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Labels (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)
Author’s Note: Hi! So, I've kinda put myself on a writing hiatus for a while and, in turn, have limited my time on Tumblr as of late. I was/still kind of am feeling uninspired in terms of writing and ideas, but this one came easily, and it needed to be written and shared before the excitement left me. I still have a million other stories and ideas I want to get going on, but for now, I hope you enjoy this one. :)
Summary: One evening when Matt tries to surprise you with a home cooked dinner date, he's stunned by something you've done for him.
Warnings: Sweet adorable fluff. No use of (Y/N), but it does refer to the reader being feminine/female-identifying
Other Characters: Karen Page
Word Count: 1,158
“Hello?” you say over the phone, very clearly distracted by whatever is in front of you.
“Hi, angel,” Matt smiles, feeling a weight off of his shoulders when he finally hears your voice when you pick up your desk phone.
“Matt.” The way you say his name lights him up inside. It’s alway so warm, so inviting, so smooth—like when butter spreads perfectly even on a piece of toast. The gentleness of each consonant and vowel that escapes your lips never fails to chip away and brush off the stress of whatever is weighing him down; from his day job to his nightly activities, you—every last bit of you, is his solace.
“I was half afraid that I’d get your answering machine,” he breathes as he leans back in his chair, listening to how you move the receiver from one ear to the other.
“I’m sorry, Matt. Today has just been hectic. Meetings, email approvals, we rearranged some furniture because no one was responding to emails—.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t need to apologize.”
“I do if it means I worried you. I mean, I must have missed calls and texts on my cell from you if you resorted to my landline.”
“No, not worried. I was just curious if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight. Maybe try that new Italian place that opened up a few blocks from your apartment.”
“I didn’t know there was a new restaurant opening.”
“Yeah,” he lies. “It’s a small place. Intimate, nice.”
“Well, I don’t know how I could say no to that. It sounds like the perfect thing to make me forget today.”
“Take deep breaths, sweetheart. You’ll get through it. I’m here for you.”
“I know,” you breathe. “Listen, I need to get back to work, but I’ll see you tonight.”
“I’ll pick you up at six.”
“Perfect. I love you, Matt.”
“Love you, too.”
You exchange soft goodbyes before hanging up the phone, Matt sliding his cell back into the pocket of his slacks.
“Hey, Karen?” he calls out.
“Yeah?” she responds, sounding as if she’s lost in thought with whatever is at hand.
“What time is it?”
She pauses. “Almost 2:30.”
“You think that you and Foggy will be okay for the rest of the day?”
“I think so.”
“Great,” he says with a smile, standing up and putting on the suit jacket that was hanging on the back of his chair. “I’m heading out. I need to get some groceries to surprise my girlfriend.”
Matt undoes the last of your door’s locks as the bag of groceries rests on his hips, relieved when the heavy piece of wood starts to swing open. For as frustrating as your day was, Matt secretly hopes that you won’t come home early and catch him in the middle of his surprise; it took him a lot longer to get everything he needed at the store, throwing off his timing. He’d be lucky if he got everything plated by the time you got home. Matt lets out a deep breath as he places the bag of groceries on the counter and takes his glasses off, centering himself to focus on the plan and not let his race against the clock shake him too much. After hanging his jacket on the hooks by the door, he rolls up his sleeves and throws his tie over his shoulder before taking out his phone, tapping at the screen until he finds the recipe he saved for tonight.
As his phone reads off the list of ingredients, he feels over what he grabbed, cursing when he notices that he’s missing garlic powder.
“She has to have some,” he hums. He knows you like to cook, always eager to try new recipes that you find while scrolling on your phone, and therefore always getting new spices and ingredients to make sure your kitchen is stocked for whatever the next interesting dish brings. Lucky for Matt, you two are always over each other’s place, craving one another’s presence, so he knows your apartment almost as well as he knows his own. Turning around to the skinny cabinet where Matt knows you keep your spices, he opens it up and prepares his nose for the strong mix of smells that are about to hit him so he can sniff out what he needs. As his hand extends into the cabinet, what he doesn’t expect to find is small bumps over each and every label. It’s odd, but familiar. Grabbing one of the spices in the front, he carefully takes it off the shelf and runs his fingers over the bumps once more.
Nutmeg.
Matt lets out a shaky breath, tears stinging at his eyes. He reaches up for container after container, running his fingers over all of the labels, finding that he’s able to read them all. By the time Matt grabs the garlic powder, the cabinet is practically empty and he’s crying in the kitchen.
“Matt?” he hears you call tentatively. He didn’t even hear you come in, and now you’re at his side, wrapping him in a hug and holding him close to soothe him. God, he loves when you hold him. Call it being touch-starved, but nothing felt better to Matt than when you have your arms around him. Sure, being in your apartment is comforting—your smell surrounding him and engulfing his senses, but nothing was better than the actual thing, your body against his, skin to skin. “Matty, is everything okay?”
“Uh, yeah,” he sniffles, holding you close and kissing your forehead. “It’s just, uh, well this.”
You pull back slightly from his hug and wipe away some of his tears before peeking down to see what’s in his hands.
“Garlic powder?” you try. “Is it bad?”
“No, no,” he smiles, wiping away some stray tears with the heel of his hand. “It’s great.”
“I thought we were going out to dinner tonight. But with all my spices out, something tells me you might have fibbed.”
“I did fib. I wanted to surprise you with dinner, especially after hearing about your day, but you’re the one that surprised me.” Taking your hand, he gently guides your fingers over the label to where the braille is.
“Oh.” Matt listens to how the blood rushes to your cheeks and how your heart rate picks up. “The label.”
“The label,” he echos softly.
“I finally found a good braille label maker that I liked,” you begin to explain. “I mean, we’re always at each other’s place. I wanted to make my home feel a little more homey for you.”
“You really love me, huh?”
He listens to how you smile from ear to ear. “So much more than you’ll ever know, Matty.”
Putting the garlic powder down, he takes your face in his hands and pulls you in for a deep kiss, your arms happily snaking around him and holding him close.
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ANGEL BABY - MATT MURDOCK
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader
Word Count: 2,037
Summary: Hell’s Kitchen’s badass, fearless vigilante is the literal opposite when drunk… Especially when his favorite person - his girlfriend - is around. (this piece is lowkey rushed bc i wrote it in like two hours but i kinda like it so)
Retail in Hell’s Kitchen was by far worse than retail anywhere else, and you were willing to bet your life savings on that.
All $72.43 of it.
If you got through one shift without someone throwing money at you or screaming at you, it was a great day at work. Not to mention that your coworkers constantly called off or just plain didn’t show, meaning your half shifts often got extended to full shifts and your full shifts added on overtime.
You were at your wits end with customers that day and were clocking out. As if on cue, your phone rang.
“Yeah?“ You humbled as you pressed the phone to your ear. You sighed loudly as the time clock buzzed at you and said you inputted your associate ID wrong.
“You’re a ball of sunshine.” Foggy answered. “Rough day?”
“If you consider people throwing a coffee at me, getting yelled at for not returning an item that didn’t even come from my store, someone leaving their dirty ass sandals in the shoe department, a different someone clogging the toilets with sensors and packaging after they stole shit, and touching someone’s wet shoes a rough day, then yes. I’ve had a rough day, Foggy.”
The time clock finally dinged and showed you were officially clocked out. You made a face to yourself and headed out the break room.
“Yeah, that sounds bad.. Wait, why were they wet?”
“I didn’t ask and the way those kids giggled about it told me I shouldn’t have…”
“That’s… disturbing.”
“What’s up? Why'd you call?”
“You coming to Matt’s tonight still, right? Me and Karen are going when we leave here.”
You sighed heavily as you waved to coworkers on your way out the door.
“I don’t know. I’m kinda tired and I smell like coffee and I’m sticky.”
“You say that like Matt doesn’t have a shower and wouldn’t let you borrow his clothes.”
“Yeah, but I don’t like aski-“
“He’s gonna offer as soon as you walk in.” He cleared his throat to prepare his imitation of Matt. “Here, Y/N. Wear this hoodie so you can be comfortable. Do you need anything else? I’ll give you all my stuff, just say the word.”
You laughed as you got into your car.
“That sounds just like him.” You smiled.
“Thank you. I’ve been working on that… So you’re coming?”
You sighed once again. “Yeah, I’m on my way.”
“Yes!” He announced happily.
“Alright, I gotta go. See you in a bit.”
You ended the call and took the short drive over to Matt’s. Once you got there, you grabbed your now sticky purse and headed up to your boyfriend’s apartment. You knocked a quick three taps before walking in and announcing your arrival.
“Hey!” You called, dropping your bag and keys by the door. “Today was terrible so please don’t ask.” You laughed weakly.
“Clothes are already in the bathroom for you, sweetheart.” Matt answered from the couch, pointing towards his bathroom.
“I love you.” You said happily, leaning over the back to kiss his cheek. “How’d you know?” You quirked a brow.
“I could smell the coffee on you as soon as you got to this floor.”
“Ah.” You nodded in understanding. “It’s shitty coffee, too.”
“Yeah, it is.” He laughed. “Foggy and Karen should be here soon, alright?”
“I’ll be quick.”
Matt turned to face you and took your hand. “Take your time, Y/N/N.”
You leaned down and kissed his forehead before practically running to the bathroom. You threw your still damp clothes across the room and hopped in, letting the warm water wash away the sticky feeling on your skin, both from the coffee and the overall terrible day at work. You toweled off and changed into the clothes Matt left out for you. The clothes were still warm and smelled like his laundry detergent.
When you stepped back into the living room, you were greeted by Karen and Foggy. Open bottles of liquor were scattered across the coffee table and empty beer bottles were piling up around them. Half full glasses were in everyone’s hands and Foggy was yelling about the perfect playlist. It made you realize just how long you took in the shower, which hadn’t felt that long while you were in there.
