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(aw, yeah, right back at cha! I haven't done collab writing in ages, it's seriously too much fun! XD)

It's not practical to think about the what-ifs. They will kill you more surely than a putdown-injection or a whip wound left untreated.

The words themselves lash into Matt with the force of a whip, and he drops his head to hide his face, even if there’s actually only a single person in this room who would even be able to see his expression. On the couch, the kid hunches in on himself as well, and even Issues uneasily turns his head, while the two free people seem to turn to each other in confusion and worry.

Of course, Matt thinks grimly, they wouldn’t know. None of them are slaves like the other four here in the room are, and would understand how all of them, maybe even Issues, would have repeated *that* particular mantra, over and over again, in all the different words of the multiverse, in their heads, desperately trying to believe it, or at least live by it.

Matt suspects that at least half of the whippings he ever got were because he never quite managed that.

(And the worst one, the one that nearly killed him before he got given to Foggy, he had received because he’d been unable to stop himself from thinking about the biggest what-if he knew, the What If He Let The Devil Out)

Matt was able to sense Imperious panic for a brief moment before he said that, though, and wonders whether this other Matt, for all he seems to believe what he says, ever did something like that as well. But when he continues, he sounds utterly calm again.

"Of course you don't want to be a thing. Nobody does at first. But we're always going to be things, so we might as well be good at it. The chain's always going to be there. Might as well be platinum."

Matt barely keeps himself from smirking. His Foggy has always praised him for having a gift for rhethoric, and it seems like all versions of himself can use it if they want to.

(Except, well, perhaps save for Issues, a voice in his head points out, but Matt ignores that. Maybe Issues is just speaking in elaborate whining code, sort of like Chewbacca. He hopes.)

Instead, he clears his throat. “You know, I used to think that. Foggy would have *wanted* to free me, but he couldn’t. And I’d almost – almost – arranged myself with being considered a thing for the rest of my life, and maybe, owned by Foggy, that would have been okay,” he says, evenly, even if he can hear something inside him still screaming at the thought, but he also had enough years to know how to silence that part. “Except just when I had almost given up, there’s now this…eccentric philanthropist and millionaire who wants to free me, so. There’s that. It doesn’t have to be this way,” he says, projecting the earnesty he knows is showing on his face into his voice.

“An…eccentric philanthropist and millionaire?” Claire wonders, and she sounds about as convinced as Foggy when Matt is making claims about the knife resistancy of his suit again. “What does he want, to become your sugar daddy?”

“If he tried, he would not find me very amenable to the request,” Matt turns over his shoulder. “But no. Whatever else Tony Stark is, he does generally free slaves without requesting any favours in return.”

“Who wants to free you?!” free!Matt now sounds rather like he’s choking, and yup, there’s Claire hitting him on his back, Issues for some reason now has shifted from confused to angry growling and is vehemently shaking his head, and only Imperious doesn’t seem particularly affected by that revelation. Or perhaps he just doesn’t let it show.

“And what, exactly does this millionaire think to gain by freeing you?” he asks, sounding more than slightly irritated by the apparent lack of reason of the man. If Matt weren’t just as annoyed himself, he would actually be kinda impressed by Tony Stark’s ability to irritate people even in universes he doesn’t actually live in.

“Generally, I think he just doesn’t like slavery,” Matt says, trying to go for non-chalant. “More specifically, I… well, met him when I was wearing the mask, we fought together occasionally, and…well. I think when he found out I was actually a slave he wanted to help.”

(“Oh my god,” Claire mutters in the background. “Matt, in this other universe, you fought together with Iron Man. And now he wants to buy you.”

“Please, someone, why do these things always happen in my universe,” the free Matt wails, and, Matt thinks from what he’s sensing, has now buried his face in his hands.)

“You…keep using that word,” Imperious says instead, not letting himself be distracted by the antics of the free people – and really, Matt hasn’t had any close contact with other slaves in years, so it’s almost scary how easily he can slip back into this us-vs-them mentality when he is – and the other version of himself sounds like he’s frowning. “What do you mean, ‘The Mask’?”

Ah. Perhaps not such a universal constant, then.

