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Hi! List 1 #50 and List 2 #3 for Karedevil Week!

(So, I set out to fill the first of those, and, um, this happened. Blame AU Day)

The thing about being best buddies with Ant-Woman was thatthere was always the danger of this happening. This was truth serum, and some probably evil dude was sitting downacross from Luis, saying, “I’m going to make this real easy for you, Luis,okay? Where is Karen Page?”

Luis thought for a quick moment, then said, "Well, see, that's complicated. Because when I first met Karebear, she was in a really bad place. See, she'd been living in New York City, and you know how there are a lot of scary people in New York, right? Really rich scary people, and she'd gotten kidnapped by this dude who worked for one of them. And he was like, 'Dawg, do as I say!' And she was like, 'Hell no, Imma just gonna grab your gun right here, and shoot you dead!' Bang bang band bang bang! Like, real badass, man. And then she's freaking out, right, cause the dude he worked for, he once chopped someone's head off because he barged in on date night. She's like, I gotta flee the city and drive across the country and crash into your van..."

"What?" Dave demanded from where he, Scott, and Kurt all sat. "You're telling me you had a goddamn meet cute with Karen, and you've *really* never fucked her?"

"I told you, bro," Luis sighed, "she's not my type. I mean, yeah, she’s hot, but she's kinda dangerous, too, and I know what Kipling says about the female of the species, but he's an imperialist asshole, and personally I always preferred..."

"Don't get me wrong, this is all very fascinating," the bad guy interrupted, "but what the hell does it have to do with where Karen Page is?"

"Oh, no, buddy," laughed Scott as Luis protested, "I'm getting there, I'm getting there!" "You gave him the veritaserum, now you've got to face the consequences."

Dave and Kurt voiced their agreements, and after a brief divergence onto the matter of jukeboxes, Luis continued, "So anyway, back in New York, the pair of hotshot lawyers she'd been working for, Matt and Foggy, they didn't know where she was. And Matt, like, he's blind, but he's got superhearing and supersmelling, which must leave him grossed out a lot of the time, I mean, he came to our office once, and he was all like, 'I'm fine, man, no problem,' but he kept wrinkling his nose whenever he got near the part of the wall where Kurt had..."

"We don't need rest of that story!" Kurt hastily broke in, and once again there was a chorus of agreements.

"Okay, okay, okay, so Matt goes to Foggy, and says, 'Yo, we gotta find Karen, I know I'm blind, but I can smell that she's hot, and damn if I want to kiss her,' and Foggy's like, 'Hey, I just turned the news on, and it says she went and trashed an airport with Captain America!' And Matt's like 'Shit, they're gonna throw her in the Raft without trial, we gotta raise hell!' And they go and raise hell, and get her off with probation.

And she finds out about the superhearing and supersmelling, because he hadn't told her, and also, Matt's secretly the vigilante Daredevil, and he's been going out at night and beating the shit out of muggers all the time! So she's mad he didn’t tell her about that, and he's mad she didn't tell them she was running away to San Francisco, but they're still all into each other, because he's really hot too, I mean, so hot, I can say that without getting uncomfortable about it.

So, like, it was a few days ago, and Karen was seriously getting ready to finally say to Matt, 'Yo, I know you lied a lot and I ran away and got arrested, but I still really want to tap your gorgeous ass, and also maybe marry you and live happily ever after forever and ever,' I mean, she was literally opening her mouth, when from the door, there comes this voice cooing, 'Matthew...' and this crazy hot and scary chick walks in, and she's Elektra, and she's Matt’s ex-girlfriend, and she's like 'Yo, I came back from the dead and got brainwashed, and you're the only thing I can remember from my old life.' And then when she finds out Karen's Ant-Woman, she’s like, ‘Man, you're the woman that shrinks? I stole the other shrinking suit, the cool one with the wings and the blasters, and we should work together-'"

"WHAT?" Scott blew up. "You mean you've known for days that zombie girl is the one who stole Hope's suit and you hadn't told us?!"

"Hey, that girl is one dangerous-ass ninja! I didn't want her to kill me!"

"Well, I hope you don't mind getting killed by Hope instead," Scott retorted. "And I might help her, just to make sure she doesn't then kill me." After another moment, he threw in, "Though maybe I shouldn't be surprised, since you haven't even told the other two guys our damn company's about to go bankrupt..."

When, half a minute later, his interrogator cut off the responses to that and once again demanded the location of Karen Page, Luis might have been a little relieved. "I've been trying to tell you," he explained. "I mean, she really thought she had this Matt guy, but now she's like, 'Oh no, this chick's even hotter and more dangerous than I am, and Matt was crazy about her back in law school, and now we gotta work together,' and Matt's insisting on working with them, because he's that sort of guy, so she's in a bit of a tricky spot, emotionally speaking."

"Emotionally speaking," the guy repeated, then it was his turn to blow up: "Well, where is Karen Page LITERALLY SPEAKING?"

"Oh!" He'd misunderstood. "The woods."

(Some time later, after things had mostly ended well, except Elektra had made off with Hope's suit for good and gone off to presumably find herself, and they'd have to make Hope a new one, it was actually Foggy who was most angry with Luis for giving his friends' location away. Matt and Karen were at that point too happy to care. And hey, the business survived, so that was good.)

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1rsoldiersince2012 · 6 months

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 3151 (chapter 37)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

I think we cooked 👀👀 (minors do not interact!!)

37. bad idea, right?

"Can I touch your face?" Matt asks, still not letting go of your hand. "I want to at least imagine what you look like."

"Yes." You say softly, barely above whisper. Matt gently places his fingers on your cheeks, feeling your skin become hotter under his touch. You involuntarily close your eyes, enjoying the moment, while his fingertips ghost over your forehead, along your hairline, touching your eyebrows and your closed eyelids, feeling the slight twitching when your eyes move. Matt's skin is warm, he softly grazes his fingers along your cheekbones, your nose, feeling the light bump in the middle, as if you had broken it long time ago. You feel your breath hitch when his thumbs slide along your jawline, stopping on your chin to lift it up by an inch, and his thumb finally draws a line along your lips, barely touching, but you feel like you're already on the cloud nine.

"So beautiful." He mutters, not hurrying to take his hands off your face, on the contrary, he slides his fingers in your hair, pulling out your hair tie and slowly massaging your scalp. You've never felt like this before. He wasn't doing much, yet that was the most intimate moment with someone in your whole life. Making yourself to open your eyelids, you see Matt leaning closer to you than before, holding his breath. He looked like he was restraining himself, as if he was holding back, or tried not to hold onto you with his whole weight. Lips slightly parted, his Adam's apple moving every time he swallowed his saliva - this was the hottest sight you've ever laid your eyes on.

It was a game. A game of who will break first. The desire to pull him in for a suffocating kiss was becoming unbearable, and Matt knew this too. He decided to tease a little longer, get you so desperate for him that you wouldn't be able to take another breath without feeling his lips on yours. You two have already shared a couple of heated kisses, but now, he knew that this one will be different, maybe even better than the previous ones. Matt's fingers gently slide down your neck, over the hem of your blouse, and stop where the cut-out ends. Teasingly, his fingers trace back along the hem of your blouse, and find their place on your jawline. "Kiss me, Matt." You say, feeling your body arching into his touch on its own.

He doesn't delay any longer, diving to meet your lips already at half of the distance than it was before. The kiss, although it was mainly tongues and teeth clashing together, took your breath away. Your fingers slipped on the back of his neck, pulling him closer into your chest. Matt complies, still holding his whole weigh on the back of the sofa, his knee painfully pressing into your thigh, leaving the skin red upon the contact. As much as you don't want to pull away, you still do, breathing heavily, watching a cocky smirk on Matt's lips. There was no denying that he was driving you insane, but the sight of his lips, almost red and bruised from the kiss, your kiss, almost sent you over the edge.

"You taste like beer." He breathes out, licking his lower lip seductively. "And whiskey." Matt can't say anything else because you kiss him again, still with urgency and desire, clouding his senses and lighting up a fire inside his body. His hands run along your body, tug at your jacket and you push yourself up, unsticking your back from the sofa. Jacket down somewhere on the ground, you were feeling on fire. You wished to be out of your clothes as soon as possible, but Matt still wanted to get you so worked up that you wouldn't be able to think of anything else but him.

"Matt.." you whisper, breath hitching as he peppers kisses on your neck, his fingers pulling your blouse down at the end of the cut out, until he feels your bra underneath. His left hand is slowly caressing your skin just above your knee, controlling his strength, because otherwise, he would let his fingers dig into your soft flesh. If he could, he'd mark you as his.

"I wanted this for so long." He says, pulling away from your neck, his nostrils filled with your sweet perfume, fingers clumsily trying to unbutton your silver blouse. You try to find a better position without breaking your back sitting sideways, and end up pressed deeper into the sofa, now lying with Matt making himself comfortable between your legs. Your skirt has ridden so far up that it doesn't function as such anymore.

"Oh yeah? How long?" You say between kisses, now much more slower than before, somehow full of depth. You just couldn't get enough of his lips.

Matt is halfway through unbuttoning your blouse, when he pulls you by your legs closer to him. "Since our second court. When you won." Goosebumps cover your skin when his hand gently rubs your bare thigh, sliding up further than before.

"Really?" You grab the collar of his shirt, bringing him closer, yet not close enough for your lips to touch, and start unbuttoning his shirt. "I thought you were weeping when you got home."

A smirk appears on Matt's face, "You were good, but not that good."

"Cocky bastard." Your fingers quickly work out his buttons and soon Matt feels a light breeze dance on his stomach, your cold fingers touch his chest and abs. "Ripped cocky bastard."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Matt leans forward, suddenly thrusting his hips into yours, and you feel a moan leave your mouth.

"I got a nice reward for that case." You close your eyes when Matt dives to kiss your neck again, lips making their way to your breasts. "Hogarth gave me my office the same day."

"Really?" He asks between kisses, licking a stripe on your neck up till your jaw, hands finally opening your blouse and pushing it off your shoulders.

"Yeah. Somehow that month you were our number one enemies." You remain in a sitting position, still trapped between Matt's hips.

"I honestly refuse to believe that." He hums lowly when you sit in his lap, pushing him into the back of the sofa and kissing his neck. Matt's hands find their place on your lower back, not so discreetly pushing you further into him.

"Hogarth and Benowitz were fuming everytime we got to know that you are on the opposing side." You arch your back when Matt starts unzipping your skirt.

"Ha," he breathes out half of laugh when your hips start grinding on his, hands resting on his shoulders. "I'm a very good lawyer then."

"Don't forget..." You lean closer, lips touching his earlobe, "I've won more times than you." Matt's breath hitches when your hand slides between your pressed bodies, and touches his hard on.

"Y/n-" His body chases your touch, giving you control, and you make work of his belt, hurrying to unzip his pants before he takes the reigns again. "Let me just-"

"Matt, shut up." You push him into the sofa using minimum strength, your tongue invading his mouth and he misses the moment your hands free him from his trousers and you begin grinding on him again, underwear providing at least a half of pleasure that you'd want. "I wanted this since we went to Josie's the first time." Breathing heavily, you bite your lip to prevent another moan from leaving your mouth, instead, Matt takes his turn and a filthy groan leaves his mouth, the sound going straight to your core. "You were so desperate to talk about the case, I was sure it was more than that."

Matt smirks, swiftly laying you down, so now he was in control again. You try to shimmy out of your skirt while Matt rips the shirt off his body and throws it somewhere behind the sofa. His hands stop yours and he finishes the job for you. "Well, Miss y/l/n, you weren't wrong. I wanted to have you all for myself that evening."

"You have me now." You gasp and immediately grab his arm when he brushes his fingers on your panties, feeling how wet you got from his touch. Matt continues his actions a few more times, until he pulls your panties to the side and you almost cum from the sight of him licking his ring and middle fingers, surely enough already tasting you, but then he slowly pushes them inside you, making you gasp loudly at this new feeling. His eyebrows knit together, feeling how tightly your pussy was squeezing his fingers, almost throbbing at the contact. You try to lean on your elbows, try to watch how his fingers disappear inside of you, making your muscles tense and mind race ten times faster. Your hips chase his fingers when he pulls them out, quickly unclasping your bra with his free hand and his fingers, that had just been inside of you, still wet, harshly brush on your breast, trapping your nipple in the middle. Without any warning, Matt dives in, sucking the wet nipple. You moan again, trying your best to keep your mind in place. Being drunk and horny wasn't the best combination, especially when you were lying under the man you desired for a long time. "I need you... in me." You breathe out, and Matt pulls away, leaving your nipple and you waiting for more.

"You sure?" He asks, so painfully hard, that he had to restrain himself from ripping your panties out of his way.

"Yes, Matt, yes."

He jumps out of bed, getting out of his pants as quick as possible, and while you get rid of your panties, you notice him taking out a condom out of his pocket. How long has he been carrying that? Your question remains unanswered when Matt returns to the previous spot, now both fully naked in front of each other, and the anticipation is almost driving you over the edge. With burning eyes, you watch him stroke himself a couple of times before pulling on the condom. You know that he wants to ask something again, you can feel the question hanging in the air, but you decide to speed things up and when the tip of his penis brushes on your folds and stops right at the entrance of your vagina, you push him all the way into you with your heels, and the mutual groan sends shockwaves through your body. You felt so full at this moment, trying to savour the feeling of your bodies finally connected.

"So tight..." Matt grits out through his teeth, "...so good." He finally starts moving, at first, agonizingly slow, but quickly picking up a pace. You only manage to grab his back, letting your nails to dig into the muscles, as well as push him closer to you, clashing your lips together, because finally, he left you speechless.

The pace that Matt finally has set was already making you see stars. You two were panting like you've just ran a marathon, and you were pretty sure that his neighbours will file a noise complaint from the way you couldn't stop the sounds from leaving your mouth. Matt burried his head deep into your neck, biting your shoulder slightly, but sure that it would leave a mark. Everything about this moment was so filthy yet so sacred for him, and even if he felt that he was still a little bit tipsy, the alcohol didn't have the same effect on him that you did. He couldn't remember the last time it felt so good to have sex with someone, let alone enjoy their company, but with you it was different. Your nails, painfully digging into his back, your short breaths that were leaving your mouth every time he pushed himself into you, and the moans of his name, muttered into his ear - everything combined almost made him cum as fast a virgin.

"Matt, I'm so close." You whisper, eyes tightly closed, losing control over your body, when you feel Matt quickening the pace, although the movements of his hips were becoming sloppier and sloppier with each thrust.

He pulls away from your shoulder, resting his forehead on yours, his hot breath mixing with yours, and you arch your back into him again, when Matt slides his hand between your bodies, his fingers frantically rubbing your clit and you feel yourself getting lost in the moment, orgasm overtaking your body, legs shaking with force you didn't know you could experience.

Matt groans loudly, whispering your name like a mantra when, shaken by the orgasm, you squeeze him tightly, and he cums in the condom, still inside you.

"Matt, fuck." You manage to say while he continues to move inside, fucking you through both of your orgasms.

He lets his body fall onto yours, pulling out, and you hiss at the loss of contact, only now feeling how oversensitive you've just become. "Am I squeezing you?" Matt asks, lifting his head from your chest, and gently brushing the hair off your forehead. Only now you notice how sweaty you were, hair sticking to your forehead. Matt's stubble brushes on your cleavage, creating an itchy spot.

"No." You exhale, hugging him close to your body, and you can't stop yourself from kissing his face, his cheeks and his full pink lips. You just couldn't get enough of him.

I don't want this to end. That's what he wanted to say, to scream at the top of his lungs, yet only a soft hum left his lips. "Stay?" He suddenly asks, and you feel your legs giving up, somehow this being more intimate than what you just did minutes ago.

"You sure?" You ask, slowly grazing your fingers on his bicep.

"Yeah. You can sleep in my bed." His nose makes circles on your chest, along with short pecks from time to time.

"Are you gonna be there too?" You laugh slightly, pulling him in for another slow kiss.

"Wouldn't miss this chance." Matt smiles, making your heart swell at the sight of his disheveled hair and a lazy look on his face.

***

You stay the night, waking up when the early morning light breaks through the window of Matt's bedroom. First, you feel your head pounding, as if someone was continuously smashing plates beside your ear. The feeling makes you want to groan loudly, but the arm draped over your stomach prevents you from making any sound. Without turning your body, you look at Matt, sleeping beside you peacefully. He looked so handsome when he wasn't worrying about anything. Then it finally dawns on you - you had sex with Matt. And hell, it was so good...

You find your phone under the pillow, looking at the time. Almost seven. Unconsciously, your hands open messages and in a blink, you're already texting Pug.

You: oh my god

You: shit. We had sex

Pug texts back almost immediately, sending a couple of messages at the same time.

Pug: what? Who's we??

You: Matt and I

Pug: The Matt? Your boss?

You don't answer right away and almost drop your phone on your face when Pug starts calling, only managing to turn off the sound without waking up Matt.

You: DUDE

You: Im at his apt!!

Pug: oH. Well shit, you two finally got laid

You: what you mean by finally??

Pug: cmon we both know it had to happen sooner or later. But wait how did it happen?

You: im so hungover now.

You: long story. Maybe when we meet ill tell

Pug: hey not fair! He's still sleeping?

You steal another glance at Matt, but then he presses you into him, nuzzling his nose into your neck, almost making you shiver. Stilling again, you text Pug back.

You: yeah, don't think any other guy has cuddled me like that in the morning

Pug: cuddling? When's the wedding?

You: shut up 😂

Pug: but in all seriousness now... How good was he?

You: you wouldn't believe if I told you

You: anyways, why are you up so early?

Pug: going to the courtroom in 2 hrs

You: you didnt tell me you had a case

Pug: you didn't ask

You: dick. Good luck

Pug: thanks, shorty 💚

You drop your phone beside your head, exhaling loudly. Matt stirs next to you, placing a kiss on your shoulder. "Morning." He mumbles, bringing your bodies even closer together.

"Morning, handsome." You turn around to look at him.

Matt smiles lazily, gently rubbing your arm, "what time is it?"

"Seven." You close your eyes again, enjoying this closeness and warmth. "We should get up." You say reluctantly, "I still have to go home to get changed."

"I'm sure you look good in my shirt." He replies, hands slipping under the material of his shirt to touch your stomach teasingly.

"As soft as it is, I'm afraid that it doesn't cover my ass." You stop his hand roaming on your skin.

"Everyone should know about your ass." He says in your hair, his hot breath causing you to shiver.

"Objection. Everyone should know about your ass."

"I'm sensing an obsession."

"I'm sensing that we should get going." You kiss him on the lips, quickly pulling away before he traps you again. "I still have to call for a taxi and get changed, and somehow retrieve my car from the bar."

"Can I tag along?" He asks, sitting on the bed when you leave his side.

"I think it would be too suspicious for Karen, especially since we left Josie's together." You say loudly, already putting on your clothes that were scattered on the floor of his living room.

"I don't care." He says, standing in the doorway of his bedroom.

"Matt... Don't be sad. We'll meet in a couple of hours." You hurry to kiss him goodbye, feeling how he presses your body into his, and much to your surprise, he zips up your skirt, kissing your temple.

"I can't wait." He says, listening to your hurried steps downstairs, already missing your presence in his apartment.

Matt was glad that you slept so peacefully the whole night and didn't even notice him leaving in the middle of the night. He had to leave, he had to find that junkie who killed Elena and he had to beat the shit out of him, because he deserved to die at least, eye for an eye, but it wasn't Matt, so of course, he was left severely guilty and bleeding. That's the minimum of the punishment that he deserved.

Reluctantly, but with a smile on his lips, Matt pulls himself away from the doorway and goes into the shower, turning on the cold water.

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1rsoldiersince2012 · 3 months

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 3760 (chapter 48)

'screw valentine's day, i want what they have'

but anyway, you're welcome ☺ thoughts, comments are always appreciated <3

48. this might've been just a dream, right?

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He says again, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Robert? What are you doing here?" You manage to say, feeling as if your whole body has gone numb. The kitchen almost starts spinning, and you feel your blood begin to boil.

"I invited Rob, he's a part of the family." Your father says, leaving Matt alone, and comes to stand next to Robert in the kitchen. Rob. Fucking Rob. Now it was only you against them both. Exactly the way it always has been.

"Aren't you going to introduce us, y/n?" Robert asks, eyes targeting Matt, his voice as sweet as honey. You're not gonna get the authority in this house, and he knows it all too well.

"Yeah, that's Matthew Murdock. My boss." You smile wickedly, watching everyone's eyes widen. "Murdock as in Nelson and Murdock attorneys office."

Matt tries to read the room, waiting for somebody to snap, but Robert only shakes his hand, obviously swallowing some other words.

"Your boss? Y/n, what-" your mother begins, but a single glare from your dad is enough to shut her up. The atmosphere changes immediately, and Matt feels like an outsider, as if he himself was sitting as a spectator in a courtroom, a mere watcher with no real influence on the Jury's final decision.

"I'm sorry, mind if I have a few words with my daughter?" Your father says, walking out of the kitchen, sparing all the pleasantries. He doesn't need to turn back and wait for you because he knows you'll follow.

"Excuse me." You mutter, walking past Matt. He asks for someone to show a way to the bathroom, so he could listen to you and your father talk without completely blanking out in front of others. It was unfair, cheating, using his powers for not a great cause, but he just couldn't be left out in a new environment. Not when it was you and him against the world.

"What? What boss? Mind explaining something to your father?" Harold closes the doors of his bedroom, not shouting or smashing things. But this calmness was always scarier than anger.

"What's there to explain? I work elsewhere now." You sit on the bed, unfazed.

"How long?"

"Two months or so."

"Why?" Yeah, this was the spitting image of a police interrogation.

"I got tired of kissing asses, especially Benowitz's." You simply shrug, holding strong eye contact.

"You had the world under your feet there and left for what? What does he even pay you?" Apparently one look was enough to crack Matt's character and social status.

"Not nearly enough, but I don't really care about money." A steady heartbeat.

"If you think that leaving Benowitz was a great idea, you're very wrong, kid. He's gonna crush that office of yours like a boot crushes an ant." Harold's voice was still unbelievably calm. Matt sits on the closed toilet seat to listen better. "What went wrong? You liked working there."

"He wanted me to give a false statement to the Jury. I refused."

"That's it?"

"Yes." Your heart skips a beat; but you don't desire explaining every 'silly' thing that lead to your resignation. Not now.

He scoffs and a thunder-like laugh leaves his chest. "Honey, if you think that everyone who works as a lawyer is a saint, then you still don't know shit about the world."

"If you thought I was gonna let a guilty party walk freely among everyone else, then you're..." Insane. Stupid. "Wrong."

"But it's not that, is it?"

Matt stiffens, trying to locate your heartbeat again.

"It's... Love, right?" Harold asks again, noticing your pink cheeks. He could always read you like an open book. "Oh, what have I told you after the last time?" A heavy sigh escapes him.

You break the eye contact with him, looking at your feet. The mattress next to you dips, and your face is pulled into your dad's chest. "I know. But it's different. It won't be like the last time." You whisper, your shoulders rigid and unable to release the tension.

