Can You Forgive Me? | Gwatt
Betty’s sudden appearance had been strange enough to send Gwen Stacy into a tailspin, but coupled with the almost immediate reappearance of Matt Murdock? Well, Gwen knew that she’d be spending a great deal of time with her bottle of gin tonight, that was for damn sure. All of the anger and resentment that she’d been harboring for months was bubbling just below the surface, and the intense sense of betrayal that she’d felt when he’d left was coming back from the depths of her mind, where she’d banished it during her recovery.
And now he was coming over, and fuck, she just didn’t want to deal with this. But she knew that she had to. She knew that there was a record to be set straight, and that it was this; whatever he wanted, wasn’t going to happen. She wasn’t the same person he had abandoned five months ago, and she certainly wasn’t about to roll over and let him back into her life. Not after what he had done. No fucking way, not a chance in hell. As she shut her laptop and stood up, Kizzy meowing at the foot of her bed, she heard the knock at the door. Steeling herself for what was bound to be an incredibly awkward experience, she left her bedroom and walked through the living room, and opened the door to the hallway.
The moment he spoke, the moment she saw him, she reacted instinctively. Before she could stop herself, she’d lifted up her hand and slapped him clean across the face. Normally, she would have felt guilty about hitting a blind guy, but she knew Matt’s powers about as well as she knew the back of her hand, and if he’d wanted to stop her, well, he would have. And he deserved that, anyway. “You deserved that,” she said, her voice disdainful as she stepped back and nodded him into her apartment.
“You can have fifteen minutes of my time. Thirty if I’m feeling generous. Start talking.”
The moment her name left his lips, he was met with a sharp, sudden pain on his cheek. Normally, he would’ve seen that coming (and really, he should have been expecting it from her) but she had caught him completely off guard, resulting in the slowly reddening mark on his cheek. Even if Matt had been paying enough attention to stop it, he knew he wouldn’t have. He completely deserved it, leaving her like that.
Matt ignored the stinging pain, trying desperately to find the right words. Hadn’t he already told her the best he could online before coming here? What was he thinking? It wasn’t like he had anything else to add…
“I’m sorry, I really am. I was an idiot for leaving you like that, I know.” He gave a sigh, shoving his hands in his pockets as he continued to struggle to find the right words. “It’s not like I was trying to ignore you, things had just gotten too complicated for me and I needed to straighten it all out.” It was simply put, he realized that, but it was the best he could do. Matt never really was good with words.
“But I’m here now. I knew you would be angry with me, but I still thought you’d be happy to see me.” The words slipped passed his lips before he was able to catch himself. That was idiotic and not necessarily something he should have said just then. Just because he was here now didn’t excuse the fact that he left in the first place, he was fully aware of that. But he also knew that she was going to remain mad at him for some time, regardless of what he said.
Woah. I don’t miss people. They miss me. Stop lying ya assface. Ya missed Blindey. Though… this sorry thing is quite hillarious. We should totally use this to our advantage. Pity gifts and favours. Genius.
Sorry eh? How sorry we talking? Like… a car sorry, a free meal sorry? What the hell did you even go do? Better question… how did you find your way back.. ya know. With the whole not seeing thing. I’m still convinced yer lying bout that. The old pity act. Works like a charm.
C’mon Wade, you missed me. But apology gifts, huh?
I guess I owe you a meal and a beer or something for taking off, sure. I went off do to to do my lawyer things, nothing too fun. As for the getting back part, still blind, also still have a few numbers to reach the school and re-enroll.
YOU. YOU’RE BACK. YOU DIDN’T WRITE ME. YOU DIDN’T CALL ME. This was the worst break up ever. You were my commanding officer Stevie. WERE. Tisk Tisk. This is what happens when you run off with professor Xavier and the Xbabes.
Missed you too, Wade.
I’d assume you continued to get up to no good while I was away? Also, sorry for just running off like that. But I’m back with no intention of leaving again.