You dropped in beside Matt and chuckled as he threw his arm over your shoulders. He pulled you into his chest and held you tightly, resting his chin on top of your head. You made a small noise of surprise when he grabbed you, your hands landing on his forearm as he tugged you.
“I love you.” He mumbled into your hair. “I love you so much.”
“I love y-“ You tried to sit up as you talked but he pulled you back, allowing a strange sound to escape you. “Matt, can I- Can I get up?” You laughed.
“No.” He whined and wrapped a second arm around you.
“Matthew!” You laughed as he squeezed you. You kicked your feet slightly and tugged his arm. “Let me up!”
“No, you’re mine.” He complained.
“Yeah, I know.” You gave in, collapsing against him. “I’m stuck, aren’t I?”
“You guys are so cute.” Karen said softly as she handed you a half full glass, clearly not as drunk as your male counterparts.
“Y’know he’s a big ass softie.” You teased and took a sip, reaching up to poke his cheek. “He acts all cool and tough when he’s DD, but he’s nothing but a teddy bear.”
Matt’s hand came and covered your mouth, though it only made you laugh more. You peaked up and saw him smiling proudly. You rolled your eyes, despite your own amusement.
“This song.” Foggy said suddenly, drawing out the two syllables. “Oooooh, I love this song!”
Matt took his hand away and replaced it across your chest, tapping his hands against you to match the song. Foggy stood and pulled Karen with him, swaying awkwardly to the slow music.
“What do you know about Ritchie Valens?” You laughed as you watched your friend stumble over his own feet.
Foggy turned and shushed you, making you giggle more and nearly choke on the rest of your drink.
“C’mon.” You slid the drink to the table and tapped Matt’s arms. “Dance with me.”
He groaned and dropped his head back, making a small noise of protest. You scoffed and pried his arms off you so you could get to your feet. He whined a complaint and chased after you, falling over on the couch cushions with a huff.
“Let’s go, twinkle toes. Get up.” You laughed and pushed him gently with your knee. “I know you’ll dance when it’s me asking so come on. Up.”
He closed his eyes and held out his hands, making little grabby gestures that made you facepalm. You heard Karen laughing from behind you, but you weren’t sure if it was at Matt or Foggy.
“How much did you guys drink already?” You laughed in amazement as you hauled your boyfriend to his feet.
“Pffffffft.” Matt answered, leaning most of his body weight against you. “Not-“ He hiccuped. “Not even that much.”
“Did you guys eat today?” You tried.
“Barely anything.” Karen answered with a sigh and a smile.
“That explains everything.” You nodded and slid out from under Matt’s arms.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned your head against his chest. His cheek rested on the top of your head as his arms surrounded your waist and kept
you close. Together, you two moved gently to the old guitar sounds that filled the room.
“I swear by everything I own, you’ll always, always be mine.” Matt sang gently, low enough that only you were supposed to hear.
You hummed softly to the music with Matt’s hands running gently up and down your back. He stepped back to take your hand and spin you as the song changed, causing you to giggle as you came back against his chest and began your sway again. One hand came to your face, his thumb tracing your features gently.
“I love you.” He said quietly, a dopey smile on his face.
“Yeah, you’ve mentioned.” You teased and he frowned, to which you chuckled and leaned into his touch. “I love you too.”
“When you are near me, my heart skips a beat.” You sang with a smile. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your lips, trying to bite back a smile of his own. “Because I love you, I love you, I do.”
Matt’s own grin seemed to grow wider as you repeated the words to him.
“My Angel Baby.” He said sweetly before he kissed you again, an enamored expression on his face when he pulled away.
“This song was playing when we met.” You noted as he spun you slowly. “Remember?”
“How could I forget?” He chuckled and pulled you to him. One hand pressed on the small of your back to keep you close and the other held your hand. He brought your hand to his lips for a gentle kiss as you two danced. “Foggy’s graduation party… You came with his sister.”
“Candace introduced us.” You nodded.
“But this song didn’t play when we met.”
“Yes it did.”
“Nuh-uh.” He shook his head with a playful smirk.
“Trust me. I know it was when we met.” You nodded confidently.
“It was playing when I fell in love with you.” He corrected, leaning his forehead against yours.
“Looks like it was the same moment then, huh?” You smiled.
“Love at first sight.” He chuckled.
“There’s the blind joke.” You leaned back and laughed, Matt offering a shit eating grin in return.
Matt walked you two back to the couch and pulled you to sit with him. You let out a surprised laugh, throwing your arms around his shoulders quickly and his arms snaked around your waist. You buried your face into the crook of his neck to laugh and smacked his chest gently.
“Y/N?” He said with a lazy smile, leaning his chin against your arm.
“Yes?” You gently ran your fingers through his hair, smoothing the wild strands.
“You’re just perfect. You know that?”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“You are.” He pouted.
“I believe you.” You nodded absently.
He huffed and dropped his head against your shoulder. You shook your head with a light laugh and patted his back gently. Matt squeezed your sides, making you jump in his laugh and he giggled.
“So sweet.” He mumbled against you, slowly falling to lay on the couch with every word he said. “So gentle… So loving.”
“Matt?” You tried as he began dragging you down, though he chose to ignore you.
“Such a pretty voice.. I love hearing you talk. Say something else.”
“Matt.” You tried again and reached for the opposite arm of the couch.
He sighed contently. “I love when you say my name. Say it again.”
“No, no. Hon, we’re goin’ down.” You moved to sit up but Matt only pulled you closer, forcing you two to finally flattening out on the couch.
You sighed and stared at the ceiling, one arm pinned under Matt and the other hung lazily over the arm he had wrapped around you. You craned your neck to see your friends, now sitting on the floor by the arm chairs. Karen offered you a grin and a thumbs up, Foggy nearly falling over as he aggressively did the same gesture.
You chuckled and turned to see Matt. His eyes were closed though his fingers drew letters against your skin, as if he hadn’t said the phrase enough that night.
I L-O-V-E Y-O-U.
“Matty, Matty, Matty.” You sighed playfully, earning a hum of response from him. “What am I going to do with you?”
He rolled himself on top of you, not releasing the grip he had around your waist. You coughed out a laugh before dropping one hand to his back and the other in his hair. You shook your head fondly and began moving your fingers in gentle patterns. It didn’t take long for the action to put him to sleep, you quickly following suit.
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just saw a headline that said "mcu's season 4 of daredevil needs to take lessons from thor ragnarok"
i dont know about you guys, but personally? i dont need matt to throw out a family friendly gag every minute, or for him and frank to argue about doing a "get help" style distraction for easy laughs, sandwiched inbetween 6 callbacks to previous mcu films and a panoramic circle shot showing each of the defenders in an action pose. i dont want that.
for all the main mcu has in its big explosions followed up by clever one liners, they're severely lacking in the things that made the defenders so good - their realness.
i dont want a family friendly squeaky clean daredevil, i want a matt murdock that is so flawed and angry and irrevocably broken by all that he has seen and experienced, a matt murdock that is so deliciously and utterly human that it hurts to see.
it hurts to watch him start fight after fight - many he knows he can't possibly win, he knows the odds are stacked against him, but he fights anyway. he fights because he knows that if he doesn't go out every night and save the little girls lured into alleyways by strange creepy men, and if he doesn't fight against the corrupted system condemning innocent men - then who will?
personally, that's the daredevil i want to see.
#with all that being said i DO enjoy almost all of the mcu and i desperately love some of its characters#but when the next movies big bad has been dealt with and our beloved heroes go home -#who is left to look out for those everyday atrocities?#daredevil mostly. jessica jones (begrudgingly). luke cage and iron fist#they look out for people because they themselves are just. people#anyway#daredevil#matt murdock#daredevil disney+#daredevil s4#mcu daredevil#mcu matt murdock#marvel#marvel disney+#spiderman no way home#thor ragnarok#thor love and thunder#jessica jones#iron fist#luke cage#defenders#mcu defenders
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@lil-stark THAT ENTRANCE
#CHARLIEEEEEE#he deserves all the screams and all the love 🥹❤️#charlie cox#vincent d'onofrio#kevin feige#daredevil born again#daredevil: born again#d23#d23expo#d23 2022#daredevil#matt murdock#wilson fisk#kingpin#marvel daredevil#daredevil disney+#marvel#marvel studios#mcu#mcu phase 5#mcu phase five
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Everytime I search up Foggy Nelson to find a fanfiction, Matt floods my entire screen. I wish I could be Daredevil, so I couldn’t see this.
(Long story short: STOP TAGGING YOUR MATT MURDOCK X READER FANFICTIONS AS FOGGY X READERS, I HATE IT SO MUCH I’M GOING TO IMPODE.)
#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#mcu#daredevil#disney plus daredevil#daredevil disney+#foggy nelson#foggy nelson x reader#foggy nelson x y/n#foggy nelson fanfiction#please leave me alone murdock!#Murdock:SO YOU THINK YOU CAN STONE ME AND SPIT IN MY EYEEEE#matt leave me alone#i don’t want to watch you kiss y/n#please
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my chart of powerful men I would like to put on their knees 💕💕
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Fisk: *To Wesley* You need to find who did this. You need to.
Wesley: *Thinking* Bitch, I am not Scooby Doo.
