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souliebird · 18 days

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[[and then I met you || ch. 17]]

Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit

Summary:

A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s and Matt realizes he needs to not only protect his new family from Hell's Kitchen, but from the world.

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“No.”

Minnie plants her little feet firmly on the sidewalk and pulls her hands out of your and Matt’s grips so she can make her point by crossing her arms over her chest. A pout starts forming on her face and you have the feeling this is as far as your daughter will be going.

Across the street looms Clinton Church and you can understand why your daughter does not want to go anywhere near it. The building is as imposing as it is grand with its traditional architecture half shadowed in the morning sun. There is light reflecting off the many windows, casting little glares that you are sure Minnie can interpret in multiple ways - including eyes looking down at her.

Try as you might, you can’t imagine what else your little one must be picking up from the building. Is there someone praying inside? Or chanting? What sort of terrifying noises is the building making? How many rats are scurrying around the grounds, hissing and eeking and becoming unseen monsters?

How many real monsters are there?

Right now, the only monster you know of is the one in your chest named Anxiety. It is roaring inside you and causing all sorts of ruckus.

You know Minnie can pick up on your upset, and it is probably influencing her, but no amount of breathing exercises or chamomile tea is going to relax you.

Meeting someone’s parents is always going to be nerve wracking under any circumstance - but meeting the mother of the man who fathered your child? Who already has a unique and slightly estranged relationship with her son?

Frankly, you’d rather give birth again.

To make matters worse for your over analyzing, Matt's mother is a nun.

You have never interacted with a nun before, and your mind has been nonstop screaming that you are going to make an absolute fool of yourself. You are convinced you are going to say something dumb - like Jesus is stupid or some other blasphemous thing.

You don't even know what counts as blasphemy, but you know your mouth will find a way to make you want to sink into the floor and disappear forever.

You are on the same page as Minnie and don't want to take another step toward the Church.

“No?” Matt questions, tilting his head down towards his daughter. He looks a bit baffled, like he can’t understand why she’s taken such a stance. You know he is nervous about the meeting as well, having told you such earlier, but you don’t think he realizes how much his nerves, on top of your own, are affecting Mouse and her fear of the new big building.

“No.” Your daughter repeats, giving a tiny stomp of one foot to emphasize her point.

“No, what, sweetheart?” He kneels down to be on the same level as her, but you have a feeling that isn't going to help much. Minnie has made her decision and trying to sway a determined, upset toddler is a near impossible task.

“I don't wanna,” she tells him, her voice starting to get whiny. She turns away from him to press herself into your leg, her pout growing even bigger.

Matt knits his brows together, confusion clear, “You don't want to go to the park?”

Technically, you are supposed to meet Matt's mother in the Church park that is between the main building and the orphanage but as far as you are concerned, all of the grounds are Church. Apparently, your daughter feels the same.

“No. I don't wanna,” she declares, which quickly turns into the chant of, “I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna!”

You can feel the tantrum coming and intervene, scooping Minnie up and hugging her to you. She instantly clings to you, burying her face against your neck with an additional almost screech of, “I don't wanna!”

You start to gently rock her from side to side and rub at her back to try and soothe her. You kiss her hair and promise, “We don’t have to go, baby. It is okay.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel like a grade A asshole.

Matt’s face crumbles into heartbreak and you totally deserve to walk into traffic. He had opened up to you about his mother - about how she had left him as a baby only to end up raising him after his father had been killed - but not telling him who she was. He told you how he only recently learned the truth - less than a year ago - and how hard it was for him.

But now he had you and Minnie and maybe, just maybe, you could all learn to be a family together.

Anxiety overdrive kicks in and a potential solution tumbles out of your mouth, “What if we go somewhere else instead? Somewhere we’ve been before?”

Matt lifts his head up at you, so you see yourself in his glasses, and for a second you think he's going to argue - insist you go to the Church playground - but then he tilts it towards where you don't want to go. You don't know what he is listening for, but after a moment, he stands again. He steps closer, a hand going to sit on your waist and trapping Minnie between the two of you. She stays nestled against you, little fist tight on your shirt, but you find yourself breathing a little easier at his touch.

“Would the office be okay? Foggy is out meeting clients and Karen is at the Bulletin today, it will just be us.” He offers quietly. Relief washes through you at the suggestion - you think the office would be a much easier meeting place.

But it is not your decision to make. You gently bounce Mouse to get her attention and ask, “Do you want to go to Daddy’s work?”

She doesn’t respond right away, but you feel her twist your shirt in her hands. You can tell she is thinking over her answer, so you wait, trying to focus on your daughter instead on how firm Matt’s hand is on your waist. It takes about twenty seconds, but Minnie finally nods into your shoulder.

“Okay, We’ll go to Daddy's work.”

To reward her for being so brave, you press a kiss to your daughter’s hair and Matt quickly mimics you. Minnie clings tighter to you at the affection and you think she is going to remain tense and upset until you are far away from the Church.

“Okay. Wait here, I'll go tell Sister Maggie about the change in plans,” Matt tells you and you wonder if it is really okay with him.

You know you and Minnie meeting her is important to Matt, but is the location important as well or is it just convenient? You are too wound up to ask and fearing you won't like the answer, you keep your mouth shut and focus on rocking Mouse.

Matt gives Minnie another kiss as he tightens his grip on you just slightly. It isn’t painful, but you get the impression he does not want to let go. You want to lean into the touch, your overactive mind telling you it might be nice if he never let you go, but before you can process those feelings, he is pulling away and crossing the street.

You step to the side, so you don’t impede foot traffic, and watch as he navigates past the cars and disappears around the side of the large building. Once he is out of sight, you look down to your daughter.

You want to ask her why she doesn’t want to go to the park at the Church, so you can better understand how she sees the world, but you also don’t want to put too much pressure on her. She’s already clearly upset, and you think trying to get her to answer your questions will just make things worse.

So, you focus on making things better for her.

“Would you like your headphones, Minnie?”

That gets her to lift her head up to look at you, squinting like she’s trying to determine if this is some sort of trap. Eventually she gives you one curt nod before hiding her face again.

You are a pro at being able to maneuver to get into your purse while carrying a toddler and soon enough you are handing over neon blue headphones. She needs no help in unfolding them and situating them over her ears, and once they are on, she snuggles herself back into your arms. You have no issues or complaints with the action - you simply begin to rock her again and hope this mood subsides once you are at Matt’s office.

You think about ways to get Minnie to interact with Matt’s mother as you wait for Matt to reappear. You think this might be the perfect time for parallel play - you’ve got a few coloring books stuffed in your purse, along with some small toys. You think it may be best to let her do her own thing while the adults talk, and that she comes over when she’s ready.

You hope that Sister Maggie understands that would be ideal - you know she helps to raise children, so she must understand that some kids are shyer than others. Pushing Minnie to interact when she’s fussy will only result in tears.

Possibly your own.

A few more minutes pass before Matt returns to the sidewalk followed by who you assume to be his mother. She's dressed in a gray and blue smock dress and matching habit, which is far less intimidating than the all black look you were expecting. She has an air of authority about her, holding herself tall as she walks, and you have the feeling she is a no-nonsense person.

You pray to a God you don’t really believe in that this meeting goes better than you fear it will.

You move to meet the pair as they cross the street to you and offer what you hope to be a warm smile. The smile, though not as overtly friendly as yours, is returned and Matt does the honor of introducing you. You adjust your hold on your daughter so you can shake the woman's hand.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Matthew has told me wonderful things about you,” Sister Maggie says before directing her attention to her granddaughter. “And who might this little one be?”

To no surprise to you, Minnie attempts to burrow into you more at the question, smushing her face hard into your neck. You rub her back, trying to let her know everything is okay.

“This is Minnie, she's a little shy right now.”

Sister Maggie gives a knowing nod, “New places can be intimidating.” She drops her voice just slightly, in what you guess is an attempt to be comforting, and addresses Minnie, “Did your father tell you this is where he grew up?”

He did - you and Matt explained the outing to your daughter, but you don’t know how much she understood. You do know no amount of sweet talk will change her mind, even if it is about her new favorite subject - her Daddy.

“I don't wanna go,” Mouse mumbles against you defiantly. You aren't sure if Sister Maggie can hear her, but you know Matt can. He steps forward, once again boxing in Minnie between the two of you and leans down to kiss the back of her head.

“We're not going there, princess. We're going to Daddy's office, remember? You've been there before,” he whispers into her hair. She shifts around in your arms a bit before giving another nod. You can feel her jutting out her bottom lip against your neck and part of you thinks you should call this all off and reschedule - but you aren’t going to do that to Matt.

Sister Maggie is watching your little family’s interaction, and you can’t bear to look in her direction to see what her reaction is, if she has one. Your anxiety has only prepared you for the worst.

“Perhaps we should start heading that way instead of saying where we are not going,” the nun advises after a moment and instinct and rational has you agreeing with her.

“I think that would be best.”

Matt pulls away from you and Minnie and you watch with downcast eyes as Sister Maggie offers her son her arm. He seems hesitant to take it, but he does, and your little group starts moving away from the Church and towards Nelson, Page, and Murdock.

The walk is quiet and you use the time to try and desperately calm your nerves, if only for the sake of your daughter.

You think about Matt and what kind of person he is - he is full of love and care. He got those traits somewhere, and whether you argue Nature or Nurture, Sister Maggie has certainly influenced that. Did she encourage his Goodness? She must have had some sort of positive influence if he is not only wanting her to be in his life, but his daughter’s life, as well.

You know some people believe family comes before anything, even if they treat you horribly, but you also know that if Sister Maggie was not a Good person, Matt would not allow her near Minnie.

He wouldn’t risk losing his relationship with his daughter.

That is something you have no doubts about.

As you arrive at Matt’s office building, Minnie lifts her head up off your shoulder. She wrinkles up her nose like she’s thinking hard before pointing to the plaque that state’s the firm’s name. You give her a warm smile, proud of her for recognizing it, but that only makes her squirrel away again.

This is the behavior you are used to seeing from your daughter in public - overly shy and not wanting to interact. You aren’t sure if the nerves and uncomfortableness from the church still linger, but you hope that once you are upstairs, she will start warming up a little. You won’t push her to do something she doesn’t want to do, but for Matt’s sake, you would like her to at least try talking to her grandmother.

Matt leads you all into the building and up the stairs. Sister Maggie runs a finger over the banister as you climb the stairs, giving a pleased hum, “Franklin did an amazing job cleaning this place up. Tell me that nose of yours helped in getting rid of all the mold.”

Matt huffs at the comment, “The property manager hired someone to come do that.”

“And did they get it all?”

Matt’s mouth presses into a thin line and you already know the answer.

“No, we spent a weekend getting the rest of it.”

You stop in front of the Nelson, Page, and Murdock office, and as Matt fishes out the key, you look up and down the hallway, mulling over what is implied.

“You cleaned the whole building?”

“Oh no, we couldn’t get permission from the other businesses to do that, but we did what we could to the public space and our offices. People feel comfortable here now.”

The door is opened and as you all file in, Matt suggests hanging out in the conference room. It has a nice window and plenty of space to sprawl out, so you have no objections.

You set Minnie down as Sister Maggie and Matt head into the other room. She instantly clings to your leg, practically hiding behind it. You pet her hair a few times before pulling her away just enough so you can kneel down to talk with her. As soon as you are at her level, she is trying to get into your arms again.

You let her hug onto you as you let her know what is going on, “Hey Mouse, do you remember earlier when I told you we were going to meet Daddy’s Mommy?” She nods but says nothing, so you continue on. “That is her. She wants to talk to me and Daddy and you and get to know us so she can be part of our family, too. But you don’t need to talk if you don’t want to, okay? I have your coloring books and you can color while we talk.”

That gets her to pull back just a hair and peek up at you with big brown eyes, “What are you gonna talk abouts?”

You smile at the question and gently run your hands over her back, “All sorts of things, but we’re going to end up talking about you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. If you don’t want us to talk about you, you can tell me, okay? We’ll talk about something else.”

“But I don’ gotta talk?”

You nod, and let your bag fall off your shoulder. Minnie’s new zoo themed coloring book and crayons are easy to pull out and you offer them to your daughter. She lets go of you to greedily take her toys and hug them to her chest.

“You don’t need to talk,” you confirm. “Do you want to sit at the table, or do you want to sit on the floor?”

Minnie considers the question, and you take advantage of no longer being hugged onto to stand up. Your little one peeks towards the conference room, then back up to you, and declares, “I wanna sit on Daddy’s lap.”

You feel so much pride over your daughter making such a bold decision.

“Okay, let’s go ask Daddy if you can sit in his lap.” You know Matt would never deny her, but you do want to drill in making sure Minnie asks permission first.

She waits for you to lead the way before following you into the conference room. Matt and Sister Maggie are sitting opposite each other, and Matt has already scooted his chair out and is holding his hands out to help Minnie into his lap.

“Daddy!”

She hurries to him and gets scooped up and crushed into a hug. She hugs back best she can while holding her coloring book.

You take the chair beside Matt and finally allow yourself to look at the nun across from you. She’s watching Matt and Minnie with an almost unreadable expression, but there is something soft behind her eyes - like she’s been keeping it repressed for years.

But then she catches you looking, and the softness is gone, replaced by that All-Knowing Nun look you’ve seen in movies before.

“How old is she?” Sister Maggie asks, and you can’t help but flush at her directness.

“Almost four, her birthday is on the 28th,” you reply, forcing yourself to not completely avert your gaze and hideaway.

She raises her brows before turning her sharp gaze to Matt, accusing him with, “You did not mention her birthday was coming up.”

He has the decency to look a little bit ashamed, “There were a few other things to cover, first.”

The older woman shakes her head, “Priorities, Matthew. I may be new to being a grandmother, but you know well I have raised plenty of children and we have never skimped on birthdays. We may not always have the money to spoil someone, but we do well to make sure they know they are loved.” She looks back to you, “Do you have plans for the day?”

“Oh, um, the zoo. We’re going to go to the zoo,” you tell her.

Beside you, Minnie has slipped down into Matt’s lap, so she is sitting. She has started to flip through her coloring book, examining each picture before making her decision about what to color. At the mention of the zoo, she quietly mimics you, “Going to the zoo.”

Matt breaks into a smile at the words, looking proud as can be that Minnie spoke around his mother. He wraps his arms around her middle and you have the feeling he wants to crush her to his chest again but is resisting.

Sister Maggie seems to know Minnie isn’t speaking to her, but just in general, and keeps the conversation to you, “That sounds like a lovely birthday. Zoo trips are always a delight with the kids.” She tilts her head slightly to the left before continuing on, “Matthew said you do not have a support network.”

“That isn’t what I said!” Matt quickly says, before turning his head towards you, “That isn’t what I said.”

Sister Maggie scoffs, “It is what you meant, and it is not a bad thing. You more than anyone know what it means to have a support network. Now,” she says your name gently and offers you a somewhat kind smile, “You are welcome to come to the Church and use any of the services we offer, and you may come by anytime you need, day or night. We will always have our doors open for you.”

You stare across the table as you process the words she has said. Shame and embarrassment course through you at the idea of Matt talking about you. You know you’ve never really had anyone to turn to, but the thought of others discussing such matters makes you want to crawl into a hole and cry. Yet, on the other hand, the mere offer of being welcomed at the Church has you spiraling in all sorts of good and overwhelming ways.

But of course, instead of being thankful, the words that tumble out of your mouth are, “I’m not religious.”

“That changes nothing,” she says simply and somehow, sits up straighter, “I have been given a second chance to know my son and through this a blessing of a granddaughter. I will not run from these responsibilities again and -”

“Daddy,” Minnie suddenly says, cutting Sister Maggie off while pouring all her crayons out on the table, “Pick a color!”

Matt’s cheeks turn pink at the interruption, and you try to not slide down in your seat. You know you can’t expect your daughter to sit there quietly, even if she’s being a little fussy, especially if Matt is around. She’s a toddler.

Matt clears his throat and asks, “What colors are there, sweetheart?”

“There’s green, and blue, and purple, and red, and orange, and yellow,” she lists off, holding up each crayon as she does.

“Let’s go with red.”

“Okay!” Minnie picks up the chosen crayon and begins to carefully start coloring in a gorilla.

Since she spoke up on her own, you try to engage with your daughter to bring her out of her shell, “Can you tell Daddy what animal you’re coloring?”

You expect her to answer happily - after all she loves explaining things to Matt and she’s been learning all her zoo animals.

So of course, she does not do that. She whips her head around to look at you, and with the sternest little voice you have ever heard, barks out, “I don’t gotta talk!”

Your first instinct is to laugh at the outburst, but you bite down on your lip to control yourself. The urge passes quickly, and you decide you should praise your daughter for setting her boundaries, “That is right, you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. I’m sorry.”

She narrows her eyes at you for a moment, clearly judging you, before turning back to her artwork.

Only then do you allow yourself a chuckle.

To your surprise, Sister Maggie laughs as well. “Well, she is certainly a Murdock.”

That gets your attention and you and Matt both let out a curious, “Oh?”

“That little glare was all Murdock. I have seen it so many times from Matthew, who got it from his father,” she says and there is almost a fondness in her voice. “I expect the hands on the hips pose is genetic as well.”

Your eyes go wide at that. Matt’s father has never been brought up in depth before - you read the news article about his death in an online archive, and he was almost brushed over when Matt told you about his mother. You assumed, like your own parents, it was a sensitive topic.

“I..didn’t know that,” Matt starts slowly, and you can practically feel the emotion bubbling inside him. Without considering it, you reach across the small gap between your chairs and take his hand, squeezing it. He instantly squeezes back. “I don’t remember him ever doing that.”

“I suspect he tried to not let his frustrations show around you, but it is something I remember clear as day - Jack with his hands on his hips, glaring at the refrigerator because it dared to lose power during a blackout,” Sister Maggie tell him, before she motions to her eyes, “They may not be the same color, but that look is the identical.”

The room goes quiet, save the noise of Minnie scribbling. You keep your hand around Matt’s, trying to communicate you are there for him in his love language. He starts to roll his bottom lip between his teeth, and you wait for him to react before you do.

“You…,” Matt starts after a few more moments, voice almost warbling, “don’t talk about him. You don’t talk about him like that - what he was like.”

“Yes, well, I’ve never had reason to,” Sister Maggie says. She places her hands on the table in front of her, clasping them together, and she looks like she is about to give an interview. “But that has changed, clearly.” She looks from Matt to you, “Matthew said you were looking for family history. I do not have much from Jack’s side, but I can tell you what I do know, and I keep my own meticulous records. I believe reviewing these things, medical and non-medical, together, will…help us heal.”

You look to for his reaction. His mouth is parted, and he looks like he is going through his own emotional rollercoaster. You know how important family is to him and how dear this information must be to him, so you make a decision.

You lace your fingers with his and smile at Sister Maggie and ask, “How did you meet Jack?”

“Ah, yes, now that is a colorful story…”

a/n: maggie is v hard to write

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matilda - m. murdock

a/n: hey guys i have back pain and i have daddy issues so i wanted to write a quick blurb about it. so. sorry if you guys cant particularly relate to this one it's for me <3 warnings: ANGST, reader cries a lot, probably cursing, lots of daddy issues, lots of being upset, mentions of fathers being drunk, matt picks up the reader but matt in my brain can lift like 250+ so, uhhhh i don't know guys just angst and daddy issues ! word count: 1.2k summary: you have daddy issues and back pain. matt does his best to help. pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader now playing: matilda - harry styles "i don't believe that time will change your mind/in other words, I know they won't hurt you anymore/as long as you can let them go"

Matt finds you on the floor of the kitchen, your knees hugged against your chest. He is so tired, bruises starting to really hurt after sitting all purple and blue on his ribs and his arms. He’s just in his boxers his hair damp from a shower.

You are just in a pair of boxers and a muscle tee. Your knuckles are white, and you are staring into space in the most literal definition. It’s four a.m. You are a twenty something year old adult, you have not slept in your mother’s bed in years.

And yet, you feel like a child.

And your back is fucking killing you.

Matt sits next to you on the kitchen floor, goosebumps shooting up his skin as his feet and palms feel the cold, rough tile floor. His hand finds your arm and gently rubs his thumb against your skin.

“What’re you doing on the floor, sweetheart?” His voice is low and thick with sleep. He is so tired, that his words aren’t nearly as poetic, sappy or flirtatious as he wants them to be (maybe not all at once, but he most certainly wished they were better than that).

You consider lying to him for a moment. Really, you do. You could tell him that the floor is just more comfortable, that you want him to fuck you right here against the tiles, that you just could not sleep, that there is nothing deeper than a busy brain that cannot calm down.

“My dad called me while you were away.” You tell him, your voice soft. Matt will be able to hear it no matter how loudly or quietly you say it. And at your confession, he tenses. He has a complicated relationship with your father, but his relationship is calm compared to the raging waters that make up how you feel about the man.

“Okay,” he starts, rubbing your arm gently. “And what did he say?”

You blink.

“Nothing. Nothing that should have made me feel like this.” You tell him, a horrible taste in your mouth. From what, you do not know. Matt doesn’t respond right away, waiting for you to tell him more. “He was drunk.” You say quietly.

“Oh.” He knows you don’t drink. He knows you have a very complicated relationship with substances. “I can understand why that might be upsetting..” he tries, and you shake your head, your face twisting into frustration, anger, and perhaps a hint of sadness.

“He’ll never change.” You whisper, too afraid to be any louder, too afraid that maybe from miles and miles away, your father will hear you. That maybe if you say it any louder, it won’t be a secret anymore, and that you’ll start crying if you say it any louder. “He’ll never ever change.” You say, and your head turns to look at him.

And you stare at the man that you love, and you stare and stare, and you think about Jack Murdock who loved his son so much that he was willing to die for him to have a better life, that he was entirely selfless when it came to the person you are lucky enough to call yours.

And you think about how your father wants nothing to do with you. He never did. Not really.

That’s when you start to cry.

It starts with a few tears rolling down your cheeks, salty and fat, as if they hold all of the memories your brain has locked away to protect you. Then, the tears come out faster, and faster, until you are choking on your own breath, racking with sobs. Matt’s arms are around you in an instant.

He pulls you close to him, and you feel bad for getting tears all over his skin. He’ll tell you it’s his fault for wearing just briefs. He pulls you into his lap, and while you cry into his neck, his hand comes down to your back and slips under your shirt, gently rubbing it up and down.

You twitch at the feeling, your back still aching as you sit with him, the pain contributing to your tears. Matt’s lips kiss your forehead, and he just holds you for a long time. Your breathing becomes short with how violently you’re sobbing.

“Hey, easy..” he says softly before he tilts your head up to look at him. “Your breathing isn’t healthy. Come on, watch me,” and he takes deep breathes in and out, expecting you to copy his attempts. When you’re finally at a point where you an breath on your own, Matt begins wiping your tears gently.

“Sorry…” You say quietly. He just shushes you softly and leans in to kiss your cheek.

“You never have to apologize for your emotions.” He promises, “I love you so much. I am so sorry he’s like that,” and now Matt is crying and he’s not sure why, but you feel awful about it, so your shaky hands come up to wipe his tears and he wants to laugh at your attempt at gentleness because he wonders how often you were shown the same kindness and his heart aches at the most realistic answer.

“Honey, you never have to worry about him again. You made it out, he can’t hurt you anymore..” He tells you, and you try to believe him. “You’ll never feel anything except safe and loved, I promise.” He says quietly, before leaning in to kiss you gently. “Is there anything else?” He senses that you are in physical pain too. Partially because he can tell by how your jaw clenches that you are tense, but even without his super senses, he just knows you aren’t feeling well.

He knows you too well.

“My back is killing me.” You confess, and he frowns. “And my head now.” Your head always hurts after crying.

“Okay,” He nods, “Hold tight,” and somehow, your fucking angel of a man picks you up off the floor and carries you to bed. He steps away only to grab you a glass of water and some Advil. You take it quietly, chugging the water before he sits on the bed next to you.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You whisper, still upset, but so so grateful. He just smiles sadly and leans in to kiss you gently. Then, he pulls away to ask,

“How about I give you a quick back massage and then we get to bed? You must be tired. I know I am.” You sigh and nod, shifting so you’re laying on your stomach.

Matt leans down and kisses your shoulder before whispering, “I meant it you know. You made it out. You’re safe. You’re loved.”

And even without being a human lie detector like him, you can tell he’s telling the truth. It makes you cry more, but Matt stays to wipe the tears away. He’ll always stay. And he’ll always tell you as much when you need the reminder.

You’re safe.

You’re loved.

These words echo in your brain as you drift off to sleep, Matt holding you close, fingers tracing patterns into your skin as you fall into a dreamless sleep, focusing on the warmth that radiates off him.

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devils-dares · 1 year

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Could I request Matt Murdock x wife!reader, just something with them, they have a toddler aged child (named after Matt’s dad). Maybe hurt/comfort. Thank you

wordcount: 1383

warnings: assault, bit of blood, daredevil is daredevilin', hospital

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“C’mon buddy, let’s get home.” You felt bad, almost dragging Jack home from urgent care. He’d been steadily getting more and more sick, so you’d decided to take him tonight. One hand gripped his little hand and the other scrunched the brown bag with his prescription inside. You’d made him some soup earlier, and wanted nothing more than to give him a bath and put him to bed, and then fall into your husband’s arms to sleep.

“Care to help me out, Miss?” You hear a voice call out, presumably to you, but you keep on walking. You could hear the man grumble and the jingle of the coins in the can quieten, but you thought nothing of it as you slightly quickened your pace, deciding your best bet would be to pick Jack up as he was struggling to keep up with you.

“Mommy?” He whined, presumably upset with the pace you were keeping, bouncing him up and down on your hip with the speed.

“I know honey, but we gotta make it home. Don’t you wanna surprise Daddy before he gets home?” He nods enthusiastically, hiding his face in your neck.

“Mommy, that man is catching up with us.” Jack says, his dad having taught him about being vigilant of his surroundings.

“Yeah, bug?” You say, trying your best not to sound nervous, trying to dig into your pockets to find your phone and dial Matt.

You never made the call.

The man had grabbed you by the waist, practically throwing you into the alley next to you. Jack had landed safely, but you landed on your back. Sitting uo, vision blurry, you reach a hand to the back of your head where it had made contact with the ground, warm blood seeping onto your fingers. Your phone had skidded away from you, the cracked screen tauntingly displaying your husband’s picture and phone number.

“What’s in the bag?” He asks, gesturing a knife wildly to the prescription bag on the floor.

“Sir, please-” You try to reason with him.