“When we finished law school, Foggy got us this apartment in my world. There was a girl crying two storeys below, every night. She wasn’t even a slave,” Matt shrugs. “Just had a scumbag for a father. I listened to her for weeks. One night when Foggy was sleeping I tied a mask around my face and made sure he wouldn’t hurt her ever again. He…didn’t know about my senses then,” Matt finishes somewhat awkwardly. He can hear both the heartbeats of the free people speed up, so maybe that story is relevant in this world, too. Issues has his head cocked, seemingly thinking, and the way the kid is now breathing through his mouth suggests he might be staring at Matt with it open. In the silence Matt swallows, and adds, more firmly. “So yeah. That mask.”

(this will be short, sorry!)

Matt feels like he's slipping out of his skin as he shakes his head, puts his hands behind his back in a nervous tic, and says, the incredulity slipping out despite himself, "You run around at night beating free people up, in a mask, like some sort of superhero, and want to become a cinderella to a millionaire who has absolutely no reason to free you beyond his own whims. Am I understanding you correctly?"

In the pause between that, the snuff-bait says "That's not what a cinderella is."

There's a second of frozen silence, during which Matt can feel his face go flat and empty, the way it is when he's truly pissed, and breathes around his anger. It's not useful--the snuff-bait is the slave the free people seem to like the most, so he can't do anything to stop him from interrupting Matt at the moment. Instead he remembers that patience is useful for a variety of situations, and makes his voice say softly, "A Cinderella in my world is a slave who is freed by a rich person, ordinarily a man. There is always strings attached--usually marriage or employment, or sex, hence the name.

"And being a cinderella is rarely, if ever, a good choice. The majority are swiftly enslaved right before the period of marriage or sex or employment is up, because no contract with a slave is possible."

I do wonder if anyone will make a free Matt's version. The things that must be going through his brain but he will be like
"If they are own by Foggy, then it's good, they are good but this.. this.."

oh yeah, I'd love another free Matt's reaction!

Cinderella: Rags to riches, from handcuffed to the radiator to a platinum choke chain. When the clock strikes the walls of your palace shrink back into the steel bars of your tiny cage and Prince Charming is holding another grand ball while you're left in the basement with the rats.

Matt takes another deep breath and goes on, "And while it's a nice thought, you can't live on nice thoughts alone. It does have to be this way, at least for me. The second Stick put on my papers that I've got hand-to-hand training, it became illegal and impossible for me to be free under any circumstances. No exceptions."

But eh can fight would be Ipa's response but the thing is Bossy likes to follow order, he likes being what he is

Thanks for commenting!

Yeah, Opposite!Matt has actual practical objections to attempting to either run away--a) how the fuck would he get out, b) the closest country that wouldn't immediately send him back is Chile and how the fuck is he supposed to get there, c) even Chile or a different country probably would eventually send him back, he's worth enough that the US government would pay his price to the country in exchange for him back, d) escaped slave hunters, e) this would reflect badly on Summer and Winter, and he can't bear to disappoint them, f) he would get taken back and it would mean all his hard work down the drain, and g) the only countries that wouldn't expedite him back the US no matter what are North Korea and maaaayyyybe China. And those places are awful for escaped American slaves anyway.

And also, honestly, Matt feels insulted that anyone would insinuate that he even would try to run away, he's not that stupid or undisciplined.

And also if you meant in terms of 'iPad thinks Opposite-Matt could also be Daredevil because he knows how to fight', well, that probably wouldn't work out so much--for one thing, Opposite definitely probably wouldn't take that level of initiative, and for another, he also has no real incentive to care about free people OR not kill the criminals. (He's killed people before, it's assassin-training, you know?)

That's exactly what Opposite will say. He will kill when he knows he is being threatened maybe someone will want him to make him something else, liek in the fic that is ongoing rn. Opposite killed Master Roebr cause he wanted to make apet out of him and that's soemthign Matt wouldnt tolerate. He is worth too much to be wasted like that.
he is an inetresting cahracter cause he stands for what he believes just as the other Matt's but in this case. He is a proud slave.

