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Matt took both of his batons and threw them directly at the man that was crouched at the vent of the church. When they hit their target, the man loudly cursed at him, of course, as he lay in utter pain.
Matt very roughly kicked the man aside, knowing that the man would be fine. Besides, the man tried to bomb a church for Christ’s sake. It’s only fair that he gets a bit roughed up. Matt proceeds to reach out and feel what the man was working on. He was certain, then, that it was in fact a bomb, and a big one at that. Although it was clearly made at somebody’s home, it still has the potential to do a lot of damage. Matt grits his teeth.
Thinking about today, Matt comes to the conclusion that there have been a lot of things happening lately that were likely distractions. Hell, even this might be a distraction from something much bigger, but it isn’t like Matt can just leave the bomb here. Even worse was that authorities were dealing with a mutant kid. They overreacted, like usual, and called in much more backup than was necessary. Logan and Luna were dealing with that while Scott, Jean, and Ororo were doing something else. Matt wouldn’t say that the three of them and Matt are a team, as Matt ran off to deal with street crimes, but Matt did give Jean permission to set up a telepathic link. That way, if they were in danger, Matt could assist. Through the link, Matt internally states, “I need whoever is closest.”
Scott responds, “I hear you.” While Scott is on his way, Matt heads inside the church and grabs a rope from a curtain that’s covering a window. He then goes back outside. He lets the criminal run for a bit before chasing him just for the Hell of this, then ties the man up on a street lamp. After he’s done interrogating the man, he holds up his baton. “Quiet,” he warns. “Or you get beat again.”
When Scott comes all but 3 minutes later, Matt informs him, “The criminal says that we need to cut the yellow one. He’s telling the truth.” Scott sends a firm nod Matt’s way. Neither of them move. Both Scott and Matt furrow their eyebrows at the other. Scott proceeds, “You go ahead.”
Matt’s expression turns even. He looks at the bomb almost as if he’s gazing at it despite not being able to see it. It’s more of a habit, really.
“I can’t see it,” Matt admits, trying to stay in character as Daredevil and not a blind man. Scott, a bit confused, raises an eyebrow. He asks Matt for clarification, “As part of your powers?”
“Yes. You’ll have to cut it.”
“Can you see anything?”
“Not important.”
That’s a no, then, Scott thinks to himself as he nervously crouches down to look at the bomb’s wires. “Yellow should be the lightest shade, right?” Scott questions. He knows colors well enough as he’s gotten used to seeing in only red, but a mistake could mean severe injury, so he feels that he has to be absolutely sure before making a decision. Matt’s face contorts.”
“‘Lightest shade-?’ Are you colorblind?!”
“I wear red-tinted glasses, of course I’m colorblind!’
“Let Jean use her telepathy so she can see what to cut.”
“We can’t. If she enters my mind she can only see in red as well because she’ll be looking through my eyes.”
“If you know what chemicals are in the color yellow, I can lick it and tell which is which.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
Randomly, a beep comes from the bomb, causing Scott to harshly flinch and Matt to back up a couple steps. Just then, a voice from behind the two of them speaks, “Je-”
Scott instantly turns and blasts whoever’s there. Admittedly, he’s panicked and his head isn’t in quite the right place. Logan stares at Scott, visibly unimpressed and now missing the bottom half of his right hand. Scott, a bit dumbly, blankly comments, “Oh.” Then, he perks up and continues, “Oh! Logan, catch and cut the yellow wire!”
Locking back in, Scott tosses the bomb to Logan. Scott has to make Matt back up away from the bomb because Matt doesn’t have enough self-preservation, or perhaps it’s a lack of caring, for if he gets injured or killed. Scott will address it later, though he highly doubts that Matt will listen.
Logan backs up, slightly turning away from the two of them just in case, then cuts a wire as his hand regenerates, though it doesn’t matter because the bomb explodes out the back and side. It would definitely kill a normal person, but thankfully wasn’t made well enough to be able to blow up a building even though that was the criminal’s goal.
Scott can’t hold back a wince. At least Logan is still standing, though he clearly appears to be at least a bit dazed. Scott waits for a few moments, then walks over to Logan. He tells the man, “Thank you, Logan. I- No, we appreciate it.”
“Yeah, yeah. Shut your mouth.”
“Last time I’m ever giving you a compliment.”
Logan grins. “Say what you want, but we both know that ain’t true, Slim.”
“Why do you call me that? I’m not even slim.”
“Nevermind.”
Ororo floats down from the sky with a slight smile on her face. “Try to at least search up how to do this next time,” she says, though isn’t too concerned since only Logan was blown up. Even so, she rests a hand on Logan’s shoulder and asks, “Are you alright, Logan?”
He dismisses her, “‘Course I am.” He makes a movement with his hand that Scott recognizes. Sometimes, Logan instinctively pretends to light a lighter. It’s a habit from all his ears of smoking.
Ororo carefully takes the bomb from Logan’s hands, shaking her head. “What vile people to do this,” she speaks. Logan, abut carelessly, responds, “Yeah, well, at least he told us which wire to cut.”
“Usually they go for red or yellow, not green.”
Scott interrupts, “What? No, Logan cut the yellow one.” Ororo frown, gazing back down at the wires. Logan adds, “Scott’s right.” Ororo slowly looks up.
“Logan, are you colorblind?” she asks, being frank with the matter. Logan scoffs and resists rolling his eyes because he genuinely does respect Ororo. “Telling me to cut yellow when there’s green is like saying to cut blue instead of purple. They’re practically the same color,” he rants.
“No.”
“What do you mean ‘no?’”
“Logan, they’re two completely different colors.”
“Then why the Hell are they- Wait.”
Logan pauses to think. “Huh. Guess that does make sense,” he mumbles to himself. Scott wants to strangle the man, but he knows that he and Matt wouldn’t have done any better. Even so, Logan’s done one too many things to irritate Scott for him to not find the man annoying every now and then.
Ororo flies away and Matt orders Scott and Logan to go back to Jean. Then, he turns to the criminal and smiles. Slowly, he walks away. “What are you doing??” the criminal asks. Matt ducks into an alley. Hurriedly, the criminal calls out, “Are you leaving? No, hey- Hey!”