"I want to believe it. But I have a feeling that this time it will be worse."

"No, I promise."

"You don't have to promise me anything. Promise to yourself." He rubs your shoulder with the free hand, thinking over his next words. "Listen, I know that it never worked out with Robert... Although I really wish it did. But I'm not gonna press you this time."

"Who are you and what did you do to my father?" You pull away to look him in the eyes and he wipes the tears from your face.

"I want what's best for my only daughter."

Matt furrows his eyebrows. So many questions and no answers. He understood that the past is better left behind, but not knowing a lot about you was frustrating.

***

The dinner was nice. Apart from the occasional glares thrown at you and Matt from one of the three. You sat next to Matt, who was seated right across Robert, next to your father, facing you, and your mother by his side. Robert was acting like a real man should - he listened, asked questions, commented something on the game that was shown on TV; to a mere watcher, it would've looked like Robert and Matt got along just perfectly. But the tension was hanging thickly around them, as you suspected it would.

Your father was mostly silent, but when he talked, he only asked questions. Questions you didn't particularly enjoy. When you told him about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, now crowned as Daredevil, about how the whole gang of Nelson and Murdock put the city's biggest criminal behind the bars and accidentally let it slip that you've been poisoned, your father almost choked on the apple pie. Of course, the lecture about being more cautious was inevitable, even in front of a guest, but when Matt placed his warm hand on your knee for reassurance, you felt grateful to have him here with you.

"Do you agree with this devil, Matthew?" Your mother asks, pouring herself a glass of water. You notice her hands slightly shaking. Obviously, no mother wants to hear about their child getting hurt; not even when that child is a 30-year-old lawyer.

"As a lawyer - no." Matt's voice is firm, he doesn't stutter like he did when Karen asked his opinion about the vigilante for the first time, although it wasn't nice to lie about himself. "As a citizen, a blind one too, I think he's doing a lot more good than wrong. I mean, he has saved y/n, and our secretary, more than once."

"By disobeying and breaking multiple rules." Robert speaks from behind a cup, sending you 'is this guy serious' look.

"Well, you can't have something good without a bit of bad." Matt responds, and you bite away a grin, giving Robert a glare back.

"Sounds a lot like church teaching."

"Well, I am catholic." Matt answers to Robert.

"So as a catholic, you believe in his doings?" Your mother asks again. The question hangs in the air for a while, accompanied by the sound of intense commentating on TV.

"Please, let's not involve religion at this table." You groan slightly.

"No, I wanna hear his opinion." You look at Robert threateningly, but he avoids your eyes.

"Yeah, I mean... He's not killing people... From what I've heard. Just... Beats them up and gives them to police."

"So what you're saying..." your father clears his throat, "is that police are not capable of dealing with the criminals... and they need another criminal to help them?"

Ah, the police way of talking. You knew this was coming sooner or later. Maybe bringing Matt here was a mistake.

"I usually don't doubt honest work of police officers but-"

"Fisk had at least half of the precinct paid off. I saw FBI arresting them." You help Matt, suddenly feeling the need to defend him from your family's sharp words. You two against the whole world.

"All the good men then left, I see." Harold clears his throat again, this time more embarrassed than confident, "when I was Chief Officer, anyone who was bribed was kicked out of the force... by me. Personally. I guess a lot has changed, in almost ten years."

"Why did you leave the force?" Matt risks a lot with this question, and suddenly everyone at the table tense. You gulp loudly beside Matt, panic evident in your eyes when they meet your father's tired ones. Your mother focuses on the glass of water in her hand, not making eye contact with anyone. Robert notices your eyebrow slightly twitching when you look at Camilla, something about your face now was different; you looked paler, more tired, as if these were your last moments on Earth. He knew some of it, the story, the real reason, but after the time when he asked for more details and was met with your furious father, he didn't dare to look for more details anymore. What he knew, was half of the truth, and frankly, it was enough for him. It was the same for your mother, yet she learned to be humble and silent about it.

The question hangs heavily in the air, until your father replies, "Uh, just encountered some personal... Health problems."

He's lying. Too obvious for someone who previously worked in the force. Harold's heartbeat is all over the place, loudly pounding in Matt's ears. As is yours. Something about this was not right, suspicious.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Matt sends a small apologetic smile towards your dad, his hand finding your knee under the table again. You almost flinch, but then quickly cover it up with a cough. Your skin somehow feels both hot and cold at the same time, and Matt feels the sudden tensing of your body. "If you were still a captain, none of that mess with Fisk would've ever happened."

"Don't be so sure, Matthew." Harold's voice is low, with a note of regret, "from what I've heard now, he's worked hard in the shadows to lure powerful people and built his empire from scratch. A man like this is very dangerous and hard to capture."

"But not impossible." Matt strives to bring positivity back on the table, but this appears to be impossible.

"Matthew, take no offense, but you're too catholic for your own good." Harold answers, and you know that this is his final word in this talk.

The men return from the backyard, and you can only guess what they talked about the whole time they were gone. You pass Matt in the corridor, grazing his hand with your fingers as you go and make way towards the bathroom to wash your face. A minute later, someone slips inside, and you think that it's Matt, but when you lift your head to grab a towel, you see Robert standing in the middle of the bathroom, his arms crossed on his chest.

***

You help your mother get the guest room ready, exchanging only few words. She likes Matt, admits it herself, but doesn't dare to comment anything else. Mother's intuition was telling her that you didn't bring Matt here to simply make a blind man's lonely holiday better, perhaps you wanted to introduce him as your boyfriend, but didn't dare to do so when Robert was in the house. She also liked Robert, he was almost like a son to her, visiting them ocassionally since highschool, he wasn't a rare sight in this house, but... Maybe it was time to move on. For everyone. Camilla knew that if Robert continues coming here, you'll become a rare sight. In her heart, she wanted what's best for you, her dearest daughter, but she also knew about your tough character and how easily you can break apart when you're hurt.

"Occupied."

"Well, then you should've locked the door." His voice is nonchalant, you notice that he's already changed his clothes, ditched the long sleeved shirt for an old police academy t-shirt. He looks as if he was trying to flex his biceps in front of you, but the thought of that makes you grin. Matt definitely had a stronger body than this Sheriff wannabe.

"Not my fault that there's an idiot in the house."

"Classic y/n." He scoffs, leaning on the door with his whole back. "So, this guy, a new toy of yours?"

"Do I hear jealousy, Robert?"

He ignores your question, going on a ramble, "see, this is why some people think of you as a whore, going around, playing men and then leaving them when you get bored. Even at the dinner table you two can't keep your hands to youself, huh? Are you two fucking?"

"I fuck whomever I want. And it's no concern of yours." You say, leaning on the sink.

"Have you forgotten about us? How good it felt when we were together?" He says, his back still pressed against the bathroom door, keeping the maximum distance in the small space.

"Maybe it felt good for you, but you've never even bothered to ask if it felt good for me." You bite, watching his eyes widen in shock... Or shame.

"Oh please, if someone had heard us, they would've thought that I was the best man on the planet with the way you were screaming."

"Maybe I was screaming because I disliked it? How can you know when you've always turned away to sleep or left after you were done rutting your dick into me?" You wave your hands in front of you in a dirty gesture, noticing Robert's clenched jaw.

"He's gonna break your heart. Like you did mine. I just hope the pain is even worse for you than it was for me."

"I broke your heart? Please." You scoff, crossing your arms, "when I told you about my problem, you basically vanished."

"I needed some time to think, but I still wanted you. I still do." His voice is desperate and it makes you sick.

"Oh, save it for some other poor soul, you just wanted to get me pregnant but when the doctors said that it's impossible, you threw me away like a dirty rag. That's all you wanted - to have nice little children, and not because you loved me, but because you were so obsessed with my father that you wanted a connection between the two of you!" Your voice gets louder and Robert glances at the door nervously.

"I don't need any children to have a connection with your father. I already have it." He boasts, so sure of his place in this house that if he hated you, he would have the power to banish you from here. But he didn't. Deep in his heart, there we still strong feelings for you.

"Oh, right, I forgot that you are the son he wished to have, and not me, the daughter who's whoring around every man she sees, right?" Your voice is strong, displaying years of suppressed anger and not being loved enough in your own home. "Do you know how hard it was for me to be with you after all that I went through? How your touch made me flinch? And you have the audacity to come here to my parent's house and say that you want me back? Don't you understand the reason I left you the second time?" You desperately grab onto the sink with your palms and take deep breaths.

"You said you were better, how was I supposed to read your goddamn mind?" He shouts, and suddenly you feel like you've travelled back in time, before you were even a lawyer, and were arguing about the same things with Robert.

"I said I was better because I was, the therapy was helping, but I wasn't feeling well with you around. You're just... Too similar to him."

"If you think that I'm similar to that psychopath, you're not better than him yourself."

"You-" you grab a tube of body lotion from the sink and throw it at Robert, hitting him in the chest. "Get out of my sight before I throw something sharper than this fucking lotion!"

"You will fuck this up, whatever you two have going on, it's doomed." He leaves the bathroom, closing the door loudly.

***

An hour later you're gently knocking on Matt's door, hoping to disappear from the corridor before Robert or your father see you. Robert was staying in the room next to this, and he could exit any moment. Matt opens quickly, much to your luck, a confused look on his face. Without words, he lets you inside.

"Wow, that is really dark, I gotta," you walk towards the corner of the room and turn on a lamp. Warm yellow light fills the space, and you notice Matt's slumped shoulders. "What did they even do to you?" You say with a humourless laugh, sitting at the end of the bed.

"Don't worry, we just chatted. What's up with you?" Matt tries to sound innocent, but he didn't know what to do with the information he overheard. He wanted to hug you, and never let you out of his embrace, but you had to tell everything you told Robert to him yourself.

"You want some?" You say, taking a sip of wine straight from the bottle. He doesn't answer, but sits next to you on the bed. "It's wine."

"Where'd you get that?"

"Stole from my parents. I need it more than they do." You push the bottle into Matt's hands, and watch him drink. "I truly hoped that this could be our escape from the problems and the whole Hell's Kitchen, but... I'm sorry it got ruined. By an obvious somebody." Your voice wavers with anger.

"It's alright. I got to spend more time with you." Matt shrugs, his knee resting against yours.

"Aren't you just full of positivity?" You smile, honestly, for the first time this evening. "So, how bad are the first impressions?" You drink again, not letting Matt out of your sight.

"They're good. I think your mom likes me a lot." He smiles, and you fight the urge to put your palm on his cheek. "Robert's not very talkative with me, and your dad... I think he has accepted the fact that Robert's not your boyfriend anymore."

"Ah, you know, Matt, I love your ability to see positive aspects of every shitty situation." You laugh, finally loosening up when the wine kicks in.

"You didn't tell me it was your birthday." Matt says, taking a swing from the bottle. The wine is good, not too sweet and just the right amount of sour. "Which day was it?"

"November 13th." You answer, lying on your side with your hand under your head. "I stopped celebrating a long time ago."

Matt drinks some more and puts the bottle away, lying down as well, mirroring you. "Why?"

"Got tired of all the meaningless gifts, and money. I hate when people gift money and say 'go buy whatever you want'. It just completely loses the whole birthday meaning. A gift should be something that screams 'you're on my mind' or 'this made me think of you' and not 'this is shiny and girly, I hope this will pass as a good gift'." You scoff, "One time Robert gifted me a red lipstick because he liked the color."

"Jesus, really?" Matt can't hold the laugh, and you burst out laughing as well, hiding your face in his chest. When the laughter dies, Matt's hand begins gently stroking your hair, "I would gift you the whole world if I could."

"Lying is a sin, Matthew." You smile, kissing his exposed neck. "You should be very careful with these kinds of statements. Or I might twist them around."

He lets you kiss his neck, his jaw and his chest, but the uneasiness stirring inside of him doesn't allow Matt to fully focus on you the way he'd want to. "I overheard something... You and Robert were talking."

The words make you stop and you look at him intently, panic setting in, "what exactly?"

Words get stuck in his throat, and Matt's face becomes red, embarassed. He should've just kept his mouth shut, but of course, the devil had to pull his tongue. "Something about pregnancy. I was just passing by and-"

"Oh, that." You close your eyes, bracing yourself. "I was planning to tell you this some time later. I didn't know how far will we go... Because no woman goes around telling that to the first guy in her bed... But I think you already deserve to know." You pause, feeling your own heart beating loudly in your ears, Matt puts his hand on yours for emotional support. He has heard every single word you and Robert said to each other, but he needed to hear it all from you. "I... I can't have children. I can't get pregnant, and... If you had thoughts about family, now it's perfect time for you to run away."

"I won't leave you, y/n." He squeezes your hand, reassuringly, "I... I don't care. Family, no family, I just want to be with you."

"Just please, don't be disappointed later when that honeymoon phase passes." You sigh.

"I won't. I promise." Matt seals his promise with a kiss, one full of love and adoration.

I love you.

***

The night felt like a fever dream for you and Matt. He kissed you the way he has never kissed anyone; his touch was like fire on your skin, exploring your body like he has already done many times before, but this time it was even more intimate. This wasn't just sex anymore; it was a feeling almost divine, as if your spirits were connecting and merging into one. You gripped the sheets, raked Matt's strong back with your nails, surely leaving long red marks, and welcomed his body weight on yours when you both came from the highest of all the highs - it was divine. When Matt continued to tightly hold your interlocked hands next to your head, and panted hot air into your neck, you didn't expect him to say the next words.

This was beyond the description of 'divine' and all the other words that were used to describe a feeling out of this planet. This was something else, something unreal, a thing one so madly in love longs to hear, dreams, expects and waits for... Yet is never ready when these words are said aloud.

If you didn't have to be quiet, you'd surely would have been laughing into his strong, hairy chest, pressing his body into yours a million times until you wouldn't have been able to move a single muscle. But you couldn't. So you showered Matt with kisses, feeling your lips uncomfortably tingling, and swollen, and told him the same three words back.

It was a fever dream, and you both were sick with the worst disease ever - love.

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47. All 'thanks' to the Devil

"So, what has Matt Murdock planned for the upcoming weekend?" You ask, leaving the office at almost 7 PM. The cases had you worked up until the late evening, with a shit ton of paperwork to sign and send back. The last few weeks had been hectic with courtrooms, new clients and trying not to go out of business with almost no income. All because Matt didn't want to take money from you. Or from his actual clients. You've tried to talking some sense into him, even getting Karen to help change Matt's mind, but he refused to listen. Eventually you just gave up and tried to ignore all the food that clients began bringing to the office, instead of paying with actual money. The food was good, yet it doesn't pay the electricity bills.

Matt lazily walks down the stairs after you, one hand holding onto the railling, the other carelessly swinging his briefcase. "What's happening this weekend?"

"You really don't know?" You stop on the last step and turn back to look at him, perplexed.

"No, what is it?" He stops one step above you, towering like a statue in the late evening.

"It's Thanksgiving." You lean on the railing with your elbow, just an arm's reach from Matt.

"Oh, that." He laughs, "I don't really celebrate."

"You're just weird, and not in a good way, you know that?" You huff, still looking at him from below. If Matt could see, he'd be met with your lovely doe eyes.

"Awh, you broke my heart, y/n." He teases. Those few weeks after sending Fisk to prison were almost like honeymoon - fewer criminals and more time to spend with you. Yes, he has been sneaking out at night when he heard screaming and fighting, but he always returned to you sleeping soundly in his bed. It was hard to keep up with this, the guilt Matt felt when he kissed your forehead and left the warmth of your body to put on the suit has been collecting in his heart the same way dirt collects in the bottom of a river.

"Not the first time, if I remember correctly." You say, cheekily placing your hand on his waist, just above the end of his shirt. Matt feels his breath hitch somewhere in his lungs, but the warmth from your touch calms him. "Listen, Murdock, I thought that if you're not busy, maybe you'd like to go to my parents' house for the weekend?" Your fingers hook on the loops of his trousers and tug him forward.

"To your parents' house?" There's a note of fear and doubt in his voice. He's never been away from Hell's Kitchen for long and the thought of leaving people in need alone was almost crushing.

"Yeah, you know, to celebrate Thanksgiving."

"Really? I thought you were finally going to introduce me to your parents." He smirks, hand resting on your shoulder for support. You both agreed to keep whatever was going on between you two a secret for as long as possible. Not only because of the way Karen was constantly sending Matt heart eyes, but you also didn't want to make things in the office weird, especially after Matt and Foggy called truce. And, secret romance was as exciting as winning a case. Meeting your parents would mean a new step in your relationship; one he was willing to take.

"Well that comes with the whole dinner for free package." You lean forward on your tippity toes, "and maybe breakfast, if you're good."

"I'm always good." His smile becomes even bigger when you tug at his pants again.

"One might argue." You laugh, still keeping your hand firmly on Matt's body, feeling the muscles move when he leans forward to kiss your forehead.

"Well, if one might argue, then one might decline the delicious dinner offer." He says after pulling back and feeling your hand drop. Like an animal close to catching his prey, he comes around in half-circle to stand next to you.

"Don't be a dick now." Your hands find his body again, slowly pulling him closer to you by his tie. "Let's leave this place and just forget everything. At least for a day." His face is just inches away from yours and you whisper, "I'll make sure my dad doesn't kick your ass."

"Oh, that's awesome." He huffs before you place a chaste kiss on his lips. "I might think about it." He murmurs before your lips connect again, this time more demanding. "I think I need a little more convincing." Matt smiles, playing the game with you, before you roll your eyes and kiss him again, tongue teasingly touching his lips and you pull away before he could breach his way into your mouth.

"I'll leave you to make the decision, handsome." You pull away, leaving him needy and in thought. "You better hurry, I might just leave you here."

As Matt closes the doors of your car, you lock them from the inside, much to his surprise and rising suspicion. Your hand rests on his body again, slowly getting under his jacket through the coat and stops on his chest, feeling the heartbeat speeding up. "What are you doing?" Matt asks, feeling cornered in the passenger seat.

"So, what is your answer?" You ask near his face, breathing hot air on his cheek. The air in the car was cold and the contrast made him shiver.

"You really didn't give me much time to think." He smiles, hearing you pout.

"I need to know tonight, my dad is going to the grocery store tomorrow." You kiss his cheek, dragging your lips along his jawline and stop when you reach his chin.

"That's very little time for such tough decision, y/n." He can't hide his smile when you squeeze his shoulder under all the layers and kiss him on the lips.

"I can be very convincing." Your hand drops from his shoulder and slides all the way down until you reach his crotch and can't believe that he's already half hard. "Very, very convincing." You rub your palm on him, intently watching him suck a breath through his teeth.

"Y/n, we shouldn't be doing this here." He mumbles before your tongue makes its way into his mouth, demanding and hungry. He gives into it, tasting your lips again like for the first time, finding it hard to focus on one thing with the way your hands are on him, pulling at his belt, trying to touch him as roughly as possible.

"We're alone, relax." You pull away, breathless from the kiss and using both hands, although, quite uncomfortably in this position, unzip his pants and Matt lifts up his butt so you could push his underwear almost to his mid-thighs. Your hand immediately wraps around his hard cock. He gasps instantly, feeling both relaxed and tense. "I could watch you all day." You whisper sultry in his ear and almost hypnotized look at the way your hand comes up and down, and the sight makes your stomach flip. Matt can't say a word, mainly because there isn't a single coherent thought in his head, just your hot breath fanning against his cheek, and your hand tightly stroking his dick. You kiss the corner of his lips before your hand leaves his erection and the instant coldness makes him shiver. He almost protests, wanting you to finish what you've started but then he hears shifting on the driver's seat and slight huffing as you struggle to make yourself comfortable with those suit pants. "What are you doing?" He asks again, the same question, yet different meaning, expectations high for a different answer.

You say nothing, finally comfortable on the seat, kneeling on the left side of Matt, heels pushed against the door. You lean forward, taking Matt's cock in your hand again and licking the tip. He almost cums on the spot, hands desperately searching for something to grasp and fingers finally tighten on the door handle. "Y/n..." he mouths without sound, eyebrows tightly knitted together, his left hand slipping into your hair and subconsciously pulling at the roots. You roll your eyes and refrain from making a sound at his action and start sucking him. At first, slowly, setting a pace and he pulls your head up for a moment. The hand holding the door handle comes off and he swiftly collects all your hair and one place, making a ponytail. You appreciate the action and continue your previously interrupted activity, hot tongue moving along his veiny dick faster and faster.

The gear shift is uncomfortably pressing into your breast, creating a strange friction; a grunt leaves Matt's mouth, so filthy and so desperate, his hands starts unconsciously pressing your head further on his dick, but he's not harsh. He doesn't want you to do things that you're not comfortable with. He's not one of those guys who needs to hear women choke and gag on their dicks, what difference it would make, if your hand, playing with his balls and the base of his cock that your mouth doesn't reach, does a perfect job? Of course, if you did, he wouldn't mind, but he certainly wasn't going to make you do it.

Lost in the rhythm of your mouth, he felt himself getting closer. Light shaking in his hips told you that he didn't have long left and you pull away, licking your lips. Breath knocked out of your lungs, breasts aching with desire and need to be touched, panties most certainly wet and knees hurting - you were a mess, just as Matt was a complete mess under your touch. You glance at his lower lip, tightly trapped behind his teeth, almost to the point of being bloody and flushed face and almost stop your hand from touching yourself. Awarding him with a kiss, you push your tongue into his mouth, wanting him to taste himself on your tongue, to feel the saltiness of the precum and the absolute desire that was possessing you. Matt groans, hands not letting go of your hair and your cheek; he inhales the air of the car, everything making him even hornier, if that was possible. He knew that your wet panties were sticking to your tight suit pants and if you wiggled your butt enough, you'd most certainly would've created some friction. He felt that in the air, you wanted to ease the tension, wanted to slip your fingers and rub your clit, yet you were almost punishing yourself with the way you solely focused on pleasuring him. He knew that even if his hand slightly brushed over your breast, you'd come undone.

"So," you say, hand slowly going up and down on his dick, calmer than before, but enough to drive him over the edge. "You've thought enough now?" You kiss his cheek, over and over again, purposely avoiding his lips, waiting for his answer. Matt laughs but doesn't say a word. "Are you coming, Matt?" You ask, holding him tigher and he sucks a breath in, "are you coming over, honey?" You ask again, your head against his, Matt's fingers tightening around your hair and you suddenly pick up a harsh, almost punishing rhythm and try to get him off quicker, mouth watering at the sight of your hand on his big veiny dick.

Matt grunts again, this time it comes out so dirty that you roll your eyes to the back of your head but manage to keep him on the edge, so close, but not close enough. "Are you coming?" You repeat your question, this time louder, still keeping the pace, he's almost there, you know from the way he takes short breaths and furrows his eyebrows. "Answer me." You demand into his ear and he finally nods, desperate for this to end. "I want you to say it. Say it Matt, are you coming?" He knows that this question is laced with double meaning, one obvious for this current situation down his pants, and the other - the unanswered question about the dinner.

