Matt's hand tightens on Steve's shoulder in a reassuring squeeze. "Yeah, I hear you. When I get back, I'll show you the ropes. Even if you've lost your sight, you still have your other senses. They're more useful than you might think. If we're lucky, you won't have to live like this for long, but if we're not, I promise you I'll teach you everything I know."
The first person who makes a 'blind leading the blind' joke is getting a baton between the eyes, by the way.
Daredevil takes his share of the flares, nodding briefly to Antarctica. Sure, he won't be able to see the brightness of their blaze, but he's familiar with the burning chemical stench and the hissing noise they'll make when lit. Useful for everyone.
The portal is a bit of surprise, though, and Daredevil tilts his head to one side as it draws his near-complete focus. It's like opening a soundproof door and having the noise from the other side suddenly spring into existence, and the way the air currents flow through the space it's created is one of the more confusing things he's ever felt. He resists the reflex to cross himself, and guides Steve's hand to his elbow, the same way he prefers to be led by others, before following the tracker through the portal.
And then there's more magic - or at least Daredevil assumes that's what's going on - and suddenly the reason why the tracker smelled suspiciously canine makes a lot more sense as the space he takes up in the room expands with some truly gross noises that probably only those with super sharp hearing can pick up. Not to mention those deep heaving breaths as the tracker gets to work sniffing the whole place out like a bloodhound. "Well, that explains a few things," Matt says after a long, startled moment. It's probably for the best that his expression is half-hidden beneath the brim of his beanie.
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The first person who makes a 'blind leading the blind' joke is getting a baton between the eyes, by the way.
Daredevil takes his share of the flares, nodding briefly to Antarctica. Sure, he won't be able to see the brightness of their blaze, but he's familiar with the burning chemical stench and the hissing noise they'll make when lit. Useful for everyone.
The portal is a bit of surprise, though, and Daredevil tilts his head to one side as it draws his near-complete focus. It's like opening a soundproof door and having the noise from the other side suddenly spring into existence, and the way the air currents flow through the space it's created is one of the more confusing things he's ever felt. He resists the reflex to cross himself, and guides Steve's hand to his elbow, the same way he prefers to be led by others, before following the tracker through the portal.
And then there's more magic - or at least Daredevil assumes that's what's going on - and suddenly the reason why the tracker smelled suspiciously canine makes a lot more sense as the space he takes up in the room expands with some truly gross noises that probably only those with super sharp hearing can pick up. Not to mention those deep heaving breaths as the tracker gets to work sniffing the whole place out like a bloodhound. "Well, that explains a few things," Matt says after a long, startled moment. It's probably for the best that his expression is half-hidden beneath the brim of his beanie.