"Just my pride," Daredevil answers with a hint of bitterness. His goals within his reach and slipped through his grasp once again. He does look a beaten up sight, smudges of smoke and blood all over. Likely the blood being from both of them. When he gets home and has a shower, he'll find whatever cuts he does have on his person much easier. Right now, there's no way of telling right where they were.
He goes over to a cupboard and opens it up, pulling out a small flask of alcohol and giving it to the man in the chair. "Should be brandy." Dr. Linus about to work on pulling out the bullet from the second wound.
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He goes over to a cupboard and opens it up, pulling out a small flask of alcohol and giving it to the man in the chair. "Should be brandy." Dr. Linus about to work on pulling out the bullet from the second wound.