“I asked you a question!”

“It’s flu medication! Flu medication for my son, please there’s nothing of worth in there.” He dumps out the bag on the ground, a bottle of medication rattling on impact. He picks it up and checks the label, and he must have realized that it was no worth to him as he threw it on the ground. You gesture to Jack, and he makes a mad dash to position himself behind you.

“You’ve gotta have somethin’ of worth on you, lady.” He turns the knife towards you, but before he can make impact, a sickening crunch of bones interrupts him, landing him against the ground in a rough fashion.

“Leave them be.” A voice rang out, one that sent chills down your spin as well as a feeling of warmth and comfort. The man foolishly takes a swing at Matt, and his actions are met with yet another hard impact.

You pull Jack into your lap, covering his eyes and ears so he doesn’t have to witness his father’s other personality. Matt pulls the other man up by the collar of his shirt, pushing him up against the bricks and throwing his fist, not stopping until you mutter his name under your breath.

“Get lost,” he says, “I don’t even want to find you messing with anyone else.” The man nods, sprinting away with gashes across his face to escape Matt.

“Daddy!” Jack runs over to Matt as he kneels down, burying his head in Matt’s shoulder.

“Hi buddy.” His voice is still hoarse from the grunting and the adrenaline running through his veins.

“Can you grab your medicine and Mommy’s bag while I check on her?” Jack nods and Matt plants a kiss on his head before getting up to check on you.

“Where’s the blood coming from?” He asks, voice softening with use.

“My head, back of my head.” He takes his glove off, gingerly weaving his fingers through your strands of hair, stopping when he feels the warmth of blood and your quiet whimper.

“You’ll have to go to the hospital for this,” he says, “they have to make sure it isn’t a concussion.”

“Can you come with?” You ask.

“Course I can. I just gotta run home to change. Is it alright if I drop you off there?” You nod. He stands, reaching his hands out to take yours and help you stand. He turns to Jack.

“Can you hand Mommy her purse?” He nods, your purse almost dragging on the floor because of how small your son is.

“Matty, what-”

“Don’t worry your head about that. I’ll drop you off, take him home, and then change and meet you at the hospital.” He presses a kiss to your lips, and then leans down to carry Jack on his back.

“Are you holding on tight?” He asks, and Jack hums his agreement.

“I can walk on my own,” you say, Matt immediately taking a defensive stance, “I can make it, it’s only a few blocks.”

“Sweetheart-”

“I can make it. Keep Jack safe and make sure he takes his meds, I’ll see you when you put on appropriate clothes.” He shakes his head.

“Fine, but I’m following you all the way.”

“Okay.”

He’d called Claire while following you, asking her to take care of you. She agreed, and was there to bring you in from the door. Your cracked phone buzzed a few minutes later, a message appearing from Matt saying he and Jack had made it home.

“Is it throbbing?” Claire asks.

“Starting to.”

“Hm, that’s the adrenaline wearing off.” She separates your hair, cleaning off the sticky blood with alcohol wipes to make sure the bleeding has stopped. She does her assessment, diagnosing you with a concussion, and keeps you there for monitoring.

“Matt’s here,” she says after about twenty minutes, “he brought the kid.” Sure enough, you hear the stomping of little shoes running down the hallway towards your room, little four-year-old sneezing and sniffling Jack pushing himself up onto your bed.

“Mommy!” He shouts, nuzzling up to you. You laugh, watching him burrow his way into your blankets. Claire pats Matt on the shoulder, and he turns his attention towards you once she steps out.

“Hey,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “how are you feeling?”

“Head’s throbbing, but I’ve got Doctor Jack,” you tickle his sides and he giggles, “to take care of me.” Matt smiles down at the two of you, reaching up to remove his glasses.

“I was telling Daddy, he went ‘boom!’ and ‘pow!’ and he scared that man off, Mommy! Did you see? Daddy looked so cool!” Jack excitedly babbles.

“I did see, bug, but you gotta keep that a secret, okay?” You say.

“Daredevil is my favorite superhero.” He says, and Matt grins widely.

“Okay, buddy. Let’s get on this couch and let Mommy get some sleep, okay?” He nods, reaching his arms up towards Matt, who takes him and lays him on top of his chest.

“Goodnight, Mommy. Goodnight, Daddy.” He says, voice still nasally but sounding just a bit brighter.

“Goodnight, Jack, we love you.” You say, turning over and letting sleep take you.

Matt stays awake, the background noise of the hospital too loud to rest. Jack is mouth breathing on his chest, and he can’t get mad at the kid either, he’s getting over a nasty flu, and the patient in the room next door has a wheezing issue. His head aches.

“Matt?” He hears your voice call out.

“What is it? Are you in pain?” He whispers back.

“No, but I can hear you thinking.”

“It’s just loud,” he sighs, “struggling to rest.” He hears you sit up, rummaging around somewhere.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“Here, catch.” You toss him a small container.

“What’s this?”

“Earplugs. Just enough to block out most of the sound, but not enough to block out what’s near you.”

“You didn’t have to.” He says, slipping them in. Sure enough he can still hear your’s and Jack’s heart beats, but not the wheezing next door anymore, or the beeping a few floors away.

“How’s that feel?” You ask.

“It feels amazing, thank you.”

“Love you, Matty.”

“Love you too.”

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request Matt x black widow reader where they’re training together and she finally tells him where she learned to fight, but he’s surprised because she seemed like she didn’t know how to protect herself?

hi my love!

I got super carried away with this one and clearly I was in an angsty mood when I wrote it oops but it does have a nice ending I promise! thank you for the request! 🖤

warning: contains swearing, brief mentions of spiciness, mentions of violence, abuse, & implied sexual assault all in relation to the red room program (if any of these themes make you uncomfortable, please feel free to skip! you will not hurt my feelings, I promise!) word count: 3.9k

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Half of Fogwell’s was illuminated by the sunlight coming through the large floor to ceiling windows at the back of the gym, casting a golden glow over the worn equipment and faded walls. The other half that was furthest away from the sun’s steady rays was lit well enough that you could see a clear path to not trip over anything, so you didn’t bother turning on the lights. Matt never did anyway. Not only because they were of no use to him, but he had also mentioned that sometimes the buzz of electricity in a building could be overwhelming to his senses.

Matt had been adamant about teaching you self defense lately. You weren’t sure what happened that awoke this sudden need in him, but he had been bringing it up insistently for two weeks until you finally broke down and gave into him. He claimed it was purely because he wanted to know that you could defend yourself if something were to happen and he couldn’t get to you in time, but there was a feeling in the pit of your stomach that told you there was more to it. Saying no to Matthew Murdock was nearly impossible, and it wasn’t that you didn’t want to let him teach you. It made your heart swell with adoration that he genuinely just wanted to keep you as safe as possible. But there was something Matt didn’t know about your past that had you denying his argument…until he finally wore you down like he always did.

You leaned against the edge of the ring with your back to the door, humming along to the music that was currently playing through your headphones. Matt had told you he was running late for your first little session together, so you figured you had a little time to kill. Glancing around the old gym, you smiled to yourself as you tried to picture little Matty running around as his dad trained on the mat that was in front of you. The first time he had brought you here, he told you some of his fondest memories he had of his father, and it made you feel special that he felt comfortable sharing something so intimate with you. He spoke of him so proudly, and with so much love, it made you wish you’d had a chance to meet Jack, and that he’d had a chance to see the incredible man his son had grown up to be.

A hand grabbing onto your waist quickly broke you out of your trance, and you instinctively grabbed onto the person’s wrist, swiftly spinning around and twisting their arm behind their back as you grabbed onto their shoulder to lock them in a painful position. A familiar head of brown hair doubled over before you had your eyes widening in horror, and you immediately let go of Matt’s arm as you ripped the headphones out of your ears.

“Oh my god, Matt…I’m so sorry. I didn’t hear you come in, I had my-fuck, are you okay? I’m so sorry, baby.”

Matt straightened up as he rubbed at his shoulder, turning around to face you. His eyes were blown completely wide open as he stared in your direction, a look of pure surprise etched onto his face.

“Uh…yeah. Yeah, no I’m fine. I didn’t…didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t! I just…didn’t know it was you. I mean I don’t…I’m not sure who else I thought would be…I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.”

Matt was still for a moment, tilting his head slightly to the left as his blank eyes remained fixated in your direction. His lips parted slightly, tongue coming out to quickly wet them while his brows pulled together slightly in the center of his forehead in curiosity.

“How…how did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“What you just did. How do you know how to do that?”

Fuck.

“I…I was…taught.”

“By?”

Please let this go, Matt.

“It…it was a long time ago. I’m out of practice anyway.”

“Not that much.”

The look on Matt’s face caused your anxiety to spike, sending your blood rushing through your heart at an unforgiving pace. He must have heard the uptick in your rhythm, because he immediately squinted his eyes.

“Why are you so nervous right now?”

“I’m not.”

“Why are you lying to me.”

Matt’s plump lips were settled in a tight, disapproving line. There was a hardness to his voice that had guilt flooding the pit of your stomach. You hated lying to Matt. It wasn’t that you wanted to, you were just absolutely terrified of losing him.

“You said you wanted to teach me, and you were so excited when I finally said yes…I didn’t wanna take that away from you. I’d much rather learn from you than who I did anyway.”

Letting out a deep sigh, you took a step forward towards him and placed your hands on Matt’s shoulders, gently massaging the one you’d caused pain to.

“Besides, you’ve been so busy lately, this is a chance for us to spend more time together. And you can teach me everything I don’t know.”

The soft smile that graced your lips immediately disappeared when you realized the translucent level of betrayal that covered Matt’s face hadn’t faltered.

“How am I supposed to do that when I don’t even know what you do know.”

The vexation you detected in his voice felt like a bullet ripping straight through the dense tissue of your heart. He had every right to be upset with you right now, you knew that deep down, but there was still an ache echoing in your rib cage.

“Matt-“

“What is it? What are you hiding?”

“I’m not-“

“Don’t give me that shit. You’re lying to me, right now. Don’t lie to my face like I can’t tell. I want the truth.”

“It’s not that simple.”

Matt let out a dry laugh, his face a twisted mixture of shock and disbelief as his full brows raised several inches upwards.

“Not that simple? Do you think telling you the truth about me was simple?”

“In comparison, yes.”

Matt looked as though you had physically slapped him across the face, and the sight made your stomach twist with regret. His face immediately hardened, and he squared his shoulders as he stared down in your direction.

“I want the truth. Now.”

“Matt-“

“Or we’re done.”

A quiet gasp slipped past your mouth at the conviction in his statement. He meant it.

“I won't be with a liar. Not again.”

There were traces of pain and treachery in the venom he tossed at you, and it had guilt seeping into the very marrow of your bones. You knew exactly what he was talking about; who he was talking about. A brief thought crossed your mind that he might be disgusted if he found out just how similar the two of you were, and the sins you shared.

He must have taken your silence as an answer, because he was angrily grabbing his gym bag off the nearby bench and stalking towards the door to get as far away from you as he could. Panic began to rise in your throat, and you didn’t know what the fuck to do.

You could let him go. Convince yourself it was for the best. That he was going to leave the second he found out what you were anyway, so might as well get it over with now. You could spend the rest of your life trying to erase his memory, fool yourself into believing you could find happiness after him, and die knowing the one person you had ever loved had walked away from you because being a coward was the least awful thing about you.

Or you could tell him the truth. You could try things his way; kneel at his altar and bind your hands in his, say a prayer of his name and beg for the same mercy and forgiveness he had given her. It was a cheap shot to dare a man of faith to not practice what he preached, but it was an even bigger gamble that he might let the Devil decide on his behalf instead.

“I was a widow.”

Matt instantly paused at the door, hand stilling over the handle for a moment. He slowly turned around to face you, a considerably softer expression on his features as he spoke quietly.

“You had a husband?”

Clicking your tongue against the inside of your cheek, you leaned back against the ring and crossed your arms over your chest.

“No, not that kind. I meant…I was a black widow, Matt.”

You had seen more shades of revelation flash across Matt’s face today than you ever had the entire time you had known him, and that made you nervous. He was not an easy person to shock. This man had been through the goddamn ringer, had friends that had powers and abilities, had his ex-girlfriend die in his arms twice because of some supernatural shit, and yet you were still able to surprise him. That wasn’t something to be proud of.

As he parted his lips to speak, you quickly cut him off and began to pace back and forth furiously.

“Look before you say anything, just…let me explain. I…I didn’t tell you…it wasn’t because I didn’t trust you. Okay, it had nothing to do with that. I just…I wasn’t sure how you would react-“

“How I would react?”

“I’m not done.”

“Y/N, I told you I was Daredevil. That’s a pretty big bombshell. You didn’t think that was the time to tell me this?”

“No, I didn’t-“

“Why?”

“Matthew I am trying to explain that, but I need you to shut the fuck up first.”

Matt clenched his jaw, cocking his head to the side slightly to crack his neck as he let a deep exhale out through his nose. Carelessly tossing his gym bag onto the floor with a thud, he motioned with his hand for you to continue before settling both of his hands on his hips in a stance of annoyance.

“I’m not like you, Matt. Okay? I’m not a hero. There are things…things that I did that I can never undo.”

“So you were a spy for a shitty government and did shitty things. You broke codes and laws. You think I don’t understand that? I may not commit espionage Y/N, but I break some of the very laws I took an oath to uphold nearly every night. You lied to me about something you knew I could’ve understood. I mean, it’s not like you killed someone.”

The carelessness of Matt’s words and the accusatory tone of his voice had you seething. He must have sensed your swift change in mood because the humorless smile on his lips quickly evaporated. You balled your hands up into tight fists to control the way they shook with rage, chest heaving slightly with jagged breaths as your voice dipped an octave lower.

“What is it you think widows do exactly, Matthew.”

Regret flashed in his eyes the moment he stumbled across his mistake, and the realization of your words settling in had his mouth hanging open in horror.

“Let me tell you exactly what we’re trained to do. It isn’t just lies and stealing. It’s also seduction, orchestrating crises, persuading wars, but most importantly, assassination.”

Anger boiled throughout your bloodstream as you spoke. You weren’t sure if you were more pissed at Matt for being an insensitive asshole, or about the life that was taken away from you, but all you could see was red. You’d never gotten a chance to be angry about it before, and now you couldn’t hold back the fire that burnt through you.

“You think losing your father was hard? I was taken from my family. I don’t even know who the hell they are. I’ll never know if they even wanted me, or if they willingly gave me up. I’ll never know their names. I’ll never know if they’re even still alive. I will never know anything about them. You think Stick was rough on you? I grew up in the Red Room, Matt. What you had was a fucking daydream compared to the nightmare I lived.”

“Y/N-“

“You wanna know how many girls survive the training program? One in twenty. I was the lucky one out of the twenty.”

Matt’s face immediately fell at your words, letting his head hang in shame as he swallowed thickly.

“Was your first time nice, Matt? Was it romantic and with someone you loved? Someone you trusted?”

Matt clenched his jaw tightly, squeezing his eyes shut as his hands trembled slightly at his sides.

“Y/N-“

“I’ll spare you the details of mine. But I can assure you it was not nice. It was part of my training, and there was no love or trust being done to my body. It was being used as a demonstration in seduction to complete a mission.”

A tiny piece of you knew this wasn’t fair. You shouldn’t be trying to invalidate Matt’s trauma with your own. But he wanted the truth, so you were giving him all of it.

“I can’t tell you how many times my body was violated, inside and out. And do you wanna know what I got for being the lucky one to graduate the program? Torn open and ripped apart. I didn’t just have my life ripped away from me, I had my ability to create life ripped away from me too. You were broken down and molded into a hero by your city. I was broken down and molded into a villain by mine. You made a choice to be the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. I never got that choice, Matt. I never got a choice until the Red Room finally fucking fell, and then I ran. I ran as far away as I fucking could.”

You thought the haze of madness was what had consumed your vision, but as it finally became clear when you blinked, you realized your face was streaked in tears. Matt’s shoulders shook with remorse, quiet sobs and sniffles leaving him as you noticed the tracks of melancholia on his own face. All of that pent up rage and resentment…he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve any of it. He deserved better.

“I have been trying…so hard to forget that part of my life…to make up for the things I’ve done. I didn’t…I didn’t want to keep it from you. I didn’t want to lie to you. I just…I was so scared…I was terrified to lose you because you are the one good thing I have ever had…I didn’t want you to hate me-”

“Hate you?”

Matt’s voice was just as broken as his face, and it only twisted the knife further. In a few short strides he was in front of you, frantically shaking his head in disbelief.

“How could I ever hate you?”

“Because I am everything you stand against, Matt.”

“That’s not true.”

“I’ve killed-“

“That wasn’t your choice. None of that was ever your choice. How could I ever hold something against you that was forced on you?”

You wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe that he still wanted you. But that tiny little voice in the back of your head kept screaming that this is where he would leave you.

“Y/N-“

Matt brought his hands up to gently cradle your face, a look of pure agony covering his features as his sweet honey eyes dripped with sorrow.

“You were a little girl taken from her home, abused and brainwashed, and used against your will by evil people. That does not make you evil. I know you never wanted to do any of those things they made you do. I can feel how much it hurts you, sweetheart. I do not hold any of that against you, I swear.”

“I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself, Matt.”

“Oh, honey.”

Matt immediately pulled you into him, wrapping his arms protectively around your body as he held you as close as physically possible. He gently brushed his fingers through your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead while you sobbed into his chest.

“Shh, it’s alright. It’s okay, my love. I know it hurts. I know that guilt you feel. You can make peace with it. I can’t promise you that it will be easy. There are some days…that are going to be a lot harder than others, and you’re going to feel…like you don’t deserve that peace or forgiveness at all. But you do. And I will be there with you, every step of the way.”

You gripped onto Matt tightly like he was a lifeline keeping you afloat in the middle of a violent sea storm. He was the first person that had made you feel safe since you’d moved to New York. Finding out who he really was only made you feel safer. He was the scary thing in the dark that all the real monsters feared, and he was yours.

“Whoever you were before…whatever you did, it doesn’t matter. I only care about who you are now. I love who you are now.”

“I love you, Matt. I love you so much.”

Love used to be a four letter word to you. An emotion you’d never felt, but feigned for personal gain. A genre of literature, film, and music. A holiday created by corporations for profit. But the second you met him, that all changed.

Love was Matthew Murdock. It was his dazzling smile coupled with charming dimples that made your knees weak. It was the warmth of his hand on your lower back as he guided you to the side of the sidewalk furthest from the street. It was the way he always smiled when he said your name, and how it rolled off of his tongue almost in a beckoning manner. It was his jacket over your shoulders when you’d insisted it wasn’t ‘that cold’. It was the trust in sharing his troubled past, his deepest fears, his haunting insecurities, and his greatest sins.

It was the first time he touched your body. It was the gentleness and undivided attention while he made love to you as you shared your first intimate moment together. It was the first time your body had ever been shown love and it took everything in you not to break down at how softly he caressed you and how patient he was with you. It was the space he took up in your heart and the home he made within you.

It was the verity in his voice when he whispered those three words into your ear for the first time, and the way he made you feel worthy of them.

“I love you, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere. I promise. I’m not leaving you.”

“Please don’t tell Karen and Foggy. I…I don’t want them to know.”

A part of you knew they would understand. They were your chosen family as much as Matt was. But telling Matt the truth was difficult enough. You weren’t sure you could do it again. You didn’t want to risk your past life ruining your new one.

“I won’t. We can keep this between us.”

“I…I don’t think-“

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain yourself. I understand.”

Letting out a deep breath, your shoulders suddenly felt a lot lighter, and that weight that had been heavy on your chest was finally gone. For the first time in years you felt like you could actually breathe.

“Thank you.”

Matt pulled back slightly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he gazed down at you lovingly.

“For what, honey?”

“Still loving me.”

“You didn’t stop loving me.”

“Matt-“

“I’m not always a hero, sweetheart. I don’t always go out every night to protect people. As much as I hate to admit it out loud, sometimes I enjoy beating the shit out of people that deserve it. I’ve been driven to that edge of wanting to take someone’s life before. There’s not always purity in what I do.”

“But there’s heart, and good intentions.”

“Which is exactly what you have too.”

Matt leaned in to bump your nose with his, tracing the underside of your jaw slowly with his index finger.

“Well, if the Devil said it, it must be true.”

The tension in Matt’s shoulders seemed to evaporate as a smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth, and your lips only split further into a grin as his mouth mirrored yours. There was a wicked glint dancing around in his eyes, and his tongue glided along his bottom lip slowly as he cocked his head to the side.

“So…did you all have like…a uniform or something?”

Puzzlement furrowed between your brows at Matt’s question as you tried to figure out where he was going with this.

“Like…a suit?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, why?”

Matt couldn’t contain the suggestive smirk that took over his entire mouth, arching one of his brows playfully as he jutted his chin in your direction.

“You still have it?”

Your mouth immediately fell open, pulling back to deliver a soft punch directly into Matt’s chest as you stared at him incredulously.

“Matthew Murdock!”

“What?”

“You can’t even see!”

“But I can feel.”

Matt wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, moving his hands down your waist slowly to grab at your hips while sinking his teeth into his bottom lip seductively.

“You are unbelievable. Everything I just told you…and that’s where your head is at.”

“Both of them, actually.”

“You are the worst Catholic I have ever met, you know that?”

“Why do you think my confessions take so long?”

Pursing your lips, you swatted at Matt’s chest again, pushing him away as you backed up to rest against the ring. You tried to contain your grin as he snickered, prowling towards you slowly with mischievous intent.

“Well?”

“I might have kept it, just in case.”

You could see Matt’s excitement clearly in his eyes, but he remained in his spot just a few inches in front of you as a timid smile tugged at his mouth.

“You don’t actually have to wear it if you don’t want to. If it’s…too much for you. I know you might have certain feelings associated with it.”

“Not really. I repurposed it and made it my own when I came here. It doesn’t belong to them anymore. It’s mine.”

Matt’s lips parted slightly, and you could see the flush of red blooming on his cheeks and coating the tops of his ears. His excitement was starting to be evident in other places, and you couldn’t help but smirk as he stepped in closer.

“You know, I’ve heard black widows are extremely dangerous.”

“Get in the ring and I’ll show you.”

Matt’s face lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree as he placed both of his palms on the mat on either side of you to cage you in with his body.

“You gonna take it easy on me?”

“Oh I think you can handle it, Daredevil. I thought they called you the man without fear? You scared, baby?”

Matt’s eyes were wild with hunger, a ravenous grin stretching his lips open to show off his gleaming teeth as he leaned in to let his warm breath fan over your lips.

“Show me what you got, sweetheart.”

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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Could you write something about Matt Murdock x fem!reader and they adopt a little boy (about 1-2 years) and how they raise him through the years as their only child?

I just want to se Matt loving his son more than anything in his world. I feel he's a boy dad 😭❣

hii, I absolutely love this. however, I’m very sorry, after re-reading the ask, I forgot to write it as their adopted son, I got too into the idea of them looking alike. hope that’s okay and not a dealbreaker, I can rewrite it if you’re not happy with it. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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Matt Murdock x f reader

wc || 0.7k

warnings || just fluff (use of mommy and daddy - but it’s used in a parental way)

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“Michael.” Matt says teasingly, walking around the living room with his hands out in front of him. “Am I getting closer?” He widely grins listening to the stifled laughter behind the sofa. “Daddy’s gonna find you.” Hiding a chuckle as he pretends to search under the coffee table. “Mommy, I just can’t seem to find Michael.”

“I don’t know where he can be… he was meant to be washing his hands for lunch.” You joke along, setting the plates on the kitchen table.

“We might have to eat without him.” Grinning as he walked around the sofa. “Too bad… it’s his favourite sandwich.” Poking his head around to Michael crouched on the floor, immediately snatching him and swinging him over his shoulder. “Got you.” Grinning as he blew raspberries on his son’s side, carrying him over to his high chair.

“What do we say to mommy?” Matt asks, gesturing to something. “What do we say for being late?”

“Sorry.” Micheal gazes up at you with brown doe eyes, a toothy grin displayed as he picks up his sandwich.

“It’s okay honey.” You smile, brushing his brown hair to the side. Stroking over his back as you take a seat beside him.

In times like this, Michael was the spitting image of his father, not only did they look the same, but he also inherited his dad's natural charm and wit. Even more bizarrely, they apologised the same way.

“Where were you hiding this time?” You ask snacking on a grape.

Michael turns to look at Matt, his smile blown huge as he whispers. “Sofa.” Pointing his apple slice into the living room.

“Again?” You quietly question, displaying a playful face as you entertain him.

Matt smiles wide behind his sandwich, turning around to face the boy in question. “And I can never seem to find you.”

“You’re so much better at hide and seek than your daddy is.”

“He is… I’ll find you next time though.” Matt’s nose scrunched up as grinned.

After lunch, you had some errands to run outside the house, but when you returned home, you were met with the most heartwarming site; your husband and toddler, snuggled together in a fort they built under the dining table.

Whispering and snickering when they heard you approach.

“What are boys giggling about?” You ask, placing the grocery bags on the counter.

“We’re talking about how pretty mommy is, aren’t we Michael?”

“Yeah.” He sweetly laughs.

“Any room for one more?” You ask, poking your head into the tent.

“No.” Michael announces, his hands tightly attached to his dad's arm.

“Come on Mike, there’s space here.” Matt sweetly presses, gesturing to the empty patch beside him.

“Please, Michael? I’ll lay next to daddy, you won’t even know I’m there.” You grin, trying to bribe him.

“Okay.” He huffs, letting go of his father.

“Thank you, angel.” Kissing his cheek as you crawled your way in. Laying beside Matt and cuddling into his side as Michael did the same on the other.

“Daddy?” Poking his head up.

“Yeah?” He says slowly, copying his son’s lingering tone.

“Superhero story?” Cutely grinning as he perched his chin on Matt’s chest.

“A superhero story? About who? The super-strength P.I or… the guy that had a glowing fist?” Entertaining him as he named others that weren’t of interest to him right now.

“No.” He sighs. “About fifth.”

Matt’s head tilts to the side in slight confusion. “Fifth?”

“Fifth.” He repeats, a tad louder. “The baddie.”

“Do you mean Fisk, sweetheart?”

“Oh, you want a story about him?” Matt’s lips tugged into a smile. “I’ve got many stories about him.”

“Make sure to leave some details out, yeah?” You whisper into your hand, subtly laughing.