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All the Netflix Daredevil fans when the Disney+ reboot comes out:
#i'm going to be so sad#it's going to be terrible#i have a tiny sliver of hop#but not really#daredevil#anti mcu#mcu#daredevil disney+#daredevil netflix#netflix daredevil#matt murdock#disney+
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i have to say,,, just,,, i know it's so impractical,,,
but can you just imagine if the punisher's new show is just like,,, frank leading a semi-normal life, dealing with,,, all the shit he's dealing with, living with karen and a dog, maybe a kid, and being like a partial stay at home dad,,,
while matt murdock is getting the shit beat out of him in an alleyway on his show
#i think frank deserves some good :)#matt's catholic he had it coming#/j... unless?#anyways frank and karen have a dog and everyday frank and that dog stop by nelson murdock and page to drop off her lunch#frank castle#matt murdock#karen page#the punisher#daredevil#daredevil disney+#daredevil born again
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#i remember being so excited for new DD content w Charlie Cox but its going to suck I fear 😔#disney+ doesn't have the range#they're going to make him work with the avengers or some other stupid shit like he wouldn't literally hate all of them#either give us an exact version of what they planned for season 4 with the original writing team cast and crew or dont touch it at all#there's no new update or anything on this i was just thinking about the show and got sad#daredevil#daredevil netflix#matt murdock#charlie cox#daredevil disney+#image description in alt
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Canyon Moon - Foggy Nelson x Reader
Summary: A part 2 to Falling. Much happier than part 1. Beginning is roughly 3 weeks after Falling ends. Inspired by Canyon Moon by Harry Styles.
Read Falling here
Pairing: Foggy Nelson x fem!Reader (No y/n)
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and it's consumption, allusions to/implied smut, fluff, angst at the beginning
Word Count: 2.8k
flashbacks italicized, lyrics italicized and blue
My works are not to be republished, translated, or otherwise redistributed without express written consent from myself
After seeing Foggy at Josie’s you felt that it was time to work on moving on. You weren’t completely over him, or even slightly over him if you were being honest with yourself. However, you felt that being more sociable and stopping your attempts to numb the pain of the absence would help. You hung out with Matt and Karen more, mostly at your apartment but you were more willing to go to Josie’s with them than you had been as well.
You still hadn’t reached out to Foggy, having seen him with whoever he was with at Josie’s had hurt and you didn’t feel that reaching out would help. About a week after seeing him at the bar, he tried to reach out to you. You ignored his calls and texts, not wanting to talk to him. One of the times he called, you were with Matt at your apartment and he heard the specific ringtone you had set for Foggy when you first met, not bothering to change it when you broke up. “You know he misses you right?” Matt told you, sincerity evident in his voice, “and I know you miss him too.”
You still hadn’t reached out to Foggy, having seen him with whoever he was with at Josie’s had hurt and you didn’t feel that reaching out would help. About a week after seeing him at the bar, he tried to reach out to you. You ignored his calls and texts, not wanting to talk to him. One of the times he called, you were with Matt at your apartment and he heard the specific ringtone you had set for Foggy when you first met, not bothering to change it when you broke up. “You know he misses you right?” Matt told you, sincerity evident in his voice, “and I know you miss him too.”
“Don’t,” you responded, not wanting to think of how much you missed Foggy. “If he missed me he wouldn’t have been laughing with someone else at the bar,” you sighed, “and besides, I’m fine.”
“People who are fine don’t sleep in the guest room and on the couch,” Matt responded, “just answer the next time he calls.” He was right, you hadn’t slept in your bed since the night you saw Foggy at Josie’s. Every time you tried, the bed felt empty and it usually resulted in you tossing and turning all night.
A few days later, you gave in when Foggy called. You weren’t sure why it was different that time, but you felt that it would work now. “Hey. Can we meet up at Josie’s or something or even at the apartment? I just want to talk to you,” you heard Foggy speak, voice sounding desperate.
“Let’s meet at Josie’s tonight when you’re done at the office,” you responded, smiling at the sound of his voice and the slight bit of hope it brought you.
“I’ll see you there at 7, pretty,” he responded, a smile now evident in his voice.
You nervously got ready to see Foggy, choosing to wear a shirt he had bought for you when you two first got together and a pair of jeans. You wanted to keep it simple, unsure of where tonight would lead. Despite the conversation on the phone and how he sounded happy that you agreed to meet with him, your mind still worried about the worst possible outcome. You checked the time as you put the finishing touches to your outfit before heading out the door and making your way to Josie’s.
When you walked in, Foggy was already waiting for you. “I wasn’t sure you’d actually come. I’ve missed you,” he said with a small smile on his face.
“I’ve missed you too. I’m so sorry for everything that happened,” you said as he pulled you into a hug. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, finding comfort in his warm embrace that you had missed so much.
The two of you then headed over to the bartop together as butterflies erupted in your stomach. “Who was the girl you were with the night Matt and Karen tried to get us back together?” you asked him, voice full of simple curiosity.
“She was an ex-girlfriend. I wanted nothing to do with her past a professional relationship and needed help with something,” he told you, sincerity evident in the way he talked. “That’s all the conversation was up until she saw you walk in. That’s when she started laughing and joking, knowing you'd see and not want to talk to me,” he said as he reached for your hand.
Oh, I’m going home
After meeting with Foggy at Josie’s the two of you decided to start your relationship again. The two of you both thought that it would be best to take getting back into the swing of your relationship slowly. One major thing the two of you discussed when talking about working things out again was going on your first date again, wanting to see if the feelings were actually still there or if the two of you simply missed the familiarity that you provided each other.
The day you met Foggy was an extremely stressful day for you. You had gotten stuck working late at your office the night before, resulting in a grand total of 4 hours of sleep before having to be back at work the next day. Given the lack of sleep, you opted for buying a coffee instead of making one at home, since the coffee shop was on your way into the office.
After paying for your coffee, you bumped into a man in a suit as you turned to move to the pickup area, causing him to spill one of the cups he was holding. “Oh,” you started before freezing up for a second at the sight of him. “I am so sorry, I can buy you a new one if you’d like, or even a new shirt since I’m pretty sure the one you’re wearing is ruined,” you offered, feeling terrible about the situation.
“Don’t worry about it,” he responded with a smile. “It was for my friend, he’ll have to get over it. However, could I get your number to make up for it?”
You nodded, smiling wide at the man who stood before you. You wrote down your number, and he did the same with his and the two of you went your own ways.
When you made it to your office, you shot him a text “hi, i really hope this is the right number but it's the clumsy girl from the coffee shop.”
You got a response from him surprisingly quick “hi you got the right number. I’m surprised you thought it wouldn’t have been considering I asked for yours first.”
“you’d be surprised. I never got your name though”
“Foggy. Well Franklin but everyone calls me Foggy”
Later that night, Foggy had asked if it would be okay to call you, which you agreed to, weirdly excited to talk to a guy you had met just that morning. When your phone rang and his name flashed across the screen, you answered with a smile. “Hi Fogs,” you said with a smile, “how did your friend take it when you told him about the coffee mishap?”
“Hello pretty, he was extremely understanding when I told him how beautiful you were,” he told you. You could tell by his voice that he was smiling too. The two of you spent the next couple of hours talking about anything you could think to talk about, not wanting the conversation to end.
“It’s getting late,” Foggy said around 11:30, “I should probably let you get some sleep.”
After the two of you said your goodbyes for the nights, you went to sleep with a smile on your face, excited to talk to Foggy more the next day.
About a week later, Foggy asked you out on your first date, wanting to take you to a diner down the street from your apartment. Foggy met you at your apartment, knocking promptly at the time he said he’d be there to pick you up. When you answered the door, he handed you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. “I got these for you. I remembered you saying these were your favorite the other day,” he said as he handed them to you with a shy smile on his face.
You smiled at him as you took the flowers, “Thank you, they’re amazing,” you said as you hugged him. “If you’d like to come inside I just have to put these in some water and then we should be good to go.” You stepped out of the doorway, allowing Foggy to head inside your apartment.
The walk to the diner was filled with a comfortable silence, as well as a few small conversations. When you got to the diner, Foggy opened the door for you and reached for your hand once the two of you were inside. Your first date with Foggy went extremely smoothly and was one of the best first dates you had been on in a while. After dinner the two of you walked through the park hand-in-hand, finding any reason to extend the night. When you did eventually have to call it a night, Foggy walked you back to your apartment, “I had a lot of fun with you tonight,” you said with a smile, “thank you for all of it.”
“Of course, pretty,” he said with a smile. “I had a lot of fun too.” He gently tilted your face up by your chin, “Can I?” he asked, leaning in but waiting for your reaction. You nodded and leaned in, gently pressing your lips to his. You smiled into the kiss before parting a little. “I should go soon,” he whispered, his lips still hovering over yours.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come in?” you asked, leaning in to press your lips to his again. “I mean I have nowhere to be in the morning so if you don’t.”
“Next time lovely,” he answered between kisses.
You were putting finishing touches on an outfit that you hoped Foggy would like when you heard a knock on the door. You smiled when you opened the door to reveal Foggy, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, just like he did when he took you on your very first date. “Hey pretty lady, I got these for you,” he said with a smile as he handed them to you.
“You didn’t have to get me flowers,” you said, blushing slightly as you took the flowers. You put them in water before grabbing your purse and walking back over to Foggy. “Where are we going? You never told me,” you reminded him, hoping that asking him again would get you more of a response than him telling you that it was a surprise and that you’d see where you’d get there.
“You’ll see soon,” he reminded you, taking your hand and leading you to the diner where the two of you had your first date. “Here we are,” he said with a smile, softly kissing your temple. You smiled as he opened the door for you, reaching for his hand as the two of you walked in.
The rest of the night was very reminiscent of the first date the two of you had gone on. The two of you walked hand-in-hand through the same park before heading to the apartment you once shared. Foggy tilted your face up by your chin, waiting for your reaction before pressing his lips against yours. You draped your arms over his shoulders, interlocking your fingers as he moved his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Stay the night,” you said as you pulled away.
“On the first date?” Foggy joked with a smile, following you into the apartment anyway. He pulled you in for another, more heated kiss as he walked you back towards the couch. When the back of your knees hit the couch, he gently laid you down, exploring your body in any way he could. “God, I’ve missed you. Be my girlfriend again,” he muttered against your skin as he left kisses and small marks along your neck.