It takes approximately 5 seconds for him to finally answer, the dominance of your actions and that tone - he was a gone man. "I am, I'm coming-" words get stuck in his throat when you, finally satisfied with the answer, wrap your mouth around his cock again, taking it all in and swallowing. He lets out a guttural moan, hips rising to meet your mouth, head thrown back and chest rising with every breath that he takes.

A moment later, you finally rise up and breathe heavily, a smile dancing on your lips. "Told you that I am good at convincing."

He feels weak, tired and satisfied at the same time. Matt's hand, stretched out, looks for your face and when he finally hooks his fingers behind your ear, you are pulled into a breathless, dirty kiss. He tastes himself again, but this makes the kiss even hotter. "Too good." He whispers when you pull away, knees already tired from this position and you slide down your seat, making yourself comfortable.

The windows of your car are fogged from the inside, hot air inside contrasting with the cold wind outside. Even if someone was passing, surely nothing could've been seen. Matt shivers, remembering that he's exposed at the moment, but doesn't hurry to pull his pants up. You open your eyes that you closed just a second ago and when his hand comes to squeeze your thigh, almost touching your core. You wanted him now - either his dick or his fingers inside you, but much to your own surprise, you push his hand away. "Don't get too greedy." He smiles, and reluctantly, pulls his hand away, finally pulling his pants up. You turn on the ignition, waiting for the windows to cool, "you'll get your piece when the time comes."

"Oh, is that soon?"

"Very soon." You say and touch his cheek with the back of hand before driving out of the parking lot.

*** Apparently 'soon' wasn't the next day. And not the day of your trip to your parents house. Matt felt slightly betrayed by the way you were giving him blue balls for two days in a row. But something told him that just the night after you dropped him off at his place and returned to yours, you definitely stuck your fingers inside of you and came, probably more than once to the fresh memory of him coming in your mouth in the front seat of your car. Just the thought of it made him feel a tingle down there and he shifted in his seat.

"Is it still cold?" You ask, noticing the slight movement in the corner of your eye and shift gears, "I'll have my dad to look over it, I swear something's wrong with the heating." He was right. You did masturbate when you returned to your apartment, almost immediately when you dropped all your clothes on the bathroom floor and turned on the shower. He was right, you came twice.

"No." Matt answers immediately, but then thinks again. "Maybe a bit."

"I knew I wasn't imagining it." You smile briefly when you hear one of your favorite bands on the radio. Muse. Their music had you in a chokehold throughout your entire highschool and it wasn't better when Twilight came out. Although it was a bit crappy movie, the scene with Muse's song made you close your eyes at the imperfection.

"So..." Matt turns to face you, the seatbelt digging into his shoulder, "what's your dad like?"

"Are you scared?" You smirk, adjusting your hands on the wheel.

"Should I be?"

"A bit, yeah." You sigh, "everyone keeps saying that I'm a lot like him."

"So we're going to get along just fine."

You can't help but laugh, glad to stop by the red light. "Your humor is admirable, Matt, truly."

"What? Is he really that bad?" Matt smiles, slightly confused.

"If you're a man, yes. Especially if you're my man." You tap your fingers on the wheel, letting the words sink in. My man. Matt felt his heart flutter. "My ex has him wrapped around his finger. I curse the day I agreed to go to prom with him."

"Wow, then I'm up against a tough opponent."

"Yeah, believe me. What makes it worse is that Robert's a nice guy. Dealing with exes is not easy, right?" You briefly turn to look at him when the light changes to green. "What about you? Any woman I should worry about?"

"Uh... It's all in the past, so no." But Matt's words are not reassuring. Elektra. He hasn't heard from her since college, when she almost screwed up his graduation. But right now, he didn't miss Elektra at all. In fact, he didn't even think about her, when he had you, sitting by his side all the time, full of joy and life. So beautiful like a gust of wind on a hot summer's day.

"Hm." You only hum, not really feeling the need to discuss past lovers. What truly matters is the present. He's glad you're not asking questions and you fall into a comfortable silence.

***

Forty minutes later, you're already parking your car in front of your parents' house. The late November wasn't particularly grateful with daylight, and by the time you drove here, it was almost dusk. You get out of the car, inhaling full lungs of fresh air. Home. The house was still the same as you remembered, no different from the other brick houses on the street, but still so dear to you.

"Can I carry something?" Matt's soft tone brings you back from your thoughts, and you turn around to look at him.

"Only the flowers." Of course, Matt insisted on buying your mother a nice bouquet of flowers on their first meeting. A true gentleman. You grab the apple pie you baked before leaving and with one final look at the last light of the sunset, you place your hand on Matt's elbow. His grip on the flowers tightens, the swing of his white cane is quick and almost enthralling.

"Should we knock?" He asks, when his cane hits a hard wall of the house.

"I'll do it." You knock gently, but loud enough for people inside to hear. Matt hears how the TV gets muted and a shuffling of slippers comes closer and closer to them. It felt like it was just the two of you against the whole world. Both holding onto each other tightly, afraid that if someone comes in between, you both might just fall apart like ancient heroes and their lovers, destined only to suffer. The doors open just a second later-

"I can't believe my eyes." A rough voice reaches Matt's ears, and his best guess is that your dad was looking at you as if he saw a ghost. "Y/n?" He steps through the threshold, embracing you in a tight hug.

"Hi, dad." You whisper into his broad shoulder, inhaling the smell of home. He pulls away and looks at Matt in question. Your mother appears, and her smile is brighter than the whole sky. You push the pie in your dad's hands and hug her with both of your hands. The faint smell of turkey and spices reminds you of all the times you celebrated Thanksgiving with your parents... And all the times you did not.

"So glad to see my beautiful daughter, just look how she glows, look Harold, isn't she just like an angel?" You mother's fingers gently pinch your cheeks, just like they did when you were little. Her eyes dart to Matt, standing just a bit behind you, small smile on his lips. "And who's this handsome?"

"Mom, dad, this is Matt. We wanted to make a surprise, so that's why I didn't tell you about us coming here." You say, and Matt quickly understands that you lied before when you said that your dad needs to know about this before his trip to the supermarked. Clever little fox you were.

Matt extends his hand, quickly folding the white cane and pushing it under his elbow. Your father is the first one to shake hands with him, one firm grip meeting another. Harold's eyebrows shoot up a bit, from the unexpected strength from a blind man. "I'm Harold Y/l/n."

"Matt Murdock. Nice to meet you, Sir. I've heard a lot about your work in the force." Matt smiles, and your father's hand is quickly replaced by your mother's. "Mrs Y/l/n, pleasure to meet you. Y/n said that you might like these," Matt gives your mother the flowers and she sighs, delighted, "something smells very good."

"Fantastic sense of smell! I'm Camilla, and oh, the flowers are just beautiful."

You watch their interraction, somewhere deep inside afraid that this bubble of a perfect world might collapse soon. Your mother takes the flowers and turns back, urging you to go inside. "Murdock you say? I heard a thing or two about your father. One hell of a man he was." You faintly hear your dad's voice, before every bit of happiness washes away from your body when you see him standing in the kitchen, a stupid grin on his face.

"Hello, y/n."

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a quick update to break yet another writer's block * sighs *

49. Another night in Hell's Kitchen

"Who's this fancy looking fella?" Foggy asks, taking in Matt's appearance when you two come to the office minutes before the work day begins.

"You like it?" Matt slowly spins around, showing off his new navy blue suit, paired with a dark red tie with small black dots.

"Did you sell your kidney or something to buy this? Jesus, you're making me look like a subway worker." Foggy laughs, coming to touch Matt's suit to feel the material.

"Nah, got a good deal." Matt smiles, adding, "all the glory should go to y/n, she managed to bargain a smaller price."

Your cheeks turn a light shade of pink, and you quickly turn around from Foggy and Karen to hang your coat. "The owner is a friend of my mom and well, your blindness really soothed his character."

"Wait, wait. I think I'm missing something." Foggy stands, one hand on his hips, and intently looks at the two of you. "I think I need an explanation."

"Y/n invited me for Thanksgiving dinner and we raided the shops later." Matt shrugs as if it wasn't a big deal to hang out with an employee... On a holiday. At her parent's house.

"I just couldn't let him be sullen the whole weekend while we're all away." Making way towards the kitchen for coffee, you also escape curious glances, and soon, clients start coming, pilling up in the lobby with Karen. You don't get a chance to talk with Matt until noon, as he spends most of the time with Foggy, talking to clients and running around the lobby to print documents. You, however, continue to work alone in the office until the lunch break, and just when you thought you were all going to grab a bite, and you could have a chance to smoke a cigarette or two, three loud bangs on your office door, ruin all of your plans.

***

"I'm sorry... But your son has been involved in..." you raise your eyebrows at the short-haired black woman and her 16-year-old son, "an armed robbery?"

"Yes, I've already mentioned it four times."

"Sorry, I'm a bit... Not well today. So, Paxton, could you please tell me what exactly happened? If you want to stay out of jail, I need to hear every single detail."

Paxton's mother crosses her arms, clearly unhappy with the treatment she was receiving, while Paxton was sitting on one of the armchairs, not particularly bothered by the whole situation. "Nothing. My mother is exaggerating." He shrugs, looking out through the window.

"I'm sorry, he's joking, right sweetheart?" His mother tries to gently touch his arm, but Paxton slides away as far as he can. "He told me everything last night. That's why I came here without an appointment. I noticed how many people are here, I am so glad you could take us in during your break."

"Mrs Harris..." You begin, tapping your pen on your notebook, "enough with the pleasantries. I need the details so I could tell you if I'm able to help you and Paxton. Now, please, talk."

"Remember that article a couple of weeks ago about how five men robbed a jewelry store?" She asks, casting her eyes to the ground; you give her a negative answer and wait for a more detailed explanation. "Well, Paxton was involved in it."

"What did you steal?"

"Rings, necklaces, earrings. I found a box of them in his room." She answers for Paxton.

You look at the boy, noticing a small smirk he just bit away. "What were you planning to do with them, Paxton?"

"Sell. It's all gold." He rolls his eyes.

"Why?"

"I need money." Paxton says in a hurtful tone, sending a glare towards you.

"What for?" Your question hangs in the air heavily. "Why is a teenage boy so in need of money that he must go rob a jewelry store? Tell me, do you work somewhere?"

"No, the money that I bring home is enough." Mrs Harris answers for her son once more, and you look at him in thought.

"Is it drugs, Paxton? You need more money for a dose, don't you?" He stares back at you, visibly irritated. "Is it cocaine? Or marijuana? Do you smoke with your criminal friends after school? Where'd you get the guns from?"

"Excuse me, but these are false accusations, Miss y/l/n, I-"

You hold your hand up, and continue to look right at the boy. "It is drugs. Bloodshot eyes, runny nose. You keep buying those eye drops in hopes of concealing it, but they don't work, do they?"

"Miss-"

"How do you know?" He finally asks after failing the staring contest.

"I had my fair share of experience with drug addicts. Now, if we cleared this one up, where'd you get the guns and who were your accomplices?"

"I can't tell you. I made a promise." He protests in vain.

"Addict's promise is nothing more than an empty talk. Did they threaten you?" You're met with silence and uneasiness from Mrs Harris. "Paxton, we're bound by an attorney-client privilege. Whatever you say, stays in this room. I can only advise what's best for you in court."

"No."

"I think you're lying to me."

"Yes, okay? I had to keep my mouth shut so they would give me my share." You rub your forehead in thought, when Paxton speaks up again, "we found some guns in an abandoned place, it was like a warehouse or something. We only came there to threaten the owner, but then Joey fired a shot and... We didn't want to hurt anyone."

"Did you hurt someone?"

"No, the bullet went through the display glass, but we got scared and ran away." Paxton was still restricted, but after you assured that it stays between you three, he opened up.

"Did anyone see you?"

"No, we wore masks."

"Can you tell other names? Besides Joey?"

He hesitates, cracking his fingers, afraid to meet his mother's eyes.

***

"He's agreed to help us, in exchange for a full immunity."

"Did he give any names?" Mahoney asks, flipping over the papers.

"All of them." You answer, looking over at Mrs Harris and her son, still in your office. Matt and the rest of the office returned from their lunch break, and Matt was awkwardly hanging around Karen's desk, listening to you and Mahoney talking on the phone from time to time. Karen was pushing him to get a grip and finally start taking money from the clients, rather than doing everything for free; yet he kept pushing back with the same old arguments.

"Well, I need you to come to the station, so we could take the statement, only then I can guarantee a full immunity."

"Alright, we'll see you soon, Sergeant."

***

You enter Josie's before seven, pushing through the thick crowd to the pool tables, old rock music is blaring through the speakers on full volume. Some guy almost spills his drink and starts apologizing profusely, so you quicken your step until you finally see familiar faces of Nelson and Murdock. "Apologies for the delay, Mahoney held us up." You sigh, stopping in front of the pool table to watch how Foggy misses a perfect shot.

"He likes to do that a lot." Foggy comments, trying to cover up his incredible failure.

"What happened? You were gone the whole afternoon." Matt fixes his glasses, directing his movements elsewhere, although he wanted to at least put a comforting hand on your shoulder... But not in public.

"Uh... Whiskey neat?" You ask him, snatching his drink without waiting for an answer, and when the alcohol burns your throat, finally reply, "so basically, the warehouse where the kids found guns belong to the irish, yes, yet another gang in Hell's Kitchen. And the police are on the lookout for them, but it seems that they went into hiding." You put an empty glass on the table next to you, and touch Matt's shoulder, "Next one's on me."

"Wait, so what happened to the kids?" Karen asks, sipping her own drink, which you notice to be the same brand of beer that Matt keeps buying for himself.

"We all talked, but of course, their parents weren't happy with the charges, so none of them confessed, but Paxton's on tape, and he still has the full immunity on the table."

"And the store owner?"

"He didn't recognize any of them, but he did recognize the stolen jewelry that Paxton brought with him. At least they were smart enough to wear masks, but if Mahoney pulls out a search warrant, it's over for them." You sigh, plopping on the chair nearby. "I'm dog tired and I can't believe I've walked all the way from the station here."

"Hey, it's time to relax now, we've got all gang here!" Foggy puts his hands on your shoulders and shakes, a bit too strong for your liking.

"Nelson and Murdock are finally back!" Karen lifts her bottle and cheers when Matt's shot goes right into the hole.

"That's a pretty damn good shot there, Murdock." You comment, and Matt's cheeks slightly blush. You quickly check him out, relaxed and laid back, his jacket ditched somewhere on the chair, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and his strong arms exposed. If you could, you'd take him right here in the filthy bathroom of Josie's bar; but you can only bite your lip and wait for Josie to bring you a drink.

Matt laughs, "I only got lucky this time."

"He's been riding on that luck the whole evening, don't trust his words." Foggy comments and goes around the table to find the best position for himself again.

*** The evening goes by quickly, you've already lost the count on how many drinks you have consumed in those couple of hours, the bar is nowhere near empty, on the contrary, it only became fuller. Foggy has won two out of six rounds against Matt and has been glued to his beer ever since, apart from an occasional bathroom break, and now it was Karen v Matt in the 'grand pool battle', as Foggy called it.

Your phone vibrates and you pull it out of your purse, confused. 1 new message. You can't help but look around the bar, before opening the message from an unknown number. Maybe Todd has come back to haunt you again?

U/N: hey, just wanted to check in, how are you?

You: sorry, who's this?

You see three dots appear and disappear multiple times, and at last, the person texts back, you quickly sober up.

U/N: It's Poindexter.

U/N: don't mean to appear like a stalker, but got your number from the case documents.

You: Oh

Dex clenches his jaw tightly, and Ray turns to look at him, clutching his phone. "You alright?"

"Yeah, yeah." Dex answers, briefly looking around where they have parked their car. Dex and Ray were on a lookout mission tonight, and after a long afternoon of contemplating, he finally gathered enough courage to text you. And your response wasn't as warm as he expected it to be.

After two long minutes, which felt like an hour to Dex, you finally started typing something. Ray side-eyed his partner with rising interest, pretty much because he has never seen him staring at his phone like that. Dex's small smirk to your message added more suspicion to the already boiling pot.

You: does this count as a part of your job, agent?

Dex: not when I'm off duty.

You: are you off duty now?

Dex: well, I guess you caught me this time.

Matt listens to the sudden liveliness of your phone, slightly confused, but then Karen appears next to him and offers to teach how to play pool 'correctly', despite the obvious fact that he's been playing with Foggy the whole evening. You watch them from behind a half empty glass of whiskey, catching the way drunken Karen allowed herself to boldly touch Matt. You shouldn't be mad or jealous... Theoretically... Because you two weren't public or official. But theory aside, you were biting your cheek to refrain from a sarcastic remark. Matt couldn't help himself but smile awkwardly when he felt Karen's fingers sliding along his arm; her closeness was too much for his liking, especially in front of you; but your attention was somewhere else already.

You: didn't think feds worked overtime. You replied cheekily, but then added, I'm ok. Thanks for asking, Dex.

Dex's response was quick, you don't know a lot about us then. I guess everything that happened was very hard for you.

You get a fresh glass of whiskey, thinking over his message. It was strange, that when your life has finally settled, weeks after Teneke's murder, Dex decided to text you. Although there was some truth in his words, it was hard, the nightmares weren't the fun part of the whole thing too... But it was all in the past now; with Matt by your side, you allowed yourself to relax and not think of all the bad things that happened in your life since your return to Hell's Kitchen.

You: it was, yeah. If we're already on this subject, how are you?

Dex: I'm good, thanks.

And he was, especially when you texted back. His smile, even though a brief one, didn't go unnoticed by Ray. Dex wanted to text something else, keep the conversation going, but his mind was blank, especially when it came to making small talk; although he was now guarded by his phone and safe from any first-hand awkwardness, Dex still didn't know how to deal with the sudden stress. But his self-pitying session got interrupted by your message, so, what are you up to right now? So, you did care after all. Enough to not let this conversation die.

Dex: on a lookout for a bad guy, pretty boring. And you? Hopefully something more exciting.

You: in a bar, drinking my salary away with the bosses. How bad that bad guy is?

Dex: pretty bad in my opinion. Don't drink too much, you won't feel well tomorrow :)

You lock your phone and notice that Foggy and Karen were already dressed up.

"Look who's off her phone already, you missed all the fun." Foggy says, buttoning his coat up.

"You're leaving already?"

"Yeah, Karen's afraid to go home alone and I-"

"I am not!" Karen giggles, steadying herself against the pool table. Matt laughs, leaning on the pool cue and sips his beer.

"Huh, maybe I should head home as well... Just want a cigarette so bad, haven't had one the whole day." You sigh, and say your goodbyes to Foggy and Karen. The bar is still full, Josie's been running non-stop, and you think to yourself if it's always like this on a Monday night.

"That leaves just two us now, huh?" Matt says, striking the white ball into the red one.

"Isn't this just so romantic?" You laugh, walking closer to Matt, and whispering in his ear, "those shouting ones really know how to create an atmosphere...Full of sweaty bodies and that stink of cheap beer."

"I'd say this is perfect." He laughs, handing you the pool cue.

"No, I don't play."

"Come on, let me teach you."

"Really? And how will you do that?"

"With your help, of course." Matt laughs into your ear, and puts his hands around your shoulders, positioning the cue in your hands. "Now, turn where the white one is." You do that, noticing that there's a green ball right behind the white one. "And now, you strike that ball into another one, like that." He pushes the cue with quick, powerful movement, still holding your hand.

"It went in!"

"See, it's easy." He smiles, forgetting that he was gonna ask you who was texting you this late in the evening. You celebrate for a moment, but then grab Matt's hand, asking to go home. And who was Matt to refuse your ideas, when he knew how tired you were?

As you were waiting for a taxi outside, Matt was standing so close to you that you smelled his perfume mixed with all the smells of the bar even through your burning cigarette.

"Listen, I wanna ask you something, y/n." He begins, shuffling his feet on the sidewalk. "Do you... Would you like to go on a date tomorrow evening?"

"A date?" You ask again, averting your attention from the passing cars. "Matt, we've been together for like a month."

"I know, and I haven't asked you on a date once, that's on me." His warm hands found yours and squeezed affectionately, "let's go to some nice place, maybe not too expensive," you laugh and it's like music to his ears, "I would choose it myself, but unfortunately," Matt gestures to his glasses, "I'll put on my best suit, and you could put on that silk dress I helped you choose... What do you say?"

You wanted to kiss him right now and never let him out of your arms, "I have one place in mind... I just hope that it will be as romantic as Josie's."

He laughs, throwing his head back, "so, that's a yes?"

"Affirmate, Mr Murdock." You kiss him on the cheek, leaving the biggest smile on his face.

***

"Hey, I told you I'm sorry, I tried to reason with my mother to not go to that lawyer!" Paxton's voice rings in the dark alley, four dark figures hovering above him menacingly.

"So you had to tell our names to save your own ass, didn't you?" Joey asks, kicking Paxton's thigh with enough force to earn a loud cry.

"I was busted either way. She cracked me about the drugs, I can't be in jail for having drugs in my house, please!"

"You're just a pussy, Paxton. I always knew you were the weakest link." Toby says, pulling the hood off his head. "We could've sold that gold for good money and taken more guns from the warehouse, but it's all busted now. And whose fault is that?"

"Guys, please," Paxton shields his head from another kick, "I beg you, stop, I'll take everything back, I promise-"

"I don't take promises from a snitch. We should just kill you right now." Joey says, picking up a brick from the ground, and gets hit by one of Daredevil's billy clubs, which bounces off to knock out Toby. The rest of the gang look around in panic, until they notice a dark figure on one of the rooftops, and another billy club flies through the air and knocks them out as well.

"Please, please, don't kill me, Daredevil!" Paxton lies back down, keeping his hands in the air.

The devil of Hell's Kitchen lands on the ground switfly with little effort and picks up his billy clubs, agonizingly slowly stalking towards Paxton. "Call the police, call your lawyer first thing in the morning, leave no details, you understand? Drop the shady business or I won't be so nice the next time we meet." Matt rasps out, in case Paxton has heard him speaking in the office.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it, please don't hurt me anyone." Paxton cries out, holding his bruised side.

"Make the call right now, Paxton, I won't ask again."

The boy pulls out his phone, screen almost shattered from the kicks and dials the emergency number, fearfully looking at his knocked out friends and Daredevil himself, standing and looking right at him.

Another typical night in Hell's Kitchen.

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

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*whispers * "we are so back baby"

50. of first dates and men

"I almost thought I wasn't gonna make it." You admit, placing your arm on Matt's, an action that has become a habit of yours when you two were by yourselves. "Mahoney opened an active investigation, and blah blah blah."

"I feel like you're leaving all the juicy details out." Matt turns his head to your side, smiling. There's an easiness in his step, maybe he feels lighter, maybe it's because you're finally here with him after a long, lonely day in the office; maybe it's because he's so in love that it all seems silly to him.

"Don't be so greedy, Murdock." You slightly nudge his side, spotting the diner that you chose for your date. Far away from the office and Karen, and Foggy, far away from the people you might know. The street you're both walking appears rather noisy, kids kicking around a ball, music playing loudly in someone's house, an old man with a questionable taste in hats is selling tacos, and two girls are arguing at someone's doorstep.

