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Ever since Rikki woke up on this new Earth, she's pretty much been winging it. It's the only thing she can do. She has nowhere to live, her dad never existed, it's almost impossible to get ahold of the Avengers and she's not sure she could handle talking to a Steve who doesn't know her even if she could, and everything's just - it's a lot. She's living day-to-day and hour-to-hour and trying not to think too hard about how screwed up everything is because if she does, she's pretty sure her already precarious house of cards goes tumbling down.

So.

No money, no place to stay. She's spent a few nights in shelters, but she's since found an empty, broken-down building that's... probably safe to be in that she's using as a temporary home. Food is a problem. She has an under-the-table arrangement washing dishes every now and then for an independently-owned restaurant and gets some money and sometimes rejected food out of the deal, and it's something but it's not enough, even with the help of soup kitchens.

Maybe she shouldn't be going out and fighting criminals right now - she's not exactly in top shape - but she does anyway because she needs it, needs to be doing something normal. And it's not the same because she's on her own with no one to back her up, but it's still familiar and she's doing good, and that's enough.

Tonight, though - tonight was a bad idea. She hears a scream and greets a mugger with a kick to the face, which is a great start, but there's more guys than she expected and she's not punching with the strength she's used to. She takes a frankly embarrassing hit to the face that she totally should have dodged, and suddenly she's kind of grateful that Steve's not around to see that because wow, embarrassing. She's going to need to end this fight as quickly as possible before she gets too burnt out and starts making way more dangerous mistakes.

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Matt had heard there was a new vigilante around Hell's Kitchen. Foggy had made a point of informing him. Word was this vigilante had some type of magic shield and busied herself fighting whatever street criminals she caught in the act. No bullets, no extreme justice like Castle had dealt out. Just someone trying to stop bad things from happening. Matt could live with that.

It wouldn't be long before Daredevil would run into her. Matt was sure they would come face to face sooner than later, especially with his ability to patrol more ground by listening from the rooftops. Tonight he finally finds her in the middle of stopping a mugging. He crouches on the fire escape above to observe. He'll stay out of her way if she can handle this. Whoever she is, she clearly had training. She takes down the mugger with ease and excellent form. "Who taught her?" he wonders. She already has an entire suit prepared. He can hear the tension of the material of her gloves when she punches. Not as fancy as Melvin's work, leather most likely, but no party costume either.

He can hear others approaching before the vigilante has a chance to rest and before the civilians can run. He notices the scent coming off of the vigilante now that she's sweating. Low blood sugar? Her breathing is heavy for someone who trains after easily beating one mugger. She must be overextending herself, hungry and tired. Then the other crooks round the corner and go after her, blow landing this time. Matt gets to his feet and springs down the fire escape and to the other end of the alleyway with a flip. No more sitting on the sidelines.

With a yell he strikes the closest crook in the side of the head, sending the man crashing over on his side and into the nearest wall, gaining the attention of the others. He draws out his club, one half in each hand. Now to see if the criminals are stupid enough to keep fighting or if his reputation proceeds him enough to make them leave.

[ ooc: I might switch between my two accounts since he's in the suit and I only have one icon of him all DD'd out on this one. Heads up. ]

The smart thing to do, in the face of not one but two vigilantes, would definitely be to give up and run. The would-be mugging victim definitely thinks now is the time to get out and starts to run for it. Rikki notices one of the assholes make a motion like he's going to grab her, and just kind of. Reacts.

Which is to say, he's knocked out by a garbage can lid thrown like a Frisbee at his head, and Rikki grins because - oh yeah, Steve would totally be proud right now.

"So, no judgment zone if anyone wants to just leave now," she says, and what do you know? They do. That might say more about the reputation of the guy in the devil costume than her own awesome fighting skills, but she'll take it. "Okay, rethink your life choices!" she calls out after them.

She's a helper. She helps.

And right now, she is going to help herself to lean against the gross alley wall while she catches her breath. And acknowledge the other helper in the area because Grandma Barnes did not raise an ungrateful child. "Thanks, um - Daredevil?"

Edited 2017-10-25 00:41 (UTC)

The garbage can lid was unexpected and creative. Matt's lifted brows at the unusual move get hidden behind his mask but his surprise is there. He notes the direction the would be victim runs off in just in case one of the muggers took the same route. Thankfully those that run go in a different direction.

Despite making friends with other vigilante types Matt still isn't sure what a proper greeting is between two of their kind. What do others expect Daredevil to say if they meet him? He has no clue.

"You have good aim," he says, pointing toward the trash can lid where it's resting next to the unconscious mugger's head. "I throw things sometimes but I've never used a trash can lid."

"Thanks. It's easier with a shield - balance is terrible with a trash can lid." But you do what you can with what you have.

And what she has, right now, is an adrenaline crash now that the danger's passed. Which is... definitely hitting her way harder than it should. She's starting to sag against the wall a little.

(Yeah. Probably shouldn't have suited up tonight.)

Work up to the subject of how she's feeling. Don't make this awkward.

"I've heard about you over the past few weeks from the news. They mentioned a shield. Is that what you normally fight with?"

While he's trying to be friendly he might has well be polite and introduce himself... Vigilante self at least. Confirm that he is who she thinks he is. This is new. "You're right by the way. I'm... Daredevil." Well now it's obvious he's not used to introducing himself that way. Not that Daredevil is famous for waving to crowds and making speeches. "Do you have a title or can I call you by name maybe?"

"It's Bucky," she says, even though the name doesn't mean nearly the same thing on this Earth. She's been to the Steve Rogers exhibit; Bucky Barnes is Steve's best friend here, not his sidekick.

Still. It's hers, and she needs that connection. "And, uh - kinda? I have this... energy shield, but I don't usually use it unless I need to." Gotta conserve the power now that she's not SHIELD-funded.

"Bucky. Nice to meet you." Oh no did he just manage to sound even more awkward? Ask her for more information. Be friendly! Sure you're the devil but you're not THE DEVIL to Jessica or Luke and Danny.

"Are you from the city or did you move here recently?" That's not getting too personal too quickly right?

"I... guess you could say I moved here." Moved here, woke up here mysteriously after tragically sacrificing herself to save the world. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to. "I should probably get going," she adds because someone's probably called the police or will call the police about the disturbance, and she doesn't want to hang around and wait for them.

Assuming she can walk without getting kind of wobbly, that is, which is actually not looking so great right this second.

The way she wobbles is more than subtle and an excuse he'll jump at to offer some extra help. "Uh let me help you get out of here. The police are on their way, we'll want to find a different place to be standing in a couple minutes."

He walks towards her with an arm out.