“Odd time to ask Fogs but of course,” you forced yourself to say through small gasps and whimpers as your body reacted to his touch.
A little over 2 weeks after the two of you redid your first date, you woke up in Foggy’s arms on a Saturday morning. Foggy woke up before you but laid in bed with you until you woke up, not wanting to disturb you. When you felt him start to stand up out of bed you let out a small groan and reached for him, “No, come back,” you said, a pout evident on your face.
“Baby, I’d love to but I am out of clothes here,” he said as he made his way to your side of the bed, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “I just need to go back to Matt’s for a little bit. The scene in front of you caused you to think of when the two of you decided to move in together, into the apartment that you two were now at.
You woke up on a cloudy Sunday morning, much earlier than expected. You looked over at Foggy, still fast asleep, and slowly slipped out of his arms as you got out of bed to put on your discarded clothes from the night before. Foggy let out a tired groan as he turned onto his back, peeling his eyes open to see you standing on your side of the bed. “Do you have to leave?” he asked, voice thick with sleep. “It’s still so early,” he whined, trying to coax you back into bed with him.
“I’m sorry Fogs,” you said as you stepped closer to the bed, “I have no work clothes here and should get home for the night. I’ll be back Friday.” You sat on the bed, reaching out to place your hand on his bicep, leaning down to kiss him as you did so.
“Or,” Foggy started as he pulled you on top of him, “you could stay in bed and we could both go to your house for the week,” he said with a slight smirk, leaning up to pull you into a kiss.
You smiled as you pulled away, your hand resting on his chest as you did. “I would love to spend forever in bed with you babe, however, it is not practical in this apartment or in mine,” you told him, a reminder of a previous conversation the two of you had about potentially moving in together one day.
“Let’s find a place together then,” Foggy responded enthusiastically, a wide smile plastered on his face. “My lease ends in a month and yours ends soon too. We can find a place close enough to Nelson & Murdock for me and close enough to your job that you can continue to walk there.”
You smiled as he spoke, “Also close enough to the coffee shop where we met that we can go there all the time,” you added in jokingly.
“Of course how could I forget?” Foggy said with a chuckle. “Also we’ll need room for the 5 little Nelsons that we’ll have running around eventually unless you want to move out of the city for that part.”
“When did it become 5 children Franklin? I thought we agreed on 3 total?” you questioned him with a smile. “I mean I guess 5 is okay but we won’t find space in the city for that many kids and a warning that you want 5 would have been nice,” you made your way off of his lap.
“I know a place that’s available soon. It definitely won’t work for when we have kids one day, or for any pets without an extra deposit, but it fits the rest of the criteria,” he told you as he pulled up the information he had saved about the apartment the two of you came to occupy.
You let out a groan as you sat up, “Why don’t you just move back in? You’ve spent nearly every night here since we got back together,” you said as you reached out to grab his hand. “Plus I’m pretty sure our bed is more comfortable than Matt’s couch, and he’d probably like you out of his apartment soon.”
“I’m not sure if it’s the bed or that you’re laying in it with me but I definitely do sleep better here,” Foggy responded with a smile. “I guess we can get all of my stuff from Matt’s apartment tomorrow. For now, we lay in bed,” Foggy said giving in and laying back in bed with you. You laid down, snuggling into his chest with a content smile. “I love you,” Foggy said as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.
“I love you too,” you said looking up at him.
The next day, the two of you - with the help of Matt - moved the rest of Foggy’s stuff out of Matt’s apartment and into your shared one. “I’m so happy to have you home again,” you told Foggy as you helped him unpack the few boxes he had.
“I’m happy to be home with you, pretty,” he responded, stealing a quick kiss before the two of you went back to unpacking.
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Something Good (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)
Author’s Note: Heya! So, one big perk about being sick and working from home is that I'm really chugging through my idea notebook! This one is the first one on the page, actually, and it's inspired by "Something Good" from The Sound of Music. Enjoy :)
Summary: Matt's in love. He's not entirely sure he deserves it, but he found love with you. It's terrifying and special, and he knows he's beyond lucky.
Warnings: Sweet adorable fluff (Matt's in love, guys). No use of (Y/N), but it does refer to the reader being feminine/female-identifying
Other Characters: Foggy Nelson
Word Count: 746
Matt’s no stranger to sleepless nights. From the sounds of the city keeping him up, to staying out until sunrise on patrol, to being kept awake by his injuries, to his nightmares, his worst case scenarios violently ripping him from his slumber. Tonight, though, tonight is different. He’s still experiences sleepless nights, all the fear and guilt that comes from the idea of not being good enough or strong enough. But those sleepless nights and all those worries have become lesser and lesser the more that you’re in his life.
The first time you slept over, he was so worried he’d wake up screaming with a nightmare, he almost didn’t sleep. He was even apprehensive of having you stay over because he was concerned that Hell’s Kitchen would need it’s Devil and he’d have to slip out; you’d wake up in the middle of the night alone, and he’d loose something he worked hard to try and achieve—a normal relationship. And until that night, it had been just that for Matt, normal. Boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. Boy asks girl out. Boy takes girl on date. They date some more. He finally kisses her after arguably too long. Boy cooks girl a romantic dinner. Boy and girl spend the night together. Boy knows he feels something he’s never felt before.
But in all that worry that he’d mess up that first night, with all the fear that kept him wide awake in his own bed, you snuggled into him; in your slumber, you wrapped your arm around his torso, held him close, and cuddled down into his chest. Matt noticed how your heartbeat changed, how your breathing slowed and evened out. You were the purest form of content and relaxed with him. Now, that made him nervous because it meant that you felt the same way, too. And while it made him nervous, he felt his own heart steady and the sleep that he so desperately tried to fight off lay like weighted blankets on his eyes. He was the first one to wake up the next morning, and he found your positions unchanged; you were still latched onto him, and his arms were around you, keeping you close to his heart.
Each night after that got easier. He was afraid, though, for the inevitable. Mentioning this in passing to Foggy, his best friend closed his office door, sat down across from Matt at his desk, and laid it all out: how to carefully bring it up, broaching the topic of senses, his passion for justice—a methodical plan for how to tell you about his night job in a way that wouldn’t scare you away. Unfortunately for Matt, he’d been thinking about it so much, he started at the wrong spot of the explanation when he saw you later that night and put his foot in his mouth. But you stayed, you listened. You asked questions that he was happy to answer. You spoke well into the night, and at the end of it all, you didn’t leave; you took his hand in yours and gave it a squeeze, thanking him, and assuring him that his secret was safe with you.
Now, almost a year later, you were still by his side, guarding his secret, waiting up for him, patching up his wounds, protecting his heart, and holding him close. So, this time when sleep evades him, it’s not because of his fears, not because of his traumas, not because of his nightmares. It’s because he is wracking his brain, asking God to help him figure out what he did to deserve you because Matt cannot figure it out for the life of him. He tilts his head to the side of the bed where you’re sound asleep, still holding onto him like that first night together. As he thinks and thinks, he can only settle on the fact that at some point in his life, he must have done something good that made him worthy of you. If he can never figure it out, so be it. As long as you’re in his life, he doesn’t really care. Leaning over to press a long, sweet kiss into your forehead, he snuggles down onto you and pulls you close, letting your scent flood his senses and remind him that he’s safe with you, his heart is safe, and that he’ll never be more loved than by you.
Yeah, he must have done something good.
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DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER - MATT MURDOCK
two - glimpse of us
//tags: @ironprincessstranger @johnmurphys-sass @dusstory // one // three // masterlist //
Pairing: Daredevil x Exodus (ft M. Murdock x Reader)
Word Count: 8,228
Summary: Earning trust in Hell’s Kitchen is surprisingly easy when it comes to your newest ally. But one long night reveals more about all of you than you had expected (i haven’t read this since i drafted it so i don’t remember if i love it or not)
You were walking down the street, having just left Matt’s apartment. You were reading the messages Karen had sent about the DA meeting on your way to the office when your attention was caught on a vaguely familiar face. The man was ducking into a pawn shop. The man was broad shouldered, tall, with a buzz-cut. You pulled up short and saw him glance over his shoulder as he stepped through the doorway, almost staring at you.
Almost.
Once he fully entered the building, you hustled across the street and snuck in behind him. You glanced around at various objects in the display, pretending to be interested as you waited to see what the man was there for.
“I need an NYPD mobile communications rig.” The man asked the worker, his deep voice ringing through the small store. “One that get encrypted tactical frequencies.”
If you weren’t sure about his identity to begin with, you were after that.
You turned towards their conversation, eyeing the man for a second before making eye contact with the owner. You lifted a brow quickly, as if to ask what he was going to do. The shop owner swallowed visibly and you were hit with a wave of uncertainty. You smirked slightly and made your way to the main counter.
“Dealing in this shit is illegal.” The owner reasoned.
“Do we look like cops?” You asked smoothly, leaning an elbow onto the counter.
The man nodded slightly before dropping a stack of money on the countertop. The owner looked at the money for a minute before looking back to you two. His eyes darted between you and the large man beside you before nodding and disappearing.
“We?” The man - the Punisher - asked. “There’s no we in this.”
“If there’s anyone in this city you want on your side, it’s me. Especially considering how you shot the Devil in the head last night… You think he’s not gonna remember that? He’s not necessarily big on revenge, per say, but he sure knows how to get even.”
“How’d you know about that?” He turned to face you, brows furrowed as he studied your features. You held his glare with a slight smirk, gesturing to the side with the arm you weren’t leaning on. “Shit.” He chuckled. “That was you?”
“Mhmm.” You nodded. “And you shoot him like that again, you and I are gonna have real issues. Understood?”
He laughed again.
“I missed the part that was funny.” You said firmly, trying to find some emotion to use against him.