"It's hard to not be when I'm with you." He replies, tuning out the surrounding noise.

You bite away a smile, squeezing his forearm affectionately; upon entering the diner, you're amazed by all the decorations, light bulbs in different colored jars hanging from one wall to another, the big lights dimmed to create a pleasant and cozy atmosphere for the evening, and pleasant soft music playing from the speakers. "Well, we're here."

Matt takes a deep breath, "Smells nice."

You choose the table in the farthest corner, hanging your coat on the chair, and finally sit down. Your feet were already sore from walking on the job in heels the whole day, running from one office to another in the station, but you refused to wear something more comfortable this evening; your dark red silk dress was made to be paired with the black stiletto heels.

** "Ever played truth or dare?" You ask, cutting your steak. Matt's knife stops and he turns his head to the side, thinking. It was cute how he always tilted his head like a confused dog, as if the action somehow cleared his confusion.

"Uhh, no, I don't think so. Why?" He asks softly. You two have been chatting this and that while waiting for food, so now you wanted to keep the conversation going.

"You... Wanna play?" You bite your lip anxiously, waiting for him to turn down your suggestion and call it childish. "If you don't want, that's okay... I'm just suggesting."

"Yeah, alright, why not?" He chews his salad, thinking for a moment. "When's the last time you played this?"

"Uh... Probably during the last spring break in high school." You chuckle. "Someone dared me to steal handcuffs from my dad."

"Did you?"

"Obviously... Just haven't yet told him that it was me."

Matt smiles, biting the inside of his cheek, and you can't help but look at the way he pokes his tongue out to lick his lips. "Now, I'm not that surprised you agreed to break into Melissa's house."

"Oh, are you throwing shade on me, Murdock?" You exaggerate your fake gasp and grab your chest. The way your fingers slide on your silk dress, makes Matt suck in a sharp breath.

"I'm just, making an assumption... A very late one, too." He nervously fixes his glasses again. "Okay, so, truth or dare?" He leans forward, catching a whiff of your perfume, and picks up the fork once more.

"Let's begin with truth."

"Oh, safe choice, alright. When was your last serious relationship?"

"Checking your chances or...?" You laugh with Matt, but then get a bit more serious. "Well, I only had two of those. One was obviously Robert. Then there was another guy. And after him, I briefly got back with Robert again, but it wasn't serious that second time with him. I wasn't the same person he knew." You take a sip of your wine, continuing, "so yeah, that was at least nine years ago."

"Wow." Matt's eyebrows briefly shoot up above his glasses, lips curling downwards.

"Yeah... So, truth or dare?" You poke a salad with the fork, looking at Matt making a decision.

"I'll go with truth as well." He replies after a long minute, fingers tapping around for the knife.

"What about your past relationships?" You ask, clearing your throat. You had a rough idea of his previous flings, so you weren't surprised when he told you that he's more of a 'one-night stand guy'. It felt weird, on one hand you knew that what you had right now was serious, compared to Matt's relationship record, but it made you somewhat unease, thoughts of you being just one big distraction began creeping into your mind while he was talking. Well, you weren't any different, God knows, you two were made from the same fucked up clay; but it was what it was, and you couldn't change your past. Or Matt's for that matter.

"There was this girl while I was still in college. I think she was the only one I confessed my love to..." Matt quickly clears his throat, cheeks reddening from embarrassment. "Until I met you, of course."

"We're more similar than I thought." You say, averting your eyes from his crouched figure. It was a hard pill to swallow, but it was the truth, hard truth.

He smiles, almost guiltily. The game continues until you're both two glasses of wine in, leaning close to each other, giggling about nothing, daring to kiss each other or ask the waiter to change the radio station. The people around you change quicker than you can get used to the new faces, but you're still there, still lost in each other's perfumes, still holding hands under the table, still very much in love.

***

"So, don't you think that there's something between Matt and y/n?" Karen asks out of the blue, and the question knocks all the thoughts out of Foggy's head.

He blinks slowly, "what?", then laughs shortly, "it's a joke, right?"

They're the only one's left in the office before closing time, with you gone to the station since morning, and Matt leaving a bit earlier than usual. Karen presses the START button on the printer and it begins buzzing. "Yeah. No. I mean, I don't know." She shakes her head, blonde hair falling on her face. "Maybe I'm just imagining it, but it seemed strange, the look she gave me yesterday. When we were in the bar." Karen falls silent, realizing that she said too much already.

"What look? Karen, what happened yesterday? I thought we all had a great time together." Foggy stops packing his briefcase and looks at Karen's back, waiting for her to turn around, but she doesn't, still shielding her pink cheeks with her long hair.

"We did, yeah."

"Then what look are you talking about?" Foggy starts catching the train of Karen's thoughts and his eyes slightly widen, "Wait. You're jealous, aren't you?"

"Jealous? Foggy, don't be ridiculous." Karen blows a raspberry, but it's too late, too obvious.

"Karen..." A heavy sigh leaves Foggy's lips, and he comes to the printer, "three things. First, Matt's not the man of serious relationships, trust me, as his long time friend, I know that. Second, we all were pretty drunk last night, so you might've mistaken that 'look' you're talking about with something else, y/n said she was pretty tired, so." He puts a comforting hand on Karen's shoulder, "I just don't think that those two could be a thing. I mean, a couple of months ago they almost fought each other in court, so, don't burden yourself with these things. Or do. But it's my advice to let it go."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." She smiles, still not convinced. Foggy had no reason to lie, but something was telling her that she was right, there was something between you and Matt.

"Wanna go grab a drink?" He tries, expecting a negative answer, so that he could go visit Marci without an ache in his heart.

"Um, no, I still have a few more copies to make." Karen's tone is dismissive as she tries to hide bitterness behind her shy smile.

"Hey, don't stay up late, you know we can't pay for overtime." Foggy leaves with a huge beam on his face, while Karen's face drops as soon as the door closes.

***

Your smile. It's so beautiful. So kind and genuine. You laugh at something he says, hiding your lips with your palms, until his hands reach to pull them away from your face, and he kisses your knuckles. You were so beautiful, glowing like an angel in the dark; and so... In love? Dex couldn't tell, simply because he has never had anyone looking at him like that. It was pathetic, what he was feeling right now. Yet he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be in that guy's place, to have you look at him with such adoration and affection.

"Is everything alright, sir?" The waitress asks, smiling at Dex warmly. He has barely touched his food, as he was so busy with watching you. But now she was blocking his most precious view.

"Yes, it's good." He lies so terribly that the poor girl has no choice but to leave him alone.

It was a total accident, Dex didn't plan on going out tonight, or any other night for that matter, but Ray was the one to blame. He kept blabbering about this place for a week, so finally Dex decided to check what was so special about it. And when he sat down to look at the menu, he noticed you sitting with a guy in the farthest corner of the diner. At first, Dex thought that he was imagining it, but then he was positive that it was you. Your shoulders and more than half of your back were exposed, your dress was hanging on two slim straps, falling up to your ankles. He couldn't take his eyes off. Dex has only seen you in formal attires, usually a blouse, jacket and a skirt, hair almost always out of your eyes, tied up in a bun, but now, your hair was free from any ties, shining in the dim light.

Dex finally takes a bite of his food, grimacing at the coldness. Maybe he was lost in his head for too long. He notices the movement in the corner of his eye and sees the guy with red tinted glasses stand up and walk behind you, he pushes your hair to the side and puts something around your neck. The guy leans and kisses your cheek, then slowly returns back to his seat. You smile again, and bring him in for a quick kiss, touching the thing on your neck. Dex clenches his jaw, angrily poking the potato with the fork and turns his head away from the sight.

*** "I know that it's way too late now, but I just wanted to give you this." Matt says, pulling a small red box out of his jacket.

At first glance you think that it's a ring box and almost panic, but then he opens it and you notice a silver chain with a cross. An exhale, mixed with surprise leaves your lips; you touch the necklace, slightly confused, "For what?"

"Well, happy belated birthday," Matt smiles, taking the necklace from its box, "I know that it's... Not really your... Thing... I mean I overheard what you talked about God and all that in church..." Matt quickly gets flustered, and starts stuttering, while you look at him with rising interest and amusement, "It would mean a lot to me if you decide to wear it. Not that I'm pushing this... Uh... Religion thing or anything."

"Okay. I'll wear it. For you." You answer rapidly, much to his surprise.

"Thank you for ending my misery here." Matt laughs, and rises from his seat.

"It was pretty terrible." You tease, extending your arm to guide him towards you.

"Ouch."

"I mean... You're losing your attorney skills, Murdock."

"And I still convinced you in a record time." Matt's quick fingers clasp the chain, and he leans to kiss your cheek, returning to his seat like the wind.

"It's beautiful, thank you, Matt." Your hand touches his, and involuntary you notice freshly bruised knuckles, but keep your mouth shut, at least tonight.

However, you can't keep it shut entirely and begin the same old conversation about the guy you wish didn't exist in your life. As the waiter brings a tiramisu to share, you look around the diner, failing to notice Dex just by an accident of people walking to get their drinks; poking the corner of the dessert with a teaspoon, you say, "I didn't wanna talk about work tonight, but Paxton told me an interesting thing."

Matt licks the inside of the spoon and raises his eyebrows in question. He already knows what you're about to say, but still pretends to be interested. "Yeah?"

You pull your glance away from his lips, scratching your head, "He said that Daredevil saved him last night. From his friends. That's why I had to spend the whole day in the station, trust me, Mahoney will not be delighted to see me there any time soon, but that's not the point."

"So, what did he say?" He's itching to know how much did Paxton actually reveal, and to his dismay, the boy didn't hold back.

"I didn't think about until the lunch, but it's been bothering me ever since. He told me that Daredevil not only saved him, but made him promise to call me in the morning." You make a long pause to finally eat a spoon of tiramisu, while Matt feels tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "It wouldn't be as weird in my books if he just saved Paxton, but I keep thinking about it and just can't figure out how he knew about Paxton having a lawyer. He's just a highschooler after all." You shrug slightly, picking up your spoon again.

"Maybe he has superhearing or something." Matt tries to joke, but your face remains serious.

"Yeah, if this guy has superhearing, then he's supposed to be called a superhero, and if he's a superhero, then I'm Queen of England." You scoff.

"How are you so sceptical? I mean, we live in a world with the Avengers as our next door neighbours."

"Yes, but we know who they are, don't we? And this guy is hiding behind a mask, so of course, he is nothing more than a criminal doing illegal activities." You notice how sour Matt's face has turned and try to save the sinking ship, "Don't tell me that you're the same as Karen."

"Karen? What's she has to do with Daredevil?" It felt weird, to finally say his other name out loud, weird, yet somewhat satisfying.

"Please, she's always defending him as if somebody's holding her at gunpoint; it was weird at first, but now it's just... Fucking creepy at this point." You take a big sip of wine and add something Matt didn't expect you to say, at least not right now. "While I'm on the Karen topic, then I might as well say this. I think she's terribly in love with you."

A laugh, mixed with a surprised "What" leaves Matt's lips.

"I mean, come on, haven't you noticed the signs? 'Matt, do you want me to read this out loud' and 'Matt, do you want me to walk you home', and let's not forget the 'Matt, where do you want to get lunch', honorable mention being last night at Josie's. I thought she was going to pull you into that dirty bathroom." You finish, amazed at your own bluntness, while Matt meets you with a sly grin and raised eyebrows.

"Are you... Jealous, y/n?" He can't help but ask, biting his lower lip seductively.

"I have a reason to be!" You lean in, and whisper-shout, "you're and your magical charm are attracting everyone in the room."

"You're so attractive when you're jealous." He blurts out unexpectedly, and you both burst out loud laughing, turning a couple of heads around you. Dex swallows his salad like a bitter pill, wishing you and this douchebag date of yours left quicker.

***

While one man was enjoying the company of a woman he was deeply in love with, in the presence of a man whose jealousy and insanity were rising with every passing minute, there also was a third man, currenly more thirsty and angry than the previously mentioned two. A man who has lost everything he loved and held close to his heart. A man thirsty for blood and revenge, a man with an impeccable aim and a never-ending arsenal of bullets. The Punisher.

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

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Summary:

WE ARE COOKING YA'LL

36. Interlude

"This doesn't change anything, Ben."

"Except now we know who your king of diamonds is." Foggy adds to Karen's words and looks at Ben, standing in the the middle of the office.

"You see the news? Everything's changed. Fisk has gotten out in front of being dragged into the spotlight. My editor thinks he's the Second Coming. Hell, the whole city does." Ben pulls out a fresh newspaper, Fisk proudly occupying the whole front page.

"So, we just... We keep digging."

"I've been doing that. Internet went from nothing on Fisk to filled with three-hanky stories about a poor little fat kid from Hell's Kitchen. Abandoned by his father when he was 12. Mother died a year later. Now look at him. Boot straps and a big dream." Ben exhales loudly, rubbing his forehead.

"Somebody knows something. It's just a matter of asking the right people the right questions in the right tone of voice." Foggy says, sure of his words.

"Yeah, that's how you get yourself hurt." Ben raises his eyebrows theatrically.

"That's what I keep telling them." Matt silently slips inside the office upon Ben's last words. "Maybe they'll listen to you."

"Ben Urich, Matt Murdock. Attorney at Why the Hell Bother." Karen introduces the two of them with a hint of annoyance.

"Mr. Murdock." Ben shakes his hand.

"Matt." Matt corrects Ben, hearing your slow steps outside in the corridor.

You return to the office, moments later, noticing a new face in the middle of the room. Extending your arm, you intently look at his face, "I know you from somewhere."

"Ben Urich, New York Bulletin." He takes your hand, eyes shining in a weird way, as if he knew more about you than you did. Taking in your rather disheveled appearance.

"Y/n." You let go of his hand first, "You were that journalist in courtroom when I had my case televised."

"Yes, and I gotta say, it was a pretty damn good case." He cracks a smile, yet you don't show any signs of appreciation.

"You also wrote about the attack on me at Hogarth, Chao and Benowitz. Could've tried to write at least a believable amout of lies." You say, watching his reaction.

His smile doesn't fall, on the contrary, it only gets bigger, "Well, in my line of work, that's a compliment.

Foggy shakes his head at the interaction and brings back the previous topic, "My partner thinks we should be pursuing this through the legal system."

"A lot safer that way." Ben agrees.

"Well, why don't we all just crawl under the covers, then?" Karen ignites again, and you close your eyes in hopes of keeping your mouth shut this time, already catching up with the talk.

"No, Karen-" Matt begins softly, only to be cut short by Karen.

"Well, I'm sorry, but if Fisk is really behind everything that has happened, then we need to do something."

"If we were the only ones after him, I'd tend to agree." Ben says mysteriously, "Friend of yours came to see me the other night the man in the mask."

"Terrorist cop-killer." Foggy repeats Fisk's previous words, and you can't help but agree with Fisk here. Your heart drops and face becomes even paler than it was since the day started.

"Says he was framed." Ben adds nonchalantly, turning around to catch everyone's expressions. Matt turns his back away from the group.

"I could say I'm Captain America, but it doesn't put wings on my head." Foggy rolls his eyes, only to be shut by Karen.

"What did he want?"

"Same thing we do... expose Fisk. I printed this from a thumb drive he gave me." Ben hands Karen a bunch of papers. She snatches them like a hawk and hurries to sit behind her desk. In the meantime, you lean on the nearby wall, feeling that the dizziness from lack of sleep and not eating normal food is finally catching up with you.

"Oh, my God!" Karen exclaims and starts flipping through the pages.

"Told me Fisk was behind the bombings and shooting those cops said he owns half the police that they helped him take down the Russians." Ben continues, looking around the room again, and takes a notice that you're not yourself today. He remembers vividly that day when he sat in the courtroom during your televised case - you were almost glowing and full of life. Now it seemed to him that you were either sick or angry or depressed.

"But I don't understand. If you have all of this, then..." Karen blabbers again, only this time Matt interrupts her.

"Hearsay. Can't print any of it without corroboration, can you?"

"He could just be throwing smoke. I mean, he just killed Detective Blake." Foggy adds, much to Matt's displease.

"Said Blake's partner Hoffman did it, probably on Fisk's orders. But yeah, it occurred to me." Ben nods.

"You could talk to Hoffman." Matt pouts in thought, and you almost find it amusing in this kind of situation.

"Tried. He's in the wind. Or bottom of the river. Either way."Ben shrugs, now completely helpless.

"He just shrugged." Foggy says to Matt.

"Wait, what about the Union Allied money? Is there a way that we can tie it directly to Fisk?" Karen rises from her chair.

"Maybe. According to the Mask, a man named, uh, Leland Owlsley runs the books. But since getting roughed up by him, Owlsley's been surrounded by Fisk's security. Can't get anywhere near him." Ben shakes his head, "Same goes with, uh, James Wesley, the guy you said hired you to defend Healy."

Upon the mention of Wesley, you feel two sets of eyes staring at you. "What?" You say defensively, "I'm not in contact with him anymore." Crossing your arms, you turn your eyes towards the window, avoiding making eye contact with anyone in the room. Ben raises an eyebrow at Karen, but she only grimaces slightly, not giving any answer to his wordless question. Matt senses something in your voice, perhaps an underlying lie that he can't put a finger on just yet.

"Look, the Mask came to Ben for help. And I don't care how rich Fisk is, nobody can totally erase their past. I mean, somewhere out there, there has to be a piece of paper, a witness... the truth."

"What about Confederated Global? The suit that hired us to defend Healy standing right next to Fisk when he gave his big speech." Foggy looks at you again, only to find you staring with a hard look on your face out the window.

"I looked into that. According to FCC filings, Confed Global's where Fisk gets most of his reported income."

"All right, let's play this out. If Fisk is connected to Confed Global, that means he's involved in Westmeyer-Holt Contracting, which Westmeyer-Holt is strong-arming tenants out of their rent-controlled apartments." Matt gestures with his hands slightly, pulling back your attention. For whatever crazy reason, he felt sorry that you were put into this position by Wesley now. After your last burst of emotions, Karen felt distrustful towards you, but in Matt's mind that was understandable reaction.

"Um, they were hired by a guy named Armand Tully." Karen quickly adds.

"The slumlord?" Ben makes sure he heard it right.

"Landman and Zack say he's on vacation on an island that no one can pronounce, where they use coconuts as phones." Foggy shrugs, and you wonder if he's still in contact with Marci. Foggy catches your curious look and feels his cheeks burning.

"Another connection in the wind." Ben hangs his head low, earning an apologetic look from Karen.

"Westmeyer-Holt to Confed to Fisk. We pull that thread, see what it unravels." Matt begins circling around the room.

"Still not sure about this mask guy." Foggy says and you agree with him with a hum.

"He didn't hurt Ben and he didn't hurt me. I'll take the Devil of Hell's Kitchen over Fisk any day. Plus, he kicks ass." Karen says, eyes clashing with you.

"Karen, you know, maybe refrain from these talks in a law office, or someone might think that you're ready to take his place in jail." You smile at her sourly. Karen bites her lip, clearly not satisfied with the way you put her in her place. "He's a vigilante after all."

Ben nods to himself again. Your frustration was justifiable, he knew what it felt like to lose a well-paid job and start a new chapter of life. Maybe life wasn't treating you right now.

"Well, if he's such a badass, why did he come to Ben? Why not just take Fisk down himself?" Foggy silently agrees with you.

"Maybe he knows there's some roads you can't come back from." Ben replies mysteriously.

***

You look around, noticing the interior of the church. Clinton Church. You've never been here before. Your parents were not too religious to regularly go to church, so it didn't pass on you either. God? You didn't believe in God, because in the end, you saved yourself, not God. He didn't save you, he didn't save anyone. God was just a mythical creation, made up so that in the worst moments, people wouldn't lose their hope. God didn't mean anything to you, because if he was real, if he was righteous, you wouldn't have to deal with all these injustices everyday. If he was real, the world would've been a better place. But it wasn't. Never going to be.

The lights were lit on only at the front, only near the altar, and you catch yourself looking at the cross and Jesus on it. Was he even real? Or was he only a copy of someone else's imagination? Every cross was different, unique, yet everyone imagined the same man crucified, same man hanging his head to the side, same man with a woven crown of thorns, sticking into his forehead like needles. If he was real, in your mind he was stupid. Sacrificing yourself for the sins of the people? They were not worth it, not then and surely not now. Maybe he was real. Maybe he was a saint, but he was also blind. Blind to notice that humanity wasn't ready to understand his sacrifice, blind to think that it still meant something thousands of years later. Blind like Lady Justice.

Involuntary, you shiver. The air was rather cool inside the church and somehow, not even your coat was keeping you warm. Turning to your right, you glance at Foggy, eyes cast down into his lap, fingers nervously playing with the hem of his coat. Movement in the front catches your attention and you see Father Lantom emerge from the shadows. He looks at all four of you, eyes lingering on a new face here - you. Feeling uneasy under the intense gaze, you bow your head down, almost in shame. You've never liked priests in general, because they looked at you as if they knew who you were under that facade. Father Lantom notices the change in your face and clear his throat.

You only hear half of the things that he's saying; distracted by the way sunlight falls though the multicoloured windows and Karen's silent sniffling, you felt like an intruder here. Father continued talking about God, the fragility of life and the values of believing. None of this made sense to you, so you distracted your thoughts from the reason that brought all four of you here. Wesley. That bastard really sugar-coated you before throwing you unprepared to the lions. And now he was proudly marching behind Fisk on live television? You felt sick again, the need to throw up returned, yet there was nothing in your stomach the whole day, and the acidic aftertaste returned.

"Shall we go?" Foggy nudges your arm gently, and you look at him wide-eyed for a good second.

"Yeah." You whisper, and get up, letting everyone pass through, side lining with Matt. Father Lantom walks behind the two of you, clearly in thought. Matt has mentioned a woman before, he spoke so fondly of her that Lantom was in no doubt that Matt fell in love. He now wondered if that woman was you, or Karen; but Karen's name has been said when Matt talked about the friendships that he made. So it left him with one answer - you.

"Excuse me, but I don't think I've seen you in church before." Father Lantom comes in between you and Matt, and gives a warm smile, almost making you grimace at his comment. You knew it bound to happen, these type of things were always inevitable.

"Um, yeah, no, I'm not really a churchgoer." You shrug slowly, turning your eyes away from his piercing blue ones.

"Not religious or not enough time?" Father smiles again, so kindly, that you feel the urge to pour your heart out to him.

There was that feeling again, feeling that he can read you like an open book. "A bit of both." You say at first, then feeling like it's not a good place for lying, add, "mostly the first one."

"Ah. Well, Matthew here has been caught up in his work, he never visits me these days."

"Father..." Matt begins, feeling exposed. Father knows about his little nightly rendezvous, so it shouldn't really surprise him that he doesn't go to church any more.

"Oh, really?" You ask, stealing a glance at Matt, then crack a small smile, "blame me for this one Father, since he employed me, we've been very busy with work. And... I'm not a particularly good influence on him."

Matt feels his cheeks heating up.

"Really? Well, Matthew, I'll take it to consideration for your next confession. Whenever that may be."