The three of you snuggled together under the cosy canopy, listening attentively to Matt describe numerous stories of the infamous New York villain. From what Michael had already previously heard from Matt’s stories, he was infatuated with Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Asking and pleading for months to get the costume for his upcoming birthday. He didn’t yet know that his father was also his hero, but that made it all the more sweeter.

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itwasthereaminuteago · 11 months

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|| Star-Crossed ||

Pairing: Frank Castle x Female reader

W/c 13.3k

Tags/warnings: Romeo & Juliet style gangster forbidden love Punisher/Daredevil AU, super-protective Matt, Jack Murdock is alive and well, some pretty old fashioned chauvinistic values, violence and injury, (protected and unprotected) p in v sex, oral (f rec), *spoiler* (kids in the future).

Author's note: Aaaaah it's finally done! I started this in December 2022 and I've had to leave and come back to it several times trying to work out how I wanted it to go. Huge big massive thanks to @mindidjarin , @the-fox-den and @theradioactivespidergwen for all the beta help!

If you enjoyed it, let me know!

Epilogue

The Italians and the Irish. The Castigliones and the Murdocks. Two mob families that have been feuding for generations. One mired in dealing arms and the other in throwing deadly punches with them - running illicit underground fight clubs and loan sharking.

Matthew Murdock was one of the best fighters in the entire city; after all he was the boxer Battlin' Jack Murdock's son. 'The Devil O' Hell's Kitchen' they called him.

And he was your big brother.

He would certainly have some choice words for you if he knew where and who you were with right now.

"Princess, fuck, you're somethin' else y'know that?"

Your body felt flushed with heat and bliss as you collapsed in Frank Castiglione's lap in the back seat of his car, laughing as his stubbled jaw tickles you when he kisses up and down your neck, like he's still hungry for you.

"You say that every time Frank," you smile as you push yourself up off him, tutting as he ties up the condom and throws it out the fogged window before cleaning himself up.

Sometimes you have to pinch yourself to remind yourself that you aren’t dreaming. When the man that was so terrifying they gave him the nickname of 'The Punisher' was between your thighs, or you were between his, life felt like a fever dream.

"I'll buy us a villa in the Lakes. You'd fuckin' love it there sweetheart, I just know it. You'll wake up and enjoy your morning coffee on the bedroom balcony overlooking the water. I'll treat you so goddamn right…"

The scene he painted with his words was so clear in your mind and yet- "Frank we can't -"

"Baby, you deserve more than what I can give you in a half hour in the back of my car."

You pretend not to hear, adjusting your dress to look a little more decent.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me this is enough for you.”

You sigh softly. You didn't need to see that puppy dog look of his to know life wasn’t fair.

"No Frankie, you know it's not, but I can't be with you like that… my father and Matty would kill you if I ran away to Italy with you!"

He tucks some of your disheveled hair behind your ear. "So you're just gonna keep leading me along like this, huh? I wanna be with you baby. I want you."

"Frankie I want you too, but they'll get suspicious if I spend any more time out and about. My da and brother think I'm taking a dance class right now."

He half snorts with laughter. "Yeah well when we 'dance' you do got some smokin' hot moves sweetheart; but I don't want you showin' them ones to anyone else."

"As if I would." You say with mock indignation. "Anyway, it's a good enough cover for why I'm always so worn out when I get home!"

Frank just smirks. "Let me at least take you dancing for real. Tell the old man you're going out with your girlfriends one night."

You roll your eyes. "Aye and if one of my da's men sees me out with you? You’ll be dead and I'll at least be locked up with a flippin' chastity belt forevermore after that!"

"Baby," He pleads and his words hit you in the heart and gut, "I've gotta be with you. We gotta find a way to make this work."

You push up off of him, frowning slightly. "The only way it could work is if you go straight. Get out of the family business and be respectable. Then maybe my da would at least listen to us instead of reaching for his gun."

He just laughs. "Me? Respectable? Well I wouldn't be able to give you trinkets like this if I was makin' a 'respectable' living now, could I?"

He produces a gold necklace from his waistcoat pocket and places it in your open palm, smiling at your surprise. It's a fine dainty sparkling chain with a little heart hanging from it. You turn the heart over and your breath catches in your throat as you read the small engraved letters 'FC' in flowing script.

You feel giddy. "Oh Frankie…"

"Now you have my heart, sugar."

You want to scream out. Why did you have to go and fall in love with a boy from a crime family? Why did it have to be a Castiglione? It went against everything your two families stood for. Why did everything have to be so damn complicated?!

You lean forward to kiss him, fingers smoothing down his lapels. "Frank, I… I love it, but you know I can't wear it…"

He nods, resigned. "Yeah, sure." It feels like you've just kicked a puppy. You lift up your heel and slip it into your shoe for safekeeping.

"But I'll keep it with me, always."

He at least manages a smile and you kiss him again, chiding him as he sneaks his hands in places that'd make a priest blush.

"I've gotta go…"

"Ten more minutes, five even! Please babygirl, I'll make it worth your while." He pleads so prettily for the son of one of the cities' biggest mobsters and you very nearly crumble.

You extricate yourself from his grasp, trying to stay focused. If you got home late there would be questions. Your family was very protective of you. "You always make it worth my while Frankie."

"Dancing. This Friday. Wear one of your pretty dresses… mm, and don't bother with the panties."

"Frank!"

He hands you your coat, his lips pressed into a smile that you want to kiss off his face. "Can't blame me for tryin'. Fuck, I'm missin' you already."

"I'll seeya. Be careful." You say opening the car door and looking around to check the coast is clear before scooching out.

"Friday, yeah?" He calls after you hopefully.

You turn and flash him a grin as your heels clack away down the alleyway. "Friday."

"How was yer dancin'?"

You just about manage to stop yourself from jumping six feet up in the air as Matthew appeared seemingly out of nowhere as you closed the front door behind you.

"Oh excitin' and tirin', as usual." You reply, hanging up your coat and placing your keys on the sideboard.

"Where's da?" You ask, noting that his coat was missing from its usual place.

"Out. He's meetin' some new guy. One of' the big fight brokers from the other side o' town. He can fix us up with some top names, reckons we can make some real good money."

"Why aren't you with him, Matty? You bein' the best one an all…"

"Yeah I'm goin'. Wanted to make sure you got home okay first. You've been getting back later 'n later each time yer out. Da was worried. An I was too."

You laugh. "Oh Matty, you're so damn sweet, but I'm fine as you can well see. Us girls just love to gab on after, you know that."

He didn't look convinced but he nods all the same and that's when you see the blood drip down from behind his ear.

"Matthew yer bleedin'! I didn't know you had a fight tonight?" Your hands reach for his shoulders to keep him still as you have a closer look and then guide him towards the bathroom.

He shrugs. "Wasn't somethin' I planned exactly, one of the fuckin' Castiglione lads showed up at the gym.

"What? Who was it?"

It couldn't have been Frank, there was no way, but that didn't stop your heart creeping up your throat.

"One o' the younguns, just shit talkin' and tryin' to stir up trouble. Managed to clip me before I booted his arse down the street. Christ, I'd love a real excuse to fuckin' kill the lot of em…"

You stay silent, focusing your attention on gently cleaning the small cut and sticking a plaster over it.

"There. It's only a wee one, thankfully."

"Sis, yer a doll. Always lookin' out fer me." He pecks you on the cheek before grabbing his own coat and heading out. "We'll be back afore eleven. Stay inside okay?"

"Alright Matty, see you later."

It felt like you had been waiting months by the time Friday finally rolled around. You met the girls, Karen, Marci and Dinah at the dancehall, trying your best to pay attention and stay engaged in conversation but you found yourself constantly scanning the bar for him.

You freeze as you feel a hand on your waist and you whip around with your fist raised, ready to clock the slimeball who had dared to touch you.

"Woah, sweetheart!" Frank raises his hands in submission and chuckles as your expression changes from pissed to adoring in a fraction of a second.

"Frankie." You purr as he slides his arm further around your waist and takes your softening fist in his hand.

"If you're done with the fightin', may I have this dance?" He asks, leading you onto the crowded dance floor.

You nod and flash him a smile, trying to calm your excitement and allow yourself to melt into the solid mass of him, as you drift further away from your group of friends. "Missed you Frankie…"

He pulls you even closer and you can feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of your dress.

"Missed you more. You look so gorgeous darlin'," he says. He dances with you for a while, and oh, he's got all the moves - spinning you around and dipping you for several songs before he's guiding you towards a quiet corner away from prying eyes. You giggle as he noses your ear and kisses your neck, and when you meet his hungry mouth his fingertips dance up the outside of your bare thigh making you shiver.

"Someone might see!" You warn. You should break away, but you're eager for his touch and he knows it.

"Don't care. I need a taste baby. Been thinkin' bout you all week. Can you feel that?" He asks, and it's a dumb question because he's rock hard against you and it's driving you insane. Your mouth goes dry as he takes your hand and holds it over the front of his pants. "That's what you do to me princess, fuck… that's what you do."

You glance around, your nerves on fire with the excitement of getting caught but no-one is paying the two of you any mind.

"What about the bathrooms?" you pant into his mouth as he kisses you breathless again.

He grins, trying to hold in his groan as you squeeze his clothed cock in your hand. "What about 'em sweet girl?" He teases, knowing full well what you're implying.

As soon as the stall door's locked you pounce and it throws him for a loop. He's usually the one to take control but he'll be damned if he won't let you get what you want. You place both of his hands underneath your skirt right on your bare ass and you swear you could get addicted to seeing the expression that appears on his face as he realises you've honoured his request and you're not wearing a shred of underwear.

He squeezes your warm flesh as you unbuckle his belt and open his pants, taking his thick cock in your hand and giving him a few firm strokes. You slip your hand into his pocket and find what you're looking for, tearing open the packet hurriedly and rolling the condom onto him before you hike up your leg and urge him to pull you up.

It's a struggle for you both not to moan at the sensation as he sinks inside you. He turns you both so your back's against the stall, wrapping your legs around him and bracing his own legs wider so he can fuck you the way you crave.

You hear people coming into the toilets, laughing and chatting but it's no big deal, it's the kind of place that young lovers meet to spend some 'quality time' together, and you two were no different. You'd asked your friends to let you know, unlikely as it was, if any of your family appeared, so you felt as if this was the closest to having a relaxed intimate time with Frank as you could get.

You're at eye level with him as he thrusts into you against the stall, you love being able to see his face when he's inside you and watch him try to hold it together when he comes apart.

"Frankie," you moan, "oh fuck… feels so good!"

He kisses you again and it's so possessive you almost lose it, his hand reaches up to grip the top of the stall to give him more leverage to drive into you deeper and harder.

"Princess, you're a fuckin' dream. Touch yourself baby, make it feel good, that's right baby, let me feel it too."

You do as he says, unable to curb your impassioned cries as it takes almost no time at all to near the peak of your pleasure.

"F-fuck Frank- ohh god-!"

He curls in against you, his breath hot and heavy, letting go as he feels you spasm around him with the last few desperate thrusts.

"Marry me." He pants, still holding you tightly up against the stall door.

It takes a few seconds for the post orgasmic fog to clear from your brain so that you can process the words you think you just heard coming out of Frank's mouth.

"W-what?"

"Marry me darlin'. I'm askin' you to make me an honest man. Will you?"

"In the toilets? While you're still inside me?!"

He chuckles. "Hell, I know it ain't Paris, I just… I love you."

You beam from ear to ear, laughing too. Suddenly it doesn't matter where you are, you're just overflowing with unfiltered glee at his words.

"Oh Frank, I love you too!" his lips meet yours over and over, raining kisses all over your face until you're both laughing so hard you have to slip out of his embrace.

"You uh, haven't given me an answer, sweetheart..."

You can't help your sigh as you press your palm to the side of his face. "I told you before baby, a miracle would have to happen for us to be married. I want to, Frankie, I really do more than anything but I just don't see how."

He kisses you on the forehead before he cleans up and helps you fix your hair and dress. "Yeah, I know." He sighs.

You practically hop, skip and jump up the stairs when you get home, so elated with Frank's admission of love for you that the prospect of never being able to actually marry him couldn't even drag your mood down. Matt comes around the bottom of the staircase to see what all the noise was about.

"A good night then, love?"

"Oh Matty, it was just perfect!"

He smiles wide. "Glad to hear it pet, love seein' you so happy."

You were dancing around so much that you failed to notice the necklace Frank had given you fall out of your shoe and land on one of the stairs.

But Matt noticed it. You'd disappeared into your room by the time he'd picked it up intending to give it back to you. But then he ran his thumb over the charm again and again, gritting his teeth harder each time he read the engraving. He couldn't believe it.

He tried to stop the rage he felt rising from his gut, but this wouldn't stand, that was for sure. His little sister would not and could not ever be associated with that Castiglione scum. Matt's hands instinctively curled into fists. He was going to hunt down that son of a bitch and after he was done with him he knew he would never be going near you again.

When you come out of the shower and dress, the house is deadly quiet. You knew your dad was likely down at the gym training with the boys, but you called out for Matt, eager to hear about his next fixture. You loved your brother like no one else. After your mum was gone you were brought even closer together, most days you were never apart and even when he started fighting he'd always have the time to teach you some technique and even let you cut loose on him at the gym after school. He was so very protective of you when you started seeing boys, none of them were ever good enough for you and if he had his way you'd probably die a spinster.

"Matty?" His jacket was still on the peg. Then a glint on the sideboard caught your eye. The necklace.

Oh no.

Fuck, it must have fallen out earlier and he'd found it. You picked it up, brushing your thumb over Frank's initials. Your heart dropped like a stone as you knew what Matt was likely to do.

When you reach the warehouses down at the waterfront, you could already hear the commotion. A large circle of people stood near one of the huge open loading doors, mostly Castiglione men and some women, shouting and gesturing towards the center. You run up, forcing your way through the crowd to find the cause.

Your eyes find Frank first. He'd look so fine if this was any other situation. The muscles on his chest and arms rippled as he stripped down to his vest. He was wrapping his hands with cloth as a few of his clan around him amped him up with whoops and hollers.

Opposite him stood your brother, still in his regular clothes with his shirt sleeves rolled up.

Your stomach lurched with a rioting combination of butterflies and bile.

They were going to fight.

"No!" You shout, pushing your way past the crowd and running between them. You're not sure which one of them you were yelling at, your heart tearing itself in two with the prospect of what was about to happen.

"Go home wee girl," Matt barks, and Frank catches your eye.

"He's right for once baby, get out of here. You don't need to watch me beat his ass."

"Frankie, no! Just let me talk to him, you don't have to do this, you don't need to fight!" You wheel around to face your brother. Your blood.

"Please Matty, you don't understand! Stop," your eyes burn with the tears that threaten to flow. "Please don't, you can't… I love him!"

You try pushing him back but it has little effect. He keeps on staring past you in the direction of Frank, his head tilting minutely as he listens to him tie off the last of the wrap and clap his hands together, testing them.

"I think I understand enough. An' I'll be talkin' to ya later, that's for fuckin' sure, now get on home!" Matt growls.

You shiver, feeling sick with anger and the sheer frustration that the two men you love with all your heart were going to fight because of you. It wasn't heroic, it wasn't romantic, it was raw and ugly and you wished you could do something to stop them.

"You wanna set rules?" Frank asks.

Matt almost snorts with laughter. "Rules? Rules?! Don't think ya know the meanin' o' the word seein' as you've had yer greasy mitts on my fuckin' sister!"

Frank wasn't going to publicly shame you by telling him that it was you who had come to him. No, if there was ever a hope for the two of you he'd play this clean and right by your family like you wanted.

"Fine." He nods, smacking his fists together and starting to circle his opponent. "C'mon then Murdock, if you wanna do it this way, ding-ding. Let's go."

They drew up fast to each other and it was Frank who threw the first punch. Matt easily ducked it, dodging to the side and countering with his own punch that you couldn't see land through your tears; but it hit its mark as you hear that sick sound that you would usually relish when you watched the betting fights. But not today.

You run back home in a daze, unable to think of anything other than what if Matt kills him, and what will your father do to the two of you if he doesn't?

Tears continue to blind you and your heart is a dull, burning weight in your chest as you reach the front door. You can hear the TV on in the living room so you run upstairs avoiding the inevitable questions. You throw yourself on your bed and cry into your pillow until you finally hear the front door slam.

The voices of your father and Matthew are muffled at first and then your da is shouting. You cower as you expect him to come crashing through your door but it doesn't happen. A little while later there's a soft knocking at your door and Matt's voice floats through. "Little dove… c'mon lass, it's over."

You let out a loud sob, the horror of what he might have done washing over you, he'd never killed anyone before but…

"I hate you!" You push yourself up for long enough to scream through the door before burying your face in your bed covers again; pained heaving breaths wracking through your body as you cry your heart out.

He comes in and sits down on the edge of your bed as you turn away towards the wall. "You'll love me again soon enough. I've saved you a life o' heartbreak angel. He knows he won't be comin' near you again."

He sounds stuffed up, like his nose might be broken. Good. The words do little to stem the flood of anger you feel but now you know Frank is alive at least. "You can't stop me from seeing him, and you sure as hell can't control who I love!"

Matt smooths his hand over your arm but you jerk away from his touch.

"Here, shush now, you want Da rippin ya a new one? I've only just managed to calm 'im down cause he's none too happy about the situation. You're a smart girl, you know this can't be. A Murdock and a Castiglione?" Matt spat the name like the taste of it in his mouth disgusted him. "It's bloody ridiculous! There's never been a time we've not been dead set against each other. And ya better not have been tellin' him any of our business… Da will go properly spare then."

"I’ve never told him anything! I don’t care about the stupid business because I'm in love with him Matty! I love Frank and none of you can change that."

Matt sighs deeply, his voice hardens. "That's enough now! You'll get over him eventually. There are plenty of better men out there that deserve ya anyways. I won't hear any more about it, an neither will Da. It's finished."

He makes you feel like a child and you can't stop your tears. You cry softly, your blanket damp and crumpled from gripping it so hard.

Matt gets up. "We'll see ya downstairs for tea."

The door closes, and you feel more alone than ever before.

When you finally drag yourself downstairs to eat something your mouth drops open as you see Matt's face. Your earlier suspicions were correct, Frank had managed to break his nose, he had more than a couple of cuts on his brows too that Da had stitched for him, and from the way he moved around the table you could tell he was decently bruised. The fact that Frankie had gone down swinging was little comfort when it was your own kin hurt.

You ate in silence. Neither you nor your father were ready to look each other in the eye, nevermind speak. On the way to your room you looked for the necklace but it was gone.

You cried yourself to sleep.

You spent most of the day alone in your room. Your father came in to check on you, but as soon as you opened your mouth to talk about Frank, he shook his head, slammed the door and left you angry and resentful all over again.

At night you found your bedroom window locked but that wasn’t going to put a stop to your plans. Using a hair grip and a lot of determination, you jimmied it open and climbed out and down the fire escape. Nelson's was where you were headed, they owned almost the entire meatpacking district and their main shop wasn't far from the house. Everyone went there so you knew you might be able to find out about Frank.

The bell tinkled as you entered and Foggy was just closing up. But as soon as he saw it was you, he pulled off his apron and leapt over the counter to wrap his arms around you.

"Oh honey!"

"You heard?"

"You're surprised?" He asks as he leads you to the back of the shop so you're not seen. "It's pretty much all anyone's talking about. Actually thought your old man would have you locked in."

"Yeah well, so did he…"

Foggy laughs at that. He's Matt's best friend and practically family to you, and out of all of them he's the one that doesn't treat you like you're still a kid. You could trust him not to grass you up for sneaking out.

"Foggy, please tell me, have you heard anything about Frank, is he okay?"

"Well your bro didn't pull his punches… He's pretty banged up from what I've heard, and uh, he’s in the infirmary. That much I do know."

Your heart feels like it's banging against your ribs and your stomach twists into a tight knot. "Oh my god, Foggy it's that bad? Wh- I need to- I need to see him!"

Foggy places his hands gently on your shoulders trying his best to calm you down. "Hey, it's okay. As far as I know it was just a precaution for concussion. Um, and for stitches, cracked ribs, and stuff. I know it's not what you wanna hear, but it coulda been a hell of a lot worse."

You swallow past the huge lump that's formed in your throat thinking about some of your brother's unluckier past opponents. "Yeah…"

He sits you down, gesturing at the makeshift bar beside him. "Tea, or…?"

"Something stronger, Fog."

Foggy sighs and uncaps a half full bottle of scotch. He pours two glasses, and you quickly down the scotch, not caring about how rough it is or how much it burns.

"You know I don't judge but geez, what have you gotten yourself into?"

You grip the glass tightly and wait for Foggy to give you another finger of scotch before answering. "He's so good to me, Foggy.. Nobody sees it and no one understands. They're just blinded by this fucking age old rivalry between our families. it's insane! I love him, he loves me and I don’t know why everyone can't just mind their goddamn business? Why can't we just be together?!"

He sighs again, deeper and more fraught this time. "The thing is, this is much bigger than love hon. This… it could trigger another war. You think your pop is pissed at you? I don't even wanna imagine what Don Castiglione is gonna do to his son even after what Matt's done to him over this. Your families don't cross, and when they do blood is always spilled!"

Your brows knit together, face falling at the thought of how Frank might be punished, how he'd be kept from seeing you too. "Foggy, I need to see him. I know you must have contacts, you can help us meet without anyone knowing… please? Please can you do this for me?"

Foggy paces nervously. He loves you so much, would do near anything for you but…

He runs his hand slowly down his face. "Look, you just can't be seen near Frank at all, okay? You can't risk that and neither can I. But I do know someone; a nurse actually. She's a good friend and I might be able to get a note to him for you through her. But that's it, okay?"

He wheezes at the surprising force as you fling your arms around him and he gives you a small smile as you hug him tightly in gratitude.

"Thank you, Foggy!"

"There's our big cock-for-brains! How're the ribs, Francesco?"

Frank winces as he shifts on the couch to sit up as Billy swaggers in and throws himself down beside him.

"Better, asshole." he grumbles back.

Billy smirks. "Oh! Last time I checked I wasn't secretly fucking a Murdock but I'm the asshole? Heh, yeah that's a good one."

Frank doesn't even dignify his comment with a response but Billy keeps going.

"So, is she nasty? I'll bet she is. Does she fuck as well as that brother of hers fights? Actually, thinkin' about it she does seem to spend a lot of time with him-".

Billy gags as Frank suddenly grabs him around the throat, ignoring the dull pain in his body as he pushes him hard into the seat, choking.

"C-christ Frankie relax, I take it back! Fuck, I don't mean it, I just needed to know how serious you are about this girl!"

Frank lets him go with a growl. "You're fuckin' lucky you got such a pretty face Bill. If you were anyone else I woulda messed it up. 'Course I'm serious."

"Yeah, yeah I can see that," he half laughs, coughing and rubbing at his throat. "Well, you better have this then." He hands Frank a folded up piece of paper.

Frank's eyes light up as they flit over your words, but then he scrubs his hand over his face shaking his head, his worries sinking in.

"What is it?"

"Shit, she thinks it's her fault that we were found out. Shouldn't have given her that damn necklace… should have been more careful… fuck!" He pushes himself up with a groan and starts pacing the room, the muscle in his jaw twitching and ticking as he thinks.

"I've fucked this up. I need to see her."

Billy's expression turns to concern. "Frankie, you love this girl, right?"

The intensity of Frank's look gives him the only answer he needs.

"Maybe you should just lay low for a while. The last thing you wanna do is potentially stir more shit up and get both of you in an even worse way. Just keep your head down, focus on the work, and then… who knows? Hell might freeze over."

Frank hates the idea of you thinking he's abandoned you, it guts him, but he knows Billy's right. He has to keep his distance for now.

Fuck, he misses you.

A week goes by after you gave Foggy the note. And then another… and another. He can't possibly have given up on you, surely? But hope of ever seeing him again in the way that you did before starts fading quickly along with your anger at your brother. You had blamed him for everything, for perpetuating the rivalry, for telling your father, for putting Frank off you. You cried until you felt as though you had no tears left to cry.

Matt tries his utmost to distract you from your moroseness, dragging you along to his fight fixtures that you used to love watching. But every one of his opponents that he beats just makes you think of Frank.

There had been word of a huge arms shipment arriving at the docks later that week. Your father, uncles, and cousins spent most of their time planning on how they would get their hands on it before the Castiglione's could. It was a major job and a big risk, but if they could pull it off, it'd mean they could start selling weapons on the side and make even more money. You tried to talk your da out of it, piling up all the reasons he shouldn't get involved. But if there was anyone he was gonna take family business advice from, it was not going to be you.

"Matty I don't like this. We’ve got enough fingers in pies surely? We're doing alright, why is he so keen on going ahead with this job?"

Matt bounced gently against the ropes of the ring. "He wants to get one up on the Castiglione's, angel. He won' let your little dalliance hold shame over us, he wants everyone to know who's boss."

Shame. The word made you grit your teeth till your jaw hurt, you were sick of this. Your father was a proud man, too proud sometimes. Nothing about it felt right but neither Matt nor your da would give your concerns the time of day.

When the big night arrived you were ordered to stay behind, meet up with your girlfriends and go dancing or see a movie or something. Stay out of trouble.

Like hell.

You carried on as if you were happy to stay home, but as soon as Matt and your da left to meet the others at the warehouse you followed a little way behind. You couldn't shake off the bad feeling that was slithering up your spine.

Frank smacked the cartridge back into the handgun he had just finished cleaning and laid it down on the massive table along with a gleaming array of other weapons.

"Ragazzo, you ready?" Billy's voice drew him out of his silent brooding.

"Yeah, yeah. Gear up and we'll head to the docks. M'just itchin' for somebody to step out of line." Frank growls, slipping his gun in the back of his pants.

Billy throws him a grin and secretes his own arsenal of firearms and knives about his body. "Y'know, I kinda hope they do, I just love to watch you work, Frankie."

It was late when the boat docked. The Murdocks had intercepted it on its way in further down the river, overturned the guards and crew and steamed in ready for when the Castiglione's would inevitably be waiting for their delivery. You knew a couple of your cousins were stationed around the yard, lurking in the shadows of the huge containers just like you were. You knew how to stay hidden and move like a shadow when you needed to. Once a Murdock…

You see the Don's men arrive right on time, none the wiser as to what has happened until the gangplank is lowered and it's your da that steps out, flanked by two of his heavily armed henchmen. You couldn't see your brother.

"What the fuck is this?" Don Castiglione spits. He is every inch the gangster, tall, broad and extremely intimidating. You'd never seen him this close before but you could now see a bit of him in Frank.

