Alpha Complex Network

[ Some version of this text has been sitting on Steve's PDC ever since he woke up that morning, but when it's 14:50, he's run out of time to second-guess himself. In 10 minutes, he'll be going on stage, so it's now or never, and he finally pushes send. ]

Tony, can we talk?

[ He's not even sure that he'll get a response, but he needs to try. ]

[ 22:00. Curfew, for most, but not for the two GREEN Specials. Steve's counting on that. His hospital room is completely silent now, after the doctors have made their final rounds, but he can't rest. He's heard about the bombing at Matt's office, which had apparently taken place shortly after the shooting at Bot Processing, and questions have been swirling in his mind ever since he regained enough consciousness to process and think.

Working carefully to grab hold of his PDC without injuring himself further, or making himself bleed, Steve pulls the device off a tray and onto his hospital bed. Right next to his pillow. 

Steve takes a breath, because he feels like he's strained himself already, and because he needs to check again that his lungs are still okay. But once everything seems fine, or as fine as they're going to be, he issues a voice command for his PDC to dial Matt Murdock. ]