"Yeah." Matt mutters, thankful to finally go out into the fresh air.

Nearing the small graveyard that was close to the church, you notice the casket next to the grave. Shivers run down your spine, head full of unpleasant memories and images, but you try to calm yourself, blaming it on the wind. All four of you stand at the end of the grave, watching the graveyard worker lower the casket into the ground slowly, accompanied by the final words that Father is saying to Mrs Cardenas, and almost instinctively, your hand finds Matt's by his side, slipping your fingers between his cold ones. The emotions run wild through your head, your blood, but you only close your eyes, focusing on the warmth that you felt when Matt squeezes your hand back. Opening your eyes, you turn to your right briefly, noticing a single tear rolling down Matt's cheek - so different from the sobbing beside you from Foggy and Karen. You glance at your hands tightly pressed together, so almost perfectly fitting, and only now realize just how close he was standing from the beginning.

Father closes the Bible, and a quick glance at Matt and you, answers his questions. The way you looked at him told a million things, but most importantly, it told Father that Matt's feeling were not one-sided.

***

"I've been such an asshole to her the first time we met." You scoff, hiding your face behind an almost empty whiskey glass. Foggy and Karen share a look, one that you wouldn't be able to decipher, even if you noticed it in the first place. "I guess they really turn you into a robot in HCB."

"Well, I know for a fact that people turn worse in Landman and Zack." Matt replies, drinking as well. If tonight was about drowning sorrows, he was making sure he fulfilled that.

Karen turns her face towards the TV and her eyes widen immediately. Foggy nudges your elbow, making you turn to look at the screen, and the need to throw up returns again. "Hey, Josie, could you turn that up?"

"No, I never had the pleasure of meeting Ms. Cardenas. I only recently took possession of her building." Fisk blabbers on the screen again, and you notice Wesley standing behind him. How the hell did the press find out about Elena so quickly?

"How do you respond to reports that you knew the tenement was unsafe?" A reporter asks, but Fisk doesn't move a single muscle in protest.

"That is accurate." He replies, taking a pause after the sentence. "That's why we offered a substantial sum to Ms. Cardenas and her neighbours. To help them relocate." He looks around at all the press, Wesley scanning the crowd like a hawk. "We should never let good people get swallowed up by this city. I mourn this woman's death."

You loudly scoff to yourself, and the whole table of Nelson and Murdock find themselves internally agreeing with you.

"Didn't have to happen. It should've..." Fisk's words get interrupted by Foggy's ringing phone. "Her passing is a symptom of a larger disease..." Foggy fishes his phone and leaves the table. "- infecting all of us. Disease of fear..." The TV glitches for a couple of times, only pieces of sentence are heard. "...fear of bombings, fear of cop killings. Fear of a masked psychopath."

Matt feels his blood boiling in his alcohol-filled veins.

"We shouldn't let people like that take our city from us. We need to stand together. Let them know that they will fail... because we believe we can make a difference." Fisk's words make you wonder if he has learned the speech beforehand and if Wesley wrote it. After all, he was doing all the butt-kissing. " 'Cause they are cowards! Afraid of stepping out of the shadows. Afraid of standing up for people like Mrs. Cardenas."

"Mr. Fisk, how does this affect the upcoming benefit?" Someone behind the camera shouts.

Wesley steps up into the spotlight, "That will be all. Thank you." Hearing his voice again after days of radio silence caused your anger to spike up. "No more questions."

"What can we do about this psycho..." another man begins, only to be cut short by a commercial break.

"Jesus, he almost sounds like he means it." Karen is the first one to break the silence.

"I think he does." Matt answers shortly.

Karen scoffs, "And he's calling the man in the mask a psycho?" With this one, you agreed. The man in the mask was a psycho to you, and Karen's enthusiasm to constantly talk about how great he is, sometimes made you think that she was madly in love with the vigilante. "I hope they trace what happened to Elena right to his doorstep."

"He'd never expose himself like that. Plus, half the force is probably in his pocket. Well, then, let's pray the Mask gets his hands on him. Knocks his goddamn head off."

"You religious, Karen?" Matt suddenly asks, but the topic doesn't pick up your attention.

"My parents were. That's probably why I'm not. You?"

"Catholic." Matt answers shortly. You receive a fresh whiskey glass and down it in one go, relaxing your muscles when it burns your throat.

"Does it help? With things like this?"

"Not today." Matt moves his lips slighly, which looks like a half of a grin. "I think I've had enough. Tell Foggy I'll see him in the morning." You pick up Matt's last words and turn to look at him already getting up to leave.

"Wait, I'm going too." You gently stop him by grabbing his wrist and his whole body goes stiff.

"Hey, Matt. If there is a God and if he cares at all about about any of us Fisk will get what he deserves." Karen says to Matt while you pull out a 100 dollar bill and give it to Josie. "You have to believe that."

"I do." He replies, still lingering next to the table while you put on your coat.

"Tell Foggy..." you begin, sliding your hand on Matt's elbow a little too comfortably for Karen's liking, but she just puts you down for being drunk, "tell him nothing, I'm an independent woman. Lights out!" You say and quickly disappear in the street.

Matt says nothing. His mind was occupied by other things, until you decided to grab a taxi together, but eventually agreed to swing by his place. Why? Because Matt insisted on ordering a takeout, adding "I don't think you ate proper food today at all" in a fatherly tone.

***

Foggy's new case was interesting for about 30 minutes, while you two shared a huge pizza. The whole time you avoided acknowledging the obvious, not talking about Elena or Fisk at all costs. Before Matt introduced beer to the conversation, which got you quite tipsy and relaxed; if you're not counting the alcohol consumed at Josie's. At first it was light talk, jokes, giggling and laughing, trying to lighten up the sour mood, until you felt your stomach hurt, but then, as usual, the conversation turned to more serious topics.

Matt spins the bootle in his hand lazily, legs stretched out on the coffee table, as the laughter dies, his face becomes serious, maybe even curious and you wait for his question. "So, what was that thing with you and Karen?"

"What thing?"

"The thing... You know... Shouting one."

"Oh, that." You take a long sip of the beer, trying to delay answering for as long as possible. "I just don't like others in my business, that's all."

"Why's that?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Well it's quite a long story... But in short, some guy almost fucked up mine and Pug's internship."

"Don't leave me hanging now." He shoots a shy grin.

"Well, we got lucky with that internship, very lucky actually." You sigh, stretching your legs on Matt's coffee table as well. "And Dave was there too."

"Oof, I hate Dave already." Matt huffs a laugh, "wait, who's Pug?"

"My college best friend. So, anyway, we basically won the lottery with our internship at Latham & Wakins, this is still one of the best law firms in LA, and only very few students get to intern there. Of course, our professor wanted to send as many students as he possibly could to the firm, mainly caring about his own reputation as the best prof in the whole university, but I know that he also wanted us to succeed. So Pug and I, we get internships, we're over the moon, we go out, drink like there's no tomorrow, and then we bump into one guy from our classes." You clear your throat, taking a sip again.

"Dave, right?" Matt asks, with slow movements loosening his tie.

"Yeah. So he's a total shit-talker, we're absolutely wasted, and somehow he talks us into getting him into Latham & Wakins. Next day, we go to the offices, they walk us around, introduce us to the bosses and blah blah, and this fucker, he befriends our boss. Not only befriends, he sleeps with her." You raise your eyebrows for a dramatic effect.

"No way." Matt lets out a laugh, going to bring more beer, still paying attention to your talk.

"Guess what happened then. He takes all of our cases. Our prof starts getting angry, he calls the firm's boss, I remember this, we were smoking outside his office when he made the call. So, he calls her, he's like 'my two brightest students are interning at your firm, and three weeks later you still haven't given them a case?'. I have no idea what's happening on the other side of the phone, but our prof is just pissed, he smokes two cigarettes during the whole phone call time, and let me tell you, the guy hasn't smoked in 20 years. He says that he fixed it and we can return to Latham & Wakins. We go there the same day, and we still don't get a fucking case. At this point, I'm fuming, I barge right into our boss's office, and there was Dave. Fucking her on her desk."

"No-" Matt gasps, handing you a new bottle and sitting a bit closer on the sofa than before.

"I wanted to forget that image for years, and I still can't." You shiver dramatically. "They catch me and Pug in the parking lot, beg us to not expose them and promise that we will get all the best new cases. Of course, we agree, holding it against them that we can and will expose their little affair if it's necessary, because she was a married woman. All's good, we get full marks for our internship, we get paid more than we could've imagined, but just as we step out with our internship documents, we call our prof, and expose that bitch."

"She got fired?"

"Not only that, she's suspended from practising law for five years, and Dave was kicked out of university as soon as he returned."

"That's one hell of a ride." Matt laughs. "Now it kind of makes sense."

"Pug's the only person I trust with my work, he doesn't seek glory at the cost of others."

"What about me?" Matt's lips perk up into a smirk.

"You don't seem like the Dave-type." You smile warmly, noticing the distance between the two of you. "Although, I don't know you long enough to check that out."

"Not long enough? It feels like ages since I beat you in court."

"Yeah, and now I work for you." You laugh, earning another smile from Matt.

Matt suddenly changes the topic, "You know what Elena told me one time when you stepped out to smoke?" This immediately gains your attention.

"What?"

"She said that she has never seen someone so in love, but then there were you." His lips twich slightly. "But it sounded way better in Spanish."

"Why did she tell you that?" You smile, slightly furrowing your eyebrows. Being drunk right now was no help at all.

"She wanted me to know that since... you know, I can't really see those things."

"Oh." You sigh, not pulling your eyes away from Matt, "She was a very smart woman."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, she wasn't wrong." You blurt out, covering your mouth with your hand.

Matt stretches his hand out, his fingers brush against yours, and he gently takes your hand, touching your nails. "What color are they?" He softly asks, scooting closer.

"My nails?" You ask, trying to hide your surprise that he left with his touch. He nods, expectantly. "Red."

"Red like what?"

You furrow your eyebrows momentarily, but then you understand exactly what Matt meant. "Uh, it's dark red, almost like a chilli pepper or... Blood." His touch makes your head dizzy. "Or your glasses. I hate when you wear them." Feeling bold out of the blue, you take off his glasses, "your eyes are very pretty."

"Can I do something?" Matt asks, turning the talk away from himself once again.

"Depends."

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

One last chapter of 2023! Grateful for this journey and hopefully I'll get fresh ideas for the upcoming chapters🫶🥳

42. Field Day

"Oh, what are you wearing today?" Matt asks as he leans on the threshold of his bathroom, standing half naked, only in his sweats. You look at him in the mirror as you put on your mascara, eyes falling on the bright white bandages. Matt listens to the subtle soft brushing on your eyelashes and a soft smile appears on his lips.

"Uh, nothing special, a skirt, blouse and jacket." You reply, as you fix your pearl necklace that you brought with your fresh clothes to Matt's place last night. You rarely wore pearls, but today seemed like a good day for showing them to the world. By 'world' meaning a tiny interrogation office in the FBI headquarters downtown.

"What color?" He doesn't hesitate to ask, coming next to you.

"Well, my skirt is black, as is my jacket..." Matt touches your clothes, sliding his fingers along the cut of your blouse. From the soft feeling of it - silk. "And what you're touching... Is red." You reply with a deep breath, and your skin gets covered in goosebumps from his delicate touch on the exposed skin of your chest.

His finger hooks up on your pearls, and he tilts his head to the side. "Huh, this wasn't there last night."

You smirk, "A lot wasn't there last night, Murdock."

Matt laughs, burying his face in your chest and kisses just below the necklace. "You better get going, or I'm gonna leave you with nothing on right now."

"Shut up," you laugh, pulling his face away and softly kissing his lips. "Do you want me to change your bandages?" You ask, turning your head to the mirror to watch him engulf you into a hug. His hands were your heaven, and his chest pressed to your body made your heart flutter. Matt shakes his head negative and gives you one last peck.

"Go, kick their asses."

"Yeah, sure, I'll do that." You grab your stuff from the bathroom and drop it into the bag, taking your jacket and your coat with you. "I'll call after the session. Probably. Take care!" You hurry out, suddenly weirded out by the situation. It wasn't weird to spend the night with Matt and tend to his terrible wounds, that were still questionable, and it wasn't weird to leave his apartment with fresh clothes that you've brought last night. On purpose. Yet, it felt weird to have such a domestic interaction with someone after such a long time... Maybe you've forgotten what it was like being in a relationship. Is this what it is? Relationship? With the man you're sharing the office? Anyway, this wasn't important now, not when you were already heading to the building filled with feds.

***

You watch Dex fix his gun in the holster, but quickly it becomes hidden under his jacket. It felt strange to see him in a formal suit rather than a windbreaker, and for some reason it looked as if he actually put effort in dressing up today and styled his hair as well. Is he trying to impress someone in the interrogation room?

"Care to join me for a coffee after the session?" He asks, looking at you intently, waiting for any kind of twitch of muscles in your face, yet you remain standing with your best poker face. "I'm pretty sure that this will take the whole day and more than one break."

"That depends, agent." You blink slowly, "On how frustrated with the FBI I will be."

He smirks, looking down at you - your red silk blouse, oh how he wanted to feel it sliding between his fingers... And your pearls. He didn't notice them yesterday. Or maybe you put them on only for him? Dex was quick to assume the wrong things. Although, he was even quicker to become obsessed with someone new. And currently, your crimson red lipstick was stirring something in him.

"It's strange seeing you without the FBI jacket." You comment, sparing Dex a brief glance but mostly keeping your eyes up front.

"Why?" He asks, pushing his hands into his pockets, and escapes from being caught staring just by pure luck.

"You look... Less of an asshole."

He laughs, this time the sound leaving his chest sounds more genuine. "The nicest thing a lawyer has ever said to me."

"Well, that just proves that others had no chance of winning against the FBI." You shrug, finally noticing the interrogation room, your only salvation.

"And you think you're going to win?" He ridicules, nodding to a nearby standing officer.

"I think luck is on my side today, Agent Poindexter." You step inside first, noticing your client already sitting at the square made of many tables pushed together. The distance between one side and the other were only a few steps, but it was enough to see the opposition's legs under the table. Smart move if you want to know when someone's nervously tapping their legs.

***

The first session went terribly. The FBI obviously worked overnight to gather all the evidence against Michael, and you could only sit there and listen to one of the agents talking. Agent Nadeem, you recalled his name. His soft tone was enough to put someone to sleep, yet you had no time to think about sleep. He asked a couple of questions, including "is this correct information, Mr Teneke?" and "am I right, Mr Teneke?" To which you had to respond, "my client will refrain from answering, Agent."

Dex was staring. A lot. It helped a bit that you and Teneke sat side by side, so he could defend himself and say that he was watching Teneke, not you. The scowl on your face wasn't pretty. No, it made you look older and ruined your soft appearance, it contrasted with your voice. You were gripping the pen tightly, and Dex could only think of how it would feel to have you gripping the collar of his white shirt like that. He was losing his mind, but now he liked being on the opposite side, watching you struggle. Yet, he wanted to sit there close to you, instead of that scumbag thief Teneke. Oh, how he wanted to inhale your perfume, mixed with a faint smell of cigarettes. He hated smokers in general, but for you, he'd make an exception. You cross your legs under the table, and he looks at them lustfully. Oh, how he wanted to grip your thigh and squeeze the flesh until his hand would leave an imprint there forever-

"Dex, are you coming?" Ray asks, tapping Dex on the shoulder.

"Yeah." The latter answers, not particularly happy about his train of thought getting disturbed.

"You should've told me more than what you did in the office." You scold Michael outside in the corridor, crossing your arms.

"I didn't know it was this serious, y/l/n."

You almost grunt out of frustration. "Okay, okay, we can still solve this. We can ask for a review... Tomorrow. I'll have the main points written down today and... We'll get you out."

"We?"

"Yeah... I guess it's time to bring the band back together. I'll just have to make a call... Excuse me." You leave Teneke alone, walking a couple of feet away.

Dex and Ray emerge from the corner, passing by you and Dex overhears your last words, "great, I'll transfer the money as soon as possible. Can this make it to today's issue? Oh, amazing, thank you!" You say to whoever is on the other side and turn around just in time to meet Dex's chest, yet he's quicker and stops you by your shoulders. "Oh, sorry, didn't see you... Agents." You step away from Dex's hands, foreign and cold, looking at Ray.

"Busy day?" Ray smiles kindly. A guy like him didn't belong to the FBI.

"Well, you certainly are not making it easier." You turn on your heel and leave, typing Matt a message.

"You're going to ask for a review, aren't you?" Ray rubs his chin in thought, making your movements come to a halt.

"Is it that obvious?" You scoff slightly, turning back to look at the two men. Dex's eyes feel like lasers piercing through your bones. "Perhaps if you're not asking the FBI for a review, you don't really care about your client. And I care about my clients."

Agent Nadeem smiles, crossing his arms, "hey, didn't you work at Chao's? I think I can certainly recall your face on one of the billboards," he turns to Dex, nudging his arm, "wasn't there some words written?"

You feel your face getting redder with the rising anger; Dex thinks for a second, then his face lights up, "Yeah, something 'Here for your truth. The team of the people.', right?"

"Wait, weren't you the one who got attacked by that freak in a suit?" Nadeem chimes in, and you scrunch your nose in the disgust of the memories.

"Today isn't about me, gentlemen, now if you'll excuse me, I must speak with my client." You make your way to Teneke, exhaling with a relief when Ray and Dex disappear from the corridor.

"Bad news?" Teneke asks, thinking that agents told you something about him, but you shake your head.

"No, don't worry. Come on, we'll have to work on something for today so they won't eat you alive."

***

"Matt, I don't know, the feds want to pin everything on him, but I know that he was just frightened by the Russians and had to help them launder the money." You slump in Matt's chair, and look at him sitting in yours, wearing a black hoodie and tracksuit trousers. He was gripping his folded walking stick in his hands tightly, listening to every word you've read and said about the case. Your voice was calm and slightly hoarse since yesterday...when you were screaming his name into the back of your hand...

Matt shakes his head, shaking the dirty thoughts away. "I don't know, there are no documents to prove his innocence, the Russians must've threatened him verbally."

"Well, the Jury isn't going to believe him, because no one fucking talks about the Russians out loud. We could try-" you get interrupted by the sound of the swinging front door of Nelson and Murdock.

"What the hell, y/n? Is this your-" Foggy barges inside, holding a wet newspaper in his hand, and stops in front of your office when he notices that you're not alone.

Matt shifts in the chair uncomfortably, furrowing his eyebrows. You lean back in Matt's chair, folding your arms on your knee. "Good evening to you too, Foggy."

"What is the meaning of this?" He waves the newspaper in the air again, then drops it on your case documents, surely making them wet. You don't move a muscle, casting one look at the open page. 'Nelson and Murdock Attorneys at Law are offering justice at an affordable price? We guarantee you a fair and safe deal?'

"It sounds nice, doesn't it?" You smile slightly, proud of your work. "Would be good to hang that sign outside, don't you think?"

"Y/n, I don't know what do you think you're doing here but I will not step in here when this liar is in the same building." Foggy bites, giving Matt a pained look.

Matt jumps from his seat, "You say that again-"

"Hey!" You raise your voice slightly, standing up as well. "I don't care about what happened between the two of you, but we have work to do. And will continue to get more, but now I need your help with my case. So if you could make truce for this one evening, I will... Gladly accept your help." You finish awkwardly, slumping back in the chair.

Foggy hesitates to say anything, instead, Matt begins, "I didn't know it was her plan to get us here tonight. Clever move." Your lips slightly twitch, but you don't smile, not yet. "But if you want me to stay... You're gonna tell Foggy what you told me yesterday. About Fisk." You open your mouth to object, but Matt beats you to it, "Every detail."

"Fine. Take a seat."

***

"You're mad at me, aren't you?" You say, walking side by side with Matt to your car. The rain has stopped long time ago, the city was quiet and empty. After all, it was past 2 AM. You glance at Matt and pull out a cigarette.

"Maybe." He responds, but then sighs loudly. "I understand your intentions... But I don't think I'm ready to go back to work... With Foggy."

"You know, Foggy will come around. I'm like a 90 percent sure you will too." You puff out a cloud of smoke. "You two can't be separated for long."

Matt smiles slightly, then touches your shoulder, "I have to go. Good luck tomorrow... Today I mean, it's already after midnight."

"I'll see you, yeah?" You close your eyes when his hand gently squeezes you.

"Yeah." He whispers and pulls away, disappearing into the night.

"Yeah, he's not going to forgive that one." You scoff to yourself and get in your car, driving home.

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

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43. my world was falling apart

"I said I will figure this out, Micheal, and I did. With some help, of course." Your lips twitch into a half-smile, and you shake hands with Teneke outside the hearing room in the corridor. His grip is strong and confident, matching yours. The accountant, almost turned criminal, just hours ago, but you managed to save him. His smile was your second-best reward, first, obviously being money.

"I'm still holding onto that favor, you know." Teneke's hand slips out of your grasp and he fixes his jacket.

"I've already done the paperwork, you can return home now." You start walking with Teneke matching your step. Glancing back, you notice Dex and Ray speaking in the doorway of the room you've just left.

"I'm sure Kelly missed me these days, it's been a bit tough when we got to know... I shouldn't say this."

"What? What's been tough?" You fix the strap of your briefcase, preventing it from sliding down your shoulder, and look at Teneke, he's suddenly flustered.

"I promised Kelly not to tell anyone, since it's still so early, but you just saved my ass..." His shoulders slump forward, but the smile doesn't leave his face, "We're having a baby! I know that it's not our age to have kids, but-"

"Hey, Kelly is a strong woman, you two will be great parents, age is just what's written in your passport," you two go outside and the cold wind messes your hair. Teneke stands on the sidewalk, stopping in front of you. You slightly poke his chest with your finger, "it's more important what's here, in your heart."

"Not only the best lawyer in the state, but also the one with the best advice. Thank you, y/n, truly." Teneke opens his arms, going in for a hug.

You welcome the hug, feeling Teneke's hands firmly on your back but then a sound deafens you for a moment... A shot. Teneke's hands loosen, his smile fades and you watch in shock as his body slumps on the sidewalk, just outside the FBI building. You notice the blood patch on your coat, blood from Teneke's chest, and a red pool surrounding the non-responsive body of your client.

The time seems to slow down, perhaps you'd think that it stopped completely, if it wasn't for the gloved hands grabbing you by your shoulders, yanking your briefcase to the ground and pushing you inside a car, quickly driving off.

***

You can feel the wetness on your cheeks, since the cold hits it with more ferocity. Have you been crying this whole time? But how long have you been in this car? You couldn't tell because the world has been blurry from your tears ever since Teneke slipped out of your grasp.

"You think you can talk about us to feds?" The guy in front of you swings his gun before your face, trying to make you scared. And it works. You finally regain your senses and notice the men in the car. Thick Russian accent. "Teneke deserved that for snitching. You're gonna get your share too."