You came up empty.
“What do you want?”
“I was gonna ask you the same thing.” You shrugged. “You’re targeting specific gangs with phenomenal precision and results. I could help you, get it done and avoid Daredevil.”
“And what do you get out of it?”
You tilted your head side to side as you thought. Realistically, there was nothing you could really gain by helping him. And you were fine with that. Maybe you really just wanted something to do that didn’t partner you up with Daredevil. Maybe your finger was just itching for a trigger to pull.
“Nothing.” You shrugged a shoulder.
The owner came back with the equipment and unzipped the bag, allowing your eyes to scan the device until you found the serial number. You read the number over three or four times to commit to memory to make it easier to connect to later if you had to. There was a quick interaction and payment before the Punisher nodded for you to follow him out.
That was by no means a confirmation of your partnership but it was something to show he was interested. The owner had been yelling other items at you and trying to get one of you to spend more money. You were both nearly out when he said something that made you sick to your stomach.
“She’s barely twelve, guaranteed.” The owner offered as you two had reached the door, causing both of you to stop in your tracks.
The Punisher held the bag out to you but you scoffed. You leaned forward and flipped the lock on the door before turning the sign to read ‘Closed’. You left your bag on one of the counters and headed back towards the owner of the shop. You heard the Punisher following behind you but you didnt let it change your stride.
You grabbed the owner’s shirtfront and ignored his pleas as you put your hand on the back of his head and slammed his face into the glass countertop. He cried out as the glass cracked but you continued to ignore it and slammed his face down again. That time his head went through the glass. You shoved him back up by his shoulders and threw your fist, driving the glass deeper into his skin and feeling it split your own knuckles. You counted off in your head, every crack of his bones until you reached twelve.
“Barely twelve, hmm?” You repeated as Exodus after shoving the man away from you. He whimpered once he heard your accent, throwing his hands up to protect his face. You placed a bloody hand on the metal frame of the counter and jumped over it. “Guaranteed?”
You landed a sharp kick to his ribs, hard enough to hear him cough all the air from his lungs. You spat in his face before pressing your shoe against the side of his head, hearing him whimper in pain and desperation. The fear left a bitter taste in your mouth that made you want to gag.
“You so much as mention an underage girl like that again, I will come back and put a bullet between your eyes. Understood?”
He frantically nodded so you lifted your shoe before swinging a hard kick to his face. The impact sent his head bouncing off the wall behind him before his whole body went limp. You stepped into the back office to clean your hands before coming back and finding the Punisher still waiting for you.
“You should’ve finished it.” He said simply as you two exited the building.
You simply scoffed in response.
“Guys like that are just gonna do it again and again until someone stops them. Permanently.”
“Maybe not always.” You tried, but you knew it wasn’t you talking. Daredevil had made you soft. Well, soft-ish.
“And the voice.” He noted in a matter-of-fact tone. “What’s with the accent? I mean, really, what’s it gonna do?”
“At least I try to keep this shit a secret.” You laughed wryly. “You might as well be a walking billboard.”
“Look, I don’t need some amateur-“
“I’ve been doing this since I was a kid.” You cut in quickly. “I’m one of the deadliest assassins to come out of the Red Room since it started. So don’t stand there and call me an amateur or so help me God, I will cut out your voice box and shove it up your ass.”
You sidestepped and spun on your heel to block him.
“Part of me knew a man like you was inevitable, a man with a big ass gun and a vendetta who thinks the law belongs to him. But if you want to avoid Daredevil and the DA’s office - which are both chasing you down with the fury of hell behind them, by the way - I’m the one you’re gonna wanna make friends with… Unless you think you can take me, Daredevil, and the DA at the same time. And I promise you, Daredevil and I are not as easy marks as the Irish or the Dogs of Hell.”
He looked you up and down and chuckled slightly. You tilted your head as you read his emotions, though there wasn’t much there. He was annoyed at your pestering but also slightly impressed by your reputation and determination at that moment. He respected you, that much was easy to tell. There was an underlying suspicion of your interest in his work, but it wasn’t enough to stop him.
“Alright.” He nodded with a smirk. “Sounds like I need you.”
“You’re damn right.” You agreed. “Last I heard the DA wants Grotto to wear a wire and meet with Brass but if I know anything about Reyes, there’s something else at play.”
“Okay. I can work my end and get information about where Brass is gonna be.”
“It’s gotta be a sting op.” You spoke slowly, letting your train of thought work as you walked. “Why else would Reyes be personally involved?” You laughed once when you put it together. “Grotto’s not a mole. He’s bait.”
“For what?”
“For you.” You pulled out your phone and called Foggy.
“Y/N, where have you been? Reyes has practically chewed my head off every time and I could’ve used your help.” He said as soon as he answered. “I was hoping you were gonna come back.”
“I heard.” You replied, somewhat regretfully. “I’m sorry. I was at Matt’s and he was going through a whole thing and just…”
“He okay?”
“It’s Matt… He hasn’t been okay since college, maybe. Anyway, I need the details about Grotto’s meeting with Brass.”
“You’re gonna actually be there?” He accused and you frowned, knowing he was right.
“That’s the plan.”
“I’ll text it all to you.” He said and you could tell there was a hesitation, something else he wanted to say. You glanced at your new partner - who wasn’t looking at you - and took a few steps away.
“Go on… Say it.” You urged and he sighed. “I know there’s something bothering you so just lay it out there. You and me. Right now.”
“You’re just…”
“Fog?”
“Everything you’ve been doing lately, the leaving and the excuses… I’ve seen it all before and if you’re doing what they're doing then I- I can’t have you both doing that.”
“What are you talking about?” You pressed. “Foggy, what’s going on?”
He sighed before answering. “Nothing, it’s- It's nothing. Just tell me you aren’t doing something that’s gonna get you in trouble or get you hurt.”
“I promise I’m fine, okay? I’m not doing anything I can’t handle.”
“Just cause you can handle it doesn’t mean it’s smart.” He countered.
You clicked your tongue and pressed your lips together to hide your smile. “You got me there.” You admitted and he laughed. “Text me everything about Grotto and I’ll do what I can.”
“Sure… And Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“… We love you.”
“We?” You chuckled. “You and Karen?”
“And Matt.”
Your heart jumped and your smile faded.
“Yeah, I know… I love you guys too.”
“Be careful. There’s been too many close calls lately.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll see you later.”
You ended the call and met back with the Punisher - you’d have to ask his real name later. You two walked until your phone buzzed with a text from Foggy. There wasn’t much other than a time and place. Your new friend only said that he would see you there before you parted ways.
Made you wonder how long you two would really last, but given that you and Daredevil didn’t last long at all, you didn’t expect much. Regardless of that, you made your way to your apartment and began thinking of how you would approach the meeting.
Foggy expected you to be there and you had a responsibility to Nelson and Murdock. You had a paying job to do. The problem then became that if you went as Y/N, you wouldn’t have time to sneak away, change, and meet with the Punisher in time. You’d have no excuse to leave. And if DA Reyes was there, you’d have one hell of a time getting away without her breathing down your neck.
Exodus it was.
You had your mask hooked up to your tablet and were downloading some of the recent footage to go through later. Not that you expected much of value, but maybe it could be put to use creating a filter to blur Daredevil’s face if he ever wanted to take his helmet off around you. You ignored the texts from Foggy about you showing up and even ignored Karen’s call. She texted and asked you not to do anything stupid, but it was too late. You were already committed.
You changed into your suit, pausing as you were pulling on the plated jacket from Daredevil. You looked down at the engraved ‘E’ on either wrist plate, scratching lightly at the red stain with your thumbnails. The residue of that night never quite left, the night you two took down Fisk.
The blood was still there, stained on the edges of the plates. The scars on your face that hid behind the edge of your mask. The memory of how much rage was flooding your system, the pure red haze you were seeing though. Everything was tunnel vision that night. But you had been forced to pull your punches, forced to take a step back, forced to let him live. You still weren’t sure if you were mad at Daredevil for that or a bit thankful.
You had wanted to be better after all. Daredevil was helping you get there. Were you only mad that he was holding you accountable? Mad that he saw something in you that you didn’t - not always? Or maybe you were just mad at how good he was, knowing that you’d never be that way.
You shoved your arms through and forced the thoughts out of your head. You had a job to do.
You were Exodus.
You weren’t a hero.
So you dawned your mask and met with the Punisher. You two were on the roof, watching the scene below. You watched Grotto’s hesitation as he wandered the lot, felt his absolute terror that he tried to cover. You almost felt bad for the man your office was supposed to help as you watched the diesel plow through the gates. The Punisher moved to the top of the water tower while you waited underneath. You didn’t need to be there while he took the shot.
You listened in on the police chatter, interrupted by a call from Foggy. A call from Karen. It made you realize there was no call from Matt, but you guessed he hadn’t gone either. You didn’t have much time to dwell on it before you heard the clatter of metal on metal and the Punisher came flying off the water tower.
You cursed to yourself and ducked back, reaching for your belt. You thought quickly about what to grab but the brilliant blue glow of your Bite distracted you, not to mention the sniper shots. You kept low to the ground as you came out but were quick to disarm your Bite. The snipers had put holes in the water tower which meant the water made your electricity that much dangerous, and you realized it was only Daredevil.
You slid on the side of your leg and swept Daredevil’s legs as the Punisher came in hard with one of Daredevil’s batons. Your move was just in time to get him out of the way. You glared up at the Punisher and were ignored as he swung the baton downwards. You pulled yourself up to a kneel and crossed your arms above your head, allowing the baton to smack the plates. The impact pushed your arms into your head and you groaned as you wobbled on your knee.
“We don’t have time for this.” You said firmly, flipping your hands around the baton to snatch it from the Punisher.
You threw it to the side and got to your feet.