There's a sigh from one of the free people--the woman--and Matt turns his head automatically. Sighted people think you're not paying attention to them if you're not looking at them, and Matt only regrets his defectiveness at times like this, when he genuinely can't look at her properly.

"Is there anything you actually enjoy, or are you just a fountain of cynicism?"

Matt sees the trap and forces himself to think faster than her. "I like poetry," he says, because that's basically never a truly bad answer. The poetry that he has memorizes is a good party trick, and it makes him more educated and classical than many of of his other (irrelevant) preferences. "The Erlkoenig, for example." "I love thee, I'm charm'd by thy beauty, dear boy!
And if thou'rt unwilling, then force I'll employ."
"My father, my father, he seizes me fast,
For sorely the Erl-King has hurt me at last."

The father now gallops, with terror half wild,
He grasps in his arms the poor shuddering child;
He reaches his courtyard with toil and with dread, –
The child in his arms finds he motionless, dead. He mouths to himself.

Help I'm too in love. Do you have a permit for these unusually high levels of awesome, because otherwise the Erlking reference pushed you over the legal limit

thank you!

I love the Erlkoenig as well, especially in the German, because it's this creepy and beautiful poem and it's very classical and also about child abuse and (implicitly) sexual abuse. Opposite totally loves it for those reasons, and the lines ""Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt;/
Und bist du nicht willig, so brauch' ich Gewalt." stick in his head like nothing else, you know?

Baumkuchen and the Erlkönig...am I wrong or did Opposite have some deutsche Besitzer down the line somewhere? ;)

The Baumkuchen I put on there mostly because it's truly, insanely difficult to make, like the ones he's made have like 30 layers and are three feet tall when stood up.

And yeah, Winter spent rather a lot of time in Germany, and Summer insisted he learn German before he learn French, mostly to break him of the 'I'm so stupid I can't learn things' mindset that Stick accidentally encouraged in him. (German is easier in many ways than French, even if it's not quite as classically fancy/high-class).

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(No worries, short fills are actually MUCH easier to reply to - like, the shorter they are, the easier is it to add in the other bits of a conversation! Also, this way the other characters don't keep starting three different conversation with Opposite at the same time^^°)

xxx

Imperious shakes his head briefly and then puts his hands behind his head in what seems like a nervous tic. "You run around at night beating free people up, in a mask, like some sort of superhero, and want to become a cinderella to a millionaire who has absolutely no reason to free you beyond his own whims. Am I understanding you correctly?"

In the pause between that, the snuff-bait says "That's not what a cinderella is," and the free woman, Claire, mutters to her Matt “Well, apart from the Cinderella he summed it up pretty well.”

Matt can feel the muscles tensing in the face of Imperious, and, even though he moves slightly differently than Matt himself does, he’s pretty sure that he could never mistake his own anger. Imperious is, true to Murdock fashion, pissed.

Good, Matt wants to comment, at least feel *something*.

But when he speaks again, his voice is soft, and Matt recognizes that tone, too – it’s a modulated version of his way of speaking when he’s in court, and pretending to be calm while white-knuckling his cane to stop himself from leaping over the bench and bashing the smug, so incredibly guilty prosecuting scumbag’s face in.

"A Cinderella in my world is a slave who is freed by a rich person, ordinarily a man. There is always strings attached--usually marriage or employment, or sex, hence the name.

"And being a cinderella is rarely, if ever, a good choice. The majority are swiftly enslaved right before the period of marriage or sex or employment is up, because no contract with a slave is possible."

Matt swallows, mostly because he doesn’t want to say anything while his voice could give away how accurately Imperious has hit the nail of his worries on the head with that one. God, the slaves of his world must hate him.

“I know you can’t enforce contracts with slaves,” Matt tries not to snap, but doesn’t quite succeed. “I am a lawyer.” (He can hear the kid’s head snap up at this, again, and Claire apparently tries to exchange a glance with her Matt, if the way her head turns is any indication. He and Foggy don’t exactly specialize in slavery law – they had discussed it, briefly, but Foggy only had to take one look at Matt’s face during their first class that focused on that area, and immediately dismissed that idea forever – “let’s go into criminal law, Matt, there’s less scumbags around, okay? – but, even if that would have been too close to home for Matt, he still knows a lot about it by necessity.)