The SUV hits the curb and the one with a gun sends a glare to the driver. Two other men continue to look straight ahead, sandwiching you in the backseat. They were unpredictable, you didn't know what to expect when you'll finally reach the 'base' and what will the 'boss' say? Is he going to kill you? Drown you? Cut you open while you're still alive? Poison you and pretend that you overdosed? You could only imagine the variety of headlines in tomorrow's Bulletin. Will Urich write about you? Will he be satisfied that his story will become a success? Everyone loves a good murder... And a good suicide. So which one is it going to be for you?

He's here. The Devil. Appeared out of nowhere in... red suit? Well that's an upgrade since you last had to deal with him.

***

"He's here!" One of the kidnappers shouts, pushing you back onto the backseat with less strength than he used before, but you still hurt your wrist. Long hours spent locked in the car while waiting for the darkness to fall on Hell's Kitchen, you felt cold in every bone in your bone, making you stiff as a stick.

You watch in shock how he knocks out ten men and stands straight again, as if nothing had happened. As if it wasn't the battle that he, heavily outnumbered, was supposed to lose. You quickly look around and notice the lying gun next to you, and instinctively, grab it. "Don't come any closer!" You load the gun, pointing it at the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Matt doesn't need eyesight to know that your hands are shaking terribly, that you're taking short breaths, not getting enough oxygen in your lungs. He knows you're scared, terrified.

"Put the gun down." Matt takes a step towards you.

"I said, don't come closer." You step back, making the distance the same as it was before.

"I don't want to hurt you, y/n." Matt risks another step, hearing how a drop of sweat rolls down your forehead. He can smell your anxiety, Teneke's dried blood on your light coat, ruining it for forever, and your dried, salty tears.

"Oh yeah, as if I'm going to believe a guy dressed like that, who's been stalking me since God knows when!" You support your right hand with your left, feeling the gun getting heavier with each second. Having your father teach you a little bit of how to use a gun, you believed that you could use it now, maybe not kill the devil, but seriously hurt him.

"You're gonna hurt yourself, please, put it down." Matt risks two steps, you take a deep breath and fire a shot to the right, hitting a concrete wall, Matt ducks down, not expecting such an aggressive move from you.

"I'm not kidding, asshole!" You step over a body, visibly shaking like a leaf.

"You don't wanna do this-"

"Why are you here? WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS HERE?"

Your voice rings painfully loud in the building, and in Matt's ears, he doesn't remember you ever behaving like that. Maybe that's what it felt like having a wild animal pushed into a corner.

"Answer me!" You shout again.

"I want to protect you." Matt says deeply, thinking over his possibilities. He could knock the gun out of your hand, but this may break your fingers, and he doesn't want to do it. He could just run at you, and hope you don't shoot him, but something in his gut was telling him, that you would not hesitate to do it.

"I don't need protection." You rasp out, firing another shot, now to the left, Matt ducks again, "I don't need anyone!" You say, feeling how tears were running down your cheeks, you were lying, you desperately needed Matt, the only one who shared something similar with you. "And especially, I don't need you!" You aim right at him, and pull the trigger, closing your eyes, but only hear a faint click.

Matt exhales loudly and hurries towards you, catching you just in time, before your knees hit the floor, you cry into his shoulder, involuntarily catching the smell of sweat and blood, that has soaked into his new costume.

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay." Matt gently rocks you, pressing you harder into his chest, when your cries become louder. "You're safe now."

You thought of yourself lesser than the trash bag, lying in Hell's Kitchen, but someone, Matthew Murdock, thought the world of you, but you had yet to understand it.

"They killed him." You sob, gripping him by his broad shoulders, feeling the rough material of the costume, the empty gun slides out of your grasp. "I held his dead body in my arms." You come to your senses, pulling yourself away from the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

"Y/n..." He begins, but you're shaking your head like crazy.

"This... this is all your plan, right? You work with them. You work with him, right? Fisk? You're his puppet?" You take a big step back, and Matt feels as if you're rejecting him, not the city's vigilante.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're here to 'save me' so you could take me to him or just kill me on your way? You know what I did, of course, if Wesley knew, he told you too." You blabber, making more distance between the two of you. The only way out was... The was no way out of here. At least you didn't see any open doors or corridors.

"What Wesley knew, y/n?" Matt tries to come closer to you again, silently cursing himself for letting you out of his grasp earlier.

"Don't act like you don't know, Devil of Hell's Kitchen." You say the name with venom in your voice. "You're the problem of this city. You all are. Crazy rich men thinking they could just come here and destroy everything. And you-"

"Y/n-" Matt slowly slides towards you, holding his arms up, trying to reason with you.

"You're the worst of them all! You cost me that job-"

"He was gonna frame you! Benowitz didn't give a shit about your career, he was throwing you into the fire!"

"How did you know? Why do you care so much about me? I'm no one, I'm not the President, I'm not the city's Major." You hug yourself, hoping that your ruined coat could still make you warm.

"Just because you're not high in power, it doesn't make you unimportant."

"No, it does. In this city, everything is done with power and money. I think you know it better than anyone else." He's just a step away. He could grip your shoulder and lock you in his arms, and shake those crazy thoughts away. But he lets you talk. "Why did you bring me back to my flat? How did you know where I live? Are you stalking me?"

"No, I was after the Russians." Matt's voice is firm and deep.

"Sure, you can say all you want because at the end of the day, I'm just another crazy woman that you've saved. Great, enjoy your first page in tomorrow's newspaper, devil." You spit, turning your head to look for an exit once more, but then Matt grabs your elbow and harshly yanks you into his body.

"I'm here not to hurt you, trust me. Can you trust me, y/n?" He rasps out, listening to your racing heartbeat.

"You think you're above the law, but you're not," you try to look him into the eyes, but only see the red glass built into the helmet, "when the truth comes out, and you'll be behind bars, I'll be the first one to visit you, just so I could look in your eyes and say that you got what you deserved." Your breathing is erratic, you try to distance yourself with your palms pressed on his chest as much as possible, but his grasp on you is too strong. He hesitates for a moment before he dives to meet your lips, in a single, yet bruising kiss. The edge of his helmet, especially the nose, is pressing into your cheek, scraping your skin. You squirm, trying to deny his kiss, but vigilante's tongue still manages to make way into your mouth-

But then you step onto his foot with your high heel, finally freeing yourself, and slap his cheek, hurting your hand when it collides with his helmet, yet the impact with his skin is made, as the Devil grabs his cheek.

"You, stay away from me! Or I'll call the cops on you!" You make way towards one of the doors, pulling them, yet they don't open. Matt stands still, listening to you furiously trying to open one door after another, breathing heavily as panic engulfs you again, until, at last, you open the doors and disappear outside the building, your heels scraping the asphalt loudly. One guy groans, waking up after the harsh treatment from the Devil, but Matt throws a billy club at his head, knocking him out once again.

***

What has gotten into him? Why did he try to kiss you by force? The devil has truly possessed his mind; he's never been this reckless. Not with the suit on. Sure, getting rejected as Matt Murdock hurt, but getting rejected by a woman he loves... Love. Was this feeling in his chest, love? Is that what made him go through fire and blood to save you... Just to be someone you lash out on? And the thing you said... What have you done? What was so bad that you thought Fisk has sent the devil to kill you?

Matt now understood just how little he knew about you and how much he had to learn as both - devil and Matt Murdock. But now he had to go and be there for you. Without the mask.

***

"Y/n? Y/n!" Dex's voice brings you back to reality, causing you to lift your eyes from the ground. Only now you understood that you've been walking near the dock, counting your steps to calm yourself down. You finally notice him, wearing a bulletproof vest, and he runs up to you, almost out of breath.

You don't respond, you just physically can't force yourself to say a single word, so you welcome his arms, they engulf you like a shelter, protecting you from the strong wind, tightly pushing you against his bulletproof vest, and you feel him resting his chin on your head, leaving an air-kiss to your hair. "Come on, now, you're safe. I'm with you now. I'm here."

The sirens should deafen you again, but you don't hear them, don't see the flashing lights behind Dex, only see the darkness of Dex's jacket and the mint smell fills your senses, erasing today's horrors. At least for a moment.

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44. The ones we left behind

"Y/n! I came here as fast as I could." Foggy runs up to you, clearly out of breath, and from the first glance, you could say that out of bed too.

You lift your eyes from your briefcase that you've been holding in your arms ever since the agents gave it back to you. Dex's hand gently squeezes your shoulder, before he stands up, greeting Foggy. "Agent Poindexter. Are you a family member?"

"No, I'm her friend. Coworker. Why are you still holding her here? How are you?" Foggy asks, concern written all over his face.

You pull Dex's FBI windbreaker tighter, feeling the cold seeping into your bones. "I'm alright, Foggy."

"No, you're not." Foggy quickly sits beside you on the small bench, where Dex has been keeping you company for the past couple of hours, and takes your right hand into his. "What happened? Who hurt you?"

Dex eyes Foggy for a minute, before his glance falls on your arm wrapped with medical gauze. "I said I'm alright. Just hurt my arm a bit, nothing serious... Nurse said to keep it like that for a couple of days." Your stare is blank. You avoid Foggy's eyes. Dex excuses himself and leaves you two alone.

"Was it the Russians? Everyone's saying that it was the Russians." You pull your hand away from Foggy and touch the ring on your middle finger, slowly rolling it.

"Well, it looks like you already know everything."

"I want to hear it from you, y/n."

"Yes, okay?" You raise your voice a tiny bit, but in the empty corridor it sounds as if you were shouting. "They killed Michael, they kidnapped me and then this freak, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, saved me. You're happy?"

Foggy blinks more than necessary, carefully choosing his next words. "No, of course I'm not happy. Why would I be happy when my friend got hurt? The only one I can trust now..."

You furrow your eyebrows. "You need better friends then. I'm..." You blink your new tears away. You've cried enough in front of the others today. "I'm a mess, okay? They're going to question me tomorrow, and I have to relive it all again, and I just don't want to say something that might hurt you... Only because I'm hurt."

"Y/n, I understand..."

"You better go home, Foggy, I have nothing to say you would want to hear." You look away, not trying to hurt Foggy, but hoping to protect him from your anger.

"Let me get you a taxi, at least." He stands up, looking down at your lowered head.

"Dex will take me home. He's bound to do so after the brief inquiry." You squeeze out a small, but fake smile, "I'm okay, really."

"You're either a very good liar or very good at convincing." Foggy smiles and spins on his heel to leave, but then turns around, "call me tomorrow, okay?"

You nod and watch him hurry out of the building into the pitch black night. "You're ready to go?" Dex emerges from the nearby room, having been listening to you and Foggy's conversation.

"Yes. I am."

***

The silent drive finally ends, and you're back home, standing under the hot water stream in your shower, hoping that it can peel off your skin and make you feel less dirty and miserable as you felt now.

Your tears have mixed with water running down your face until there was no difference between them. You tried to keep your right hand out of the water, but it was pointless as it soon got wet.

You hear a loud banging on the doors as you turn off the water and wrap yourself in a bathrobe, water dripping from your soaking wet hair on the floor as you reluctantly make way towards the door. "Y/n, please, open up." Matt rests his head on the doors, still knocking, but moves aside when hears the lock clicking.

"Foggy told you?" You step back to let him in and lock the doors again.

No. "Yeah." He sighs, moving his hands in the air before he finally manages to get a hold of your shoulder. "How are you?"

"Spectacular." You huff sarcastically, making your way back to the living room before Matt gently catches your wrist. Something familiar crosses your mind but before you can think of it, your face is pressed into his chest, and he's holding you tightly against him.

"I'm so sorry." Matt whispers in your ear, his cashmere sweater muffling your words, words that he already has heard tonight. "Are you hurt?"

"No." You lie, pulling apart from Matt, this time he releases you, following you into the living room.

"I know that it's not the best time" Matt begins, holding his interlocked fingers behind his back, "but I thought you should know..."

You turn around to face him, "know what?"

He shouldn't say anything now, he should just let you be in your own bubble and grieve Teneke, at least tonight. He shouldn't have come here at all, not after what he did just hours ago...in the mask. Karen told him, and he said he'll keep it a secret, for a little while at least. But he couldn't lie to you, at least not about this.

"Know what, Matt?" You ask again, getting impatient with his lack of response.

"Wesley's dead." Matt finally says, holding his breath for your reaction.

You feel blood leaving your face and your legs turn to jelly, and involuntary, you plop on the sofa. "How?"

"Someone shot him. Many times. Maybe to send a message to Fisk-"

"When?" Your voice slightly trembles, and you're already up, going into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of brandy, getting another glass for Matt.

"I don't know exactly when, but there were talks about the sabotage during Fisk's gala." He follows you into the kitchen, listening to your loud exhalation when the alcohol burns your throat.

"Who told you that?" You look at Matt as if your eyes could burn holes in his head.

Karen. "Somebody you don't like." Matt says instead.

"If you're going to keep talking in riddles, then leave." You cross your arms.

"The Devil."

"The Devil? Well, he's lying, then."

"He said that it's true. But it's up to you to...believe it or not." Matt feels you push the brandy glass into his hand and takes it. Like a gust of wind, you leave the kitchen and stand next to the window, watching the streetlamps illuminate the city. You're silent, and this silence is killing him.

"You know, we worked so hard to get him out of jail, and then the Russians just killed him." You finally say, turning to look at Matt. "I thought I was going to die tonight. And there was only one thought in my mind the whole time I was at their mercy."

"What was it?" Matt puts the half full glass on the counter, holding his breath.

"You." The corners of your lips turn upwards slightly, "I wasn't really scared about dying, maybe I just was in a lot of shock... But I was thinking to myself, hoping that you're okay, and you won't play a hero and try to avenge me or something. I thought, 'if he doesn't make amends with Foggy, then he's an idiot'." You chuckle, watching Matt's eyebrows twitch.

"I..."

"But then this," you wave your arms in the air, "devil came, and he claims to not work for Fisk, but I just feel it in my bones that he's hiding something important."

"I think you shouldn't let your feelings get the best of you, especially not now." Matt tries, but then understands just how ridiculous that sounds now, so instead, he sits on your sofa and takes off his glasses. "You know, my dad died when I was nine. He was killed. I heard the shot, just outside our apartment and... ran out, my blood turned cold in my veins, and when I finally found him, in an alley, he was already dead. I held his body in my arms, prayed to God to send him back to me." Matt rubs his eyes, "then cursed Him when my dad didn't wake up. His body was still warm, he was still bleeding out in my arms... But no one could help him. Not even God."

You slowly walk towards him, and sit close, taking his left hand and interlocking your fingers with Matt's. "I'm sorry." You whisper, watching a single tear roll down his cheek.

"I wish there was someone who could've saved him. I could've saved him."

"Matt, you were still a child, there was nothing you could do."

Matt turns to face you, his nose just inches away from yours, "there was no saving for Teneke either."

"I know." You whisper, "but all this unknown... It scares me."

"The Russians will pay for this."

"Dex said the FBI got them all. They're facing charges for murder, kidnapping and money laundering. But Fisk isn't involved in any of this. I already looked at the documents." You sigh, resting your head against Matt's shoulder.

"Dex? He's that Agent?" Matt's hands take your legs and put them on his, allowing him to sit closer to you.

"Yeah." You give no more details and just breathe in Matt, his cologne, his shower gel and the smell of his new sweater which feels so soft against your face.

"You should go to bed." Matt says, not making a move to let go of you, with the way you were pushing yourself against him.

"I don't think I'll sleep tonight." You close your eyes, enjoying the warmth from Matt's body.

He chuckles slightly. "You really thought that I won't get revenge for you?"

"I'm always hoping that you're not as stupid as you might be." You push your face into his neck, breathing hot air on Matt's skin.

"I might surprise you."

"Don't do it now. Just close your eyes."

Matt smiles sadly. The guilt was eating him from the inside, and he felt the devil on his shoulder getting bigger and bigger with each passing minute. But he obliged, for now, and closed his eyes.

***

Is she someone special to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, or just likes to get into deadly accidents?

This isn't the first time that Hell's Kitchen's well-known lawyer y/n y/l/n finds herself struggling to find an outcome of rather dangerous accidents that she creates with her cases and perhaps not the last time that the city's masked vigilante is coming to her aid. What bounds Hell's Kitchen's most hated man with the respected lawyer? Is it money or desire to remain famous when her former company, Hogarth, Chao and Benowitz dropped her after the accident involving the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, and now that she's trying to keep her status above the 'bare minimum' bar, is she using the vigilante as her guarantee of fame to revive the small office of Nelson and Murdock? What's in it for the vigilante, money or the attention and trust of the city after being accused of causing the explosions in Hell's Kitchen merely a couple of weeks ago?

You drop the newspaper on the table after reading the first paragraph of the first page. "Fame? Money? Is..." you look at the end of the article to see the author, "this Nancy Lockwood for real?"

"It's just a newspaper, y/n." Matt tries to argue, swallowing a piece of his french toast.

"Didn't take it for a cheap gossip journal, because what is this, are they seriously suggesting that me and that guy are 'something special'? Fuck." You sit down in front of Matt, watching him take a sip of his hot coffee.

"Did they mention Teneke? Or the Russians?"

"Not a single word. If Fisk is paying them, he's paying them good because he's got me in the mud with the devil." You scoff.

"They're going to forget this quickly, soon, the FBI trial will be more important than your business." Matt cuts the last slice of the toast into two pieces, feeling your anger fill the living room of your apartment. "You should eat before leaving."

"The news didn't exactly increase my appetite." You sigh, looking out the window. "Will you return to the office today? Foggy texted me that extra hands would be welcomed."

"Don't think he had me in mind." He shrugs, pulling one of your blankets on his shoulders.

"Just... Go, please. I'm not asking you to talk to each other, just be there, in case we get new clients... I'm not sure I'm a very welcomed sight for them after this Nancy earned her montly pay." You finish your coffee and leave Matt alone to make his decision.

***

"I hope I didn't disturb you, Father." You cross the threshold of the church and take a breath of the dull air.

"No, child, all are welcome in the house of God." Father Lantom smiles and leads the way to his small office, walking quickly through the longs rows of pews. "I have to admit, though, I didn't expect to see you here again."

"Neither have I, Father. But life is a funny thing. Or as you might say, 'God has a plan for everyone'." You sit in front of Lantom at the small table and take quick look around, but then notice today's newspaper lying. Your expression turns sour.

"Yes, that's the truth, there is a plan for everyone." Lantom follows your eyes and sighs.

"Mine isn't going well so far. As you already know, I suppose." You roll your eyes and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Before we go into further discussion, would you like a cup of a latte?"

"Uh, no, thank you."

"Business only then." He tries to joke but then gets serious. "Not a particularly nice front page. Even for Bulletin that's a new low."

"Well, the guy got his front page. It seems that it's the only thing that matters to him."

"I know that the two of you crossed your paths before... Do you believe in his doing?" Father crosses his arms and watches your eyes wander to the small window on your left.

"He's playing God, thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he's wearing a mask. And it just seems that he's somehow always after me... I just don't trust that his intentions are good." You notice a sparrow trying to keep itself steady on a tree branch but the wind is just too strong, so it flies away. "He's breaking the law, which I can't forgive as an attorney. I also think that he's... Hiding more than just his identity."

"Why do you think he's doing all those things?"

"I don't know. It's hard to imagine yourself in a criminal's place when you've never... Did those things. But did other things." You lower your head in shame.

"You know that your secret is safe with me as long as you label it as a cofession." Father looks at you intently.

"I know. But... Do you believe in his doing? I suppose it's hard to do so when he's called the Devil."

"Hm. It's difficult to say... I understand where he's coming from... But it's not like I support his doings. Violence is never an answer." Father sits in silence for a moment, clearly thinking. "It is said that he's not killing anyone. At least he's smart enough to not get his hands bloody."

You scoff, feeling a lump in your throat. "At least someone shares a similar opinion. I just can't go to the office anymore without hearing Karen defend him. It almost seems that she's in love with him just because he saved her once."

"And he saved you more than once. Yet you don't share the same feelings with her."

You furrow your eyebrows, then sigh, "it's difficult. I... There's something between me and someone else going on. I don't know what will become of it, or how long will it last but..." You trail off, almost ashamed to admit your feelings.

"Is it... Matt?" Lantom asks and notices your cheeks redden. "I apologize for being so blunt, but I noticed the way you two were interacting during the funeral. The eyes never lie."

"Yes. But this has nothing to do with my disliking of this criminal... I just don't like him poking into my business. I don't know if I'm ready for the cofession... But with all the things that have happened... I just can't keep this a secret any longer. Not to myself."

"You can tell me anything, y/n. I can assure you that this will remain only between us. God is our witness, or what other lawyer words you may like to use."

A small smile appears on your face and you wish to have a cigarette in your hands, but settle on something more appropriate for this place. "I think I'll take that latte, Father."

***

Your return to the Nelson and Murdock office at the end of the day was a surprise to Foggy and Karen. Not a particularly pleasant one. "You said it youself about the extra help, Foggy." You hang your coat and drop your purse of your table, noticing the absence of Matt.

"I was only joking, you only..." Foggy stumbles with his words, then decides to rephrase the sentence, "after yesterday, you shouldn't have come here. It's too soon."

"I'm okay, I promise." You walk into the kitchen with easiness in your step, causing more suspicion to Foggy and almost collide with Karen. Something about Karen felt suspicious and your thoughts travelled to Wesley. Why did Karen remind you of the fact that he was dead? Was it some supernatural sixth sense or just your head messing with you?

Your stare was cold and empty, but Karen squeezed a small smile nonetheless. "Hey. I uh, didn't think you'd be back so soon. I heard what happened. I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, I've never left actually. Unlike some of the people here." Your words cut like a broken piece of glass and Karen gulps, but then your eyebrows twitch, creating a more pleasant expression, "thanks, but nice words won't help Teneke anymore. I trust the FBI to do their job now."

"Right." Karen pulls away from the coffee maker to create more space for you. The calmness that you wore as a cloak on your shoulders was almost frightening. Something similar to a psychopath smiling.

"We got four new cases today." Foggy says loudly, breaking the awkwardness in the kitchen.

"Huh, I guess I really am reviving the office with my glory hunting."

"It was a nasty article from Bulletin." Karen takes her cup of coffee and turns on her heel to leave the kitchen area.

"I don't know, it got us clients." Foggy tries to joke, "I'm sorry, it was a bad attempt to joke. Did he really save you?"

You stop stirring the coffee and look at Foggy and Karen's faces - waiting for your confirmation. "Yes." You walk back to your office and close the doors, feeling them staring at you through the windows.

"I... I think I'll go now, you better lay off the booze, Karen." Foggy gently nudges Karen, reminding her of their conversation before you came, and takes his briefcase from the table, opening the doors to leave when Matt makes an entrance, standing in the doorway. Both Matt and Foggy stand in silence, Matt, with an unreadable expression, and Foggy, scared, almost as if he saw a ghost. Matt takes two steps to the side, allowing Foggy to step out, which he does, as awkwardly as one could imagine.

"Well that wasn't awkward." Karen says when Matt closes the door.

"What are you doing here so late? Or early or whatever it is?" Matt turns his head to the side, listening to Foggy's descending steps.

"Um, couldn't sleep." Karen replies.

