“Yeah, probably for the best,” Frank replied, surprising himself with the easy smile that crossed his face for a moment. “Though your man Stark could do with a couple lessons in subtle too. I guess people thought I knew, which is flattering cos I feel like a dumbass for not-“
Because it really seemed obvious now. Maybe Matt wore slightly looser clothing, less clinging kevlar, but he was still solid, still pretty much Frank’s height. His voice as the same, and maybe Frank would have realised that if he hadn’t had so much else going on when he’d met the Murdock half. His mouth was the same.
“Nah, I don’t blame you. I mean, I’m kinda pissed that-“ that you know so much about me. That I shared so much with you and you still weren’t there. That I didn’t notice. That I shared so much with you-
Frank cleared his throat, looking down at the unkept grass beneath his feet. “It’s been- it’s been a ride, Red. CIA’s hushing it all up but... I don’t even know if you’d believe me if I told you. Nearly died a couple more times. Oh hey, I heard you did, too.”