"You think this is a game?" Matt snatched the teenager's mask, revealing the identity under the makeshift costume. His heightened senses picked up every nervous breath and shifting footsteps of the teenager in front of him. "You don't understand. You're going to get yourself killed. You're way too young for this kind of life."

The teenager in front of him had been wandering around for a week now, fighting crime. Matt couldn't let this happen, it was too dangerous for a young one to do that. He tried to stop it from happening, but every time, the teen came back the next night in that same makeshift costume. Now, he was running out of patience.

Matt had followed the self-proclaimed hero inside an abandoned warehouse. The smell of the dirty place mixed with the salty metallic scent lingered around. His radar sense allowed him to picture the shapes of the place in his head.

Matt's stern expression was concealed beneath his Daredevil mask, but his tone left no room for misinterpretation. "I know why you're doing this. I've been there, but you're still a kid, and you deserve a better life than a vigilante one," his tone got less firm, more gentle than before. "It's a sacrifice, one that you're not ready to make. Go home. Be with your family, your friends. Enjoy while you still can."

Matt got ready to say more when he heard noises. He caught the faint beating of some heartbeats going toward the warehouse. He smelled the gunpowder there.

He threw back the makeshift mask to the teenager. "Five people. Armed. Stay behind me and put your mask back on." He moved his head in the direction where he heard the noises. He grabbed his two red sticks, getting in position to fight. He put himself in front of the teenager, being protective.