He also wants to snidely ask this Matt, “I don’t suppose you have a day job?” but knows that would be too low. He only is able to work as a lawyer because Foggy lets him, and if this Matt never had an owner like him…

“And…it’s not like that,” he says, swallowing, feeling kind of stupid for even saying that to Imperious, because on the one hand, he knows how ridiculous it sounds, “There isn’t going to be a contract. Apart from the one for Foggy selling me to Stark, anyway. He isn’t lying when he says he is going to free me, you know we can tell that. And he has freed slaves before,” Matt says, at the moment wondering whether he is trying to convince the other Matt or himself here, really. “Also, I saved his life a few times. I don’t know whether you would think that matters, though,” he adds darkly.

Imperious doesn’t seem like it does. "It's a nice thought. But you can't live on nice thoughts alone. It does have to be this way, at least for me. The second Stick put on my papers that I've got hand-to-hand training, it became illegal and impossible for me to be free under any circumstances. No exceptions."

“Papers can be changed. Forged, even. That entry could be deleted,” Matt counters. “In my world I know at least two people who would be able to do that.” He knows it’s dangerous to keep pressing on that – how much it hurts when someone is trying to pressure you to believe that freedom might be possible and you know it isn’t – but giving up has never been his specialty, after all.

“And if the law says one thing, and that thing is wrong, then the law must simply catch up,” he says, with conviction, and he can sense the heads of the kid-Matt, and even that of Issues, turning toward him at the mangled Thurgood Marshall quote. Imperious doesn’t exactly react, though. Matt wonders whether Marshall even exists in his universe. (Strangely, free!Matt doesn’t, either. He seems to have frozen, but it’s hard to tell.)

There's a sigh from one of the free people--the woman--and when Imperious turns his head automatically, Matt instinctively follows. He knows, and obviously the other Matt does, too, that sighted people think you're not paying attention to them if you're not looking at them, and Matt hates himself for letting the obedience of Imperious rub off on him – it took him a while to stop turning his head every time Foggy said something to him, even after Foggy had pointed it out multiple times that he didn’t have to when it meant twisting himself around like a pretzel, and now he usually only does it when he wants to smile at Foggy or show him that he really is solely focused on him – but now that Imperious is here and insinuating that Matt is somehow a bad slave, the part of himself that Matt hates bristles and wants to show that fuck you, we can just be as creepily polite and servile as you.

"Is there anything you actually enjoy,” Claire asks, dryly, “or are you just a fountain of cynicism?"

Matt kind of wants to kiss her.

Imperious tenses, heart racing like he’s thinking fast. "I like poetry," he says. "The Erlkoenig, for example."

"I love thee, I'm charm'd by thy beauty, dear boy!

And if thou'rt unwilling, then force I'll employ."

"My father, my father, he seizes me fast,

For sorely the Erl-King has hurt me at last."

Well, Foggy’s voice comments in Matt’s head, that wasn’t morbid or creepy at all. He is about to say something else, maybe ask Imperious where he knows that poem from, but then free!Matt speaks, and Matt can feel his jaw obediently snapping shut against his will.

“….Stick.” the free Matt says, and his voice sounds high and reedy. “You said Stick. He…he is the one who enslaved you forever?”

(and the whole 'reciting poetry thing is also an attempt to communicate better with iPad in front of the free people, fyi)

Matt blinks at the question, because if this Stick didn't enslave the free version, why would the free version hate him? But swallows and makes himself answer.

"Yes. After he had decided that I had gotten too attached to him, he put on my papers that he had trained me in hand-to-hand combat, and promptly dropped me off at the open market in Brooklyn. I was there for two weeks before Winter bought me. Because--because he had put it on my papers, it qualified me as a class-M slaves, no longer able to be freed due to the danger I would pose to society if I were."

He swivels his focus back to the half-trained version, who is a lawyer, which is both absurd (he's never heard of a slave becoming a lawyer, and he's well in the class of slaves who would) and yet pleasant (it confirms that at the least they are both intelligent enough to earn degrees and perform very intellectual tasks).