“Ex?” Daredevil spoke through heavy breaths, clearly disoriented.
“Shut up.” You spat over your shoulder.
“Who’s side are you on again?” He challenged with a squint.
Before you could answer, you heard the radio in your implant.
‘Take the shot. Repeat, take the shot.’
Your eyes widened for a second before you moved. You dropped to your stomach just as the gunshots came again. You aimed your wrist for the Punisher’s ankles and shot a wire, yanking hard to pull him to his back. You twisted to find Daredevil, seeing that he had dropped the same as you did.
You felt the yank on your arm and looked up to see the Punisher unwrapping the wire and throwing it to the side. The two began their brawl again, seemingly unfazed by the gunshots.
“Идиоты.” You grumbled as you made your way across the roof. (Idiots.)
You realized the two were close to a ledge and you remembered seeing a glass skylight earlier. With hope you were in the right spot, you ran at them. You kept an arm up to block gunshots - though your hip was grazed - and tackled them down. You felt Daredevil’s arms wrap around your waist as he turned so you would land on top of him.
You were shocked that he would prioritize your safety over his given your foul treatment of him lately, but there wasn’t much time to dwell on it.
The impact jarred you all and the pressure of your body landing on his only ignited the burn in your hip. As you all shakily got to your feet, you pressed a palm against it and winced at the pain.
“Можете ли вы вдвоем отрезать дерьмо на две чертовы минуты, чтобы мы могли снять полицейских со спины?” You nearly yelled, aggressively pointing a finger to the ground to prove a point. Your other hand was growing hotter at your hip and you could’ve sworn you smelt the searing skin. (Can you two cut the shit for two fucking minutes so we can get the cops off our backs?)
“Tell that to your little boyfriend.” The Punisher scoffed, though you doubted he knew what you said.
“Why are you so obnoxious?” You groaned before turning to Daredevil. You noticed he was wobbling on his feet, holding his head.
You quickly tried to remember if he had hit his head. Surely the impact would’ve made his head bounce up and hit yours, but you hadn’t felt anything. It must’ve been residual from when the Punisher shot him, you realized. You reached out for him but were shoved aside, the Punisher taking your place and kicking out at Daredevil’s chest.
The motion sent him backwards and he hit his head on the wall behind him before slumping down. You glared at your partner, who now gave you an expectant look. You groaned and moved closer, throwing one of Daredevil’s arms over your shoulders.
“You’re a dick.” You muttered as you two carried the unconscious vigilante, you desperately trying to push through your limp.
“Cause you’re some saint, right?” He chuckled. He glanced over and saw the blood leaking down your leg and his stride slowed, so casually that you barely noticed at first.
“Where are we taking him?” You rolled your eyes but got no answer.
The place, you soon found out, was nothing more than a random apartment building as far as you were concerned. The roof of the random building, to be specific. You refused to help chain Daredevil up, stepping to the side to acknowledge the aggressive stinging at your side. The bullet caught you just below where your belt sat, an irritated and bright red line that left the area sticky and wet with blood. You pulled some gauze from your belt and stuffed it under the hole of your suit, clenching your jaw as you pressed down.
“Hey.” You breathed once you got the bleeding to stop. “You speak Russian?”
“No, why?” The Punisher answered, though he didn’t pay much attention to you as he finished his chain project.
“Seemed like you knew what I said earlier.” You shrugged.
He chuckled slightly as he finished the lock. He made his way over to you and knelt beside you, carefully reaching for your newest wound. He pulled the gauze away and pressed around the opening, causing you to wince and smack at his hands as new blood bubbled out.
“I just figured you were talking shit.” He shrugged with a lazy but amused smile. “It’s not too bad. Does it hurt still?”
“Yes but no, more so when I walk on it.” You answered with a sight wince as you scooted further back to lean against the air vent behind you. “It’s just a graze though, doesn’t need stitches or anything. I’ll be fine.”
“You’re pretty tough.” He shrugged before leaning over for a small kit. “Anyone else probably would’ve dropped and not gotten up… Let alone tackle us down - what was it - two stories.”
“You guys are like two dogs fighting… Neither of you were gonna stop until something distracted you. Hence, a two story fall.”
He reached for your leg again, one hand behind your knee and the other on your shin. He pushed on your shin to bend your leg before he pinched the skin together. You let out a yelp as the two sensitive edges touched but you simply tightened your hands into fists while the Punisher meticulously placed butterfly closures.
“You have a name?” You asked when he finished, backing off so you could replace the gauze and tape it on. “Can’t really call you the Punisher forever.”
“Do you?” He retorted.
You offered a lazy smile and noticed the bullet wound on his arm. You climbed up to your knees and grabbed the needle and thread from the kit. You began to close his wound without saying anything and he didn’t try to stop you, even though you could tell his instinct was to pull away and do it himself.
“They say you don’t hear the bullet that gets you… Always thought it was bullshit till now.” He said, grimacing as you pulled the stitch.
“It is.” You nodded, focusing on the movement of your fingers. “Well, for me at least. I’ve heard every shot taken at me. They usually miss… Couple get lucky, I won’t lie. Learned the hard way to pay attention to everything.” You shrugged casually.
“What about you, Red?” The Punisher called, turning his head towards Daredevil. You hadn’t realized he was awake. “The other night when I cracked off your forehead, did you hear that?”
You tugged the next stitch hard and he glared at you. You raised your brows in a slight challenge as Daredevil thrashed against the chains. He nodded with a small smirk and raised his free hand in surrender.
“You can pull on those chains all night.” Your accent found you as you warned Daredevil before tying off the thread and biting off the rest. Your thumb ran over the now closed wound and you nodded in satisfaction. Not your best work but still pretty clean, given there wasn’t a ton of light on the rooftop.
“Only way you get out of here is if we let you.”
“We?” Daredevil scoffed. “You’re with him now?”
“You didn’t leave me much choice.” You rolled your eyes.
“Don’t give me that.” He shook his head. “There’s always a choice.”
“Not for me. Not after what you did. You’re lucky you’re even alive.”
“You didn’t take my mask off… Why?” Daredevil spoke, his expression hidden as he turned to you.
“Don’t give a shit who you are.” The Punisher answered.
“Not you. Her.”
You moved closer to your former partner, a slight limp in your stride. He must’ve noticed that your footsteps sounded different because you were hit with a brief feeling of concern, concern for you and your well-being. Part of you wanted to assure him that you were okay, that you just got nicked, but the bigger part didn’t care if he was worried. Sure, he was your friend - maybe - and your old partner, but those days were over.
Exodus and Daredevil were done.
You dropped beside him and his hand went searching for yours, despite his limited reach. You sighed to yourself and gave him your hand, just to be kind. A weakness, you knew, that only he could manage to create in you. His fingers wrapped around yours tightly and through both of your gloves, you felt that relief - the familiarity - jolt through your fingers.
It made you think that maybe Exodus and Daredevil didn’t have to be done. But which of you would change for the other? Which would break first?
“How do you know I didn’t?” You countered after a seemingly eternal silence as your thoughts had been processing. “When he shot you in the head, I was there… All night. I saw him do it. I could’ve seen your face then while I waited for your friend to show.”
“No, I don’t think you did.” He said softly and tilted his head towards you.
You wondered why he didn’t believe you. Maybe it was the fact that he knew the identity secrecy was your idea, how adamant you were that you two couldn’t know anything about each other.
But didn’t you want to know? The power you could have over him, the way he would have to beg for you to keep his secret. The way he would have to give control of his future to you. Didn’t you want that?
So really.. Why didn’t you look that night? Why waste time waiting on the roof?
Maybe it was just out of respect, a professional courtesy.
“Why would you say that?” You asked in the same low tone.
“You’re not one to give away your leverage.” He nearly smiled. “And I know you, Ex. This guy-“ He shook his head. “He’s not who you wanna be. He’s not-“
“You done over there, Princess?” The Punisher called suddenly.
You turned and saw him already looking at you with an amused smile and raised brows. You flipped him off and he chuckled.
“Call me that again and I’ll shoot you myself.” You said firmly.
You realized then just how often moments like that went with Daredevil. One of you would crack the other’s exterior, get a glimpse of the person under the masks and under the costumes. Only for reality to snap you back like elastic, pulling you out of that instance of peace and back into the fight. Back into the brawl. Into the blood.
You shook the realization and focused on keeping the men on the rooftop calm. You drummed your fingers against your leg, watching little white waves come from the light impact. They floated across the roof before dissipating and you felt irritation brewing, but it remained at a manageable level.
“You’ve killed everyone else… Why am I still alive?” Daredevil announced. “I’ve gotten in your way twice now. Her, I get.” He nodded to you and you rolled your eyes. The fact that he thought he had some insight into your logic made you want to shoot him yourself. “But you don’t seem like the kind of guy to just let that happen.”
“You should stop instigating.” You announced, pushing to stand. “You’re nosy, always have been. It’s gonna land you in a bad situation one day.”
“One like this?” The Punisher joked.
“Oh, yeah. Maybe.” You nodded before shrugging. “Hell, maybe one worse.”
“Military grade hardware.” Daredevil continued. You scoffed and crossed the roof. “And you carry yourself like a soldier… What are you gonna do with all this?”
“I’ll do what’s required.” The Punisher answered.
“Y’know I’ve heard that line before. That you have to do it and you’re what they deserve.” Daredevil chuckled bleakly and turned his attention to you, only for a second. “But you’re wrong. You’re wrong because it’s not-“
“Not this again.” You groaned. “You think you’re better than him - better than me - because you keep some moral high ground. And I’m tired of it! I’m tired of trying to be different, to be like you. Because I’m not and it’s exhausting to try.”
“How many does this make?” He yelled past you, though the Punisher was ignoring him. Your new partner offered you his thermos and you staggered over to see what it was. “Ten, maybe twenty times? How long has it been? Your whole life?”