"You Irish mutts think you can just take what's mine, huh? I'm insulted! You should stay in your own little game Murdock. Take my advice, the guns do not suit you.

His men move forward and your da holds up a hand. "Now fellas, we don't wan any bloodshed tonight. If ye take a look around you'll find yer outnumbered n' outgunned. So, if ye will jist step aside we'll be loadin' these up in our trucks and'll get out of yer way and we'll hear no more about it, right?"

You see the rest of the Castigliones gradually appearing from out of the woodwork, and then you see him. Your heart sighs with relief that he's okay as far as you could make out. The glint of his piece shines in the moonlight as he moves to stand near the Don, who whispers something to him.

"Francesco, you are going to make good on your… mistake, and bring me my guns, capiche?"

They stand stock still for a long moment as Frank stares him down before they both suddenly spin on their heels as a deep voice like burnt gravel cuts the silence; effectively interrupting the confrontation.

"Gentlemen. I believe I can resolve this rather… delicate situation that we have here…"

It's Wilson Fisk. The fucking Kingpin.

The metallic clack of weapons all around being raised and aimed at the newcomer echoes around the yard. However, the huge figure and his men remain unperturbed.

"Mr Murdock," he continued calmly, "if you would please step aside, I will take what is mine."

Your blood runs cold. You knew your da would never back down. He was stubborn and tenacious and had definitely passed that trait on to you and Matt. Damn his fucking pride, you wanted to run out between them. Where the hell was Matty?

Just as you predicted your da stood his ground, finger hovering near the trigger.

"Y'think yer the fatcat around here don't ya, son? Well, I'm 'fraid to say that yer jist plain fat. Now run along an' let us men finish our business eh?"

Time slowed to a crawl. It was like everything was running through a sea of molasses. A shadow leaps over the railing of the boat onto the dock, it's running towards Fisk's men, Frank runs too as you see too late as Fisk's right-hand man raising his gun at your father. The shadow plows right into the second man who had also brought out his weapon, tackling him down to the asphalt. Several shots ring out like cracks of thunder and you scream as all you can see is your father dropping to the ground, there are more gunshots and then it's all over as quickly as it had begun. Your eyes frantically search the scene trying to understand what had just happened.

Fisk is gone; disappeared into thin air along with one of his men. The other of Fisk’s henchmen was lying in a pool of blood at Matt's feet, one or both of the families had shot and killed him. You run out as you see your father being helped to his feet by Matt. They are alive and unhurt and you thank whatever gods would listen.

It's then you see another body lying limp in front of them.

"No….no no no!" You hurtle across the yard towards it, Billy Russo and the Don are heading exactly the same direction.

Towards Frank.

"Jesus Christ girl, what are you doing here?!" Matt rages at you. You fall to your knees as Billy turns Frank over onto his back, feeling for a pulse and listening for a breath; any sign that he is still alive.

Your father's voice is muddied in the background as the two families crowd around the scene. "H-He… that boy saved my life… he saved ma fuckin' life!"

Blood seeps from Frank's stomach onto the ground.

"Frankie no, no don't die! Don't you fucking die! You hear me?!" Tears flood down your face as you grab his hand and squeeze. Billy puts pressure on the wound, slapping his face a couple of times trying to get him conscious. "C'mon bro, c'mon wake up for me! Wake up!"

A van screeches up nearby and the Don orders his men to lift Frank and put him into the back. You climb in beside him, ignoring their protestations and grateful for Billy who snaps at them in finality. "She's coming with us.."

Matt runs up to the van after making sure your da is taken care of. "No… c'mon we need to get gone. You shouldn't even be here!"

"He saved our da, is that not worth anything?" You sob at him as Billy climbs in with you.

"Leave her be." Billy says. He slides the door shut and Matt's left standing as the van speeds off into the night.

Frank suddenly draws a wheezing breath as you hold onto his hand in the back of the van.

"Oh thank fuck. Frank! Frank, can you hear me?" Billy practically yells at him, ripping up his shirt and pressing it to the bullet wound as Frank gasps and groans in pain.

"Y-you holdin' my hand Russo?" He croaks, and you give it a squeeze, leaning over him so he can see you.

Your eyes briefly flick up to meet those of the Don, who has been silent the whole time.

"Frankie, you're okay." You tell your lover. "They're taking you to a doctor. You're gonna be okay."

"Darlin'," he tries to sit up, starting to cough and you hold him down. "What you doin' he-" he coughs again and Billy helps keep him still.

"Shh, yeah I'm here, just don't move, don't move." You try not to think about how much red there is pouring out of him and onto your hands.

"Fuck… fuck it hurts- your dad, he okay?"

You stroke your fingers through his hair and try to smile. "Yes, oh god Frank, yes he's fine, he's fine! Now shh, don't speak, just hold on for me alright? You're gonna be okay, it won't be long.

You share a worried glance with Billy and hope that it's not far now.

Billy barrels through the A&E doors ahead of you and the Don's men who are carrying Frank.

"We need help here! Where's Claire? Get me Claire Temple!" he growls, taking an empty gurney from a nearby orderly and helping get Frank on it as he drifts in and out of consciousness.

A woman in scrubs very quickly appears from the triage area and immediately takes control.

"Okay… we got a gunshot wound, anything else you wanna tell me? Was he conscious before now?" she asks you. A flash of recognition passes between you both, you had seen her patch Matt up after his fights a few times.

"No, no nothing else, yeah he was talking just a moment ago. He's lost a lot of blood on the way, can you help him, please?!" You plead.

"We'll do our best. Please wait here."

Billy pulls you along as you both follow after the crash team taking Frank through the double doors, but Claire stops him short after she lets Frank's father go through with them.

"Hey, we're family too!" He protests.

"There's too many of you to let into the room, please, just wait here. Someone will update you as soon as we can. Right now, our main priority is to get him stabilised. Please, let us do our job."

The two of you reluctantly move over to the seating area as the other men go back outside to the van. Billy paces as you sit chewing your nails down to the quick.

"What you said…"

"What?" Billy asked.

"'We're family'." You say, catching his eye.

He stops his pacing, looking at you with sincerity. "If you're important to Frank, you're important to me. It's that simple."

You give him a small nod, returning to biting your nails and waiting with worry.

Billy sits down beside you. "I'm sure he'll pull through. The fucker is hard to kill." he smiles and you return it, thankful that he's here.

"Yeah, he's gotta be alright."

After a few hours, Claire comes through the doors and you and Billy quickly get to your feet.

"He's stable. We were able to take the bullet out. It nicked an artery on the way in, but thankfully it missed his vital organs. We did have to give him a transfusion as he had lost a lot of blood. But, he's been stitched up and resting comfortably.”

"Oh my god," you felt the leaden weight lift off your shoulders slightly. "Claire, I can't thank you enough… Can we see him?"

She nods. “You can. Just know that’s going to be groggy from the drugs we gave him. But I’m sure he’ll still appreciate the company.” You and Billy thank Claire before going into Frank’s room.

He was groggy as Claire had warned you, but he returned the soft squeeze of your hand as you knelt down beside the bed. "Frankie, I'm so glad you're alright!"

"See, told you he was hard to kill." Billy said, patting Frank on the leg and smiling at him.

Frank chuckles, wincing slightly. "Yeah, you're not gettin' rid of me that easily. Baby, I'm sorry I got you into trouble. It's all my fault." He's looking into your eyes as he speaks, his hand reaching weakly for your face and you feel the bite of tears returning.

"Hey now, don't you cry over me darlin', I'll be alright. Everything's gonna be just fine, you didn't do nothin' wrong."

You sniff and laugh a little, stroking his hand that's cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears. "I'm the one that's supposed to be saying that! I missed you…"

"I missed you too. Not that I don't appreciate it, but you shouldn't be here. You should be with your family. With Fisk back on the scene it's dangerous baby, for all of us. What were you even doin' down at the docks?"

"I just had a bad feeling…" you interlace your fingers through his. "...but because of you my father is alive and well. I'm right where I need to be."

You're suddenly aware of an imposing presence as the Don entered the room. The man's even bigger than you had thought on seeing him up close.

"Ah, so finally I get to meet the bella ragazza causing all of the trouble? The little bird that has my Francesco's heart, hm?"

Frank rolls his eyes. "Papa…"

You step forward. "I- I'm sorry Don Castiglione, I really didn't mean to-"

He takes your hand kissing the back of it briefly. "You make my boy happy, and so I am happy. So good to finally meet you, however I wish it were under better circumstances."

You swallow your nervousness down, nodding, actually surprised with how easy going he seems in private. "Thank you sir, it's great to meet you too."

"We are taking Francesco home tomorrow to recuperate, why don't you come and stay at the house with us? We have many rooms and I am certain he will recover faster if his love is nearby, hm?"

You're unsure what to say to such a generous offer, but Frank answers for you. "She'd love to papa."

You nod politely, still a little intimidated by the Don. "I would, but only if you're sure."

"It would be my pleasure, my dear."

Frank kisses the back of your hand. "Alright, I hate to say it but you better scoot, sweet thing. There's some shit we need to sort out…"

You sigh, not even being shot could stop the 'big men' from having their secret meetings. You bid the Don thanks and goodnight and catch Billy at the door. "Please will you make sure that he rests tonight and he doesn't do anything too stupid?"

Billy just chuckles, "you know that's an impossible ask, right?" He pulls you into a quick but surprisingly heartfelt hug as you stand up. "But I'll do my best bella nemica.

Frank can't help laughing softly at the nickname, groaning at the pain as it makes his stitches pull. "Oh that's a good one Bill, I'm stealin' that. You take care darlin', love you so much."

"I love you Frankie, I'll see you tomorrow!"

As you walk out into the hospital foyer you find your father waiting for you.

"Da, I…"

He pulls you into his arms, squeezing you so tight and you hug him back, relieved. "You shouldn't have been there tonight…"

You slump against him, the exhaustion from everything that happened suddenly hitting you like a truck. "I know, I'm sorry. I had to come, I was worried about you both. I'm so glad you're alright."

"Is he… okay?"

You're surprised he cares at all about Frank but you nod. "Yeah, I've just seen him, he'll be fine. Where's Matty?"

"Out with boys patrollin', makin sure the streets are safe. Listen pet, I'm reckonin' we need to meet with the Castigliones to try an' organise some kind of truce. If Fisk is back and makin' a play to control the Kitchen we're gonna need more people an' it makes sense to join our forces."

You stare at him, your eyes wide not daring to believe. "Tell me you're serious. Please tell me you mean that da."

"That boy saved ma life, little dove. An it's war now, this changes things."

"But you've always hated them! Is Fisk really such bad news that you'd forget everything you drilled into me and ally with them?"

"Darlin, ye have no idea…"

When you get back home you spend most of the night into the early morning talking with your father. He asks so many questions about Frank. He asks about his family and about your relationship, and you answer what you can. In turn you grill him about Fisk, and he paints a dour and terrifying picture. You understand now why he'd go back on his previous vow.

"I need ya to arrange a meetin' with the Don. D'ya think you can talk to yer lad about it pet?"

"Uhuh, actually he offered me a room there so I could spend some time with Frank while he recovers… but I know what you're going to say so-"

He cuts you off. "Ye knew I was goin' to tell ye that ah think ye should go?"

Your jaw almost hits the floor in disbelief. "You do?"

"Aye, you'll be safe enough there. Don's got a lotta men, an' that Russo I know is a good shot."

"Matty won't be happy."

"No, but don't you worry 'bout that, I'll see to 'im."

You look into your father's eyes, and you can see he's asking for your help. You were scared. Kingpin had taken control of the shipment after everyone had scattered and who knew what else he had up his sleeve or when he'd choose to strike next.

But this… this might just be the way to bring him down. If he knew anything about Hell's Kitchen, he'd never suspect an alliance like this. Fuck, even you would never had imagined it could be possible.

The next morning you pack a bag, call a cab and go over what you're going to say to the Don when you get there. Matt must have stayed at the gym last night and you don't get a chance to speak with him. In a way you're almost glad as he'd probably chew you a new one for doing this.

The cab pulls up on the huge gravel drive and four well-armed guys in fine fitting suits give you a thorough once over and check your bag when you get out.

"Hey! Keep your paws to yourselves, you animals. She's good." You are so relieved to hear Billy's voice, and he flashes you his charming smile while guiding you towards the imposing front door.

"We figured Francesco would be safer here. The doc at the hospital wasn't keen on that idea, but what can they do?" He takes you straight inside. "You are here to help me look after the lil shit, aren't you?"

You follow him down the marble floored hallway, your eyes flitting around taking in the rather opulent but classic decor. "Of course, and who wouldn't rather recuperate at home if it's like this, holy crap!"

Billy smirks as he opens a door and ushers you inside the plush room.

You were so pleased to see Frank's smile. "Am I glad to see you again, sweetness." He tells you.

You bound across the floor to the huge bed that your beau is resting in. You're relieved that he looks so much better. You hold his face in your hands and are happy to see that he's back to a healthy colour. You pepper gentle kisses all over him, letting him know how happy you are that he’s better. Billy leaves you both to it and you're grateful to have some time alone with Frank. And so it seems, is he.

"Frankie, you look good, how are you feeling today?" you ask, squealing in surprise when he pulls you into the bed to lie beside him.

"Careful baby!" You exclaim before he's capturing your lips, not caring about the pain in the side of his gut if he gets to taste and feel you again. That wild want is there in his eyes when you break away and it's hard for you to resist giving in to it when his hands begin to roam over you.

"God I've missed you, missed having you…"

You huff at him. "Frank, you know I'd want nothing more… but you've got to rest, you've been shot for Christ's sake!!"

"Yeah, yeah I know," he says, the corner of his mouth pulling up mischievously. "but there's still some things I can do…"

You feel the heat in your face even as you shake your head at the audacity of him. He never gives up, yet another thing you love about him.

"Just be serious for a minute. My da’s asked if you can arrange a meeting between your father and him. He thinks our families should work together to stop Fisk."

He stops messing with you as he considers it. "Well shit, ain't the worst idea. And you agree?"

"I do. It makes sense, and it's the last thing Fisk would expect.

Frank mulls it over for a moment and then calls for Billy. "Hey man, can you get my dad in? Think we've got a proposal for him."

You're suddenly nervous for a different reason, hurriedly standing and smoothing down your clothes as the door opens. Frank reaches for your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Hey, don't you worry baby." He reassures you under his breath. "Just tell him what you told me."

When you relate your own father's thoughts to the Don you're surprised when he doesn't interrupt, instead listening intently.

"...and where might the meeting happen?" He asks with interest.

"I think I know a place."

Foggy's in good spirits when you drop in to the shop. He’s glad that you’re okay, but his pleasant mood doesn't last when he hears what you've got to ask him.

“You want me to have The Murdocks and Castigliones under the same roof? Are you kidding me?”

"But your place is neutral ground, Foggy! There won't be any trouble I promise you."

He paces around frantically. "No trouble?! You can't promise me that!"

You fiddle with the snack display by the counter. "Look, I know it's a lot to ask, but if we can stop Fisk from becoming a permanent fixture everyone will be better off. Please Foggy, for the sake of the Kitchen." He stops his frantic pacing and pins you with a worried look.

“Fine. But if anyone gets shot, remind yourself I told you this was a bad idea.”

A couple of weeks later you found that Foggy wasn't exactly wrong in what he had told you. With the heads of both families and their closest lieutenants gathered in the large space of the Nelson's back room, the air quickly grew thick with tension. Matt arrived first with your father; stopping in his tracks as soon as he sensed you. You hadn't seen each other since that night at the docks.

"Matty-" you start. "alrigh' dove." he replies, only giving you a curt nod as he makes his way to the end of the long table. You sigh. This was going to be a long night.

When Frank comes in Matt stands quickly, his chair shrieking along the floor with his fists bunched at his sides. The Castigliones bristle, fingers itching and ready to reach for weapons. The tension was ramping up fast and it felt as though the meeting was about to fail even before it could begin.

"Ahh there he is. The golden boy. Fuckin’ cunt of the hour." Matt snaps.

"'The hell…?" Frank starts.

You found yourself getting to your feet.

"Christ Matt, will you just behave? Frank saved our da's life, does that mean nothing to you?"

"Aye it goes a way, but does he think he's better than us? That you're safer with him, with them, than us? Was that why you didn't come home, pet? Was this all his fuckin' idea too?!"

You'd never seen Matt this upset and angry before. You had to calm him down before something irreversible kicked off between the families. Frank shot you a concerned look but didn't interfere; knowing that anything he said could make things even worse. You pull Matty aside, whisper-yelling at him.

"Hey, listen to me Matt. Me staying at the Don's was da's idea, and getting everyone together was his too! Did you not know that?" You hiss.

Matt huffs. "No. I just thought that…" he paces before running a hand down your arm. "we're the ones that keep ya safe, love, yer family. Not them. It just feels like-" he stops himself, unable to fully admit his jealousy.

You urge him to continue, you don't want there to be bad blood between the two of you, especially now.

"I worry about ya dove. I know ya say ya love 'im, I just don' wanna see y'get hurt. When you're wit me, you're safe, y'can't get hurt. You know I love you too."

His expression is so honest it makes your heart burn.

"Matty, I love you so much, and I know you're just looking out for me but please, you've got to let me live my life for myself. I'm a grown woman now. You don't need to keep protecting me from everything!"

He sighs with resignation and you squeeze his arm.

"I know you're not sure about Frank but he really does love me, and I don't believe that he'd ever hurt me intentionally. And this? This is the best shot we've got at Fisk, you know that. Please don't throw this away Matt, do it for the Kitchen if not for me!"

He softens as you plead, "I'll do it for both of youse."

You kiss him on the cheek and whisper a sincere thank you before returning to the table where discussion is already underway. You walk over to stand beside Frank and kiss him swiftly. He's a little surprised that you'd make your relationship so public with the current situation as it is.

"S'everythin' okay princess?" He asks nervously as you place your hand in his, and let out a thankful sigh along with a shitload of tension.

"Everything's grand, Frankie." You say with a genuine smile. "Let's get this started."

The heads of the families agreed that they needed to find out what resources Fisk had, how many men and how much firepower he possessed before they made their move. It was proposed that members from each side should scout it out, and ultimately it was decided that Matthew and Frank would go.

As you watched Frank slip his pistol into his holster and give you a wink, you were reminded of the day you had first laid eyes on him. It felt like a lifetime ago even though it had been just over a year since you'd walked to the store with Matty, and Frank and Billy had been in there.

"Well that's my day ruined. Can't breathe in this town without runnin' into a Murdock, or two." Billy had remarked, looking you up and down with dark eyes and a devilish smile.

Matt stiffened, moving in front of you, jaw and fists clenched. "Y'know this is our territory Russo, so get lost or I'll help ya find your way out..."

However, your attention had been on Billy's companion, who you would later find out was the Don's son. His face was set hard, but he had warm brown eyes, and a big boxer's nose that drew your gaze. When they had left the store Frank had looked back over his shoulder, the faintest smile on his lips as he threw a wink your way and you found your face heating up.

Now they were heading into dangerous territory working together. Your heart was in your mouth as they both finished kitting up, arming themselves to the teeth just in case shit happened to go south.

"Please be careful." You say to Matt, your words somewhere between a prayer and a blessing.

"M'always careful, love." He replies before he lets Frank talk to you.

He brings your hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it as he looks into your eyes with a serious expression. "You promise me you'll go straight on home, yeah? Don't want you on these streets tonight baby."

You stroke the side of his face and bring your forehead to touch against his, breathing him in. "I promise. And promise me you'll look after each other."

Both men nod and then head for the door and you and your father head for home.

Matt stops Frank with his arm as he listens to check that the way is clear for them.

"Alrigh', we're good." He confirms after a couple of beats.

"Reckon we can get a read on em from up on that roof there, it covers most of their exits." Frank suggests, and Matt nods and follows. When they're situated, hunkered down side by side behind a low wall, Frank feels the oppression of something waiting to be said. The muscle in his jaw ticks as he clenches it and he can't stand it anymore.

"C'mon man, can we just get this over with? Say what you gotta say, I know you wanna. I can take it."

Matt swallows his pride and turns to his former foe after taking a pensive breath.

"Yeah, you're right, I have got somethin' t'say to ya. M'sorry. I was wrong about ya an I've been a right shitebag to you an ma sister all this time. But, there's a right thing to be done an' I'm hopin' tha we can move on?"

That wasn't what Frank had expected at all, a swift one-two knocking his brain around in his skull, but it felt like a dark cloud was lifting and he actually started to smile.

"I know you're just lookin' out for her Murdock, I get it, and I really appreciate you sayin' that. Might not have seemed like it but I've got a lot of respect for your family after meetin' that girl."

Matt nods. "Feelin's mutual. I shoulda just trusted her in the first place but y'know what's she's like, always gettin' hersel' into trouble."

Frank chuckles quietly. "Don't I know it."

They keep watch for a few more hours, noting the comings and goings of Fisk's men. After clocking where the weapons are stored, they manage to sneak in and get a good idea of what kind of firepower they have before reporting back.

The two long feuding families of Hell's Kitchen drive the Kingpin out of their territory in a spectacular blaze of fire and fists. He certainly didn't expect the Murdocks and Castigliones to team up and take back what was theirs; which was a huge advantage for the families. When Frank and your brother returned triumphant you leapt into Frank's arms, kissing him over and over and until he was almost begging for air.

When word spread of the victory everyone headed to Josie's to celebrate, but Frank knew his fight wasn't quite over. There was something else he had to do.

He's feeling like he knows real fear for the first time in a long while as he approaches Jack Murdock in the bar. He's got just one aim. One question.

Jack nods at him as he comes over, signaling the bartender to pour them a couple of whiskeys.

"Alright lad? We did good, eh?"

"Yeah, that we did. You, uh, know why I'm here?"

"Aye son, I know. C'mon then, out with it." Jack says to him.

Frank's mouth nervously forces a smile and he takes a deep breath before he begins.

"Sir, I'm sure by now you know just how much I care for your daughter, and if you don't, well… thing is I love her. Love her with all my soul and with your blessin', I want to ask her to spend the rest of our lives together.."

Your da raises an eyebrow. "Oh aye, is that so? An' would ya do right by her? 'Cos ya know if y'don't you'll have the whole clan comin down on ye like hellfire?"

"I know that and I will. She's my life now sir, couldn't love no one else more."

"Alright boy, but y'know we'll be watchin' ya."

He grins and raises his glass to Frank's own. "Well y'have my blessin', and I've no doubt she'll be happy wit ye."

Frank breathes out a solid sigh of relief and can't wait to tell you, to ask you to be his forever.

When he does it's a little bit more romantic than a toilet stall in the dancehall. He picks you up in his car the next evening. He's got the top down and is waiting next to the open passenger door as you step out of your house. You take his breath away every single time he sees you but tonight it's different, you no longer have to hide your love for each other. He takes your hand, takes all of you in, your dress, your hair, your beautiful smile. He knows he's a lucky man.

"Where are we going to baby?" You ask, but he only smiles and tells you to hold tight. You're curled around his arm the whole way as he drives you both to the hills outside of the city.

When he pulls up at a quiet parking spot you get out and can see the twinkle of the city lights below mirroring that of the starry sky. When you turn around to show your excitement he's pulling a hamper and blankets out of the trunk.

"Oh Frankie, this is so gorgeous! Thank you so much!" You squeal as you help lay out a blanket and he digs out some delicious treats, glasses, and a bottle of wine.

"Gorgeous spot for my gorgeous girl."

He opens the bottle then fills your glass and his own, and you raise them to clink and take a sip. He watches you looking out at the view, a mild breeze weaving through your hair. You're just sitting there and he almost can't believe how head over heels he is for you. Things could have turned out so differently but he's eternally grateful that they didn't.

When you turn to him you can't help but giggle at the insanely adoring way he's looking at you.

"What is it?" You smile, taking a bite from a plump red cherry.

Frank brings his hand up to the side of your face, his thumb passing lightly over your lips as you look up at him with your big eyes.

"God, I just…"

You tilt your head in curiosity as he reaches into the hamper for something, producing a small black box which he opens in front of you on bended knee. It's his mother's ring, a delicate and twisting precious metal band set with a small sparkling diamond glinting up at you.

"Oh Frank…" you gasp, any other words are lost in your surprise but he carries on.

"I love you baby, so goddamn much. And I know I asked you before but I'm askin' you now, proper. Your da gave me his blessing and I'm hopin' that you will too… please say yes darlin' and marry me? I've wanted to be yours since the first damn time I saw you. What do you say? Talk to me baby, don't leave me hangin' like this!"

Your hands come up to frame his face and you kiss him over and over and over as you answer an excited 'yes!' between every one. He's laughing with a smile so big as you hold out your hand for him to gently take the ring and slip it on your finger where it fits perfectly.

You kiss him again, this time it's slow and lingering on the lips and he wraps you up in his embrace as he deepens it, laying you down on the blanket underneath him. Your fingers slide into his hair and his hands squeeze the roundness of your ass eager to feel each other as your kisses become more heated and desperate.

Your eyes meet. "I'm yours forever now, Frank, make me feel like it."

He wastes no time answering your request, running his hands over your body, nipping and kissing at your earlobe and just below as he caresses your breast, and you push your hips up against his moaning with pleasure. You slip a hand down to feel his hardening cock through his pants, frantically scrabbling to loosen his belt and free him as he curls his fingers around the waistband of your panties pulling them down, his lips almost never leaving your skin.

"Baby, baby… mm, goddamn you're so perfect for me." He murmurs and you let the night sky hear just how good he makes you feel as he slides his fingers through your slick folds, teasing at your clit with light strokes.

"Yeah, you like that, huh? That what you need?"

"Frank please, I can't wait! Just- I need you…" you plead, pressing your body up against him and stroking your soft hands up and down his erection to make sure he gets the message.

"Oh shiiiit… alright sweetheart, shh-shh. I got you, I got you…" he whispers against your skin as he pushes his pants down and your silky dress up, quickly rolling on a condom. He moans along with you as he finally sheaths his thick length inside where you need him the most. both of you gasp at the feeling. You claw at his shirt, pull him as close as you can when he starts to rock into you. Every thrust of his hips has you desperate for the next, you want him so deep so that you can feel him for days after this and you tell him so, driving him crazy and making him fuck you even harder.

"Anythin' you want, I'll give you anythin' love, just wanna see your pretty face when you come for me."

He wraps a strong hand under your thigh, pulling it up making you moan out again at the new delicious angle, arching underneath him as he draws back almost all the way out and then fills you back up again, taking you so easily to the edge of an earth shattering climax. His hand comes up to cradle your face, watching you, seeing the love he feels for you reflected in your beautiful eyes.