"And if I were to attempt to forge my papers, it would still be useless," he says, voice going flat and emotionless. He's done this calculations before, and he's confident that it is truly not a reality for him. "Five different auction houses have copies, as well as all my previous owners, and it's known in general society as well that I've been trained in more forms of violence than even Stick taught me. And even if I somehow fooled them, and--what--used that period of temporary freedom (because they would be discovered as having been mistaken)--and how would I get freed? Who would free me--and got to the nearest country without slavery, there are both bounty hunters, and even Chile would extradite me back as a criminal, because they, along with all but five countries, have unofficial agreements with the United States to ship back any slave worth half a million dollars or more in exchange for the price of said slave.

"And even if I spent the rest of my short life evading escaped slave hunters, miserable and alone--do you have any idea how poorly that would reflect back on Winter? And Summer? She spent so much time and effort creating a masterpiece, and if I were to throw it away--no, I couldn't bear to do that to her. I've spent years perfecting myself, and I can't sacrifice all that hard work for a gossamer, dead dream."

He realizes that he's shifted onto his knees and pressed his face to the ground through the speech, going back to a comforting position. The floor is murder on his knees, but it's familiar pain, and so he makes himself take a few quiet deep breaths to cope with the weight of what he's just said. Things could be different for the other versions, he knows. But not for him. Never for him.

(sorry about this--mods, can you please delete the above version?)

(and the whole 'reciting poetry thing is also an attempt to communicate better with iPad in front of the free people, fyi)

Matt blinks at the question, because if this Stick didn't enslave the free version, why would the free version hate him? But swallows and makes himself answer.

"Yes. After he had decided that I had gotten too attached to him, he put on my papers that he had trained me in hand-to-hand combat, and promptly dropped me off at the open market in Brooklyn like I was trash. I was there for two weeks before Winter bought me. Because--because he had put it on my papers, it qualified me as a class-M slaves, no longer able to be freed due to the danger I would pose to society if I were."

He swivels his focus back to the half-trained version, who is a lawyer, which is both absurd (he's never heard of a slave becoming a lawyer, and he's well in the class of slaves who would) and yet pleasant (it confirms that at the least they are both intelligent enough to earn degrees and perform very intellectual tasks).

"And if I were to attempt to forge my papers, it would still be useless," he says, voice going flat and emotionless. He's done this calculations before, and he's confident that it is truly not a reality for him. "Five different auction houses have copies, as well as all my previous owners, and it's known in general society as well that I've been trained in more forms of violence than even Stick taught me. And even if I somehow fooled them, and--what--used that period of temporary freedom (because they would be discovered as having been mistaken)--and how would I get freed? Who would free me--and got to the nearest country without slavery, there are both bounty hunters, and even Chile would extradite me back as a criminal, because they, along with all but five countries, have unofficial agreements with the United States to ship back any slave worth half a million dollars or more in exchange for the price of said slave.

"And even if I spent the rest of my short life evading escaped slave hunters, miserable and alone--do you have any idea how poorly that would reflect back on Winter? And Summer? She spent so much time and effort creating a masterpiece, and if I were to throw it away--no, I couldn't bear to do that to her. I've spent years perfecting myself, and I can't sacrifice all that hard work for a gossamer, dead dream."

He realizes that he's shifted onto his knees and pressed his face to the ground through the speech, going back to a comforting position. The floor is murder on his knees, but it's familiar pain, and so he makes himself take a few quiet deep breaths to cope with the weight of what he's just said. Things could be different for the other versions, he knows. But not for him. Never for him.

DA I'm stupid 8and I don't know any german), but still intrigued. What did Opposite mean to communicate to ipad Matt with the poem?

You are not stupid.

