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    <title>so uh my hand slipped “Well,” the</title>
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    <content type="html">via &lt;a href="http://ift.tt/1Q6da8T"&gt;http://ift.tt/1Q6da8T&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;so uh my hand slipped &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” the guy said. “I figured those were goggles but uh. You got no eyes. That’s unusual. I heard stories about a guy, runs around with a blindfold on, but I figured junkies mess up what they’re lookin’ at sometimes. I guess not.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have eyes,” Matt said. “They’re not useful eyes, but I have eyes. For the record.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good to know,” the guy said. He shifted his weight slightly, but it wasn’t an aggressive move; more like he was settling his posture more comfortably. “So the question is, I kinda in my head had the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen separated out a little bit from the fakey ninjas, but not much, because I’m not sure what your deal is. Are you with them or against them?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Categorically against,” Matt said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy’s weight shifted a little, back onto his heels a little bit. He was relaxing. “Good,” he said. “Then I got no quarrel with you. I figure the fakey ninjas are a local deal, and I’m not super involved with local politics.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then why are you patrolling abandoned warehouses in the dead of night?” Matt asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy laughed silently through his nose. “I told you,” he said, “I’m a bum lookin’ for somewhere to crash. I actually wasn’t lyin’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t smell like a bum,” Matt said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is that your deal?” the guy asked. “You’re blind but like, have super-senses apart from that? I figured that was a comic book thing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wouldn’t say they’re super,” Matt said, “but I get by.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s probably not my smell that’s weirdin’ you out, then,” the guy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I mean,” Matt said, “it’s not helping, but no, I’m most concerned by the fact that you’re clearly part machine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a louder mechanical whir. “You been able to hear that since I walked in, right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” Matt said. “What the fuck is that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whir repeated. There was a silent moment, and then the guy fuckin’ laughed. It was a low laugh, and not particularly mean. “Well, shit,” he said. “I done the big reveal of my identity a couple times lately but usually what does it is just, you know, I turn off the camoflage sleeve and then I don’t gotta say anything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Camoflage sleeve,” Matt said. “What, you got a robot arm?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” the guy said. Like that was an entire answer unto itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And I’m supposed to,” Matt said, then cut himself off. “Holy fuckin’ shit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Most people catch on right about then,” the Winter fucking Soldier said, taking half a step backward. There was something kind of gentle in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=dragonlady7&amp;ditemid=63934" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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