"Frankie, you're gonna make me-" As you approach the precipice, the only thing in your mind is that he's yours and you are his.

He seals his mouth over yours, tongue teasing against your own, your whimpers muted as he does all he can to make you fall apart, to pulse and clench around him, your vision whiting out with only this blissful sensation spreading through your body and the sound of his voice in your ears while he talks you through it.

"Yeah baby, that's it my sweet girl… god I love you so fucking much-"

You cry out to the stars as you share in this intimate moment, showering each other in endless, breathless declarations of love.

Epilogue

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def need some more perv!matt !! If u want to can u write some perv!matt x dom!reader ?

me and the devil

a/n: kinda related to my first fic but you can read it alone. pairing: matt murdock x gender neutral!reader word count: 930 warnings: 18+ warning, perv!matt, toy use, dom/sub themes, sub!matt, dom!reader, tonight you punish the devil

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The devil’s heart raced because of the situation. He could feel the blood go in and out of its chambers rapidly, anxiety creeping through his skin. He felt the way you pressed into his thighs, your hands gripping on through his clothes. You were giving him gentle kisses on his abdomen, soft pecks on his hard muscles. Your fingers wandered to the hem of his trousers, where the fabric meets skin. Your fingers drew circles on his pale skin teasingly. You slowly raised his shirt, slightly licking your way to his chest and his hard nipples. You licked them and you heard him moan. The trail your tongue was making finally led to his neck, where the stubble felt rough on your cheek.

“You’ve been unfair,” you whispered to his ear, giving it a teasing nibble. “Playing with yourself without me. What should I do about that?”

“Deal with it,” he said begrudgingly. You continued your back down, leaving his compression shirt bunched up to his chest. Your hands caressed his chest and played with his nipples. You added more pressure to them, giving them a little pinch.

“And let it slide? You think so little of me Matthew,” You palmed the tent forming in his pants. “Here’s what we’ll do, you’ll lay here while I deal with this.” His cock throbbed from your actions. You began to undress his pants, his cock standing hard all thick and big, the head pink from the torture. You began to lick the base of his dick, he closed his eyes as you licked up the shaft. You began to tease the tip, tracing your finger on the sensitive slit. The devil cursed, you took this as a sign to take the head in your mouth, letting saliva pool in your mouth. You took him deeper, your nose hitting the base of his center, all seven inches in your throat. He places his hands on your hair to form a better grip on you. You quickly pinned them down to his sides.

“No, love, your hands stay here, at your side. You’re not allowed to touch me,” he cursed from your order. You went back to sucking his dick, not forgetting to fondle with his balls. His body began to tense, his hands gripping onto the sheets, his teeth sinking into his lip. Your grip on his dick started to tighten. “No, no, no, Matt, loosen up I’m not letting you cum unless I say so.”

He tried to plead, calling The Father and The Son’s name. There was no god in these four corners tonight. No angel will come down to strike you, because tonight you had the devil in your hands, and he's here for you to punish. You let out his cock drenched in spit, the head leaking a white substance. Tonight you are to offer something to the devil, not yourself, no, he doesn’t deserve that yet.

“Do you trust me?” you asked, he nodded in return. Behind your jeans pocket was a small black object, around three and a half inches or so. It was made with silicone and a silver button attached to its end. The devil could hear you lube the object in your hands.You began to draw circles around the rim of his hole teasing it. He began to whimper, a moaning mess in front of you. With your left hand you gripped his cock, your thumb resting on the wet tip, your other hand holding the black object, slowly inserting it in his hole. You could feel a resistance from the contracting muscle. You whispered some comfort to him, telling him to relax. The object began to go inside him smoothly.

You continued to suck his dick afterwards, your arm gently pushing the object in and out. You could feel his cock throb more. He was fighting the urge to moan wherein the neighbors could hear. You pressed on the silver button once, he let out a strong moan, his forehead drenched in sweat. Tears start to pool from his eyes as you click on the button two more times, the vibrations of the object pulsating through his core.

“I, fuck, I need to cum, please let me cum,” he begs. You tell him a little bit more, you’re not done with him yet. He curses, in his mind the devil was in heaven, the pleasure both good and bad. He jolts from the sudden thrust you made with the vibrator, you must have hit the right spot. You released his cock from your mouth and quickened the pace the vibrator had in his hole, your other hand quickly stroking his red leaking cock.

“Do you want to cum now?” you said teasingly.

“Yes, please, I need to, so bad.” He was shaking at this point. You started to stroke the sensitive head of his cock. The vibrator still pressing into his sensitive spot.

“Let go then,” as if those words were a switch, the devil’s body began to contract. The word fuck spoken repeatedly as thick spurts of cum shot from his cock. Your hand and his abdomen covered in the warm fluid. His moans turned growls and died softly as he rode his climax. You turned off the vibrator while slowly pulling it out. He looked like a mess, covered in both sweat and cum. You licked the cum from your hands as you laid next to him, his arm wrapped around your waist. He snuggles himself in your body giving thanks.

“I need you to do that to me again.”

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Good Choice (Without Him Part Two) - m. murdock x reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Warnings: angst, happy ending, cursing, pregnancy

Word Count: 1,814 words

Summary: Matt and Reader find common ground regarding their child and future.

Part One Masterlist

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"Ms, L/N. You are having a beautiful baby boy. " Your doctor speaks in a soft gentle tone as her hand glides the ultrasound device across your protruding stomach. Tears welled as you looked at Foggy who was holding your hand with an intense stare on the monitor. A smile washes over his face as the doctor confirms what we suspected.

A boy. Smiling widely at the monitor looking at your precious baby, warmth filled your heart. Thoughts of baby cuddles, taking him to the park, good field trips, sports, all the potential memories but none have him in them. You thought you'd never regret leaving him after what he did with her but all you want now is for him to hold you, not Karen, Not Foggy. But the father of your child.

Karen and Foggy have been taking turns for doctors' appointments, despite your protests, eager to be with their niece or nephew. Despite not being blood-related, you all were family.

"I know it's been rough for you these last few months between him and this baby. Just know I am always one call away, even if it's just to talk no matter how small. The next three 9months are going to be scary, but worth it in the end. " Your doctor smiles gently, making you nod a 'yes' knowing you'd never take her offer. "Well, I'm all done here. Imma get Rachel to draw up those discharge papers and get out of your hair. Keep taking good care of her, Fog. She needs it. Extra rest, stop stressing the baby." She says with a wide smile as she waves goodbye, closing the door on her way out.

Foggy wipes your stomach with the rag provided to remove the goop from the machine and sticks his hands out, which you take and allow him to pull you up. He grabs your underwear and pants, handing them to you before he stands by the door, facing away from you.

Reaching down with underwear in hand, you go to bend over before realization hits you. You can't.

"Uhm..Fog..I can't reach." When he turns, you are barely hunched over, belly blocking you from seeing your feet. Your best friend starts to laugh.

"Y/N, you look like the Hunchback from that Disney movie." He moves to grab your pants, holding them out.

"Shut up and help me!" You laugh, shaking your head. You sit back down on the bed, doing your best to cover yourself as he slips your underwear up to wear so you can reach them before quickly turning back around to face the opposite of you.

"Tell me when you're done." He says obviously.

"No. Imma tell you to turn around now to see my cooch, yes I will tell you when I'm done." Sarcasm drips from your words as a chuckle follows them.

"Between you and Matt, this kid is gonna be the definition of sarcasm." At the mention of him, everything comes crashing back down onto your happy moment.

Your feelings for Matt were still as strong as when you left, you hated him for what he did to your family. But your love for him was just as strong too. You couldn't let all that love go, so you focused on your son. But it was like being stranded at sea. Every time you think you're strong enough to do this and swim back to shore, another wave would snatch you up and take you away. Your love for him was drowning you and you fucking hated it. You shouldn't have any love for the bastard. You tell yourself as a memory of the night you think you become pregnant haunts. You both were filled with so much love and passion for each other.

Immediately, a tear runs down your face and you wipe it away. Pulling up your bottoms, you tap Fog with your foot.

"Can I get my pants?" He turns around and quickly wraps you in his embrace.

"I'm sorry I brought him up. But you have to talk to him at some point. This is his baby, too. He's begging Karen and me to give him information from the doctors, you, everything." Foggy pleads for the fifth time that week. You know he's right. Matt should be here for his son and he would if I let him. But letting him means letting him near you and you weren't ready for that.

"Would you drop this if I said I'd think about it?" Pulling back with his arms still holding your shoulders, he nods with a soft smile. "Okay now get my pants. Please, Karen has Chinese food with our names on it!" You say in a sing-song tone. Smiling he repeats what he did with your bottoms to your joggers, but instead of turning he pulls them up for you and slides your slides onto your feet before sticking his arm out to you.

"Come now Milady. Off we go!" He says as you take his arm. "Time to stuff our faces, nom nom nom!" He says in a gruff, raspy voice, using his hands to peck at your shoulders.

"You are so weird!" You say as you leave the doctor's office, heading home.

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Laughing, you push the door to Karen's apartment as Foggy holds the food behind you. Stepping into the apartment, you go straight to the bathroom, ready to pee on yourself. Closing the door, you hear Foggy say "the fuck" loudly before muffled voices.

Finished in the bathroom, you go back to the living room with food on your mind.

" I can't wait to dig into this Rangoon! I've been dreaming of it since last we- what the fuck?" Sitting beside Karen is Matt. Foggy is still standing but the food now rests on the coffee table between the group. Gritting your teeth, you shake your head. Unbelievable. You look over to Karen in disbelief.

"You let him in? Knowing we were on the way back? Fuck this." You turn to go to your room but am stopped by a hand on your arm. Lightning speed, you twist around with your hand raised ready to hit the man that caused you so much pain but stop when you see it just Foggy.

"I know this isn't how you wanted to do this and I promise we did not plan this! Right, Karen?"

"You know how I feel about this, Y/N. He just showed up and refused to leave. I didn't know what to do."

"Call the cops." You mutter under your breath. A sad smile finds its way to Matt's face. With a sigh, Matt stands up and turns in your direction before taking a step toward you. Silently, Karen nods to Foggy for them to leave, you wish they would stay but you let them go, knowing how awkward it is to see a couple, especially your friends, fighting. Or in our case, separating.

"I'm so sorry. And I'll always love you and want you. But, I'm not here to try to win you back. I know what I did was wrong and can never be forgiven, at least not for a while. I just want a chance to be a father to my child and if possible, your friend." Your eyebrow shot up at the word friend.

"Or just co-parents. I just want to be in their lives. Please." His voice is genuine, dripping with guilt, sadness, and even hurt. Seeing him like this kills you, but then flashes of him in Jen's bed pop into your head.

“How could you do this to me?” If it wasn’t for his super-hearing, Matt wouldn’t have heard you, you mustered the words. Hurt flashes across his face as his eyes soften, his hand flinches to reach for you but he decides against it as he drops his extended hand.

“There’s no excuse for what I did. I was drunk-”

“Oh, that lame-ass excuse! You just said you didn’t have any, but lied in the same breath.” You yell, shaking with anger.

“No! I’m just trying to explain what happened. Please just let me talk.” He begs, hands out open and waiting: an invitation, not a demand. Everything in you tells you to grab him and let him hold you, you need his comfort after months of doing this without him. But, you couldn’t break. However, you couldn’t keep Matt out of his child’s life. You take a deep breath, trying to calm down.

“G-Go ahead. Explain.” Your voice is shaking, you can tell if you're ready to cry or if you are angry. His begging eyes relax a little bit before glassing over with tears.

“I had too many drinks and I felt so out of place there. I was lonely and missing you. I was at the bar the next thing I know I was in someone else’s bed. I felt sick. I wanted to throw up. She woke up and I told her everything about us. We both got so drunk neither of us remember what happened. None of this is an excuse. I fucked up so bad and lost the best two things I ever had. Please give me a second chance, even as a co-parent. Just let me be in his life, p-please.” His voice cracks as a tear slides down his stubbled cheek.

Looking at his still-extended hand, you put yours in his. His eyes focus in on your general direction as a smile forms on his face.

“We can be friends. Friends are okay.” You whisper, happy tears rolling down your face.

“This baby will need us and I want us to do this together, even if we aren’t..together.” His face fell as you mentioned no longer being a couple. Maybe you two could grow to pass this, for your baby and each other.

“I can do friends.” He says. “Can friends hug?” He asks. Instead of answering you rush into his embrace. His warmth wraps around you as his scent fills your nostrils. He feels like coming home.

“I refuse to move and refuse to sleep on the couch so you can take your pick of the floor or couch.” You say into his chest, a low rumble coming from his chest as he laughs while his arms tighten around your waist, cradling your stomach with one hand.

“I missed you so much.” He mutters into your neck, feeling your skin against his.

“That’s not an answer.” Pulling back slightly, you look up at him. Annoyed, he huffs as he looks down at you.

“Couch.” He says making you smile at him.

“Good choice.” You beam as you snuggle back into his chest. You couldn’t help but love him. You knew you two weren't going to be friends forever, but your heart needed time, time to heal, time to forget.

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Sunlight || Part VII

Summary: frank gets some insight

Series Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical swearing, first time writing x reader, no use of y/n, no beta readers we die like ray nadeem

Pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

Authors Note: a short one so I can properly finish the last chapter

PROLOGUE/MASTERLIST || PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV || PART V || PART VI || PART VII || PART VIII

You blankly stared out at the fatherly love pouring from John Pilgrim as he held his sons to him in a hug that you knew was the most comforting thing those boys would ever feel.

The phantom itch of your own father's arms wrapping around you made your skin crawl knowing that it wasn't real and that you'd never feel that again. And not because of the John Pilgrim that was hugging his children in front of you, but a different, more deranged John Pilgrim that was still running around back in your dimension. A man with the same face and same voice.

"She refused any pain meds that would actually get rid of the pain so she's got a little relief and she's a bit loose-lipped." You heard distantly.

Amy sat down in front of you, blocking your view of John and you smiled warmly at her.

"Hey, baby." You said.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Better, now that I've got some more fluids in me." You look at the IV and blood bag sitting next to one another that was hooked up to you. "How about you? You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." You knew she was rattled but you also knew that she was a tough kid and that she needed a few night's sleep before she felt more at ease. "Frank's worried about you though. He's like a kicked puppy-"

"Hey." Frank interrupted, sitting down next to you and kicking Amy's legs. "It's rude to lie."

"Yeah, sure thing Pete." She retorted with a smirk.

She got up leaning down to give your arm a squeeze before walking away again.

"Are you saying you're not worried for me?" You teased, nudging him with your shoulder.

"As if you'd want me to be." He replied, nudging you back. "Can I ask you somethin'?"

"You saw me shove a knife into a man's throat, Frankie," You laugh, looking at him with that sweet smile. "You don't have to ask that anymore."

"Okay, fair enough." He chuckles before setting you with his own smile. "That thing you did. The Mississippi countin'. What was that?"

"Oh, that." You teeter back a little before settling with a small smile. "Jack Murdock, Matt's dad, taught me how to throw a proper punch when I was six when he saw what my older brothers were like. It wasn't his fault but it just encouraged me to get angry. Then when the accident with Matt happened, and I started having to look out for my younger brothers as well as my older brothers, I just got so goddamn angry." You paused, going to show him your right hand but forgetting about the bandages. "You can't see it but there's a small scar from where I knocked out the two front teeth of this kid that was picking on Matt. I was sick of being the one keeping my brothers safe for their sake and then getting in trouble, being told I should mind my own business."

"Yeah, that's bullshit." Frank said, bringing his arm to rest across your shoulders and bringing you into his side.

"Jack talked to my parents and convinced them to let him train me in boxing." You laid your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes.

"That's where those light feet come from." Frank joked, making you smile bashfully and turn your face into his neck briefly.

"Yeah. Before he died, he taught me to put a pin in my anger." You open your eyes again, looking down at the bandages on your hands. "Take as long as I need to count to three but I better have a lid on it by three Mississippi's or I'd get my head rung in."

"Was he ever wrong?"

"Nope."

"Hey." You jumped at Dinah sneaking up on you again. "Sorry."

"Nope, gotta get used to it." You said and she took the seat across from you that Amy had. "You good?"

"I should be asking you that." She replied, nodding down to your hands. "They say it's gonna be a few weeks before you can actually use your hands."

"Yeah, don't know how I'm gonna cook anything." You brought your bandaged hands up in front of your face, frowning at them and wincing when you tried to move them.

"Karen and I have been talking," She leaned forward on her elbows on her thighs, giving you a serious look. "We're all going to help you move in with me."

You drop your hands, eyes widening a fraction. "Dinah, no, you don't have to do that for me."

"You're not going to be able to take care of yourself during the day with Frank and Matt off at their jobs." She said, reaching out and taking a hold of your wrist.

"What, and you can?"

"I got a promotion recently so I can take some time and transfer it all to work from home and maybe have an odd office day." She squeezed your wrist slightly. "That way I can help you recover."

"Dinah, you don't know me."

"I know that those boys would still be in danger if it weren't for you." She said earnestly. "I'm not going to let you sleep on a couch while you're in recovery."

"But..." You stuttered, looking at Frank for a second before looking back at her. "I make them lunches. And Dinners."

Dinah pauses, giving you a look like she can't believe what just came out of your mouth.

"Why the hell are you making lunch and dinner for two grown men?"

"I'm Italian!" You whined, bringing your hands up. "It's what I do!"

"Hey," Frank squeezed you to his side and brought his mouth to your ear making you shiver. "Quit bein' so stubborn."

You sigh, finally relenting. "Fine."

"I'm also hiring you." She adds, standing up and smirking.

"Pardon?"

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 1 year

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Cookies for Santa

A/N: I know Christmas is over for some. I still have to write these.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

warning: children, talk of burning food, domestic fluff

Summary: Come on. We gotta leave some cookies for Santa.

Baking in the Murdock household was never neat. First time, his then girlfriend now wife, burned the cookies she baked. They were burned so much, she had to throw out the whole baking tray as they stuck to it. After this incident Matt stood by her for moral support and to smell when the cookies where ready.

You became better over the years. Still, the first time stuck to you like a chewing gum in hair. “Honey, be careful. We need that tray for Christmas. Or do you want to order take out like the last time?” You turned to your husband and stuck out your tongue. His smirk widened.

There was loud clanging in the kitchen followed by a high pitched “MOMMY!” You sighted and speed walked into the room. Pots, bowls and other cooking utensils lay around your four-year-old. With the same brown doe eyes as it’s fathers the child looked at you with despair in said eyes. “I can’t find the cookie cutters.” You sighted at the mess.

Leaning down you took the mixing bowl from your sons grasp and put it on the counter. “Yeah, I put them on the upper cabinet because there was more room than down here.” Your son huffed before standing up. He walked over to his step stool and pulled it in front of the counter. In the meantime you put everything in their respective place.

“Mommy, what comes first.” Mike looked at you with eggs and flour in his hand. You cursed Matt genes for your child being so fast and quiet. You pulled both ingredients from his hands and but them next to the bowl. “Did you wash your hands?” Your son only smiled impishly. “Go wash your hand, you little mudlark.” Mike giggled as he climbed down his stool and dragged it to the kitchen sink.

Meanwhile Matt sat at your living room couch holding your daughter to his chest. She grunted and gurgled as she moved in her father’s arms. “Yeah, mommy is really stressed right now. Your big brother is giving her a hard time. Will you do the same when you start to help her with baking too?” The baby grunted at him. “Thought so. You are your mother’s daughter. No devil inside you like your brother and old man.” She gurgled as if she was agreeing to what he is telling her.

After two hours of watching your son and the cookies you sat down with a big groan. Matt chuckled as you curled into his side. “I swear he gets sneakier every year. And you swear you weren’t training him some of your ninja tricks?” Matt chuckled again, “You know, sweetheart. If the kid wants to play ninja I have to teach him some tricks.” You huffed out in annoyance. “Sorry.” Your husband kissed the crown of your hair.

Matt heard small crunching from the kitchen. He nudged you to sit up and take your daughter from his arm. You took her gladly missing cuddling with her. With soundless steps Matt made his way around the counter and saw Mike munching on a cinnamon star. The boy didn’t realize his father was there till he was in his arms.

Mike squealed and laughed as Matt threw him over his shoulder and carried him over to the couch. “Mommy! Help!” Mike was threshing in Matt’s arms as the later tickled the small waist of his son. You can’t eat all the cookies. Come on. We gotta leave some cookies for Santa.” The little boy giggled as he was held like his baby sister in his father’s arms. “But they are sooooooo good.” With a dramatic gesture Mike showed his father how much he loved the cookies.

Matt just shook his head as he listened to his son’s antics. You sighted next to him before laying your head on your husband's shoulder. “Please let the sugar rush lead to him falling asleep.” Matt chuckled. Before you knew it both children were sound asleep and snoring softly.

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brianwashere · 2 years

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Hi, I'm sure you're tired of hearing from me😔 but: Son!reader comes home from school hiding a black eye and a busted lip... or at least he tries. Dad!Matt finds out it was a bully that Son!reader has had problems with for several months now and the teachers have done nothing. Matt tries to talk with the teachers themselves but are like "well we haven't seen anything so we can't do anything" Matt decides to have a "talk" with this bully... in his red suit.

Ok so I didn’t see this request til today and so idk how recent it was but I just want you to know that I don’t get tired of requests! I love hearing other peoples’ ideas!

Pairing: Matt Murdock x son!reader

Genre: fluff(?) it’s family stuff

Summary: go to ask

Tw: blood, indirect threats, violence, bullying

A private affair

It was an average day at school, a good one even. You had aced a quiz you’d been stressing about, you made weekend plans with your friends, and you even considered it the best day of the month. That was until Jordon Dempsey decided to put the “Hell” into “Hell’s Kitchen”.

After saying bye to your friends you had started walking home. Jordon and his stupid goons ambushed you as soon as you turned the corner. So now you have a shining black eye and a fresh busted lip.

You knew the inevitable was going to happen, dad would find out. Then he’d go to the school board, then it’d come out that you were a snitch, then you’d get bullied even more.

Perfect.

You wiped the blood from your lip, furrowed your brow, and kept walking. God, you fucking hated bullies. You crossed the street to your complex.

‘Ok if dad’s home I’ll wipe as much blood off as I can now. Then I’ll make a mad dash to the bathroom and lock myself in there until I patch myself up.’

You pushed the glass door to the complex open and took a deep breath.

So maybe he was over reacting. But how would you feel if your son—your pride and joy—came home with nasty fresh wounds that he was trying to hide? Matt smelled the metallic scent as soon as you opened the door to the apartment complex.

He opened the door right before you grabbed the handle. The smell of blood wafted into his face. Time froze for a few seconds. He heard your heartbeat speed up. Then you tried to book it past him to the bathroom, but he grabbed your waist. You had tried to struggle but considering he was around three times your age and at least twice your size (and Daredevil), he easily overpowered you and carried you to the kitchen. Yes, carried. Despite your kicking and struggling.

Matt sat you down and you knew to stay put. He opened the cabinet and took down the first aid kit. You started formulating your excuse.

‘I was hit with a baseball at school—yeah that’ll work.’

He spoke first.

“So, mind telling me why you’re bleeding from your lip and have a black eye?” He said calmly as he got out disinfecting wipes.

“How do you know about the black eye?“ you mumbled.

You knew the answer. You learned about his hero escapades about a year ago when he stumbled through the fire escape battered and bruised. A woman showed up soon after and fixed him up. She just looked at you with pity.

“I can smell the burst blood vessels.” He replied simply. “Didn’t answer my question.”

“I…got hit with a baseball.” You cursed the wobble in your voice.

“Must be some baseball if it hit your eye and busted your lip. Wanna try again?” Matt hummed and handed you an ice pack.

You put it on your eye and looked up at your dad. He had his ‘I’m disappointed that you’re not telling the truth’ look on.

“…bully.” You mumbled.

Matt stopped his work.

“You have a bully?” He put on a cool facade, but you could tell he was seething. “What’s his name?”

You went quiet for a few seconds.

“Jordon Dempsey.”

Matt sighed.

“Does he do this often?” He asked.

You shrugged.

“He says I’m weak. Maybe he’s right. I couldn’t even fight back.” It was true, you could barely put up a fight against them.

Matt grabbed your shoulders and leveled with your eyes. You stared at his red lenses.

“Listen here. You’re a Murdock. You know what my grandma would say? ‘Stay away from those Murdocks; they got the devil in them.’ You have enough fight to put the fear of God into them. You are a Murdock.” He was serious.

You’ve heard about your grandfather before. The fights he won. How he payed the price just to make Matt proud.

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Matt wasn’t going to let this ‘Jordon Dempsey’ get away with it. He had scheduled a meeting with the principal.

He was told nothing could be done about it. He was shaking with rage. He decided to take matters into his own hands.

The kid was out tonight, hanging out with his friends. He had left them a few minutes ago and started walking home.

Matt jumped down from the roof to the fire escape then in front of the kid. He yelped in surprise.

“Hey, don’t freak out. I’m just an ordinary hero.” Matt said pitting his hands up.

“Y-you’re Daredevil.” Jordon sputtered.

“Yeah kid, I am. Walk with me.”

Jordon followed without a second thought.

“I wanted to talk to you, face to face.” He started.

“What do you wanna talk to me about?” Jordon asked.

“You’ve been pretty cruel to some people. To some people who don’t deserve it. And I just hate a bully.” Matt clenched his fists to reiterate his point.

“You’re not a bully, are you, Jordon?” He asked.

“N-no, Mr. Daredevil sir.” Jordon’s heart rate increased.

“That’s good. Now I suggest getting back home before it gets dangerous out here.” He growled.

The kid ran with speed that would make lightning jealous.

Matt sighed. Ok so maybe this was slight abuse of power, but it’s not like he’d do it again. He just wants his boy to be happy.

‘God, when did I turn into my father?’ Matt asked himself as he headed towards his next fight.

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Holding pt 3

(Here for part 1-2)

Matt murdock x reader (angst)

Summary: A little talk with the right man ends up revealing more than the necessary information.

(I pushed myself to give it more action and context, so forgive me if the timeline is not quite accurate for season 3. There's a lot of mention of catholic related topics too if you're not comfortable with that . Either way hope you enjoy it and thanks for all the support ❤️✨️)

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It didn't take much time for the announcement of the release of the Kinpin to become all journals headlines.

As I go down my building heading for work, the first thing I notice are the newspapers laying downstairs the entry.