Anyway, what Opposite was trying to delicately communicate was

-he knows what happens to him isn't exactly morally right
-he/iPad were the boy in the poem (being kidnapped/taken from their father to a man/spirit/monster who promises creepy things, IE Stick)
-he and iPad are not quite so different/Opposite has enough cognitive dissonance to conceptualize what has happened to them as wrong, even if he doesn't let himself actually *feel* that way
-he's smart and useful too, and iPad can fuck off if he thinks Opposite's stupid (Opposite is reading iPad's incredulous 'what is wrong with you' as 'you're so stupid' when it's 'you're so brainwashed)
-he knows ways to communicate that the free people will not get the deeper meanings of (notice that Claire and free-Matt don't pick up on the deeper meanings, or even most of the surface meanings)
-he does actually feel emotions and is a person and shit, even if he thinks of himself as not a person because he is a slave

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IOpposite shows what niot having a good support on your life mean. He was given to Stick and this aone as punishment for getting too atatched,sold him as a slave (i wonder what Stick end game was here) and then he was bought and become the perfect slave by Summer and Winter. He attached to them and took what they said as law.
Sinking to his knees seeking punishment for the words he was saying even thinking about dissapoint Summer and Winter shows how atatched he go to those people. He believes in their words and no others. He will be the eprfect slave not for him but for Summer and Winter.
Scary thing

In my mind, Stick wants Matt to eventually either become part of the Chaste and/or Stick's personal assassin, and in this universe he figured that having Matt be an unfreeable slave would both be angry enough at the world to be glad to become part of the Chaste and be disciplined enough to be a good solider. And it's true Matt's very well-disciplined, but that's not due to Stick's influence.

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Mmm, and Opposite sinking to his knees with his face on the floor and his hands behind is head is actually more because it's comforting to him--you know how some people hug themselves or curl into a fetal position? It's his equivalent of that.

Oh god, I just realized I also did the title wrong. Sorry about that, please ignore.

"Oh god." Claire whispers, and, from the way her voice is muffled, Matt suspects she has her hand pressed in front of her mouth. The free Matt doesn't say anything, but his whole body is so rigid and still Matt wonders whether there is going to be an explosion soon.

He steps in quickly - apparently, even though he logically knows that the other Matt is *them*, too, the instinct to prevent free people from getting angry still persists - and stands next to Imperious, who (of course) seems to have gone back to kneeling on the floor. On some level, Matt wonders whether he does it on purpose, just to freak people out.

"Get *up*," he hisses to him under his breath (even though he sadly has absolutely no illusions that everyone but Claire will be able to hear him) "You're upsetting them. And besides, I can *hear* your knees creaking."

"We..." the free Matt swallows. "We *abolished* slavery here over a hundred years ago. Why the fuck is it still working in your world?"

"Seems to be equal-opportunity slavery, too," Claire mutters, and Matt for a moment curiously wonders what she means by that. Maybe in this world only women were enslaved?

"And why the hell would you care about reflecting badly on your *torturers*?"

"Sometimes you can't help it." Matt can feel the reply slip out without meaning to say anything, but now the attention is on him, heads turning. "I don't...I don't like making *Foggy* look bad, either," he says, grimacing.

(It's not that simple. Sometimes they *both* enjoy upsetting standards, being scandalous in Matt's lax treatment and revelling in the boggled stares and gasps. Once, they had been meeting with a potential client, who had not only utterly ignored anything Matt had said, but also asked Foggy several times whether any 'services' Matt provided in the office could also be taken advantage of right now, since he should put his mouth to use somehow. At that point, Foggy had very calmly, very quietly asked "Matt, do you think we should take Mr Vasquez on as a client?" and Matt had replied, cheerfully as anything, "No, Foggy, I think we should throw Mr Vasquez out on the street and laugh when he loses his ridiculous case." Which they had done and were still laughing about occasionally.)

"And it's *not* Stockholm Syndrome," he grates out next, because *that's* a conversation he doesn't want to repeat.

"...right. Okay, ignoring how fucked-up that is," Claire says, and Matt doesn't protest, because on some level he is aware that she's right, even if he thinks Foggy and him are still making the best of a horrible system here - he also shifts his focus to Imperious, whether he reacts to any of that - "what about changing that law? Because that shit ain't right."

"Or," the kid says, for the first time speaking up, in all the hubbub of voices, "what if you just...stay here? If you don't have a Foggy anyway."

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