I guess I must’ve forgotten how time consuming these classes are…
Can You Forgive Me? | Gwatt
Matt sat in his room for a few minutes before going to see Gwen. So he ignored a few calls back then. He hadn’t been ready to talk with her yet, he was just trying to figure things out. Although now he realized what an idiot he had been. Gwen was obviously upset by this yet he tried to pin at least some of the blame on her. A sigh passed his lips as he stood, grabbing his cane and making his way out the door.
Various sentences of apologies and explanations swam through his head as he walked the familiar path to her dorm room. She was right, really. He fucked up again and there was really no way around it. Matt couldn’t even find the right words to try and explain to her that he couldn’t be himself to talk with her, or with anyone for that matter. He had spent most of his time there at his dad’s grave, talking aloud to him hoping to find some answers.
But that was completely selfish of him. Gwen had fallen off a fucking building and he was running away from himself, completely shutting out everyone around him. Way to go, Matt. This wasn’t going to be the welcome back from Gwen he had hoped for, but there was absolutely no avoiding it.
Matt softly knocked on the door, no longer feeling comfortable just walking in. He could hear her footsteps approaching, the usual lightness purposefully being covered with angry stomping. He took a deep breath as the door was opened.
“Gwen…” Her name fell from his lips, all those bottled up feelings for her slowly coming back, her presence warming him.
Sure you are.
You could have said something! I called. I left messages. I tried to get in touch with you, and you damn well know it, but sorry I was a little indisposed seeing as how I fell off a god damn building in January. I was a little busy picking up the pieces of my life.
Fine. Not that you fucking deserve it. When?
I honestly didn’t think I would’ve been gone that long but things were just difficult, okay? Fine, I may have gotten two or three. I’m sorry, I really am.
Can I come by now? I promise it’ll be quick.
Yeah, she’s alive again. And she’s different, which is just the cherry on top of this fucking weird ass life I’m leading, isn’t it?
Oh, so you just went nutso and decided that disappearing without so much as a goodbye was a good idea? You thought that it would ‘protect me’ if you left? I’m a big fucking girl, Matthew. You could have at least said something. But no. You just disappeared. And that? That’s fucked up.
A while? A while is a fucking understatement. But I’m listening, so if you have something else to say, say it now while you have my attention, because I don’t know when I’ll let you have it again.
I’m sorry, Gwen. I really am.
It’s not like I went crazy! I just needed some time to myself. I came back, didn’t I? But if you really wanted to, you could have called. Or written, texted… You could’ve visited, even. You knew I’d be in Hell’s Kitchen. I know I wronged you but it’s not completely my fault for losing contact with you while I was gone.
Just… Let me see you?
Betty? Oh, Betty got married! It was beautiful, you were invited (but right, you disappeared without a fucking word!). And, oh right, THEN SHE DIED. Which was, you know, fucking peachy keen. But don’t worry, she’s alive again now.
I understand time to yourself, but you really couldn’t have even given me some fucking warning?! Cheers for never looking back, sweets. I really appreciated waking up and hearing that you’d just up and fucking left without a word! A+, Matt. Really.
Oh, Jesus..She’s alive again? I- Sorry, this isn’t about her, right.
Gwen, you need to understand, I didn’t really know what I was doing. It was stupid and idiotic, whatever else you wan to call it. But it’s also what I needed. I was so worried about what would happen to my friends, to you, if I kept being Daredevil.
I can take the responsibility now, but I just need you to understand that much. I’ve known you long enough to know you’re going to be pretty pissed at me for a while, and I get that. Just… listen to me, alright?
I have, it’s been quite….. Exciting, if that’s even the proper word for it.
Exciting sounds about right, if I remember this place correctly. Insane also seems fitting.
No, like, this isn’t fucking funny. Betty last night and you today? Is this a big game of “Let’s fuck with Gwen Stacy” or something?
Yeah, okay. So, what the fuck is wrong with you?!
What? What happened to Betty?
Gwen, I’m sorry. I just… needed some time to myself. I thought I couldn’t handle this and I just needed to clear my head. But I’m here to stay this time, I promise.