"FEDERAL COURT HEARS FISK APPEAL"

I stare dumbfounded.

Even if I have promised myself to keep my distance from Matt, I immediately feel the urge to go and find him as I'm more than aware of all the trouble this criminal has brought upon the devil of Hells kitchen and the place itself.

I look at my phone. It's almost six in the morning. I still have time before heading down the veterinary.

I'm unsure where to go first as he would surely no longer be at the Law Firm. Even my instinct to give Foggy a call is quickly refrained as I remember what he told me about our last talk.

What have you gotten yourself into this time, Matty.

Suddenly, I hear the usual resounding ring from the church's bells down the drive. From both corners of the sidewalk, I see small groups of people enter the place, the usual morning crowd.

How didn't I think about it before

Before I can lose more time, I run down the street, calling the closest taxi.

....

"As we say this, we bless ourselves three times by making a small cross on our-"

Clinton Church wouldn't exactly be the first place most people would go to if they were in the search of a devil dressed like a vigilante, yet as soon as I timidly open its door, the familiar incense smell and gothic columns reassure me that I've come to the right place.

As I come in, I quickly go sit on one of the empty seats from the back. Father Lantom has already started the mass.

I can not let myself but let a small smile leave my lips. It's been such a long time since I've last been here.

While vaguely hearing the Father talk, memories of long ago lived moments fill through my mind. Small snippets of my old life.

“May almighty God bless you, the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.”

I raise my head up when I hear the priest pronounce his final lines. This was it.

Thankfully, not many people want to talk to him this morning, as most leave or simply stay in the right corner where the prayer candles softly illuminate the walls. I get lost for a moment, staring at the wavy shadows.

“Aren't they pretty... Some may take them as nothing else than silly good omens, but I'd rather see them as a representation of hope. People always need hope...."

I turn around, noticing Father Fantom looking at me curiously. I'm quite surprised he has noticed me. He invites me to sit down.

"I wasn't expecting to see you this morning miss (y/n), ” he chuckles slightly, "A bit late to mass although"

"I... I don't want to take too much of your time sir, but I need to know if you've well-," I try to smile, feeling quite vulnerable all out of the sudden "Seen or heard anything about Matt"

His face suddenly turns more serious, yet he barely looks surprised.

Is it this obvious

"That may depend on your own answer, miss.. I haven't seen you in quite a long time"

I nod, understanding his peak in curiosity.

"I know...." I look down the floor. "It's not like him and me are exactly on talking terms neither"

"(Y/n)... Matthew came here late last night searching for some answers , " he stares at the statue of Jesus placed beside the altar. "These are difficult times for him.. He needs some guidance..."

Father Lantom sighs softly as he shakes his head

"And some hope too....and I'm not just necessarily talking about his extracurricular activities...."

"I understand that." I nod sternly, knowing that something was different from his last visit. "But I'm not sure I'm in the best position to be of any help, neither ."

Im not sure why Im being so open with him, but I guess the serious yet caring tone of Father Lantom invites me to be more honest. I continue talking

"I'm not sure if I'm strong enough"

He gently gives me a tap on the shoulder.

"I'm not requesting you to forgive him (y/n)... that's an answer only your heart can give..." He tries to keep a reassuring tone, "I just worry of what he may push himself to do"

Suddenly, the silence of the church feels heavier. I rethink of the news. It just clicks in my head

"Don't tell me.... Don't tell me he wants to take care of Fisk on his own "

"He didn't mention-.."

But I interrumpt him, understanding now Matt's logic. His anger, his guilt.

I get it just.. just why

"No.. He can't .. he can not do that.... He.."

"This city is already dangerous as it is (y/n)." Father Lantom looks at me with worry. He seems to have understood my own intentions, too. "It's not the time to play even more precarious games right now"

But I can't. I need to stop him before it's too late.

I look at my phone again. It's already eight.

Guess I better call off sick

"I gotta go"

I immediately jump on my feet. I give a last look to Father Lantom and the candles.

If everything ends up all right, I may give a chance to one of those.

"(y/n)!"

I hear his call, but I decide to ignore him as I step outside. I cannot wait.

There was no time to lose.

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missvelvetsstuff · 1 year

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Guarded Heart

Bucky Barnes x Reader

MobAu

Summary: Y/N is the daughter of a powerful mob boss who only cares about her horses and making it to the Olympics but her father expects her to marry an equally powerful boss to help strengthen his business. Bucky is looking for a wife to help his business and give him an heir but already has a long term girlfriend, Natasha.

Chapter 16

Warnings: swearing, angst

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As all the guests were arriving at the Barnes townhouse, Y/N held court in George's office. First speaking to Wanda and Pietro when they arrived. Steve and Sam helped him up the stairs. He had been shot in the thigh but was expected to make a full recovery. His doctors weren't pleased that he insisted on checking himself out of the hospital but there was nothing they could do.

They also spoke with Loki and George separately. She was trying to get a bead on where everyones heads were to help work out what comes next.

When the food arrived, Y/N sat at one end of the Barnes formal dining room table, Pietro to her right and Wanda to her left. At the other end is George Barnes with Bucky on his right, Steve on his left and Sam next to Steve. Filling the rest of the seats are Tony Stark with Happy and Rhodey, plus Loki, Hela, Val and Heimdal. Yelena was still in bad shape but insisted on being there. Attorney Matt Murdock sat quietly observing and taking notes.

While everyone ate the conversation was casual, catching up with associates that hadn't been together in a non violent situation in a long while. It was a bit stilted since everyone had the coming discussion in mind, trying to figure out how to keep their advantages while working with former rivals.

Once the dessert, brandy and coffee had been served George spoke up.

"I want to thank everyone here for coming tonight and more importantly for your help in the mess that Pierce and Dreykov created. We are stronger when we work together and keeping that in mind I am proposing new alliances to strengthen the old ones."

He looked at his son, then to Y/N, who nodded subtly.

"Right. I want to announce the merging of the Barnes and Y/L/N families. Y/N and my son James will marry in one month."

George watched his son as he made the announcement and Bucky went from surprised to delighted to confused.

Tony protested "Wait a damn minute, George. You expect her to honor her agreement after everything that has happened and the reality that your son shares a good portion of the blame for everything she's lost?

I don't know if I can allow that to happen."

Y/N kept her feelings closer to the vest, revealing nothing. She was still wary about trusting Bucky but she wasn't prepared to handle her fathers entire empire on her own and she trusted George. She also felt she could trust Steve in a pinch.

"Tony, Tony" she tried to stop him. When he looked at her he saw the resolve in her eyes "I know you're trying to look out for me but I already agreed to move forward with the marriage. I can't, I don't want to do this alone. I would much rather be spending time with my horses than all this mess. Bucky can run the business so that I'm only needed occasionally."

Tony shook his head "But what about-"

She smiled softly at him. "I've looked at all the angles and this is the least disagreeable way to keep the business going and have a little bit of a life separate from it. It'll be ok. I'll be ok" she said firmly.

Loki looked at her, concerned. He knew Thor's death hit her harder than she was willing to admit. When she returned his gaze he raised his eyebrows in question, was this really what she wanted to do? "Y/N? Are you sure about this, love? Heimdal and I would be happy to help you until you are ready to stand on your own."

Y/N smiled at Loki "I know and your friendship means the world to me but you've lost important members of your family because of me. I couldn't ask for anything else from you."

Loki shook his head "You didn't ask, I'm offering"

"I know but I also know you have some reorganizing to do yourself. Don't worry, I'll call if I need you. I promise."

Loki sighed "Very well but if I find out you're having trouble and you don't call me, we're going to have a problem"

She nodded in response.

Bucky finally remembered how to talk and had to throw in his 2 cents. "Wait, I never agreed to anything."

Y/N smirked at him "Of course you did. We both signed a contract that included marriage. I know everything has been chaotic but it hasn't been that long. We might need to tweak it a bit but it's still binding. Unless you aren't a man of your word" she looked at him with her eyebrow raised, questioning.

Bucky stuttered under her gaze "N-N-No! I am a man of my w-word. I just, you, but we-" he stopped to take a breath and gather his thoughts. "We need to speak privately. After this meeting." And sat back, arms crossed, face stoic except for the slight up turn at the corners of his mouth and a twinkle in his eyes.

Y/N nodded "Good. Now, Loki has agreed to take Yelena in on a probationary basis, once she's fully healed of course. She risked her life to give us information on Dreykovs plans which helped us take him down so we believe she deserves a chance. One chance" she looked at Yelena seriously, who nodded in response.

"Now, about dividing Pierce's territory...."

They spent 5 hours at that table, arguing over who would control what as the available territory was divided. Finally in the wee hours of the night an agreement was reached. No one was really happy but that's how compromises usually work.

Y/N was starting to feel the strain of being up for so long. She was still recovering from the loss of her arm and the grief from losing Thor was trying to push past the walls she had built up in recent days.

Bucky noticed that she was wobbling, straining to hold herself up at the table and he spoke up

"I think we need to call it a night." He glanced at his watch "It's past 3am and none of us have slept much in the last few days."

Everyone nodded and grumbled but Loki had one more concern "Does anyone know what happened to Zemo?"

Y/N roused for a moment "You guys lost Zemo?" She shivered "But he's vile. Might come after me, he never got over being dumped. I-"

Bucky shook his head "We will get him and Y/N, I promise I will keep you safe."

Everyone said their goodbyes and made to leave as Bucky helped Y/N upstairs. She was almost falling asleep as they walked up the stairs. He helped her get comfortable in his bed and tucked her in, kissed her on the forehead and whispered. "I promise I'll keep you safe."

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Three days later. Y/N still hadn't had a talk with Bucky. Every time he was around she went to his bedroom and locked the door, refusing to even acknowledge anyone who tried to speak with her.

Y/N had barely left Bucky's bedroom, leaving him with the lumpy fold out sofa in the den. She slept most of the time or would just lay there staring at the ceiling. Even her mother couldn't get her to eat much.

Today she had to get up. Today was Thor's funeral. The thought of it made her feel sick and she couldn't keep anything down at all that day.

She just went through the motions. Dressed up in a black dress with a matching veiled hat and black pumps she looked in the mirror and told herself. She could do this, she tried to convince the tired woman who she barely recognized.

The cemetery was crowded with cars, mostly black SUV's. There were so many people Y/N felt lost, gripping her mother's arm tightly. She was still unable to process the grief, the ache from losing Thor too fresh in her mind.

Bucky came up to her other side and gently rested his hand on her back, relieved that she didn't shrug him off this time. He guided them towards the grave site and was relieved when he saw Loki speaking quietly with his sister, Hela.

Loki saw them coming and excused himself from Hela to greet Y/N. "Y/N? Love? Are you alright?" He pulled her into his arms but she stood their stiffly, not returning his hug.

He pulled back to look at her face and she nodded woodenly, whispering "I'm fine" as tears welled up in her eyes.

Loki led her to the front row of seats and sat her down next to him, her mother and Bucky on her other side.

Bucky sat next to Y/N for the service, holding her flesh hand with his vibranium one. When the casket was being lowered she squeezed his hand and he gently returned it, so she knew he was there.

Her shoulders were shaking with the sobs she was trying to hold in but it all became too much and she couldn't anymore. Loud, gut wrenching sobs broke through and she couldn't stop them.

Y/N felt like her heart had been ripped from her chest and there was nothing left but emptiness. Thor had been by her side for years, starting as her trainer then friend then blossoming into something neither one of them wanted to deny, even though they knew the risks. No one knew her like he had and that loss felt like more than she could bear after everything else.

Y/N collapsed next to Thor's grave "N-n-no, I c-can't leave him here. It's t-too cold in the ground. Please don't make me leave him alone. I can't." She looked up at Bucky as he sat on the ground next to her "please, Jamie. Don't make me" she fainted and fell into his arms.

Chapter 17

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The Ashes In My Wake

Fandom: MCU

Characters/Pairings: the dark vigilante side of Matt Murdock x female!reader (past relationship)

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Corruption is a matter of time and circumstance, and those with power are most susceptible to it.

Content Warnings: NON-CON sexual situation, vaginal fingering, and I really do mean the dark vigilante side of Matt Murdock - the devil in daredevil

Additional Notes: Written for the week one @the-slumberparty game. The generator gave me POWER AND CORRUPTION for theme and MAFIA for setting. Reader is engaged to a mafia man. The title comes from Asronist's Lullabye by Hozier, the idea of an arsonist hitting with me when we look at the things that seem to burn down around/in the wake/because of Daredevil and the scene in 1.05 where he compares how he "sees" things to seeing fire.

Abundant amounts of pink and purple roses, hydrangeas, peonies, proteas, anemones, tiger lilies, and foxglove amongst luscious branches of eucalyptus. You buried your face again in the soft petals, inhaling deeply, then sat back straight in front of your mirror to admire them, a smile on your face.

As you put the lid back on your jar of night crème, you see the reflection of your drapes flit behind you, a soft spring breeze brushing through the room. You stand and readjust the tie of your short silk robe.

When you turn around, your heart races, surprised to see a man in red leather from head to toe – truly from head to toe with him wearing a type of horned helmet mask – leaning up against the frame of the window, as casually as if he’d been there for the last twenty minutes, though you know he hasn’t been.

You steel yourself, his infamy preceding him, and say, “I suppose I shouldn’t be that shocked to receive a visit from you, given who I’m in a relationship with.”

The man in front of you, for better and worse, a high body count in his wake if the rumors really are true, is on a mission to rid what he thinks is his city of any crime syndicates, and the man whose engagement ring adorns your finger is the son and heir to his father’s mafia enterprise.

“He has you in a diamond necklace.”

“What? Were you expecting leather cuffs?”

He smirks. “What’s the difference?”

“You seem to like leather.”

“I hear it makes me look good.”

“Clever,” you remark, a smirk on your lips as well. “So, you know he’s not here tonight.”

“I had to see for myself,” his tone darker.

“You’re clearly disappointed.” You narrow your eyes. “But why does the devil of Hell’s Kitchen have any expectations for me to disappoint at all?”

“Why are you doing this?”

You step slowly closer to him, cautious. “Tell me why I owe you any explanation.”

“You can do better.”

“Maybe I was tired of better. Maybe I decided I wanted easy. Besides, some of this is so much better.”

“You don’t believe that.”

You take the final step into his space, and tentatively reach out to touch his chin, just a shade of stubble where his helmet leaves the bottom of his face exposed. He stands up straight, closing in on you. He brings his hand up and traces his fingers along the diamond necklace and then your collar bone, and even though it’s been years, your body could never forget the feel of his hands on your skin.

“Damn you, Matt Murdock,” your voice is shaky. “Of course, you’re the vigilante.” You try to step away, but he grips your wrist and pulls you back hard against his chest. “No, he may be cruel and corrupt out there, but he treats me like a queen.”

While his one hand maintains a grip on your arm, the other hand is suddenly a soft caress over your cheek, a whisper down your neck, and a whimper falls from your lips as it drops to caress your breast.

Your head falls forward to rest on his shoulder. “Please don’t.”

But that’s the trouble with Matt Murdock: he never knows when to stop. You learned that in law school.

“You’re in the DA’s office, and you’re in his pocket.”

“You are far from innocent, Murdock,” you retort, trying to pull away again.

“You never called me Murdock.” He doesn’t let go, but turns and thrusts you up against the wall, pressing his hard body immediately into you, but only covering half your body with his. “But you’ll use my name again tonight,” he says, pushing your robe open and tearing away your panties. You try to push his hands away, but he pushes both your arms above your head, and pins your wrists there with one hand.

“No, Matt.” You won’t make yourself pathetic or beg, surely, he won’t cross this line.

But he does.

He wedges your legs apart and his fingers delve for your core, fingers that memorized every weakness, and your traitorous body remembers the feel of his touch there as well, too soon becoming slick for him as he starts circling your clit.

And he is in no hurry to end your torture – torture because this used to be your heaven, but now every sensation is hell. He’s trying to a punish you, but you don’t feel you’ve done anything wrong.

Your chest heaves against his, but he only pushes more of his weight into you. His finger moves from your clit into your slick folds, and he slips one finger into your vagina. “Still tight for me,” he whispers.

“Not for you.”

“We’ll see about that.”

He adds a second finger and begins thrusting with vigor now, on a mission to prove you wrong.

You can’t help the whimper. You hate this pleasure, and your frustration forces hot tears down your cheeks, but you bite your lip to try to control as much as you can.

He begins to curl his fingers inside your cunt, and you both know when he finds the spot that will make you shatter for him because your breath hitches and your hips buck. He smiles against your neck and nips there lightly. He won’t leave a mark, but he will play your body for everything he can.

His thumb aggressively circles your clit now as you begin to clench around his fingers, and he knows it will be only another moment under his relentless ministrations now. You know it, too, feeling the muscles and nerves tense in your body, pulsing from your core, until–

“There it is,” he murmurs, cheek to cheek, and then he abruptly pulls away, releasing your body, and you stumble forward. Your left arm reaches back to steady yourself against the wall, and your right arm quickly pulls your robe closed.

He’s already moving to slip through your open window.

“He’s never made me cry like that, Murdock,” you say, and now your words make him halt.

His head drops almost imperceptibly.

It’s not enough for true remorse.

“Just never come back.”

He does nod, and then he steps over the windowsill and out of this horrific moment.

At least you knew the self-righteous Matt Murdock was never one to break his word.

You fiercely brush away the tears on your face and go to draw a bath. While the tub fills, you move back into your room and retrieve the scraps of fabric, then use the flame from one of your candles to burn the panties over the toilet and flush the ashes away.

You won’t tell your man what happened, but you do know when he comes home to your bed tonight, he’ll put you back together, worshipping you as his queen, murmuring praises across your skin and drawing true pleasure from you to erase the sins of the devil who had tried but failed to ruin you.

And when the time came, you would take your own vengeance.

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The Devils Are Caught In Red Strings || Chapter 2: Cut Man & Specter

-Matt Murdock x Parker!OFC-

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♡Series Summary: Childhood friendships are a sacred thing... But so are secrets. This story revolves around a girl named Anya Hughes, an attorney by day and a vigilante by night. Join her into the struggles she’ll face, like her path coming back to haunt her, then facing a man who holds all the power, all while she develops a crush on her close friend. How long can she take all this until she falls apart? ♡

♡Chapter Summary: Anya and Matt make a near fatal error while trying to do their own missions, and they find an unlikely ally when they need saving themselves. ♡

♡Date: 12/20 ♡

♡Rating: Explicit ♡

♡Word Count: 11,757 (Another Long One, ya'll) ♡

♡Warning: Spoilers for the show; Canon Typical Violence; Blood and Injury; Strong Use of Language; Vomiting; Poorly Executed Fighting Scenes; Near Death Experiences; Talks of Murder and Murdering; Possible Medical Inaccuracies; Use of Pet Names; Constant Bickering; (Unknowingly) Enemies to Lovers; Talks of Child Abuse; Brief Session of Torturing; Claire Needs A Vacation; Jack Murdock is MVP here; Matt and Anya Are In The Wrong and Right; Poorly Translated Spanish Via Google (Let me know if I missed anything). READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! ♡

♡A/N: Sorry this took so long! I got stuck editing some of my other stories, and trying to decided where this chapter should go. I originally was just going to have Anya be looking for Matt, but decided against it when didn't know how to execute it. So hopefully this was the smart route to go. I also I'm just going to write Matt's name anytime he shows up on page as the masked man since all you readers know who he is (it's going to be easier to read this way too). Enjoy! ♡

-21 Years Ago-

Everything that has happened in Hell’s Kitchen while he’s lived here, Jack Murdock never expected something like this. There were too many police and fire truck sirens for his liking. Too many people gathered around. Too many stray cars clustered together. His heart sank because he knows this route and he knows the time. The time was twenty minutes after school, and the route led back to his apartment. The route and time were giving him anxiety.

His mind wandered to the kids. The very thought made his throat dry.

No. They have to be alright. But it hurt so much to even say that.

But as he maneuvered around the cars, in the distance he saw a glimpse of familiar pigtails and sped up. He rudely told everyone to move, brushing past them with a bit of brute force. He needed to see this. He needed to see if–

Scared green eyes meet his blues.

“Anya! Sweetheart, are you okay?” He calls out, but her frazzled expression as she hovers over the body of her friend.

His son.

“Matty! Matty!” He yells, dropping his bag and practically falling apart next to his son. “Matty! No, no, no! Just… Just don’t move!” His head snapped up in every direction it could just as the young girl started to ball. “Somebody get us some help!”

Matt shook at his father’s touch, confused, dazed. “D-Dad… Ann… what happened?”

“Matty, it’s gonna be alright. Just don’t move. Don’t move, okay?”

“What happened?”

Jack blinked at the question, oblivious himself as he started looking around again for more answers. He found none. “Anya?” He begins, getting her attention. “What happened, sweetheart?”

Her lip quivered. “M-Matt… h-he…”

“Your boy–” An older man calls out behind them as he’s being helped up. “He pushed me out of the way. He saved my life.”

Matt starts coughing, and squirms uncomfortably. “Dad… it burns.” He cries, eyes shut as he starts clawing at his lids.

The seasoned Murdock looked beyond his kid, and that’s when he noticed the many barrels of toxic chemicals lying outside a truck, some spilling out into the street. He came to a haunting realization.

He faces the little girl he could consider his own. “Did any…?”

Anya processed what he was implying in a few seconds, before shaking her head ‘no’. A small wave of relief washed over him before morphing back into major concern.

“Close your eyes, Matty.” Jack says, as he takes his sleeve and tries to wipe any excess liquid away.

“Dad!” His son wails.

“Close your eyes.”

“Dad! Dad!”

“Close your eyes.”

“Dad. Dad. Dad. I-I c-can’t see.” The little croak, before his dad gently picks him up, cradling him close. “I can’t see. I can’t see! I can’t see!”

-Present Day-

“I can’t see!” Anya cries, clawing at her burning eyes.

This wasn’t how this night was supposed to go. She was just going to do her usual business. Find information that could connect all the dots, a mission that was supposed to in-and-out, but…

No. Why would it be that easy?

She heard him coming, even smelled his axe body spray before he even arrived; Anya was just going to leave him be, slowing her heart rate down so he could barely hear it himself. But that was another no. Somehow she ended up getting caught up in whatever he was doing, before it all descended into a blur.

So now they’re here, laying in a dumpster somewhere in Hell’s Kitchen, hurt and blinded.

Ugh… I should have just gone to Josie’s with Foggy. She mentally curses, hands reaching out to find something, anything to hold onto that wasn’t open air.

“Hey, no-eyes?” She said, trying to hear out the ear that wasn’t ringing. “No-eyes? You alright? Answer me. I can’t really see you right now.” She waves her hands around some more before touching what felt like his bicep. He winces. “No-eyes?”

“W-Where are we?” He asked, groaning when he tried to move.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I mean, I don’t know. I… I got something in my eyes. I can’t fucking see anything.”

Matt made something like a scoffing sound. “Welcome to the club then.”

“Wait?” She raises an eyebrow. “You’re really blind?”

“Are you really that dense? Have you seen my mask?”

“Honestly, I thought you were making a fashion statement for all vigilantes.” Anya teased half-heartedly.

Matt holds his tongue on one thought, but expresses the other. “Listen here, peaches, you–”

“Hold up. Peaches? Why the fuck you calling me that for?”

“Same reason you call me no-eyes, peaches. You smell like the cheap ones that come in the cans.”

Anya scoffs. “Wow. You should buy a girl dinner before smelling her, you know? Just a thought.”

“Oh, you'll be the last girl I buy dinner for.”

“Man, you’re such a–”

“Shh!” He hushes and snatches her nearby hand, silencing her. “I can hear someone coming.”

Anya listens closely, hearing someone open a nearby door, footsteps urgently moving. “Shit!” She whispers, tensing up. “We gotta move.”

And they tried, but Matt was in the worst shape that she was. It took a lot of strength for him to even move his hand, how much would he need to move his entire body?

They soon could hear two people approaching, both speaking quickly in Spanish.

“¡Aqui!” A voice of a younger man said (*Over here!). He seemed to be more in a rush, his heart racing like a bullet train. He was nervous, scared. You could practically smell the fear on him through his sweat. “¡Ven aquí!” (*Come here!)

Anya, despite not being able to see, did her best to go into defense mode as they approached. She bears her claws, clenching her teeth under her mask to hide the pain. “Stay back!” She hissed, hearing them stop a foot away from the dumpster.

“Relax. I’m just here to help. That’s all.” A woman’s voice replies, unusually calm. “Please, let me help. At least… let me help him. He doesn't look too good.”

Anya bite her lip, detecting no lie before tuning in on her unofficial ‘partner’. She could hear him dozing off again, but his heart was pounding, his blood pumping like it was trying to keep him awake or fight off an upcoming infection.

Shit. We ain’t getting out of this. She swallows, lowering her hands, shielding the claws.

“Alright. But don’t try anything.” She replies, hearing her nod. “But you’re going to have to guide me. I can’t see anything.”

The woman nods again. “Alright, I can do that.” She faces the boy. “Ayúdame. Primero ayúdalo a él, luego a ella.” (*Help me. First help him, then her.)

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Anya listened to the woman’s instructions as she was guided around what felt like a large building, judging by how sounds were echoing quietly against the walls. After carefully going up three flights of stairs, she could hear a door opening which she assumed was their destination.

“Fácil, fácil, fácil.” She said, slowly coming to a stop a few steps inside a room, an apartment maybe? (*Easy, easy, easy). “Alright, mysterious lady, there’s a wall on your right, I want you to feel your way down to the floor. I’ll get to you in a minute. Keep your eyes closed while you’re at it.”

“Okay.” Anya replies, taking her hand off the woman’s shoulder to reach out. Her calloused fingertips brush the rough wall before slowly guiding herself down to the ground. She holds back another wince of pain by squeezing her eyes shut tighter, listening to the mask man being placed on the floor.

“Sube las escaleras y cierra la puerta. Y ni una palabra a nadie.” The woman said to the boy sternly. (*Okay. Go upstairs, and close the door. And not a word to anybody)

“Sí, bien.” The boy replies, standing up and leaving the apartment. (*Yes, okay)

“Ni siquiera tu mamá.” (*Not even your mom)

The door closes, and she sighs while springing to her feet. “How are you feeling, missy?” She asked, running towards the other side of the room, grabbing a bag.

“Still can’t see.” Anya replies, holding her stomach. “But I’ll manage. How’s he?”

“I’m checking.” She slides on rubber gloves before assessing the large wound on Matt’s arm before moving on to check a pulse on his neck. “Well, he’s alive.”