"Lot of that going around."

"Seems like it's the only thing we still all have in common." Karen says, expecting Matt to say something, but he just gives her his typical shrug, making way to his office.

The smell of warm coffee and your perfume makes Matt feel at home and his shoulders visibly relax. "Didn't expect to have company."

"Neither did I." You can't stop the silly smile dancing on your lips when his fingers gently touch your shoulder while passing by.

"Why are you not at home? What happened during the questioning?" He sits down in his old seat, taking some documents out of his briefcase.

"It was okay. For FBI. Can't believe I'm saying that feds did a good job, but they did. I think Dex and Ray worked their asses off last night to actually pull reliable evidence." You sigh, reading the same old documents of your cases, trying to find a connection with Fisk.

"You sound... Different." Matt slides his fingers on paper slowly, tracing every bump, every letter.

"Different how?"

"More calm. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah. Possibly now more than ever. I-" you get interrupted when Karen opens the door and announces her departure for tonight. You're left in a comfortable silence with Matt again.

"You were saying something." He reminds you, reaching for your cup of coffee.

"I went to a place after the questioning." You trail off, suddenly standing up and walking up to Matt. He hears the papers rustle and feels your presence next to him, leaning on the table. "The church."

"Church? You went there?" He can't help himself and puts his hand on your bare knee.

"Surprised myself too." You chuckle. "But... had a long talk with Father Lantom. He certainly knows what advice to give."

"Yeah, he does." Matt replies, not asking any more questions, because his beliefs told him that confessions were strictly between a person and a priest.

"He said that he missed you." You look down on Matt, gently touching his bruised cheek. "You should go there."

"I know." Matt leans into your touch, closing his eyes behind his red shades. His hand slides further up, on the inside of your thigh.

"He told me to be patient. Because you, Murdocks, are hotheads." You can't help but spread your legs further apart to make space for Matt's hand, travelling closer to your core.

"He knows about us? Did you tell him?"

"I think he's very good at reading people." You reply, feeling Matt place a gentle kiss on your thigh.

"Well, he wasn't wrong about Murdocks being hotheads." He slides in front of you with his chair, pushing your underwear down and pulling up your skirt. You don't stop him, on the contrary, sit on the edge of the table more comfortably, waiting for Matt's next move with a familiar anticipation in your stomach. Maybe that was what people called butterflies.

You lose your train of thought when Matt kisses the inside of your thigh once, before diving to meet your clit with his hot tongue. You buckle your hips upon the contact and your fingers slide into his dark hair. "Matt..." You exhale loudly, when his slow and calculated movements suddenly quicken, and you can't help but bite your lip, in order to stop the moans from leaving your mouth. The thrill of thinking that either Foggy or Karen could return made your head spin. Matt moves his tongue with confidence, almost groaning at the feeling of finally doing what he wanted to do for a long time. And pleasuring you this way felt even better than he imagined. All your troubles disappeared and you felt the knot tightening in your stomach. "Matt, I'm gonna-" you don't get to finish your sentence when a strong orgasm takes over your body, your thighs trap Matt's head, shaking from the impact, and you feel him pressing your stomach with his hand to keep you in place, which adds to the sensation and you let out a frustrated moan. Matt waits for you to calm down and slowly kisses you, letting you taste your own high on his tongue.

"Fuck, you're gonna have to do this everyday." You kiss him again before standing up and fixing yourself.

"Gladly." Matt smiles with a lovesick grin, pulling back the papers for reading.

You leave him alone and go to the bathroom downstairs, a smile never leaving your face, but the conversation with Father Lantom resurfaces to your mind again.

***

'You don't like him so much because you wish he existed during those nights? You wanted for the so-called hero appear and save the day, right?' Father Lantom's calm voice makes your head lift from the empty cup.

'Yes, I suppose.'

'You have to forgive yourself for this, child. I'm sure God has forgiven you long time ago.'

'I think the problem is Father, that I just don't believe in God. Maybe I am paying for that now.'

'Don't linger on bad moments for too long. You might forget what happiness feels like. And just... give yourself a chance to love. I might not know you so well as I know Matthew, but from what you've told me, you both need it. Don't give up on him so soon.' Lantom puts a hand on yours through the table in a fatherly manner and taps it twice. 'Be at peace, y/n.'

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

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46. Daredevil

You get out of your car, carrying a bag of groceries and a briefcase full of case documents. Busy with watching your step in fear of ruining your shoes, you miss the moment a dark figure emerges right in front of the main entrance to your building. "Excuse me, Miss, but I'll need you to come with me." A firm voice says and you slightly gasp.

"Who are you?" You back up into a wall, clutching your shopping bag close to your chest as a shield.

"Miss, Mr Fisk wants to have a few words with you and I need you to come with me right now." Francis replies, and when you think of running away, the other man comes to stand by your side, both wearing only dark costumes in this windy evening. You suddenly remember him - Marco.

"I'm busy, in case you haven't noticed." You glance at the camera on the building, filming every step of this scene.

"Miss, I will walk you to your flat." Marco says, much to Francis's annoyance. "No funny business."

His raised eyebrow makes you sigh, "Alright." It was best to go through this peacefully than wake up the whole building with screaming and trashing, especially when you knew that these two would easily pack you in their car as if it was nothing.

Francis goes to wait in the car and minutes later, you're walking outside with Marco holding your forearm tightly. He sits in the backseat, and you're allowed to sit in the front, next to Francis behind the wheel. Somehow, the passenger privileges did not give you much hope as to what was about to come. They didn't cover your eyes, and made you sit in the front, as if Fisk wanted you to know where he was residing. You can't keep silent and ask, "You two were close with James, weren't you?" looking straight ahead, watching the city lights go over your head.

They don't hurry to answer, and when you think that you're going to get ignored, Marco speaks up from the backseat, "He hired me." Your best guess was that he was holding a gun to your head behind that seat, in case of 'funny business'.

"I'm sorry... For the loss." You reply, folding your hands in your lap, "I'm not some heartless bitch, if you think I wasn't affected by this."

"Thank you, Miss." Marco answers again, and you begin to understand that he was the one closer to James, and Francis was closer to Fisk. Somehow, it all made perfect sense. The drive is short, and you don't recognize the place you're in. Soon, both men lead you to a huge living room, and you see Fisk sitting on one of the small sofas placed around a coffee table. The place looks modernistic, yet reeks off sickening luxury. You notice a couple of familiar paintings on the walls and recall seeing them in Vanessa's exhibition. Of course, you scoff to yourself.

Fisk clears his throat, noticing you looking around. "Nice, isn't it?"

You tear your eyes away from the interior of the place and meet Fisk's eyes. "What do you want?"

"Straight to the matter, my kind of person." Fisk stands up with an effort and offers you his hand to shake. You look at it, stretched over the clear glass table, with visible disgust, but don't move a single muscle. After another moment of hanging in the air, Fisk finally takes his hand back. "Alright. Please, sit down, I prepared some tea, if you want."

You look at the cup on your side, and don't even think of drinking whatever was in there, but take a seat. That's the least you allowed yourself to do here.

"Not very talkative today, right? I believe all these new clients are really tiring for such a small company." He notices the glint in your eyes, as if you wanted to ask a question. "Even a man, such as myself, allows himself to read the local newspaper sometimes. I've noticed you've become quite a star."

"Get over this, what do you want?" You clench your jaw tightly.

"I think that, and I speak for the majority of the public of this city, you and that Devil became quite a pair." He's testing the waters, pressing your buttons, in order for you to make a scene.

"We're not a pair." You cut shortly.

"Yet, you both appear on the same side of the story." He takes a sip of his tea, the small cup looks like a toy in his big hand.

"I want nothing to do with that criminal. For me, you and him are on the same side."

"I don't work with criminals like him." Fisk says, and that almost makes you laugh.

"Yeah, right. Well, then it's between the two of you. I'll be on my way-" you shuffle on the sofa and Fisk's voice roars in the room.

"I can offer you protection."

"I don't need protection." You sit back, eyeing Francis in the corner of your eye.

"You may not feel the desire for it now, but in time, you'll look back at this moment, and wish you'd agreed. I can protect you from the media, from the Devil of Hell's Kitchen... And from the unwanted attention you might receive when the truth comes out... About certain things from your past."

"Are you threatening me?" You say calmly, although Fisk takes notice of your voice wavering.

"I am simply talking, offering... A job. It is your choice to accept... Or refuse. But you will feel the consequences of your actions."

"As will you. Although, yours will come haunting you sooner than mine."

"I believe that Wesley has let it slip about my offer before I could speak to you myself." Fisk ignores your last comment and takes another sip from the teacup.

"You know that a case is being built up against you, and you want me to defend you in court, don't you?" He nods, and you can't help but ask, "Why me? You could buy any other lawyer in the States like you bought the whole police station."

"Sometimes money isn't everything. Sometimes power comes from knowledge. I happen to know a lot."

"That sounds a lot like a threat."

Fisk only offers a small grin, but then his face becomes serious again, he turns away from the topic, "It is unfortunate that James was selected as the target to hurt me. I don't wish for that to happen to you as well."

"How did he die?" You just can't stop your curiousity, your thoughts often wandering to imagine what kind of death took Wesley's life.

"Seven shots through his chest." His face is hard, angry.

A chill goes down your spine. "Who did it?"

"That is not your concern anymore, y/n." Fisk folds his hands in front of him. "I can tell from your face that it wasn't you."

"Wesley's death is of no benefit to me." You stare at him, and the slightest nod of his head confirms that he agrees with your statement.

"I know. I was also aware... Of how close you and James became in such a short period of time." A twitch of his eyebrows made you even more curious. "When I sent James with the task of... drawing you to our side... I did not anticipate of how quickly you will wrap him in your charms... Or how unwavering you'd turn out to be." Fisk continues, carefully choosing his words, "I think that this was more... My mistake than his. But I guess love makes everyone do all sorts of things." Fisk finally lifts his eyes from the ground and notices a hard look on your face. "I believe you know this better than all of us, don't you, y/n?"

Fisk's eyes are piercing through your skull, he knows more than you'd want him to know. There's no point in lying when he has already openly threatened you. "What happened in my past, is no concern of yours, Wilson." You watch him slightly wince at the mention of his first name. Good. If he was saying yours, you could only respond with the same. "And if you think that your little show of gratitude and care will soften me enough to join you, you're wrong. Now tell me... Are you frightened?"

He stays silent, only his eyes betray that he's starting to boil inside, especially when you took control of the conversation.

"You knew that this day will come, didn't you? That's why you wanted to offer me the dirty work of cleaning up after every legal mess you left? I don't know how in the world you thought that me, the daughter of a police chief, would agree to work for a criminal such as yourself." You laugh, the irony is just too much to take, "you knew that one day all the loose ends will be tied, and you'll have to face justice, right? I bet you didn't think it's going to be some rookies from a small office, not big enough for four people to have separate rooms, who would put you in a corner." He doesn't respond, and you offer a small smile of pity, "It would be wise to admit your doings. Maybe the jury will take a pity on a poor boy who killed his father." You rise from the sofa, waiting for Fisk to protest your departure, but as he remains silent, you push past Francis and Marco, who hesitate to let you through at first, but after a single flick of Fisk's fingers, allow you to leave.

*** "What?" You stop by your car, keys hanging on your middle finger, and increase the volume on your phone. "You're kidding, right?"

"No, we got him, come to the station, he's going to confess soon." Matt sighs with relief on the other side of the phone, then adds, "I want you to be here with us."

"I... I'm on my way, just five minutes, and I'll be there."

The city was strangely empty with uneasiness, no traffic or people hurrying to work. You felt anxiety building up inside of you, especially after Fisk's threat. He's not the kind of guy to let things go easily. You park somewhere you shouldn't park, next to the station, which was full of cars and officers running around. Stepping inside, you almost collide with one officer and he apologizes, but then stops, recognizing you, "Miss y/l/n, hi!"

"Officer..." you look at his name tag again, just like the first time, when you questioned him about Tully. "Wright... Harry! Hello." You smile at the blonde man, a bit surprised.

"Hey, you remembered! Sorry, I'd love to talk more but we have this guy here, he's about to say something, I gotta go!"

"Wait, is it Hoffman? I'm going there too."

"Really? Well, then let's go, I'll accompany you." Harry starts surfing through the crowd, taking long strides, and you were glad that you put on ankle boots rather than high heels and managed to not lose him in the maze of corridors. "Here, I'm not supposed to go inside." He stops by the closed door and you only nod to him before Karen opens the door and quickly pulls you inside.

She lets go of your wrist and hurries back to the table, where you notice Mahoney, two other officers, Hoffman, Matt and Foggy sitting before a small pile of papers, and a camera, ready to start recording and three more people sitting on the opposite side of the table. You stay close to the door, not wanting to cause more ruckus by sitting with the crew, or earning more side glances from the officers.

Foggy begins, noticing that the camera was already recording, "As we stated on the phone, our client is willing to be placed in protective custody and waive all considerations for immunity."

Wait. Our client? How much did you miss?

"In exchange for what?" The woman in the middle asks, solely focusing on Foggy, but Matt answers instead.

"Nothing. Detective Hoffman regrets his involvement in Wilson Fisk's criminal enterprise and seeks only to unburden himself in the eyes of God and the state of New York. Detective?"

"I've taken money, a lot of money, to do things for - For Fisk. I'm not the only one. There's cops, lawyers, judges... At least one senator I know of."

Your heart skips a beat. Did Fisk tell him about the plan to get you to work for him?

"Start from the beginning. Names, dates, I want it all." The woman orders, clicking her pen.

"My partner and I were first approached by a man working for Wilson Fisk 18 months ago." Wesley. Even dead, he couldn't escape justice.

***

After the absolute rollercoaster of information, you step out into the corridor and see a group of men with FBI jackets forcing their way into the station, grabbing some of the officers and pushing them out. You notice Harry looking around with panic in his eyes and one of the FBI agents grabs him by the elbow. Harry turns back to say something to you, perhaps to apologize, but you can only look at him with wide eyes, full of betrayal.

Someone taps your shoulder, and for a second you think you're going to get carried out too, but then you see a familiar tall figure. "Hello, you."

"Dex? You're here too?" You sigh with relief.

"Yeah, I'm here to take you." He says with a serious face.

"What?"

A laugh leaves his lips, "Sorry, I'm joking, y/n. You should've seen your face." He crosses his arms on his chest, and you take notice of his biceps popping out under the jacket.

"I've been in there during the whole confession and still fell for it." You laugh a little, "Busy day for you guys, huh?"

"Honestly, the best day. Listen, I have to go, so... Don't get dragged out with the rest of these scumbags." He puts a hand on your shoulder, gently squeezing it. You don't respond, but get a feeling that he enjoyed the slight touch more than you did. Dex disappears behind the corner and you sigh again, resting your back against the cold wall.

*** "No, Foggy, I'm not drinking in the broad daylight!" You push away a full glass of champagne once again and lean back in your chair, it was starting to get dark, but you refused the drink simply because you were driving. "So it was you who found that building where Hoffman was hiding?" You turn to your left to look at Karen, and she nods, eyes bright, her skin flushed pink from laughing and drinking. If you counted correctly, it was her 3rd full glass in the last half an hour.

Karen puts a strand of her hair behind her ear and smiles at her last night's finding. "Yeah, I was... I couldn't sleep so started reading all the papers that we had and when I thought I was going to fall asleep without anything, I found it."

"Yeah, I still don't understand how did Hoffman willingly go to confess." You scruch your nose at the acidic smell of champagne when Foggy spills half of the glass on the table.

"I told Matt and Foggy about what I found and... Matt said that..." Her pink cheeks suddenly redden, "he was approached by the man in the mask."

"Oh." You say, both surprised and disappointed for being left out in such a big breakthrough. "So, if I understand it correctly, you and the Devil worked together on this case... Did he beat up Hoffman into confessing? He looked pretty... under the weather."

"Hey, it's done what it's done, Fisk is going to jail, that's all that matters." Foggy says, clearly already affected by the alcohol. "Marci has helped too, big time. God bless Marci and her designer pumps." He drinks again, and you almost cringe at the last comment.

Matt listens to your heartbeat, but it's so out of place that it makes him confused.

"Okay, so if we're... sharing secrets in this circle..." you clear your throat, "because well, apparently this was your secret. I met with Fisk yesterday."

"What?" All three of them ask in a chorus, all eyes on you.

"Yeah. Thought I'd keep this to myself, but since we're so honest now... He asked me to work for him. Again. He knew that he was going to prison, so, naturally, he needed a lawyer for the appeal of the decision."

"What do you mean again?" Karen asks, looking at you as if you did the biggest crime known to a man.

"Wesley let it slip that Fisk wants to have me, but he didn't tell why." Matt and Foggy already knew about it, so this didn't shock them as much as it did Karen. "Turns out this whole 'romance' was just a way to sway me to their side. I refused then, I refused last night again. He... Didn't look scared, or didn't flee the country for that matter." You slightly shake your head, eyes sliding to the computer screen, where the news channel was showing them pushing Fisk into an FBI van.

"He's an idiot then, he's going to lose everything and rot his life in jail." Foggy scoffs, finishing the remaining champagne.

"A man who's about to lose everything isn't so calm." You say after a moment of silence. "Trust me, I've seen it in court, more than once. I have a feeling that he has a backup plan. Someone who's been building his empire in secret for so long just can't go away so easily."

Karen puts a hand on your palm, gently squeezing. "I'm sorry. For everything."

***

"Matt, where are you going, let me take you home!" You shout, hurrying down the stairs to catch up with him, Foggy and Karen following you a bit slower.

"I'll grab a cab, it's fine, you drive out of here quicker before the traffic begins." He responds, disappearing out through the exit door before you can stop him.

"Ass!" You shout when the doors slam, and turn around, "anyone need a lift? It will be quicker than getting a cab now."

"No, I live on the other side of the town," Karen walks right past you and Foggy looks apologetically, "I'm going to Marci's, sorry."

He disappears in the street as well, and you notice how he catches up to say something to Matt, both of them almost arguing, and then Matt catches a cab. You shake your head, and hurry to your car, before someone accidentally scratched it. After Fisk's play with the FBI and his grand escape, the whole city fell into a frenzy, everyone hurrying to either take cover, or go see the last dance of the fallen 'hero' of Hell's Kitchen.

***

"Daredevil?" You ask again, as Karen reads the newspaper headline.

"Yeah, daredevil." She confirms, turning to show you the newspaper.

"Oh, another fancy first page for the devil." You blow a cloud of smoke and laugh a little. It was a relief to know that Fisk was finally where he belonged. Finally with no backup plans. Justice was best served cold.

"Sounds like he's gonna jump Snake River Canyon on his rocket cycle." Foggy laughs, trying to make the sign of 'Nelson and Murdock Attorneys at Law' straighter.

"It kinda does, doesn't it?" Matt nudges your elbow and you silently pass the cigarette.

"Okay, okay. I thought it was a bit goofy at first, but it kinda grows on you. And it's better than the Devil of Hell's Kitchen anyway." Karen responds, giving Matt a disapproving look.

"Not wrong there." He gives you the cigarette back, pushing his hands into the pockets of his coat.

"I cannot believe this is the same guy that stopped that Union Allied nut from stabbing me in my apartment. That is a serious upgrade." Karen says and steps further way to look at the sign.

"I don't know, I think the horns are a bit much." Foggy comments, looking at the sign as well.

"Although I still think he's an asshole, I kind of owe him for saving my life. More than once." You say, exhaling the last smoke and drop the cigarette on the ground.

"Wow, today truly is a great day." Foggy teases, and finally shows you what he's been working on for the last fifteen minutes. "Well?"

"Looks great!"

Matt steps closer to the wall, with Foggy's help, and you watch how his fingers trace the letters. "Nelson and Murdock. Avocados at law."

"Avocados?" You and Karen ask at the same time, looking at the two men laugh. This is what Nelson and Murdock is about - friendship. You no longer feel the same ache you felt when you left LA and Pug behind to return to Hell's Kitchen, no, it was different. Everything was different now. New feelings, new friendships, new people, but still the same desire to serve Lady Justice. You can't stop your lips from twitching into a smile.

"It's a long story. Which I do not have time to tell you. Promised Marci I'd help her find a new job since most of the partners at Landman and Zack are under indictment." Foggy puts a firm hand on Matt's shoulder and they hug.

"Oh? You two getting back together?" Karen asks, although you had your suspicions about them being back together for a while now.

"No. I don't know. Maybe." Foggy comes and hugs you, which takes you by surprise, and Karen too.

"Well, thank her for us. For everything she did helping bring Fisk down."

"Fisk still needs to go to trial. Just getting a court date on a case this big could take a year." Foggy shrugs and fixes his jacket.

Karen's face shows surprise and it makes you smile at her lack of legal knowledge. "That long?"

"He's where he belongs, that's all that matters. And we put him there." Matt comes closer, hand searching in the air to grab your elbow. You relax under his touch and let yourself finally enjoy the sun and the slight breeze.

"Alright, gotta go, see you, partners!" Foggy hurries away, leaving you, Karen and Matt on the street. Suddenly your phone rings and you excuse yourself.

"Hey, Karen." Matt begins, turning in Karen's direction.

"Yeah?"

"There's been something in your voice. It's been there for a while now. I thought whatever it was, whatever's been, I thought it would get better once Fisk was put away, but it hasn't, has it?" He asks softly, eyebrows twitching ever so lightly.

Karen feels tears collecting in her eyes, but quickly blinks them away. "We put him away, yeah but it won't bring back Elena or Ben or erase what we've been through, or what we've had to do to get here."

"Yeah. A lot of decisions I'd give anything to go back and change. But I can't. None of us can. It's like I told Foggy, all we can do is move forward together." Matt extends his hand and squeezes Karen's in a reassuring manner.

"Yeah. Come on, let's get to work."

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 4082 (chapter 41)

41. Guilty Crimes

The return to Hell's Kitchen felt stepping into an active war zone. You felt guilt heavy on your chest like a rock for sleeping with Max. Well... Kind of. It was hard for you to evaluate the level of seriousness of the situation that you've put yourself in. You weren't sure of your relationship with Matt in the first place, so this shouldn't feel like cheating... Yet it felt like something even worse than that.

Stepping out of the taxi, you inhale fresh air and look at the building in front of you. Nelson and Murdock. Maybe you should've gone to visit Matt, but you returned late at night and went straight to bed, so who could blame you for that one? You didn't trust your own mind and what you could possibly say to him after your stay in LA.

The stairs to the office felt longer than ever, and the locked doors of the office definitely didn't add any more glory to the whole situation. "What?" You rattle the knob again, yet the doors remain locked. "Obviously, right when I don't have the fucking key." You sigh to yourself, checking the time, just in case - 10 am. Before you could even decide what to do, your fingers were already dialing Matt. After a couple of seconds, he answers:

"Hello?"

"Yeah, hi." Suddenly it felt awkward to call him, "I'm near the office. It's locked." You exhale loudly, and Matt's interest spikes up, "Where are you guys? Well, Foggy... Or Karen... I understand that you're at home... Resting." Matt's silence made you stutter and blabber nonsense, and you finally stop, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, I'm home. You don't have a key?"