“Nosy bastard.” You grumbled and sat beside the Punisher, sniffing the open thermos before taking a tentative sip.
“No one else has to die.” Daredevil continued. “You can stop now, walk away.”
“Walk away?” The Punisher repeated as you handed back his thermos. “Could you do that? Could you walk away?”
Daredevil was quiet.
“I tried.” Your voice filled the silence, though it sounded distant as you spoke. Your eyes remained fixated on a suddenly interesting crack in the concrete. “I’ve had to leave people behind and I thought I could walk away… Hang up these little bracelets and the suit and just be myself, live a normal life. But it never worked. I was always drawn back in because someone was trying to kill me. Or threaten people I cared about. Now they don’t get the chance.”
The church bells tolled, dramatically punctuating your words.
“Midnight.” You nodded and lifted your eyes, seeing the Punisher on the side of the roof.
“You gettin’ tired, Princess?” He teased, making you pick up a nearby rock and throw it at the back of his head.
“St. Matthew’s.” The Punisher chuckled as he looked in the direction of the church.
“You a Catholic?” Daredevil asked in gentle shock.
The Punisher looked to you. You shrugged slightly since it didn’t change anything for you. So was Matt and so was Daredevil. What did you care?
Matt and Daredevil… Hmm.
His attention flipped to Daredevil for a second before focusing back on his original task.
“Once.” He said simply.
“From New York?”
“Once.”
“You still go to Mass?”
“Stop it, Red. Stop digging.”
You listened quietly as Daredevil spoke. He spoke of New York with such tenderness, a deeper understanding of the city and how it affects people. He was quick to try and get your partner to open up, though those attempts were quickly shot down.
But you found that Daredevil’s voice was… different this time. He wasn’t speaking with the usual low gruffness he usually used. He wasn’t trying to be intimidating or cold. He was just talking but it was extremely familiar. The comfort you felt as you digested his voice - not his words - was something that you had only felt around Matt, Marc, Steven, and Natasha when you were younger.
But who exactly was he?
“You gotta be somethin’ when you’re not wearing the long johns.” The Punisher teased.
Daredevil glanced at you and it made you wonder if you were the only reason he didn’t outright say it, in that moment at least. “I’m just a guy.”
You zoned out of their conversation after that. They continued to antagonize each other in hopes of getting a confession. You paid it no real mind until you realized your new partner was gesturing to you as he spoke. By the time you focused in, his point was made and he was coming to sit beside you again.
“Why am I here?” Daredevil simply asked.
“Your way doesn’t work, in case you hadn’t noticed.” You chimed in. “I’ve told you before that you have to finish them, not just knock them on their ass.”
“So what he’s doing is better?” He asked bitterly. “You can’t trade lives.”
“What we do is out of necessity.” The Punisher clarified, earning a scoff from Daredevil.
“You’re not the only one, you know.” Daredevil pressed. “C’mon, who did you lose? Or you, Exodus? Huh? Someone you loved? Boo-hoo.” He mocked.
You shook your head and pushed yourself up while he continued to talk. There wasn’t much thought behind your actions other than a sparking anger in your chest, a burning disbelief that he could be so nonchalant about loss. You moved to kneel in front of Daredevil, silencing his words. You pulled your arm back and threw a right hook to his jaw.
“Loss doesn’t work the same for everyone, Red.” Your new partner chuckled.
Another punch. How dare he sit there and mock loss.
“We don’t pick what fixes us.”
Another punch. What did he know about what you’ve lost? What you’ve had to give up.
“Makes us whole.”
Another. Daredevil knew nothing. He could never understand the depth of your loss.
“Gives us purpose.”
One more hit before crossing the roof again. You heard Daredevil spit, likely a collection of blood. You huffed loudly as you sat back down, rubbing your tender leg.
“What kinda name is The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, anyway?” The Punisher continued.
“Quit instigating.” You groaned.
“I didn’t choose that name.” Daredevil defended.
“You’re not exactly running from it.” The Punisher urged as he gestured to the horns.
“I don’t do this to hurt people.”
“No? So what? It’s just a job perk?”
“You once said ‘I’m doing this because I enjoy it’ before putting a man in a coma.” You cut in quickly. “You burned and resuscitated a man that I could’ve killed and saved so much trouble. You saved a man who you called a cancer to this city when I had him on his knees, about to beg for his life. You’ve sent men to the hospital with broken limbs, comas, and one coughing fit away from their deaths. You cause more pain than we do.”
“I don’t kill anyone.” Daredevil reasoned but you were hit with a wave of his uncertainty, a wave of his disappointment.
“Is that why you think you’re better than us?” The Punisher scoffed. “That why you think you’re a big hero?”
“It doesn’t matter what I think or what I am.” He argued.
“What you think matters when it comes to me.” You accused firmly. “Then your opinion is the only one that matters.”
“People don’t have to die.”
“You believe that?” The Punisher scoffed.
“He does.” You sighed in annoyance as Daredevil answered “I believe it’s not my call and it ain’t yours either.”
“Deciding if they live is the same as deciding if they die!” You countered loudly, vividly remembering the first night you two met. “I’m tired of the same shit from you, day after day. Night after night, since I got back here! You put that costume on. You decided you were gonna beat the shit out of people and try to scare them straight.”
The Punisher pushed himself to his feet and you waved a hand. He helped you up and allowed you to limp ahead of him to Daredevil, almost as if he was making sure you didn’t need or ask for help. You knelt down and the Punisher was beside you.
“Guess what, Сорвиголова? It. Doesn’t. Work.” You said firmly. (Guess what, Daredevil?)
“I think you’re a half-measure.” Your partner pressed and you chuckled. “I think you’re a man who can’t finish the job. I think you’re a coward… And you know the one thing you can’t see? You’re one bad day away from being me.”
“He doesn’t believe you.” You sighed, dropping to sit flat. “He’ll never believe you. He thinks his faith in God and belief in second chances will keep him on the right path.”
“Someone’s coming.” Daredevil said, choosing to ignore you.
“I’ll say this once. You make one sound and I’ll open his head all over this roof.” The Punisher warned.
“Hey.” You said, reaching for his arm as he stood. “That guy has nothing to do with this. Don’t.”
“Better keep him quiet then.”
While the Punisher - Frank - spoke to the owner of the building, you stayed beside Daredevil. He continued to struggle and strain against the chains until you had enough. You leaned forward and positioned your knee between his legs, the other foot on the outside of his hip. You slammed your forearm against his chest and pressed your other wrist to his throat while the blue of your Bite shone. He let out a groan as he hit the wall behind him.
“Why are you doing this?” He asked you softly, nearly a whisper though his voice found the gruffness you were used to. “Why are you working with him?”
“Shut up.” You muttered, not looking at him.
“Exodus, come on. You’re better than this.”
“How would you know?” You faced him. Your eyes traced the hastily repaired line down his helmet, remembering the night it happened and the one who found him the next day. “How long have you known Franklin Nelson?”
“You know him?” He didn’t bother hiding his shock. “You really did stay that night…”
“Is he why you cared about Y/N?” You continued on your newest suspicion that arose from that night. That maybe you knew him outside the suits already. “When she was attacked by the Russians.”
Everything about him seemed to soften when you said your name. But it only made you more on edge. How did he know you? And who was he to you that the simple mention of your name, the simple thought of you, was enough to practically melt him?
“She-“ He began gently though Frank was already coming back. You moved to Daredevil’s side as your partner came into view. “You get off threatening innocent people?”
“Listen carefully, okay?” Frank said angrily as he came and pressed his gun to Daredevil’s forehead. “You listening? Feel it?”
Your old friend didn’t cower or move away, rather pressing his forehead against the gun. You hopped up as quickly as you could and pulled your own gun, pointing it at Frank.
“Drop it.” You said firmly. “Or I swear to God, Frank, I’ll put a bullet in you before you can thumb the hammer.”
He glanced over and saw your stance not faltering. He nodded slightly before taking a couple steps back and lowering the gun. You hesitantly did the same but kept an eye on Frank’s hand for a moment longer.
“You still gonna defend him? Despite the shit he’s been talking all night and the high horse he rides around on?” Frank challenged.
“I’ll suffer my own consequences for it later.” You shrugged. “You don’t get to kill him.”
“Fine.” He shrugged before facing Daredevil again. “I’m not a bad guy, Red. Neither is she if she’s willing to save your sorry ass.”
“You think you’re anything else?” Daredevil chuckled in disbelief.
“The people I kill need killing. That’s what I think.”
“You left men hanging from meat hooks!”
“You did what?” You asked Frank as he climbed a billboard later.
“He didn’t tell you about that?” Daredevil said in amusement.
“Neither did you if you found them like that.” You said over your shoulder.
“When was I supposed to? When you were dodging my calls?”
“Frank?” You turned away, annoyed once again with the masked vigilante.
“They got off easy in my opinion.” He reasoned from above.
“You shot up a hospital!”
“And nobody got hurt who didn’t deserve it.”
“My friend was in there.” You said firmly, thinking of how Karen screamed on the phone that night. “Would she have deserved it?”
“Don’t tell me you’re buying in to this crap.” Frank rolled his eyes.
“What happens the day someone decides you guys deserve it?” Daredevil called.
“Then they better not miss.” Frank answered simply as you replied “More than enough already did and failed.”
“You can’t treat this city like your personal shooting galleries!”
“What do you do?” You challenged. “You act like it’s a playground! You beat people up, throw them in jail and act like a hero. But guess what? They end up right back on the streets! You think what you do is better than what I’ve done? What he’s done? What happened when Wilson Fisk is back and goes after your precious little Y/N?”
That made him jerk against the chains and you smiled wickedly. Maybe you could use yourself as leverage, you realized.