I could have told you that. Anya holds her tongue on the snarky remark, but she couldn’t stop her heart from sinking upon hearing the woman removing his mask.

“W-Wait. What are you doing?” Sure she can’t stand him, but whoever he may be, he's got a reason he’s hiding his face (just like she has a reason for hiding hers). She wouldn’t even snoop that low no matter how much he ends up annoying her.

“I’m saving your friend’s life.” The nurse lady grabs a flashlight from the bag and begins shining it in Matt’s chocolate eyes. When his pupils don’t dilate, she stares in disbelief, which melts into worriedness when finding another gash on his head.

“Wait, don’t!” Anya blurts out, her stomach churning even more when hearing the sound of a cell phone turning on. “You can’t–”

Before she could intervene, Matt had beat her to it by snatching the nurse’s wrist, stopping her movement.

“N-No. No calls.” He said, firmly.

“It’s okay, I’m just trying to help.” She said, calmly,

“No.”

“We have to get you to the hospital. The both of you.”

“They'll kill everyone.”

“Who?”

“The men who did this. They'll kill everyone in the hospital to get to me. To us.” He starts rolling over to get on his knees, groaning while doing so.

“Oh… I can’t believe I’m actually agreeing with you.” Anya mumbles, placing her hand on the wall for support. “But yeah, we gotta go.”

“You followed me! Okay? Geez, you can't…” The woman ushers. “Don't. You've lost a lot of blood. I think you might have been stabbed.”

“We have to leave.” Matt said, standing up and making a waving motion towards his (unknowingly best) friend. “Come on.”

She stands up between them, trying to be firm. “She can’t see–”

“I heard him waving.” Anya cuts in, pulling herself to her feet, still listening as Matt moves across the apartment towards the supposed exit.

Supposed.

“You wanna leave? Door's that way.” The nurse said, gesturing in the opposite direction, pausing his actions. He turns to go the other way, but just one small step causes him to collapse on the floor. “Shit!!”

Anya perks up at the thud, paling. “No-eyes?” She croaks, concernedly before her world starts to crash under weight.

Her heart started to pace rapidly as her body caught itself on fire. She feels her body trembling, blood and vomit rising in her throat as she sinks back down to the floor…

Her mind is fading to black.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

-21 Years Ago-

{{ This crowd is not happy, Pete. Murdock has dominated this fight but now Price has turned the table on him. }}

“Oh, not again.” A young Anya mumbles, frowning sadly as her friend starts to look disappointed. They both sat in front of the small tv, watching as his dad started to lose his boxing match.

{{ He's pounding Murdock's head, and Murdock isn't even defending himself! }}

The two kids winced at the sound of Price’s gloves beating in Murdock’s head. They could only imagine what his face is going to look like when they get home.

{{ Wait! The ref is stopping the fight. (Bell dings) Canero has stopped the fight. Two-to-one favorite "Battlin' Jack" Murdock loses to a TKO in the 10th. }}

{{ Price looks as shocked as the crowd. Murdock had him on the ropes, but let his glove drop and got tagged with a series of devastating- }}

Matt holds up the remote and turns the TV off.

“I’m sorry, Matty.” Anya said, sincerely.

"Not your fault, Ann. I just thought he had it this time." He replies, putting the remote back on the table. “Now it’s just a matter of time until he gets home.”

For the next hour or so, they stayed in the kitchen, heads resting on the table before they heard the door open. A man opens it, all bloody and bruised, huffing and puffing as he slides his gym back off his shoulder. The boy gets up, running down the narrow hallway with the girl trailing slowly behind.

"Dad!" Matt yells, plowing into his dad for a hug.

"Hey, Matty! Hey!" Jack said, giving him a hug. "Hey, hey, don't... don't get blood on your shirt." He smiles softly at the kid behind his. "Hi, Anya."

"Hi, Mr. Murdock." She said, with a small wave.

"Hey, how many times do I have to tell you to stop the formalities, huh? Come on. We're family." He reaches out to mess up her hair making her laugh.

"Gotta keep your gloves up next time." Matt said, teasingly.

"Yeah, well, I... I should have you in my corner, then." Jack replies, walking slowly towards the kitchen.

"Does it hurt?"

He sighs. "It don't tickle." The older Murdock slides into his seat, a steady hand on his ribcage. “Go get the kit.”

Matt leaves to get the medical supplies, while Anya slides back into her chair, leaning on her elbows to feel taller. Jack takes his eyes off his son for a moment to look at the girl he should consider his own; especially since she seems to spend most of her time over here.

“So where’s your parents this time?” Jack asked, concernedly.

The girl frowns and sheepishly looks away. “Um… my dad’s at another meeting and my mom’s at a bookclub.” She replies, sounding like she was going to get a scolding if she spoke.

Jack narrows his eyes a little. “Uh, huh. Your father sure has been busy lately.”

She nods, still not meeting his gaze. “Yeah.”

“And they’re okay with you hanging out here? I know we had a problem the last time you came over.”

“Yeah, they’re fine now.”

Jack said nothing more as he son arrived with a metal case, opening it up and grabbing a few cotton swabs with ointment on them.

“You should’ve had him.” Matt scoffed, while pressing the cotton into a cut above his dad’s eye. “Price is a bum.”

“Hey, anybody who's got the guts to step into that ring deserves respect. Don't you ever forget that.” Jack said, pulling back to lock eyes with his son.

He raises an eyebrow. “Even Price?”

“Even Price.”

“Sorry you lost, Dad.”

“Yeah... Just wasn't my night.” Jack winces when the stinging sets in, and holds the boy’s hand to stop. “Easy with the cotton swabs there, doc.”

Matt frowns apologetically. “Gotta get in there. You don't want to get it infected.”

“Stitches?”

He chuckles. “Oh, yeah.”

“You better get the Scotch.” Jack said, and Matt stops to go grab it out of the cabinet. He sets the bottle on the table and pushes it towards the adult. Jack shakes his head. “No. It's for you.”

“Really?” Matt asked as the bottle was placed into his arms.

He nods. “You think I want your hands shaking like last time? This is my face we're talking about.” He faces the girl, a grin on his face. “Don’t tell anyone I’m doing this.”

She snickers, and makes a zipping motion over her lips. Matt opens the cap and smells the scotch, gagging.

“Go ahead. Take a… just a little sip.”

Matt takes a sip of the scotch, and makes a face as soon as it hits his tongue. Jack chuckles at his reaction.

“Oh! Oh, it burns!” The young Murdock complains.

“All right.” Jack leans forward and sighs deeply. “Come on. Let's do it.”

Matt strings the needle and begins the procedure. “Don't move.”

Jack bites his lip at the pain, inhaling slowly. “So you two watched the fight?” His son nods. “You're supposed to be doing your homework.”

“Got it done first.”

“All of it?” Matt says nothing, causing Jack to sigh. “Anya?”

“I finished mine.” She replies, truthfully.

“Good.” He stares at his son, sternly. “I want you to finish up before you go to bed.”

“I'll do it tomorrow.” Was Matt’s reply.

“Tonight.”

“Before school?”

“Tonight. Okay?”

“Okay.” Matt stops for a minute, watching his dad shutter a little before urging him to go on. “Dad?” Jack hums. “You gonna have enough this month for Mr. Morris?”

“He will get his rent–” He pulls out an envelope. “On time.”

Matt finishes the stitches before picking it, opening it to reveal a few hundred dollar bills. His eyes widened in surprise. “You got all this for losing?”

Jack nods slowly. “Sometimes… even when you get knocked down, you can still win.”

“It ain't how you hit the mat…” Matt begins.

“It's how you get up.” They both said in unison, smiling.

“That's right.” Jack chuckles, grabbing the envelope back. “All right, all right. Go hit the books.”

Matt blinks before smugly asking, “Can I take the bottle?”

“No, just... Go on. Go on.”

“Okay.” He waves quickly. “Bye, Anya.”

“Bye, Matty.” She said, waving back.

“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s go.” Jack said, standing up and gesturing for her to follow.

“Okay.” She follows him, unaware of his careful gaze. She grabs her backpack by the door, sliding the straps on–

“Hang on, kid.” Jack said, stopping the girl. He carefully grabs her hand, pulling back her sleeve which was lingering with tiny bruises. He bit the inside of his cheek. “Anya, you would tell me if your dad was hurting you, right?” She nods. “So, is he?”

She shakes her head immediately. “No.”

“He’s not?” He asked, unconvinced. “Because you know I won’t get angry. I just want to make sure you're okay.”

“I’m fine, Mr. Murdock.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, just checking.” He opens the front door, letting her out. “Remember the route I told you about. It’s a lot safer.”

She mutters another ‘Okay’ as she skips out of the apartment building, living behind a man that is now angry at two things in the world.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Anya gasps, sucking in the crisp air as Matt does the same. They could feel the nurse hovering over them, still attending their wounds. Matt stiffened up, trying his best to stay alert as Anya squeezed her aching eyes shut; She could feel water drip down from the towel on her forehead, along with a wave of nausea that was coursing through her warm veins.

Shit… I really overdid it with my abilities. She scolds herself, feeling the nurse’s eerie stare.

“Are you gonna listen to me this time?” She asked them.

“Where are we?” Matt asked, straight to the point.

“You're in my apartment.”

“Who are you?”

“I'm the lucky girl who pulled you out of the garbage.”

Matt feels for his mask, frowning. “You've seen my face.”

“Yeah. I’ve seen both of yours.”

“Great.”

“Awesome…” Anya mumbled, squeezing her eyes tighter while swallowing a bit of bile in her throat.

“Your outfits kind of sucks, by the way.”

“It’s a work in progress.” They both reply, sending a mental glare at one another upon it.

The woman could practically see their child like antics and scoffed.

“Okay, I really wouldn't try to move too much.” She said, crossing her arms. “You, sir, have got two or three broken ribs, probable concussion, some kind of puncture wound, and that's just the stuff that I know about. And your eyes, they're unresponsive to light, which isn't freaking you the hell out, so either you're blind or in way worse shape than I thought.”

“Do I have to pick one?” Matt asked, dead serious.

“And you, lady, I’ve got a couple questions for you.”

“Shoot.” Anya said, eyelids still closed.

“First off, how the fuck do you have these glowing purple eyes?”

“Haven’t you heard of Elizabeth Taylor?”

“Yeah, but people’s eyes don’t just glow. So explain that to me.”

The brunette sighs, really not wanting to get into this conversation. “So I got superpowers. What do you want me to do?”

The nurse scoffs again. “Well that explains why the cut on your collar bone is in the proliferative stage.”

Anya raises an eyebrow. “The what?”

“Proliferative. It’s the third stage out of four for healing wounds.”

“Oh…”

“You can heal that fast?” Matt asked, surprised, eyes widening.

“Depending on how deep the wound is, yes, I can heal in less than a few hours.” Anya explains, slowly cracking her amethyst orbs open (She was starting to get some of her vision back).

“And your eyes are–”

“They’re not my real eye color. I just make them that way so no one knows who I am.”

Matt ponders for a minute, taking it all in. “I see.”

“Yeah. Hey–” Anya turns her attention to the nurse. “Did you flush them with something? They feel a little better.”

“I did. Several times actually before I applied some medicated ones.” The nurse replies.

“Thanks.”

“I get the impression you two don’t know each other.”

“What makes you say that?” Matt asked, curiously.

“Because, for starters, she keeps looking away from you every time she opens her eyes. And second, the two of you are clearly making your voices deeper than they probably are, and I don’t think it’s supposed to be directed at me.”

“Are you a detective or sometime?” Anya asked, shocked. How could one be that observant so quickly?

“Do you mind telling me how a blind man, and a newly blinded woman, in masks end up beaten half to death in my dumpster? Two people who clearly are not on the same page as one another.” She said, ignoring her comment.

“The less you know about us, the better.” Matt answers, earning a nod from his ‘friend’.

“Yeah, ditto.” Anya agrees.

She shrugs, and then sighs deeply. “The wound on your side, mysterious man,... knife?

“Probably. Ah…” He groans, trying to get up.

The woman puts a hand on his shoulder, silently telling him to sit down as she checks his wound. “I think I got the bleeding stopped, but I can't tell how bad it is internally without a full series of X-rays, so–”

“Sorry. No hospitals, Ma’am.” Anya cuts in, half politely.

She smacks her lips, holding back her irritation. “This is my night off. I'm really not looking for your partner to die on my living room floor.”

“He’s not my partner.”

“Are you a doctor?” Matt asked, curious again.

She shrugs. “Something like that.”

“Most people, they find bleeding people in masks in the garbage, they call the police.”

“You got a lot of experience in this area?”

“Why are you helping us?”

“The less you know about me, the better.”

This gets Matt to laugh and Anya to snort.

“Alright, you’ve got humor. I like you.” Anya said, grinning a little.

“Yeah.” Matt said, copying her expression. “You got a name at least?”

The woman sighs. “Claire. Don't suppose I get to know yours?” Matt says nothing. “All right, I'll call you Mike.”

“Mike?”

“Yeah, a guy I used to date. Turns out he was very good at keeping secrets, too.”

Anya frowns hearing the heartbreak in her voice. She swallows, guilty (and hopefully not regretting). “Just call me May.”

Claire perks up at this. “May?” She said, smiling. “I’m glad you shared.” But her expression fades seeing the vigilante’s neutral features. “Oh. But that’s not your real name.”

“Sorry, Ma’am. It ain’t. It just means a lot…” She whispers that last part, causing Matt to frown.

That’s… odd. He thought, but kept it on the backburner for emergencies.

“Thank you, Claire.” He said, touching her hand.

Claire sighs again. “Rest. Make sure you're stabilized. We'll figure the other stuff out later.” She gets up and leaves the room, giving herself a breather.

Matt groans again, trying to get comfortable on the rug. Anya sighs, squinting now at the little light she could see.

“Hey, no-eyes?” She said, getting his attention. “Why don’t you rest? I’ll be on the lookout.”

“You sure?” He asked, dubious.

“Positive. Just rest. You’ll get better.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

-21 Years Ago-

Jack Murdock nervously tapped his foot in the chair, listening to all the machines tinkering, eyeing his son laying in a hospital bed. He was getting antsy while sitting here for hours on end. No updates for the doctors. No sudden movements from his son. No one coming up to him saying he has a phone call.

“Where the fuck are your parents?” He mumbled bitterly, while glancing at his kid’s friend beside him. “I’ve called them several times in six hours now. Where are they?”

Anya shrugs, bloodshot eyes looking away. “I don’t know. Maybe they’re busy…”

“Yeah, well they’re always fucking busy, huh?!” She flinches under his tone, which was enough for him to dial back. “Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“I know. You’re just stressed.”

“I know, but that doesn’t give me the right to take it out on you.” He sighs, locking his gaze with hers. “Listen, What about to ask you, is going to be a lot, okay?” She nods. “Good. So do you realize what happened to Matty?”

“Yeah. He can’t see anymore.”

“Yeah, which is going to be scary. Really scary, especially to Matty, so I want you to promise me something. Alright?” She nods again. “Alright. You’re always by his side when I’m not, so promise me you’re going to be there for him when he starts to feel down. Promise me you’ll pull him up when he falls?”

“I promise, Mr. Murdock.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

Suddenly, the heart monitor starts beeping frantically in the background.

“I can't see!” Matt cries out, clawing at the bandages over his eyes.

Jack rushes over, sitting on the side of the bed, carefully pulling away his son's hands. “Matty, Matty, Matty, it's me. It's Dad. I'm right here.”

Matt jerks around in his spot, tears starting to roll down his cheek. “I can’t see! I can’t see!”

His father shushes him. “You were in an accident, you remember? You're in the hospital, but I'm right here with you.”

The boy sobs, machine still racing. “Everything’s so loud… everything…”

“I'm right here with you. It's Daddy. Here, feel my face.” Jack takes his small hands, resting them on his cheek bones. “Feel my face. I'm right here. I'm right here.”

“I can't see.”

“It's alright. It's okay.”

“Dad, I can't see!”

“It's alright, Matt.”

“I can't–”

“It's alright.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Claire changes the towel on Anya’s head, folding it up nicely before gently laying it across her flush skin. The hot feeling in her body was starting to vanish away with the nausea.

“You look like you’re in deep thought.” Claire said, setting the bowl of water down in exchange for a flashlight. She quickly flashes it, watching her pupils dilate normally.

“I’m just listening.” Anya replies, blinking from the brightness. She was starting to make out more shapes now. She could almost see their savior clearly.

“To what?”

“His breathing.”

Claire raises an eyebrow, confused. “I thought you said you weren’t partners? Why care about him?”

“Just because we aren’t doesn’t mean I want him dead. I’m not that type of person.” Anya replies, truthfully. “Besides, We both have a lot to do before we die. I got my mission, he’s got his.”

“Well that’s kind of morbid.”

“Tell me about it.”

Matt suddenly wakes up and starts gasping for air. He starts frantically gripping the ground, head looking around.

Claire faces him worriedly. “What is it? What's wrong?”

“No-eyes?” Anya said, reaching for his shoulder. She immediately picked up on the odd sensation stirring up in his chest.

“I-I c-can't br-breathe.” He chokes, face turning red.

Claire uses a stethoscope to listen to his lungs. “You've got air in your chest. It's collapsing your lung. I'm gonna relieve the pressure, but I'm gonna need you to hold still, okay?”

She grabs some supplies from her medical bag, pulling Matt’s shirt down a little and begins the procedure. “Here we go... This is gonna hurt.”

She frowns apologetically before piercing his chest with a needle. He grunts loudly and gasps, Anya wincing at the sound. Claire removes part of the needle, causing air to hiss out of his chest. It took a short moment for his breathing to stabilize.

“Good.” Claire soothes, removing the needle gently. “Just breathe normally.” She listens to his lungs again, sighing gratefully.

“Jesus Christ, no-eyes…” Anya whispers after the mini scare.

Claire finally looks between the two when everything cooled down. “All right. Look, let's just say for the sake of discussion I buy this whole, ‘We can't go to the hospital because whatever,’ story you two got going on. But we need to talk about what happens if you give up the ghost here in my living room.

“Because I'm listening to myself explain to the police how I let this happen, and every version ends with me in handcuffs, so convince me it's worth it. Who’s first?”

“They kidnapped a boy.” Matt says, immediately.

“Who did?” Claire asked, as Anya looked at him surprised (this was news to her).

“The Russians. They've been running a human trafficking ring out of Hell's Kitchen. Took over when the Italians folded up. Two days ago, they pulled a kid out of the back of a van. Beat his father while he watched.”

How the fuck did I miss that? Anya scolded herself.

“Jesus.” Claire mumbles, shifting uncomfortably.

“I knew the kid would still be alive. At least until they took him out of the city.” Matt continues. “I tracked the Russians to a warehouse not far from here. Thought I was being smart, how fast I found them.” He frowns at himself. “Turns out, I wasn't.”

“They were waiting for you.”

“And I walked right into it.”

“So, they took this kid just to get to you?” Claire asked, trying to piece it together.

“Yeah, I've been making their lives…” He grunts. “Difficult lately.”

“But you're blind.”

He chuckles. “There are other ways to see.”

“This is what you do, you make life difficult for bad men?”

“It's one way of putting it.”

She holds her hands up. “No offense, but you don't seem to be very good at it.”

Matt lets out a laugh.“Ow!” He touches his stomach. “Yeah, well, you're catching me on an off night.”

“Did you at least find the kid?”

He shakes his head, sighing. “No, he wasn't there. I barely made it out myself. I was careless… Stupid.”

“Sounds like it. Alright, missy, how about you?” She pats the woman’s leg. “What’s your story?”

Anya exhales through her nose, distant gaze going somewhere else. “I was looking for… information to lead me to something I’ve been working on. Lately, things have been linking up in ways that I didn’t think were possible.”

“Were they expecting you too?” Claire asked as Matt drank up her explanation.

“I don’t think so. I just like to get in and get out, I don’t like to cause trouble.” She frowns too. “It only got messy when no-eyes here showed up, and they started targeting me.”

“I see.” Claire leans back on her hands. “So these men that took the boy they're out there right now, looking for probably the both of you?” She gets no answer, both of them growing alarmingly still. “Guys?”

“Someone's coming.” They said in unison.

“Wait, what?”

“There's someone in the building, a man, going from door to door.” Anya replies, pushing herself up to sit.

“How do you know that?”

“He's on the third floor already.” Matt replies, also pushing himself up which was tiresome. “Smells like Prima cigarettes and discount cologne.”

“You can smell a man on the third floor?”

“You'll smell him soon enough. He really likes that cologne.” They both stand up, feeling her weary look on them. Matt's features deepens. “You're looking at us like we’re crazy, right?”

Claire nods. “Seems the appropriate response.”

“There are some things I haven't told you about me, Claire.”

“You haven't told me anything about you. The both of you actually. All I know is, Mike, you're very good at taking a beating.”

Matt's heart skips at a memory. “That part I got from my dad.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

-21 Years Ago-

Jack steps out of the ring, gloves and helmet off as he wipes away his sweaty bangs. He sighs, greeting a few other guys in the gym as he heads towards his kids. He watches Matt taking in each sentence on the page written in braille, while Anya looks through one of the books curiously.

“How'd you do?” His son asked, hearing a chair being pulled out and sat in.

“Uh I tagged him a couple times. That kid is fast.” Jack replies, scooting close and picking up a book as well. “So, how you… how you getting along with, uh, your new books?”

“I'm working on it. Each grid is six possible dots, so each letter is a combination of those dots. You have to feel for what's not there as much as what is.”

Jack purses his lips while flipping through the pages. “That doesn't make any damn sense at all.”

“Thank you.” Anya said, laying hers back down in defeat.

“Well, you know where a punch is going before it's thrown sometimes, right?” Matt begins, trying to help his father with the picture.

“Oh, clearly I don't.” Jack said, getting the kids to laugh. “So, uh, you can make sense out of all of this?”

“I'm starting to. Here.” He gestures to something on the page for his father to feel along. “Dot in the right corner, that's a ‘C’. Upper left, ‘A’. ‘T’ is hard. I get it confused with ‘Q’.”

He looks at the page like it’s got three heads. “Well, why don't they just make it feel like a ‘T’?”

Matt shrugs. “Well, they say this is faster once you get the hang of it. ‘W’ is really tricky. Braille was created in French, and they don't have ‘W’.”

“Oui, Oui, Mon Amie.” Anya said, playfully, which made him laugh and the older man stare in confusion. (*Yes, Yes, my friend)

Jack blinks before deciding to play along. “Oh… is that how you two talk shit about me behind my back?”

“Maybe…” His son snickers, but their playfulness didn’t last long when the visitor arrived.

“Oi, Battlin' Jack!” A man, Roscoe, calls out, waving him over.

Jack frowns and sighs, and gestures for Roscoe and his partner to go somewhere else in the room. “Hey, you wait. Couple months, you're gonna be reading Braille faster than I read normal.”

“I already read Braille faster.” Matt said, with a cheeky grin.

He chuckles and stands up. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. You smartass.” He quickly kisses Matt’s head. “I'll be right back.”

He pats the top of Anya’s head before walking away from the table. His face became more serious as he got closer to the corrupt boxing promoters.

Roscoe laughs. “What's the word, Jackie-boy?”

“Roscoe. Silke.” Jack said, acknowledging.

“Hello, Jack.” Silkie said with an eerie smile.

“I heard about the wee one.” Roscoe says, watching the kid read from afar. “That's a tough break.”

“You have our condolences.”

“And you're young yet. Plenty of time to have more kids.”

Silkie snickers, elbowing his partner. “But hey, he could get a couple grandkids soon, seeing that his son has a lady friend he could marry now.”

Jack looks at Roscoe angrily, holding his tongue and crosses his arms (It’s better not to poke the bear). “What can I do for you boys?”

“We come bearing glad tidings.” Silkie said, grinning. “A match with Creel.”

“Creel?” His blue eyes widened in surprise. “How'd you pull that off?”

“Mr. Sweeney can be quite persuasive when he puts his mind to it.”

“It's me Irish charm.” Roscoe said, proudly.

“Jesus! Creel?” Jack chuckles. “I owe you… I owe you guys.”

“Ah. You're doing us the favor.” Silkie said, knowing his boxer was not going to like it. “It's 3-to-1 that you go the distance. You drop in the fifth, we're clearing 70%.”

“Right.”

“Come on, Jackie! It's time to celebrate.” Roscoe encouraged.

“It's the big time, Jack.” Silkie added.

Jack frowns, completely unaware that the two kids were eavesdropping with enhanced hearing. “Thanks for the offer. I'm gonna take a pass.”

Roscoe laughed. “Did he just say ‘pass’?”

“I appreciate everything you've done for me. Really, I do. But…” He takes a quick glance at his son. “I got other things to worry about now.”

“He don't want to do it, he don't do it. Man makes his choice and we make ours.”

“You wanna step into the ring, see how that plays out?” Jack bites back, stunning them.

“You gotta think of your family, Jack. This could do a lot of good for your boy.” Silkie said, trying to plant the seed into his head.

“Yeah.” Roscoe nods, smiling. “What else are you gonna leave him when you're gone?”

Jack looks back at his son again, the guilt sinking in. “All right.”

“We need to hear you say it.” Silkie said, enjoying this.

He clenches his jaw. “I go down in the fifth.”

“There you go. That wasn't so hard.” Roscoe said, patting his shoulder.

Their conversation continued on, and Matt had stopped reading out of shock just as Anya broke the pen she was holding.

“Uh… crap.” She mumbles, pulling herself out of trance .

Matt looks in her direction. “Are you okay?” He asked, worriedly.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine. B-Broke a pen.” She replies, finding a towel and starts wiping off some ink.

“A pen?”

“Yeah. Just.. it was bound to happen. It had a crack.”

The two of them went silent again (despite the weird incident), frowning at what Jack Murdock had unfortunately got himself wrapped into.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Anya leans against the wall, pulling up her hood and mask, listening to Matt ruffling through a drawer in the kitchen. He too had his mask back on.

“This all you got?” He asked the nurse, holding up a tiny, partially dull knife.

“Yeah, it's for vegetables, not a knife fight.” Claire said, hoping he wasn’t serious about this (Hint, hint: He’s is).

“He's at your neighbor's door.” Anya said, baring her claws.

“You kidding me?” She said, looking between the two. They didn’t listen as they started heading for the door. “Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.” She stops them with a hand on their chests. She glares at Matt first. “You can barely stand up.

“That's what the knife's for.” He replies, holding it up again.

“Claws.” Anya said, showing them off.

Claire sends her daggers too. “You can’t see.”

