“True. That, and my abilities aren’t a secret I want out there.” Matt takes a bite of his waffles. “I mean, you seen in the news how people have been reacting lately about mutants… Even though I’m not one, I don’t think most people would react positively about my senses. They’d probably be creeped out and fear for their privacy.”
“Yeah. You’re right. It’s not fair, but I get it.” Mike takes a sip of his orange juice. This is a variation of a conversation they’ve had many times over the years. “Do you think Foggy would keep your secret if he did find out?”
Matt drums the fingers of his left hand on the table. “I think so. We’ve only known each other six months, but he’s probably the closest friend I’ve had that isn’t you.” Matt continues to drum his fingers. “I am a little worried that he’d think I’m a freak… I worry about that with everyone… but, I hope he’d stand by me, anyway… No way to know for sure until it happens.”
“I think Foggy might have seen us leaving this morning.”
“No, he was asleep. I could tell. Foggy is normally a bit of a sleep walker and a sleep talker. And, I doubt the alcohol helped. I think his sleep cycle was messed up. Were his eyes open?”
“Yeah… I think.”
“He wasn’t actually awake.” Matt takes a long sip of his coffee. “I still want you to come clean with him, Mike.”
Mike sighs. “I don’t want to.”
“I know you like hanging out with Foggy. Wouldn’t it be even better if you let him actually get to know you?”
“No, Matt. It wouldn’t. He wouldn’t like me. Not the real me, anyway. I’m too messed up to be friends with normal people.”
“That’s not true.”
“Matty. Think about it. Most of the time, I’m training for or actually fighting Stick’s war. I don’t have a real job, I’m not planning to go to college. I also think it’s fun to parkour over rooftops and beat up muggers and drug dealers. And, when I have down time, I like to read or pretend to be you. Does that sound like someone Foggy would want to hang around with?”
Matt takes in a deep breath and lets it out. “So basically, you want to borrow my life so you can hang out with normal people.” Mike shrugs and takes another bite of his waffles. “Why not just have a normal life yourself?”
“You know I can’t.”
“Yes, Mike, you can. What kind of hold does Stick have over you?! I know you “borrowed” a bunch of Foggy’s textbooks and have had study sessions with him. You obviously want to go school. So… just come to school.”
“Matty… I just can’t.”
Matt leans forward in his seat. “Why not, Mike?”
“You know he’d never let me finish a semester. He’d drag me back into it. And then my transcript would get messed up and I’d have loans I’d never be able to repay…”
“So, what you’re saying is… You won’t stop. You’re not happy, but you won’t stop and do what you really want to do.”
Re: Where Matt has a real identical twin named Mike who is sighted and is Daredevil
“Yeah. You’re right. It’s not fair, but I get it.” Mike takes a sip of his orange juice. This is a variation of a conversation they’ve had many times over the years. “Do you think Foggy would keep your secret if he did find out?”
Matt drums the fingers of his left hand on the table. “I think so. We’ve only known each other six months, but he’s probably the closest friend I’ve had that isn’t you.” Matt continues to drum his fingers. “I am a little worried that he’d think I’m a freak… I worry about that with everyone… but, I hope he’d stand by me, anyway… No way to know for sure until it happens.”
“I think Foggy might have seen us leaving this morning.”
“No, he was asleep. I could tell. Foggy is normally a bit of a sleep walker and a sleep talker. And, I doubt the alcohol helped. I think his sleep cycle was messed up. Were his eyes open?”
“Yeah… I think.”
“He wasn’t actually awake.” Matt takes a long sip of his coffee. “I still want you to come clean with him, Mike.”
Mike sighs. “I don’t want to.”
“I know you like hanging out with Foggy. Wouldn’t it be even better if you let him actually get to know you?”
“No, Matt. It wouldn’t. He wouldn’t like me. Not the real me, anyway. I’m too messed up to be friends with normal people.”
“That’s not true.”
“Matty. Think about it. Most of the time, I’m training for or actually fighting Stick’s war. I don’t have a real job, I’m not planning to go to college. I also think it’s fun to parkour over rooftops and beat up muggers and drug dealers. And, when I have down time, I like to read or pretend to be you. Does that sound like someone Foggy would want to hang around with?”
Matt takes in a deep breath and lets it out. “So basically, you want to borrow my life so you can hang out with normal people.” Mike shrugs and takes another bite of his waffles. “Why not just have a normal life yourself?”
“You know I can’t.”
“Yes, Mike, you can. What kind of hold does Stick have over you?! I know you “borrowed” a bunch of Foggy’s textbooks and have had study sessions with him. You obviously want to go school. So… just come to school.”
“Matty… I just can’t.”
Matt leans forward in his seat. “Why not, Mike?”
“You know he’d never let me finish a semester. He’d drag me back into it. And then my transcript would get messed up and I’d have loans I’d never be able to repay…”
“So, what you’re saying is… You won’t stop. You’re not happy, but you won’t stop and do what you really want to do.”