“So you two will just put ‘em in the morgue, huh?” Daredevil replied bitterly.
“You’re goddamn right.” Frank said firmly, his conviction palpable.
“You ever doubt yourself?”
“Not even for a second.”
“She does.” Daredevil turned to you and your jaw tightened. “She doubted herself time and time again. And I was getting her through it. But then you come around and act no better for her than the Red R-“
“You don’t get to speak for me!” You cut in angrily, swiping a hand through the air angrily. You watched the red sparks at your fingers. “You hardly know anything about me or the Red Room so don’t throw that place around like it means anything to you.”
“I think you and me - you and her - me and her, we’re all the same.” Frank explained as he came to sit in front of Daredevil again. “You hit them and they get back up. We hit them and they stay down. Permanently. We make sure they don’t make it out in the street again.”
“What about hope?”
“You wanna talk about Santa Claus?” Frank mocked and you almost laughed.
“It’s real, Frank. It is. It’s real and it’s possible. She used to believe in it too, in redemption. Isn’t that what you wanted when you got here?”
“That’s what you thought I wanted.” You clarified calmly. “I gave up believing in that a long time ago and I told you that.”
“The people you kill deserve a chance.”
“What? To kill again?” You scoffed. “To kidnap another kid? To sell another girl into whatever hellscape will give the most money? You want that on your conscience?”
“To try, Ex. They deserve to try again. And if you don’t believe that anymore then there’s something in you that can’t be fixed.”
“Let me ask you something”. You knelt beside Frank to be eye level with Daredevil and you felt a sadistic urge tingling down your spine. “If Anatoly or Vladimir or even Fisk himself had killed Y/N because… Because they still thought she was me or they found out she had ties to you, would you let them off with a coma? With broken limbs or a fractured frontal bone.” You tapped the forehead of his helmet. “Broken nose, maybe. Or would you kill them? Would you make sure they never hurt another innocent girl?”
He said nothing but his emotions said everything. He didn’t know what he would do. He couldn’t say with certainty that he wouldn’t kill them, but he wasn’t sure he could bring himself to do it. Even for Y/N.
“Exactly.” You scoffed.
“You do this, Ex, you stick with him… And you’ll have to kill me this time around because I won’t stop coming for you until I take you down.” Daredevil continued.
“You’re giving me a goddamn ultimatum.” You chuckled in realization. “Are you that desperate?”
“I know there’s goodness in you, Ex. Even in you, Frank.”
“Опять не это..” You groaned and stood. (Not this again.)
Once you had moved, Frank knocked out Daredevil.
“And you used to work with this guy?” He asked you.
You shrugged. “He used to be easier to get along with.”
“How’s your leg?” He asked and knelt beside Daredevil and began fiddling with the chains. “That little limp’s getting more noticeable.”
“It’s just tender.” You admitted as you hobbled across the roof and sat with your back against the ledge. “I need to pick a place and stay there.”
He chuckled. “Can I ask you something?” He called out, not looking away from his new project.
“Sure.”
“The hell is the Red Room?”
“Place I was raised. Trained since I was a kid. Espionage, martial arts, weaponry, ballet, gymnastics, foreign language, culture, computers. Pretty much everything. They offered my parents money when I was a baby but Mom said no. We ran for a few months till Dad got tired of it. He went behind Mom’s back and sold me off a little after I turned one… And they’re still together.”
“That’s some heavy shit.” He nodded.
“You have no idea.” You agreed and your fingers went to where the Red Room emblem sat in your suit, though it was covered by the top from Daredevil. “And you… Marine, huh? Couldn’t have been easy.”
“Sounds like we both got a short end of the stick.” He said casually.
“Yet we both ended up here… Wonder why.”
“You believe in that?”
“I think there’s a point in the people you meet.” You shrugged, eyes landing on Daredevil for a second. “You think everything's a coincidence?”
“I just think shit happens the way it happens.” He said plainly.
“Simple.” You nodded.
“I’m not exactly the showy type like this guy.” He shook Daredevil by one of his horns and you chuckled.
“He’s not always so high and mighty, yknow.” You said honestly. “But you’re right. He is a half-measure.”
“I’ll be right back.” Frank said and disappeared into the building. “Got a little something for him…”
You craned your neck to see what he had done and saw a slight reflection off some duct tape. But what really caught your attention was the gun beneath the tape.
What the hell was he up to?
Daredevil began to stir not long after Frank left. But he was quick to come back with another man in tow.
“Caught this bastard trynna steal a car and skip town.” Frank explained as he threw Grotto to his knees.
“Grotto.” You gasped and tried to make your way over.
“He doesn’t deserve to die because you caught him stealing cars! It’s up to the law, not me or you or her!” Daredevil practically pleaded when he realized there was nothing he could do.
“Tell him a little bit about yourself.” Frank said in annoyance.
“I’m nobody, I swear.” Grotto pleaded.
“No? Lafayette Street, second floor. Tell him what happened.”
“What did you do?” You asked Grotto. You thought about that street but couldn’t remember any stories about it.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please!”
“What. Did you. Do.” You asked again, flexing your hand to wake your Widow’s Bite.
“Say it.” Frank pressed, punctuating his words with a right hook.
“Okay! I killed him! I put two in his head!” Grotto cried desperately. “I- I couldn’t say no! I couldn’t! I’m sorry! But I didn’t- I didn’t know the old lady was in the house!”
“What old lady?” Daredevil asked quickly.
“She started screaming and I begged her to stop… She saw my face. I had to!”
Your jaw clenched and you fired your Bite at his chest, causing Grotto to scream in pain.
“I’m not gonna shoot him.” Daredevil shook his head.
“Then I will.” You shrugged and drew your gun. “Unless you wanna kill me to stop me.” You teased.
“Don’t you dare!”
“Why not?” You laughed, a manic and bubbling sound that was oh so familiar to the teasing laugh you used on Red Room missions. “He’ll kill again. How many old ladies - or what if it’s a kid next time? Do you wanna live with that? Cause I won’t.”
“It won’t bring anyone back!”
“No… But it’ll keep him from hurting anyone else.”
“Shoot him!” Frank insisted. “Shoot him or shoot her. Either way you’re a killer.”
“Ты такой же, как и я, независимо от того, что ты выберешь.” You said firmly, knowing Daredevil wouldn’t shoot you. (You’re just like me, no matter what you choose.)
Instead, Daredevil shot the lock that held the chains in place. Upon hearing the gun fire, you pulled your own trigger and shot Grotto in the chest. Immediately after, Daredevil tackled you to the ground, your head bouncing off the concrete and your gun clattering away. Daredevil had one knee pinning an arm and the other was pinned by his foot as he began throwing punches, the gun still taped in his hand. You dodged what you could and found an opening to awkwardly aim your Bite towards his neck. You shot the burst quickly and he fell off of you, though the throbbing of fresh bruises remained.
Frank came to your side and helped you to sit. He carefully tilted your face to either side as he examined the blossoming lumps. You waved him off and wiped your sleeve across your face, clearing the blood from your nose and ignoring the pain. Your vision was blurry, head pounding as you shakily crossed the roof for your gun.
He took a second to lean over the ledge and fire across the street. Frank was quick to jump into the fight with Daredevil when he charged you again. You were loading your wire at your wrist when Daredevil knocked Frank unconscious.
“This is really who you wanna be?” He called to you as you got to your unsteady feet. “Last I heard, you were tired of killing.”
“Это уже то, кто я есть.” You grinned, despite the blood in your mouth. “Я просто больше не притворяюсь.” (It’s already who I am. I’m just not pretending anymore.)
You tumbled messily over the ledge and hastily shot your wire to catch your fall. You landed awkwardly and wobbled on your feet all the way back to your apartment. Once inside, you were quick to strip out of your suit and sit on the floor of your shower. You couldn’t even think how you were gonna cover your beating for work the next morning.
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They recast Elektra for Born Again I hate it here already
#do i like mattelektra? no#do i love elodie yung as elektra? FUCK YES#i’m already getting bad vibes y’all i don’t wanna jinx it but#hdjdhffhfh#welp#daredevil: born again#daredevil born again#daredevil#matt murdock#charlie cox#elektra natchios#elodie yung#eiza gonzalez#marvel daredevil#devil of hell’s kitchen#daredevil disney+#marvel#mcu#mcu phase 5#mcu phase five
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James Wesley Headcanons (Childhood Edition)
Come get your context Weasels.
Summary: I had this idea. This is the idea.
Pairing: Wesley and his childhood
A/N: This is currently from the stand point that Wesley was born in a rich family, because I really really like that headcanon that he’s rich.
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He used to read a lot of mythology
Gets forced into the bounce house at birthday parties.
In the bounce house he’d send kids to beat up other kids and he’d be the only one left untouched.
Coordinates “The Flipping” of the bounce house.
Can also be found hiding under tables and reading during the later hours of the party.
His manners were mostly taught by his mother and aunt.
Held very important meetings with his teddy bears. (They were VERY important 😡)
Liked creating the to-do lists for the family.
I have this vision of him holding his moms hand in the grocery store, helping her pick out veggies and such.
I also have this one vision of him standing with his parents greeting the guests like a little gentleman.
HIM SITTING AT THE LONG TABLE EATING STEAMED VEGGIES BY HIMSELF????
Bro imagine if his mom put him in a little baby blue sailor costume and they have a picture of him looking really sad/angry cause he’s Wesley and he’s got to make everything hard.
He also has those science kits!
Has definitely burned an anthill at least once
His room was probably a violet blue with white accents, like a violet blue wall, a marble flooring, white fluffy carpet, white cabinet for things and a white desk. Oh, and he was a room off of his bedroom that’s his closet.
He likes reading on the swing-set in his big backyard.
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I want to hold Matthew Murdock as he cries but also break him into a sloppy mess. This man has me in a chokehold.
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