You weren't nervous walking home since you figured out how to use your force field powers. You knew that nothing could penetrate them. You had just left work. Half a mile from home. When you passed an alley, there was the devil of @#$/ ^ kitchen , up on a rooftop about to get shot by Fisk. You climbed up the escape ladder and ran towards him, noticing that he already had several slices on both arms. You grab him and jump.