Matt hums in lieu of an actual answer and straightens, steeling himself for how jarring, still, he knows this will be. It's worse yet, with his shoes changing, with having the cowl on suddenly, but to his credit, he doesn't startle. The only sign of surprise he actually does show is to reach up and trace his fingers over the horns on the mask.
He drops his hand a moment later and moves to the edge of the rooftop, leaning over the small wall that encircles it, getting a feel for the city. It's -- strange. He can hear Tony, if he really tries, his breathing, his heartbeat, but that's easy enough to tune out as white noise. What strikes him as odd is the fact that the city feels quieter than it should. He knows that's probably Tony's doing, not loading in the entire population of this part of the city either because he's not feeling up to it or because he thinks he might not be, but it fills him with an odd sense of anticipation all the same. It's quiet, too quiet.
And then there's the sound of breaking glass.
Head snapping in that direction, he seems to stare off into the distance for a moment, trying to place where, exactly it came from. When he feels he has at least a decent idea, he takes a few steps back from the edge of the roof, practically bouncing, and then breaks into a run. He clears the edge of the roof, the wall around it easily, and lands on a fire escape on the next building over. He keeps going without pause, wanting to build momentum rather than break it, and sooner rather than later, he comes to pause on a narrow balcony, a broken window beyond it.
Rather than immediately barge in, however, he slips up against the wall, out of sight, and listens. He doesn't need a narrative, but he at least needs to know if it's a good idea to barge right in.
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He drops his hand a moment later and moves to the edge of the rooftop, leaning over the small wall that encircles it, getting a feel for the city. It's -- strange. He can hear Tony, if he really tries, his breathing, his heartbeat, but that's easy enough to tune out as white noise. What strikes him as odd is the fact that the city feels quieter than it should. He knows that's probably Tony's doing, not loading in the entire population of this part of the city either because he's not feeling up to it or because he thinks he might not be, but it fills him with an odd sense of anticipation all the same. It's quiet, too quiet.
And then there's the sound of breaking glass.
Head snapping in that direction, he seems to stare off into the distance for a moment, trying to place where, exactly it came from. When he feels he has at least a decent idea, he takes a few steps back from the edge of the roof, practically bouncing, and then breaks into a run. He clears the edge of the roof, the wall around it easily, and lands on a fire escape on the next building over. He keeps going without pause, wanting to build momentum rather than break it, and sooner rather than later, he comes to pause on a narrow balcony, a broken window beyond it.
Rather than immediately barge in, however, he slips up against the wall, out of sight, and listens. He doesn't need a narrative, but he at least needs to know if it's a good idea to barge right in.