“Hey, I’m starting to. I can see clearly if I get up close. Like you’re–” Anya gets closer, eyes widened a bit. “You’re… a very beautiful woman. Like, holy shit. You’re a nurse?!”

“Peaches.” Matt hissed, reminding her of the task ahead.

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

They take another step forward, Claire stopping them again. “Wait! Don't do this. Not in my home. Okay, nobody has to get hurt. You two just stand over there on that side and be quiet and I'll get rid of him.”

They vigilantes pondered on that for a moment before the knocking came. Another step forward,which was countered with another block.

“Please.” She whispers, begging. She glances at the door. “Who is it?”

“NYPD, ma'am. Please open the door.”

“Okay.” They whisper back, and she points to where they should hide.

“I'll be right there.” Claire announced, taking her gloves off, and hiding her medical bag behind the couch. She walks to her door and opens the keyhole, spotting the well dressed man holding up his badge. She mentally prepares herself as she opens the door just enough to see her face.

“Sorry to bother you so late, ma'am. My name is Detective Foster, with the 65th Precinct.” He begins, tucking his badge away. “We had a bit of a disturbance a few blocks from here. We're asking everyone if they've seen or heard anything unusual in the past few hours.”

She tilts her head. “What kind of disturbance?”

“Armed robbery. Some dickheads in a black masks shot up a bodega on 38th. Owner put up a fight. Perps fled on foot, leaving a trail of blood in this direction.”

“Oh, my God.”

“Probably long gone by now, but just in case, you know. You see anything, hear anything tonight?”

She shakes her head. “No, sorry.”

He nods in understanding. “Just being thorough. You have a good night, ma'am.”

“Thanks. You, too.”

Foster walks away, and Claire watches him move swiftly down the hall before closing the door. She lets out a heavy exhale, clasping her hands together.

“See? No reason to get all stabby.” She said, with relief. “Boy, were you right about that cologne? What? Does he dip himself in that crap?”

“He didn’t believe you.” Anya stated, already moving with Matt.

“Mike! May!” Claire scolds once they're out the door.

Matt grabs a fire extinguisher off of the wall, coming up to the stairs, dangling it over the railing. The vigilantes could hear Foster hustling down the steps, calling someone on his phone in Russian, speaking in a frantic tone.

“What are you doing?” Claire asked, before Anya held her arm out to stop her.

Matt listens closely to Foster’s movements, and after a few moments, he drops the fire extinguisher. Claire gasps into her hands at the sound of it colliding with something, making Anya look down at Matt’s doing. Her eyes widened at Foster’s unconscious state on the floor, with a pool of blood around his head.

Anya paled. “Well that’s one way to do it…” She mumbled in surprise.

“What do we do now?” Claire asked, fearful.

“There's someone else one floor up watching us.” Matt said, pulling the girls close to the wall. He pauses to listen. “Oh, no. He's young. He's scared.”

She carefully takes a peak, spotting her young neighbour above. “Santino?” She said, watching him run away. “He's the one who found you guys in the alley.”

“He’s seen our faces, too?” Anya asked, pulling herself out of her shock.

“Yeah.”

“Claire, go upstairs and get him. We're gonna need help carrying Detective Foster to the roof.” Matt says, pushing himself off the wall with a grunt.

“What the hell are we going to the roof for?” Claire asked as he descended down the stairs.

“Less chance of someone in the building hearing him scream.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

-21 Years Ago-

“Alright, what’s with the frowns?” Jack asked at the foot of the school stairs. The kids were hanging their heads low, body slouching.

“Mrs. Whitmore gives way too much homework.” Matt complains, his friend nodding. “I liked it when she didn’t know how to transfer everything in braille.”

“Well, sorry to hear that, but you gotta do it.” He chuckles at them groaning miserably. “Alright, let’s go. We’ll get some food in your bellies and then hit the books.”

They mumbled an ‘okay’, but couldn’t even take a step in their desired direction when someone started cutting in.

“Anya!”

The girl froze upon hearing her father’s voice. A tall man who was similarly built like her friend’s father; Dressing up too nice for her standards, with glasses shielding his darkened eyes. He seemed irritated which made her want to shrink down under his intense stare.

“Alright, Anya, let's go. We got errands to run.” Stopping in front of her, not caring for the other people present.

“M-More errands?” Anya asked, trying to keep the shakiness out of her voice.

“Ah, so you’re actually not busy today, Benson?” Jack said, not hiding his bitterness. “That’s a surprise.”

“Well…” He shrugged with the same attitude as Murdock. “Miracles can happen, Jonathan.”

“Uh, huh. And what kind of errands you running?” Jack asked, suspiciously as his fingers started aching to ball into a fist.

He shrugged. “You know, just… simple errands. Grocery stores and stuff like that. Why? You worried?” He steps right into his personal space, voice real low. “Say, were you the one who called the CPS last week on us?”

His daughter looks up at them in surprise while Matt scrunches up his nose in confusion.

“Dad, what’s CPS?” He asked, making his dad clench his jaw.

“I was just concerned because your daughter’s always showing up to my house with bruises and what look like needle markings all over her arms.” Jack said, keeping a straight face.

“I’m a doctor, Jonathan. And it’s flu season.” Was his reply.

“That seems like an awful lot of flu shots. The bruises?”

“I’ll admit, I’m a little harsh sometimes. But it’s not intentional. Right, darling?”

Anya nods slowly. “Yeah. Right.” She said, looking up at Jack. “I’m good, Mr. Murdock.” But she knows well enough that he doesn’t believe her, and almost pleads with his eyes for her to say something back.

“See? Nothing wrong.” Benson said, placing his hand on her shoulder, guiding her away. “Enjoy your evening, Murdocks.”

He strings her along towards their car somewhere down the block, leaving the family of two in the dust. Jack continues to send death glares that way, ones that his son could even feel.

“Dad…” Matt begins, getting his attention. “He’s not a good man, is he?”

Jack hangs his head low, sighing. “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Dad?”

“Let’s go. I’ll explain later.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“You really think this is the best option? Torture?” Anya asked, watching him (crystal clearly) tie Foster to a ladder with cable they found.

“This is the only way I’m going to find the kid.” Matt said, bluntly.

“Yeah, but torture? Why not rough him up instead? Give him a few punches?”

“I’m not going to kill him if that’s what you’re worried about. There’s nothing wrong with breaking a few bones.” He finishes tying. “Why?” He asked, looking her way. “You scared?”

She shakes her head. “No, but…” She slouches, gazing at the floor. “As someone who was torture in her childhood, I don’t feel comfortable doing the same to someone else. There’s a reason why I do the whole stealth thing.”

And just for a split moment, he felt an ounce of guilt and sympathy before Claire showed up.

“You find anything?” He asked, as she held up Foster’s phone.

“You smashed the hell out of it with that extinguisher.” She says, crossing her arms. “He had a badge. What if you're wrong?”

“I'm not/He’s not.” They said, sending an annoyed look at each other again.

Claire shakes her head in disbelief. “This is way past what I signed up for.”

“What exactly do you think that was?” Matt asked, gesturing to Foster.

“I found two people who needed help, so I helped them.”

“Oh, yeah? That simple?”

She holds her tongue, fearfully looking at them and the sleeping man. “Do you really want to get into this in front of him?”

“He's out.”

“Maybe he's faking.”

He pauses to listen. “He's not.”

Claire threw her hands up. “Okay, that right there, that's what I'm talking about!”

Anya sighs, taking a step forward. “Claire–”

“No! Let me finish.” She points to Matt first. “So, I find one guy in a dumpster who turns out to be some kind of blind vigilante who can do all of this really weird shit, like smell cologne through walls, and sense whether someone's unconscious or faking it.”

She points to Anya. “Then I found a lady who has these crazy, fucking glowing eyes, and has some weird green shit coming out her finger nails.” Claire almost laughs at the next statement. “One can take an unbelievable amount of punishment without one damn complaint, and the other can heal way faster than any human being.”

Matt gave a vague shrug. “The last part's the Catholicism.”

Anya nods. “Yeah, let’s go with that.”

Claire scoffs. “So, what? I'm supposed to take it on faith I'm on the right side of this?”

“You don't carry two masked people bleeding to death into your apartment on faith.” Matt stated, crossing his arms. “You knew which side you were on the moment you found us. Why'd you help us, Claire?”

Claire sighs, shifting the weight on her feet. “I'm a nurse. Work the ER at Metro-General. A few weeks ago, cops brought in three men, said they were robbing tourists, beating them up pretty bad. Apparently, a man in a black mask took issue with their activities and decided to step in. I counted nine broken bones between them.

“A few days after that, EMTs brought in a 19-year-old waitress, said some guy she knew waited for her after work in the parking lot, attacked her and tried to drag her in the alley. She said she screamed and screamed, and a man in a black mask heard her and he saved her life.”

She looks at Anya. ��And I don’t think I’ve ever heard about you until today.”

Anya shrugs. “Yeah, well, stealth work, remember?”

“Yeah, but how long will that last?” Claire asks, words twisting in the vigilante’s gut, as eyes trailed back to him. “So, yeah, word's getting around. And I want to believe in what you're doing, Mike. I really do. But this?” She jerks her thumb at Foster, frowning more.

“I know you're afraid.” Matt begins, getting closer with a tiny grunt. “You can't give in to the fear. If you do, men like this win.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

-21 Years Ago-

Matt was reading out loud from the kitchen table, loud enough for his father to hear as he walked around the small apartment.

“There is a price to be paid for division and isolation. Democracy cannot flourish amid hate. Justice cannot take root amid rage. We must dissent from the indifference. We must dissent from the apathy. We must dissent from the fear.”

Jack pauses after coming into the kitchen, sitting some dishes into the sink. “Either you're actually reading all that, or you're making it up as you go along. I don't know which is more impressive.”

“It's Thurgood Marshall.”

Jack hums, placing a half drunk cup of water on the table. “Starting centerfielder for the Mets, right?”

Matt raises his eyebrows in surprise. “You know who Thurgood Marshall is.”

“School wasn't my strong suit.” Was he reply before plopping a package down, untying the strings. A quick look inside was enough for him to whistle from its beauty.

“How's it look?”

“It’s…” He takes out his new silky robe. “It's red. It's really red.”

“Can I?” Matt asked, holding his palms out.

“Yeah.” Jack watches his son feel the material before tracing the words: ‘Battlin’ Jack Murdock’.

Matt grins. “Good thing about red.”

“Huh?”

“They can't tell how much you're bleeding.”

“Hey–” Jack picks up his glass. “Who says I'm even gonna get hit?” He takes a sip as his son tilts his head.

“We're Murdocks. We get hit a lot.”

His heart sinks. “Yeah I guess we do.”

“But we get up. Right, Dad? We always get up.”

“Right.” Jack places the glass down, making his mind up. “But we also pick up our friends.”

Matt furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”

“Listen, Matty.” He takes a seat. “Some kids… aren’t so lucky when it comes to loving parents, and in that case, it’s Anya. Now, I can’t do much unless she complies, but she won't. She’s scared. I just want you to make sure you keep an eye on her. Alright?”

“I’ll always do that. She’s my friend. Is…” Matt frowns, looking like a kicked puppy. “Is she getting hurt by her parents?”

His heart sinks a little bit more. “Something like that.”

And now, since he knows the both of them will hang onto one another–

He’s got one last thing to do before everything’s over.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Foster wakes up, inhaling loudly. As he huffs in oxygen, he looks up and momentarily tries to get out of the cable, before gazing flickering down at the vigilantes and Claire (who had her face completely covered).

Matt steps forward. “Here's how this is gonna work. I'm gonna ask you some questions, you're gonna answer them. If you're lying to me, trust that I will know… and I will be unhappy.” He clenches his fists. “Where's the boy?”

Foster returns a cold glare. “He's dead.”

Matt punches Foster in the jaw, causing him to cough and heave heavily.

“This is what unhappy looks like. Where's the boy?” He tries again.

“What do you care? If he's not dead yet, he will be.”

“Why did you take him?”

Foster gives a half shrug. “Figured you'd come running.”

Matt tilts his head. “And after I was dead?”

“Sell the kid, like all the others.” Another punch again, harder than the last. He spits out blood. “I was telling the truth on that one.”

“I know.”

Foster chuckles. “We got you good, didn't we? We even got a two for one deal on that sweetheart over there.” He cocks his head towards Anya. “Nice of you to stop by too.” She stays quiet, making him frown. “What? You’re not going to say anything?”

“I’ve already done my part. I suggest you answer his questions.” Anya replies, folding her arms.

“Who do you sell the children to?” Matt badgers again.

“I don't know. Whoever has the money.” Foster replies, nonchalantly.

“Where's the boy?”

“So you find him. So what? We'll take another. Kill me, somebody takes my place. Long as people are buying, we'll be selling. Nothing you do tonight will change that.” His cocky grin returns. “But go ahead. Keep hitting me. Let's see who drops first.”

Matt snags a chunk of the man’s hair, holding his head upright ready to try–

“Try stabbing him in his trigeminal nerve.” Claire said, stepping up next to him.

Anya’s amethyst eyes widened in shock. “Dude…”

“Where is it?” Matt asked, not missing a beat.

“Dude.”

Claire points the spot out on Foster. “Go in through here, right above the eye. That's the supraorbital foramen. You want to go in right under there.”

Matt holds the knife up to Foster’s face, just above the eyelid as he starts to struggle.

“Hold still. I might do some serious damage if you squirm.” He hissed. “How will I know when I find it?”

“He'll tell you.” Claire responded.

There is a squishing sound as the knife goes in for the nerve. Foster begins screaming loudly, flailing his body.

“Oh, Jesus…” Anya says under her breath, looking away just as blood started caking the side of his face.

Matt pulls out the knife roughly as Foster starts breathing heavily. “You're right, what you said before. I kill you, somebody takes your place, but they'll end up back here just like you, and sooner or later, one of you is gonna tell me what I need to know.”

Matt jumps up and cuts the cable, then throws Foster over his shoulder and carries him to the side of the building. The girls follow him as he dangles him by the wire over the edge. He starts screaming again which nobody cared to hush.

“This is important.” Matt said, hearing the man start weeping. “Listen! I need you to know why I'm hurting you. It's not just the boy. I'm doing this 'cause I enjoy it.”

“No-eyes.” Anya begins cautiously.

“No, no, no! No, no, no!” Foster pleads.

“Where is he?!” Matt yells, dangling him some more.

“No!” He sobbed, shaking his head. “Underneath Troika restaurant! Eleventh and 44th.” Matt grunts and pulls him back, just as he chuckles. “They'll be waiting for you. If you're lucky, they'll kill you before they start in on the boy. It would be a shame for you to have to watch what they do to him–”

Matt suddenly pushes him over the side of the building, making him scream. Both Claire and Anya shriek and run to the edge, looking down. A loud thudding noise is heard, enough for Claire to pull off her disguise.

“Oh, my God!” She said, panicking.

“Jesus, man! What the fuck?!” Anya said, looking his way.

“It's all right. He landed in the dumpster you pulled me out of.” Matt answered.

“Is he dead?” Claire asked, still peering down.

“He’ll live.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little obsessive?” Anya asked, getting in his path.

“He’s fine.”

“That's insane.”

“We both beat people up. What’s the difference between you and me?”

“I knock people unconscious just so I can get away, I don’t throw them off buildings to potentially kill them!”

He steps closer, their nose practically touching. “If you don’t like it, then stay out of my way.”

She bites the inside of her cheek. “That’s not fair.”

“Like you said the first night we met, you do your thing and I’ll do mine.” He hits her shoulder with his as he passes by. “Claire, you need to get your things and leave. Don't tell anyone where you're going.”

“What?” The nurse asked, confused.

“He wakes up, he'll be back, and he won't be alone next time.” He explains, while cleaning up the remaining cable in the area.

“But he didn't see my face.”

“That was just for effect, to scare him. He knew you were lying when you answered your door.” He leans against the latter, grunting.

“Mike?” She said, worriedly.

He lets out a heavy exhale. “Do you have somewhere you can go?”

“I'm cat-sitting for a woman I work with. Her brother's sick. She's in Oklahoma.”

“What's the address?”

“Why?”

“I'm thinking if I make it through the night, I may need some help getting patched up.”

Claire debates for a moment before giving in. “Tenth and 54th. Apartment 412, um, in the building above the liquor store.”

He puts his hand on her bicep. “Thank you, Claire.” He said, walking away.

“I don't believe you.” She calls out, making him freeze. “What you said. I don't believe you enjoy this.”

Matt says nothing and continues walking away, and Claire opens her mouth to try to protest just as Anya holds her hand up to silence her.

“I’ll watch him. Just get to safety. Please.”

And she walks off too.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

-21 Years Ago-

Matt and Anya were sitting down on the floor, cross legged in front of the TV with biggest smiles on their faces.

{ Murdock lands another and another! }

“Get him, Dad! Get him!”

“Yeah, Mr. Murdock!”

{ Creel is rocked! Murdock won't let him out of the corner! The younger Creel seems stunned by the ferocious display by the more seasoned Murdock! Creel goes down! }

Matt bolts to his feet as the crowd starts roaring. “Yes! Yes!”

“Holy cow…” Anya said in disbelief, the bell ringing.

{ He's not getting up! It's over! ‘Battlin' Jack’ Murdock has defeated Crusher Creel! }

“Yeah, Dad! Yeah!” He faces his friend with pure joy on his face. “He did, Ann. He finally did it!”

She chuckles. “He finally lives up to that name, doesn't he?”

“Hell yeah he does!” He pumps his fist. “I can’t wait to celebrate when he gets back!”

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“You’re following me?” Matt said, stopping at the edge of the rooftop. “Thought I scared you off.”

Anya steps out the shadows, slowly coming up next to him. “I’m not scared of you, I’m scared of what you might do.” She replies, honestly. “You’re not thinking straight.”

“What makes you think I’m not?” He asked, skeptical.

“You’re not the only one who can pick out emotions from heartbeats.” She said, genuinely concerned. “I know you lied when you said that to Foster.” She watches his look away, his unhidden features seemed neutral, but she knew better. “Or maybe… you were trying to convince yourself you do.”

He faces her, heart spiking in surprise as she adds, “Do you think you’re actually the devil in Hell’s Kitchen?”

“If that’s what everyone is calling me then… yeah.” He said, a small nod to go with it. “Then I’m the devil of Hell’s Kitchen?”

“Well, which one then?” She asked, his confused aura coming back. “Are you the devil when he became the devil? Or are you the devil when he was an angel?” She looks across the street at the building they were going to enter. “The reason I don’t want to go so far with my skills is because I’ve seen enough dead bodies at my feet to reconsider my life choices.”

He grows quiet for a little while, an internal debate going back and forth in his mind before he whispers,

“So have I.”

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-21 Years Ago-

Anya wakes up on the couch at a sound in the distance. She has enough time to rub her groggy eyes before seeing her friend run down the hall and out the door with just his cane.

“Matt?” She calls out, following him. It took her a few minutes to catch up, asking where he was going but he said nothing. “Matty, seriously, what’s going on?”

He comes to an abrupt stop, right before an alleyway where some policemen were guarding it, keeping bystanders away. Matt attempts to enter like he owes it, but an officer keeps him back.

“Oh, oh, hang on there, son. What's the hurry?” He asked.

“I-I think that's my dad.” Matt said, urgently.

Anya snaps her head his way, stunned. “What?”

“Jesus, Ray, the kid's blind.” Another officer scolded, right as Matt pushed him aside to get in.

“Matt!”

“Hey, wait!”

Anya follows behind her friend with the officer Ray on their tail, and she freezes up completely as Matt sinks to his knees.

“Jack…?” She said, teary eyed.

“Dad?” Matt croaks, feeling the body’s face, which was covered in blood; But he knows who it really is. “Daddy! Daddy!” He lets the dam break immediately. “Daddy! Daddy!”

“Matt, he’s–”

“No… he’s… he’s fine…”

“Matty–”

“Daddy! Daddy, please come back! Daddy!”

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“I take the left, you take the right?” Anya asked, as they slowly creeped inside the building.

“It’ll make this quicker.” Matt said, his way of agreeing.

They could hear a TV playing, some kind of card game going on, people snickering and talking in Russian.

They even heard the little boy begging for his dad.

They moved slowly, three doors total. A door straight forward, one on the left, and one the right. The two of moved to their desired door, hands on the handle–

They suddenly push the doors open, screaming and running in. The next few minutes went by quickly, but felt like an eternity. Guns were being fired off, missing every one of them by a hair; Glass was shattering, shards dousing the air; Furniture was smashed to pieces, too torn to be put back together. The Russians were sent flying across the rooms, splattered around the hallway as the doors came off their hinges.

The two of them were starting to become gassed as they were left with a pair of gunmen waiting in the hallway. They acted quickly. Anya manages to disarm them to give Matt enough time to incapacitate their foes. And just for a second, they allowed themselves to lean against one another, closing their eyes and taking in deep breaths of oxygen.

She only opens them to look at him worriedly when she hears something wet dripping off his clothing. She frowns, eyebrows pushed together. “Your bandage came loose.” She replies, hand hovering over the one on his abdomen.

His face was trying to keep the pained expression off his face as he could feel it. “Let’s get the kid first. I’ll worry about it when he’s safe.” He replies, hearing her nod.

“Okay. Let’s do it then.” She touches his shoulder. “Watch for the doors.”

The two carefully navigated over the rubble that lingered on the floor. They slowly came up to the end of the hall, listening to see if anything unpleasant awaits them inside.

Nothing. Which was the best news they had all night.

“Mind turning away for a moment?” He asked, which she granted. He pulls up his mask, turning the knob and greeting the little boy. “Hi. I know you're scared. But I'm here to help you. Okay? You don't have to be scared anymore.”

“Okay. Okay.” The boy said, quietly.

“Let's get you home to your dad.”

Anya waited until he was out, tapping her in the back to tell her she could look. Once she saw his mask was back in place, and the boy was held safely in his arms, she started moving ahead just by a few steps; Just enough to stop anyone from trying to come their way.

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It was like déjà vu again as they found themselves standing on top of the building from the police station. They stood in silence for a long time, more than likely either listening to the police activity inside or were waiting for one another to speak. Or maybe… they were starting to actually like the company. But there’s no way that could be true.

Right?

Anya exhales, the wave of adrenaline is starting to die off finally. “I guess we should call it night.” She said, not expecting this type of reply.

“Thank you.” Matt said, genuinely. He felt her bewildered eyes on him, mouth open slightly too.

She blinks, shifting to face him completely. “Did I hear that right? Did you just say, ‘thank you’?”

He lets a little grin play on his lips. “Don’t read too much into it, peaches.”

“Wow.” She chuckles. “Sure you don’t have a concussion?”

“You know I can take it back, right?”

“Nope.” She pops the ‘p’. “No take backs. I will forever remember this.”

He sighs. “I regret saying anything.”

Another chuckle. “Lighten up, no-eyes.” Anya said, lightly hitting him in the arm.

This is nice, actually. She thought, smiling. When she first heard the rumors, she didn’t think there was another man out in HK doing justice like her. But now that she’s seen him in the flesh, it’s kind of nice knowing she’s not alone.

Not that she’ll ever say that to his face though.

Matt on the other hand was silently thinking in a similar way, only this time his curiosity finally got the best of him. “Can I ask you something?” He said, feeling her gaze.

“Shoot.”

“Why do you do this?” She immediately frowns, crossing her protectively. He could sense how uncomfortable she was getting. “I mean… you’re not doing what I’m doing. At least that’s what I think.”

“Well… you’re kind of right.”

He tilts his head. “Kind of?”

Anya nods slowly. “Yeah.” She sighs, looking out of the distance (Matt could hear her heart pounding like crazy). “My parents were… murdered some time ago, and uh…” She makes a sound between a sigh and scoff. “They were not good people, but, um… they’re still my parents, you know?”

“And you still feel obligated to investigate their deaths?” Matt finished, an underlying anger he felt that wasn’t towards her.

She nods again. “Yeah, you’re… right again.”

“But they hurt you.”

“Th-That’s besides the point.” Anya really didn’t want to get into that part of her life just yet. “Basically, they were in some shady shit, doing some shady shit. I know because I’ve seen some of it first hand. And when they were killed, I thought it was because of that.”

“And it wasn’t.”

“Yeah. Exactly. When I started looking into it more, all these things, every little thing that seemed to be going on in this city, seemed to connect in some kind of way.”

“Connect in ways, how?” Matt asked, intrigued.

“That’s the thing. I don’t know.” Anya replies, shrugging. “But I’ve seen things coming up frequently to know not to ignore them. I mean… something’s going on here. Between these human traffickers, drug smugglers, that whole… Union Allied bullshit last week, I’ve seen and heard that name in so many different places, it can’t be a coincidence. And I think you see this too.”

He frowns. “Yeah, There’s definitely something going on here.” So he wasn’t alone like he thought. “Sounds like you want to do something about it?”

“Well I found out about all this shit. Can’t exactly back away from it now.”

“Yeah, I know the feeling.”

“Look–” She begins, stepping closer. “I’m not saying we should become partners, but if we’re going to figure out what’s going on here, we should not exactly push each other away. If we come across each other, we just deal with it.”

“And… if we do, we compare notes if we find something?” He asked, carefully.

She nods once more. “If you're okay with it, so am I.”

He ponders for a moment before holding his hand out. “You got yourself a deal. Peaches.” He said, smirking.

Anya chuckles. “Alright, no-eyes.” She shakes it, and casts a glance to their interlocking hands. “Strong grip. What’s your secret?”

“Tell me yours and I’ll share mine.”

“That’s no fair, You know mine.”

“Oh, what a shame.”

“You’re something special.” She jerks her head in a familiar direction. “Go get patched up. I can practically sense your energy draining from you.”

“You don’t say.”

“Yeah.”

“Can I ask you one more thing?”

“Why the hell not.”

He looks at her funny again, replying, “When we both were at that warehouse earlier, the one that started this whole nightmarish night, I never even heard your heartbeat. I thought I could smell you faintly, but hearing you? That was a negative. How come?”

She gives him a bittersweet look. “Truthfully, I was trained to slow it at a young age. Slow it down to where it sounds like I don’t have one. It takes a lot of concentration, I can’t do it all the time, but it comes in handy.” She says, now looking amused. “If you're nice next time, I could teach you.”

He returns the look. “I’ll definitely think about it.”

She smiles and bids him farewell, running off into the night. But Matt stayed on that rooftop for a little bit, the gears in his head turning at the thought of maybe…

Maybe he should have said yes to being her partner.

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