"No."

"I'll give you mine." Matt replies nonchalantly, causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

"Do you need anything? I can stop by the store."

"No, thanks." He says and ends the call, weirdly enough not very talkative.

***

On your way to Matt's flat, you're so lost in your head that you almost bump into a woman at the beginning of the stairs. "Oh, sorry." She says and you shoot her a distracted smile, but then you recognize her-

Or at least you think you do, but she definitely recognizes you from the hospital, and hurries away before you can say anything to her. The voice was so familiar to the one you've heard while you were unconscious from the poisoned champagne. You knock on Matt's door, holding a bag in your left hand. He opens a minute later, an unreadable expression on his face, and the sight of him - broke and hurt - pains you so much that you drop your bag on the floor, quickly embracing him. "Oh my God, Matt." You try to pull away to take a better look at his injuries, but Matt buries his face in the crook of your neck, squeezing you close to him, despite the stinging pain in his chest. You pull away again, this time freeing yourself from his hands and gently touching his face. "Matt... I'm sorry I didn't come earlier... Sorry I left for LA instead, fuck, I should've been here... Why were you not in hospital? When did this happen? I mean... Foggy didn't say much but-"

Matt shuts your blabbering with a kiss, closing the door with his free hand and then pulls away, resting his forehead on your shoulder. "Sorry." He mumbles, inhaling your calming scent, then drifts away again, heading out of the corridor. "The key is somewhere on the table."

You shrug off your coat and grab the bag off the floor, hurrying after Matt into the living room. "I know you said you don't need anything but I stopped by the store and bought some fruits." You say, almost feeling guilty because you didn't listen to him.

"You didn't have to."

"But I wanted to." You finally step into the open space and look at all the bandages and other stuff scattered on the table.

Matt takes a seat on the couch, toying with the zipper of his grey hoodie. "Excuse the mess, my... Friend just left, she uh... Works in the hospital."

"Her name's Claire, right?"

"Yeah, did you two talk?"

"No." You put the bag with fruits on the kitchen counter and then start collecting the papers and other medical stuff related trash from the table, "I believe that she was my nurse."

"What? When?"

"Friday. And Saturday. When I was in the hospital." You continue tidying Matt's space when he stops you by grabbing your wrist.

"What happened? Are you okay?" He gently pulls you next to him, tightly holding your hand.

"Foggy didn't tell?"

"Didn't have much contact with him." Matt falls silent, wanting the ground to swallow him whole.

"I-" you free yourself from his grasp and let out an unexpected sob, quickly covering your eyes. It didn't happen when you were in LA, so of course, it had to happen when you were with Matt. You hated yourself for this now, but it wasn't on purpose, no, the only person who you were comfortable crying next to was Pug. And now it felt as if you made a victim out of yourself when it was Matt who sat next to you bandaged and broken. "Please don't be angry at me. I don't know what was I thinking." You don't look at Matt, but continue, "I went to Fisk's gala on Friday. With Wesley." You close your eyes, trying to stop the tears from escaping, "someone wanted to poison someone in the party. I don't know who, Foggy told me that a lot of people were in the hospital... It was the champagne. I got into argument with Wesley and then drank the whole glass in one and then I remember only waking up in the hospital." You take a deep breath and feel Matt put his hand on your back.

"Why did you go?"

"He..." You didn't want to tell Matt this, you didn't want to destroy what you had with your dumb decisions. "Wanted me to back off the case. Elena's case. He tried to scare me away, threatened to bring my dad into the whole thing, said that if I continue digging, I'll pay for it. And gave me no choice but to go to his stupid party in a week... Then he shows up on the TV saying how sorry he is for Elena's death with Wesley beside him." You talked anyway, finally turning to look at Matt. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you any of this, but he had me in a corner..."

"What happened at the party?" Matt's hand still firmly rests on your back, encouraging you to talk.

"James told me that Fisk wants me to work for him. I got angry and the rest is history. Sorry I didn't come to visit when Foggy told me about your accident... I flew to LA, just wanted to clear my head from all the things... But I still couldn't think of why would Fisk need me." You sigh in defeat.

"Hey, hey, it's okay now." Matt gently takes your face in his hands, wiping your hot tears away. He was angry, with you, with himself. You should've told him everything before attending the party. Maybe everything would've been different. Maybe he wouldn't have been sitting here in this state, maybe he would still be friends with Foggy... Maybe you would've been well and not poisoned. Maybe. But he didn't let this anger get the best of him, not now. "How are you out of the hospital and how did the doctors let you fly all this way to LA?"

"Foggy didn't tell?"

"No... We're not really on good terms now." Matt sighs, shoulders slumping forward. His hands drop from your face on your knee.

"I felt better... And I kind of escaped. Because I knew that it was full of Fisk's people. I felt like shit on the flight, but it's always been like this so..." You take a look at Matt, his face obviously full of disappointment. "I could ask you the same thing. What happened? What car accident?"

His face gets paler, if that was even possible. "I uh... The cab that I took... Someone crashed into us, mostly in my side, but it's just bruised that's all. I... Got a nurse to change bandages...but now she's leaving town so I'll have to do it myself." Matt recalls the talk he had with Claire just half an hour ago.

"I can come in the evening. My dad taught me. Had to change his bandages once, when mom was at work. I think I can manage with little blood." You remember how you fainted when Benowitz's bullet grazed your arm, but in a calm environment you could make yourself get over it.

"I think you should rest. And don't go to work."

"Who's gonna help the clients? Foggy and Karen are not in the office." You look at the table, itching to clear it as soon as you can.

"Maybe we should stop the business..."

"Matt, just because you and Foggy are not on good terms as you said, doesn't mean that I want to rot at home, especially now."

"Y/n..." He sighs again, stopping you from getting up. His left hand rests on your cheek and he brings your face close to his, kissing you. Even if his kisses were breath-taking, you were familiar with the game that Matt was playing, and it involved stopping you from getting to the office.

"Hey, hey," you pull away, although very reluctantly, "eat your fruits and I'll see you in the evening." You take the remaining papers off the table and unstick yourself from his touch. Matt pouts like a child, and stands up as well.

"You know that you're not obliged to come."

"Yeah, but I want to." You throw the trash into the bin and grab the office key from the table. Matt meets you in the corridor. "If you want me here, of course." God, why was everything so difficult now?

"Well, I'm not gonna kick you out if you come. I don't mind your company."

He wanted to fuck you tonight. It was as clear as the sun in the sky. You smile, stopping in front of him and fixing the front of his hair, "If you didn't kiss me like that before, I'd say that I'm not very welcome here."

You wanted to be fucked tonight. The pull towards him was too obvious. Matt knew that. He touches your cheek, wiping the dried tears, "come on, don't let them see you cry," and gently pecks your lips, ignoring the previous comment.

You clear your throat, "yeah, so... See you later."

"Yeah, bye." He says, closing the door when you step out.

***

"Hello?" You pick up your phone and answer to an unknown number.

"Hello, is this y/n y/l/n? The lawyer?"

"Yes... Who's calling?"

"Michael Teneke." The man answers and waits for you to say something.

"I'm sorry, but that doesn't ring a bell... Wait." You finally drop your case papers and get into the conversation fully, "Teneke as in Kelly v Michael divorce case?"

"Yeah," he laughs slightly, which reminds you of a snake hissing in the bush, "the same one."

"Uh, but this is my personal number. How'd you get it?"

"Kelly gave it to me."

"Kelly?" You don't hide your surprise because the split between the two was nasty.

"Yeah, we're kind of... Back together."

"Oh." You lean back in your chair slightly, tapping a stack of papers with your pen. Sitting on Matt's side of the table really gave advantage of seeing the lobby clearly. "Wow, well, congratulations?"

"Y/n, I have something I want to discuss with you. Can we meet somewhere today?" He hesitates, "or whenever you're available."

"Discuss what?"

"I... Need some legal advice. You're still in Hogarth, Chao and Benowitz?"

You furrow your eyebrows in thought, "No, I'm working somewhere else now. I'm free today after lunch, uh, Nelson and Murdock office. Williamsburg, 363 South 4th Street. There's no sign on the building though." You remember pulling it out of trash just an hour ago. Now it was clear why Foggy didn't tell Matt anything about you - they were in a serious fight.

"Good. You're gonna be alone in the office? This is a private matter."

"I will make sure that we're alone, Mr Teneke. See you later then."

"Yeah, thanks." He hangs up almost immediately.

You look at the empty office again and scoff to yourself. "Sure, Mike, I'll kick everyone out of the office, no, Mike, don't worry, no one even came to work." You say in a mocking tone to yourself and then drop your phone and pen on the table, taking a moment to evaluate the already shitty situation of the office. "Yeah, Pug, work is fantastic, you should swing by to help me. Jesus, am I going insane already?" Your monologue accompanies the cleaning of your table and making a cup of fresh coffee. In case you need any more caffeine to flow in your veins.

***

"This will involve feds." You lean closer to him, then move back to your previous state, "I don't fuck with feds. They pick out every bone in your body."

"You owe me one." He argues, hands spread on your side of the table, sudden motivation in his voice changes him completely.

"What?"

"You owe me one. Now it's time to pay."

"Since when do I owe you? Owe you what?" You ask in disbelief.

"A favor." He asserts you, then hesitates upon noticing a frown on your face. "You said that after the last court that we were together. I hurried back home and you said-"

"I owe you one." You say, recalling the scene in your head now, "it was about dinner, Mike, not favor. You got paid a shit ton of money, and I got a fair share too, so I wanted to buy you dinner."

"Well, now I want to change that into a favor."

"No."

"Come on, y/n-"

"No, Mike."

"Okay then, is the dinner still in consid-"

"Nope. That's a new favor, and now you owe me one."

"But isn't it a legal deal with my counselor?" Michael fires back, thinking that he did something impressive.

"Yes, this is legal. But you also owe me a favor. Or dinner. I like that Mexican place around the corner."

"Look, I know I fucked up bad, and with feds on my ass it will be impossible to get away clean-"

"You're goddamn right, you're not getting away clean, even if you hire the best lawyer in the states." You cut him off.

"But I came here because I know that you can at least lessen my punishment or argue a better deal. For a reasonable price."

"I'm sorry, did you just say that you want a 'cheaper justice' and I'm the perfect candidate?"

"Yes."

You scoff. "I had to deal with feds once in my whole career and it was nasty. You're gonna have to offer more if you want me to defend you or get a better deal." You cross your arms.

"Okay. But if I call you, you must come. No excuses." He finally gives up, exhaling loudly.

"Stay put and don't make a scene. But if you do, don't expect much from me when the feds have you in a corner. Understood?"

"Yeah, yeah, now give me those damn papers to sign."

"With your attitude, mister, I have a feeling that we'll meet soon." You say, watching the man crack a smile.

"I like you, too bad Kelly was first to reach out."

"Don't act as if you wanted us to win against you." You give him papers and he quickly signs them. "Don't say anything without a lawyer now, Mr Teneke, and you'll be good for a while."

"See you, y/l/n." He shakes your hand and leaves the office in deafening silence once again.

***

"I'm sorry, what is the FBI doing here?" You ask, although just hours ago you were talking with Michael Teneke about the possible FBI involvement. You quickly walk down the corridor, heels ringing loudly in the almost empty space. Couple of men with black windbreakers and letters"FBI" on their backs, turn around and look at you, before one of them tries to get close to Michael. You slide in between the men and stand with your head held up high in front of Michael, facing the tall man. "Nuh-uh," you gently shake your head and make distance between the two of you, Michael steps back, watching the scene unfold from behind your back.

"Miss, let us do our job." The man tries to gently push you to the side but you don't move an inch.

"Mr Tenene has a legal right to have a counselor, just like every citizen in the United States." You don't bother smiling since the FBI always tends to fuck up the cases that they take.

"Miss...?" The man begins, indicating his question with a raised eyebrow.

"Y/l/n. Nelson and Murdock law firm."

He extends his hand, very uncharacteristically for people like him, "Special Agent Poindexter." You firmly shake it but let go quickly so he wouldn't try to push you away again. "We have every right to take Mr Teneke to a holding cell."

"I believe that me and my client can have a word. Without your supervision."

Dex clenches his jaw, visibly and easily annoyed and his partner steps beside him, "yes, you may but don't go further than the end of this corridor. We still have to see you. For safety reasons." He says politely and you almost roll your eyes. Safety reasons.

"This man did nothing for me to not feel safe with him." You say and turn around, walking back the same corridor you came, your hand gently pushing Michael by his shoulder. When you get away from the earshot of the agents, you almost hold the urge to start shouting at him. "What the hell where you thinking? You know that they'll tear you apart like a chicken wing in that interrogation room!" You whisper-shout at the man, before taking a look at the agents - Poindexter standing with crossed arms at the end of the corridor and looking right at you. You feel rather uncomfortable with the intensity of his gaze, but continue nonetheless, "God, I told you hours ago to not fuck up."

"I tried to, but my boss found out and called feds on me!"

"Jesus Christ... Well, you're gonna have to stay in the holding cell overnight, because I can't do much today for you."

"I know, but you told me to call you if anything happens."

"Good. At least you did one good thing. I give you no guarantee that you're going to be okay, because feds are unpredictable. Just try to stay the night and I'll come in the morning to participate in your interrogation. Keep your mouth shut until then, alright?"

"I can do that." He says, and you turn around to see Agent Poindexter coming your way.

"Come on, wrap it up."

"So generous, Agent," you say sarcastically. "Are you appointed to this case?"

He looks at you, eyes glinting, "Perhaps you'll find out during the interrogation, Miss y/l/n." He smiles, cheekbones pushing themselves up front, and his jawline becomes more visible. "I have a feeling that Mr Teneke will not participate without his lawyer."

"I guess you'll have to find out yourself. If anything happens to my client while he's kept in a holding cell, you are in big trouble, Agent."

Dex smiles again, turning his head to the side, eyes dancing on your face, your hair pulled in a tight ponytail, your whole attire and your silk blouse hidden underneath the dark blue jacket. "Have good evening, Miss." He pulls Michael by his elbow towards the exit, sparing you one last glance. The remaining agents follow him outside, all avoiding your eyes, except for one - the one who let you talk to Mike in the first place. He was rather a handsome man, in his early 40s, or maybe late 30s, with distinct indian-like features. He looks at you apologetically, as if trying to excuse his partner's behavior.

You leave the building, stopping by your car to watch them put Mike into a black FBI van, with Dex closing the doors and turning back to look at you, smile not leaving his face. Worse than FBI agents were happy FBI agents. You fucking hated FBI.

***

The quicker he's thrusting into you, the more dissociated you feel from this place. Sweat running down your whole body makes your hair stick to your forehead and sheets to your back, his light grey silk sheets, Matt's hot and strong hands pushing into your thigh is what keeps you in this moment. Red cheeks and spots on your body match the one's that Matt has. He lets out another grunt, not slowing down the merciless pace.

You tried to protest it, hoped to change Matt's mind and let him rest, but he's been persistent. And truth to be told, who could resist him so desperate and so needy, especially after the day you've had?

If Matt wasn't fucking your brains out, literally, you'd be worried about his stitches and bandages, but the only thing you could focus on was his body hovering above you, hands trapping your head, his bruised, warm fingers slipping between yours, and holding tightly; his lips touching your neck, not kissing, just resting, breathing hot air on your burning skin. Matt's movements suddenly become slower, he's pulling out almost completely, then pushing back all the way, and your hips involuntary jump at this action. He smiles, too proud of himself for getting that reaction from you, and kisses you again, muffling your moans for a little while.

It wasn't just a simple hook-up. He was making love to you. You knew the difference now. This wasn't the rushed and slightly awkward first-time hook-up, no, he knew what he was doing, too well. He knew that even a simple gesture like holding your hands, letting your nail dig into his skin was a subconscious, yet a move full of confirmation and reassurance. Your orgasm comes crashing onto you like a freight train, completely knocking your breath out, and in the haze of your high, you feel Matt's chest rumble with a guttural moan, something pulled from the depths of his body and he cums too, inside of you - his condom - and collapses beside you, catching his beath.

You wished to stay in this post-orgasm state for the rest of your life, lying next to Matt, with your elbows touching in the middle of his bed. After a while, you start to feel cold and it sobers you up. "So yeah... I landed a pretty big case but it's with feds and they're not gonna go easy." You chuckle, finishing your answer to Matt's 'how was your day?' question that got interrupted very unexpectedly by what resulted in your current position.

Matt gently touches your face, putting a strand of hair behind your ear, "see, don't let them see you cry... Don't show them that they hurt you." His face softens in the purple light from the huge screens outside the window, and you feel like you're making a big mistake - falling in love. "You can show them what you can, feds are only doing their job. But so are you. And if I know one thing..." He hovers over you, then grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles, "you're one goddamn good lawyer."

You glance at his abdomen, "Well, this very good lawyer needs to change your bandages."

He completely forgot about that, but now he actually felt blood slowly seeping into the bandage, coloring it with Matt's dark red blood. "Shower first?" He tries, and surprisingly easy, you agree with his idea.

"I'm going for a smoke, if you don't mind." You say, savouring the feeling of his gentle touch on your face.

"Sure, just open the window." With a quick peck on your lips, he's out of the bed, and you can't help yourself, only smile while getting up to grab your cigarettes. You were fucking in love.

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 2349 (chapter 38)

Summary:

No need for summary anymore, right?

38. Poisonous Affair

The knock on your doors reminds you of the night you dreaded the most - Fisk's gala. Finishing your eveningmakeup, you open them, still in your sweats, hair all over the place. Wesley stands there in his finest suit, and a large box in his hands.

"May I come in?" He asks cautiously, looking rather stressed, so different from his usual composed self. You step to the side without words, shooting lightnings with your eyes, and he takes that as a yes, allowing himself in. "I hope you didn't buy a dress, because I brought it for you." He puts the box on the couch, and with an ease, opens it, standing by awkwardly.

"Fisk bought it?" You mock, crossing your arms in the middle of the room.

"No, I did. I thought it would go nicely with your eyes." He knows you saw him on the TV, that look was enough to slice him open like an envelope.

"Under different circumstances, I would've told how thoughtful it was." You retort, finally stepping close to the box. It was indeed a beautiful dress, the one you could see put in the windows of expensive clothing shops. Right now, it only created disgust.

"What would you say now?" He pushes his glasses up, intently waiting for your reaction.

"That I want to choke you with it."

He smiles slightly, although it came automatically when he received threats. You take the dress out of the box and go to your room, purposely leaving the doors a little open. Wesley sits down, crossing his legs, and tries to see at least a glimpse of your figure in the doorway, while inside, you face a great struggle - the zipper on the back of the dress. Sweatpants kicked on the carpet, you tried to pull the zipper, but again, unsuccessfully. Wesley gets impatient, "you need any help?"

You wish to remain silent, but sigh loudly. "Yes."

A smirk appears on Wesley's face, he took that dress on purpose, so you would ask for his help, so he could get close to you again. He enters your bedroom, and finds you standing there hopelessly, with your almost bare back turned on him. Wesley steps closer without words, and you inhale when his cold hands touch your skin. He takes a notice of how your back got painted with goosebumps. He takes the zipper, one hand resting on your shoulder, and begins pulling it up, agonisingly slow. You feel him leaning closer to you, his breath hits the back of your neck, and for a moment you believe that he smelled your hair. Finally, he pulls the zipper up, but doesn't walk away, his hand slips on your waist, leaving your shoulder, while the other one falls on your back. He places a kiss on your shoulder, before muttering, "I'm sorry it turned out like this."

You close your eyes, shaking your head, "James..."

"Please, don't-" He doesn't get to finish, when you free yourself from his arms.

"Let's just get this over. I don't desire speaking with you." You say with a pained expression on your face, putting your heels on. Yes, it was painful, to have your little bubble of joy that you have created with Matt, be destroyed by the cold fingers of the devil himself.

The car ride is silent again, Wesley is itching to say something, but he knows all too well when to stay quiet. The arrival to the ballroom is bitter, yet, you take Wesley's elbow, pretending to be his pair, just for the sake of fooling Fisk. You both step inside, and you see Fisk standing there with none other than Vanessa herself on the stage, talking into the microphone. That was something you didn't expect in a million years; for a woman this elegant, she could do so much better than this bald mass of evil.

"There are those that question why a man such as myself, a man who treasures his privacy, would willingly subject himself to the public eye." Fisk turns to look at Vanessa and smiles, "I question the man who wouldn't step forward when his city, his heart, is in such a time of need. With your help, we can ensure that everyone that was affected by the recent attacks, and all who call Hell's Kitchen their home, will see a brighter day. I thank you, and please enjoy your evening." Everyone starts applauding, Wesley including. You see how Fisk leans and kisses Vanessa on the lips, and suddenly you feel sick from all the lies and this horrible sight.

Fisk comes down, Vanessa by his side, and blends in the crowd of people you don't know. Wesley hesitantly takes your arm, leading you to the dance floor, when the passionate sounds of the cello fill the room. You oblige, feeling that surviving this evening is your only opportunity out. Out for good, so you could finally create a plan on how to actually expose that fucker. More and more couples fill up the space, and soon the tempo starts speeding up. He spins you out with every other man present, and you spin back towards him, keeping your distance. A second later, you harshly get pulled to Wesley's chest and it briefly knocks the air from your lungs. His touch is foreign and only makes you frown.

"You broke my trust." You say, looking him right in the eyes, for the first time this evening.

"You never trusted me." He holds your glare.

"That's true, but it doesn't mean that I didn't respect you." The fast rhythm of the music mirrored exactly how both of you were feeling - fuelled by fury and concealed jealousy.

"We're way past that. Unfortunately." He takes three steps forward, and you feel his hands grip your back tighter when he dips you back slightly.

"Past what? Respect?" You hiss, afraid that someone might be listening to your conversation.

He spins you out, quickly pulling you close to him again, "Everything. My employer's wishes don't meet mine anymore."

"What, he wants me dead now? How surprising." You roll your eyes, almost getting knocked in the back by the woman behind you, who was apparently feeling too much freedom here. Wesley reacts by pulling you even closer to him. His body, colliding with yours, felt like crashing into a brick wall, unmovable, unable to change directions or way of thinking.

"He wants you to work for him."

"What?" You blow a raspberry, thinking that he was joking, although Wesley's face was serious as ever. "Really?"

"Yes."

"And you're gonna be my partner or what, I'm gonna be your bitch?"

"For the record, I tried to talk him out of it." He whispers in your ear, his cologne fills up your nostrils, and you hate yourself for liking the scent, but... God, how much did he pour on himself?

Fisk, leading Vanessa to the dance floor, watches you and Wesley intently for a moment, taking a notice of your silent arguing, and rather aggressive dancing, but then returns his whole attention to Vanessa, trusting Wesley enough to know that this will work out for his benefit.

"How generous of you, how would I ever repay for it? Is blowjob gonna be enough?" You bite again, throwing every insult you could think of. A lady on your right looks at you weirdly, but you don't pay any attention to her.

Wesley swallows uncomfortably, leaning close to your neck again, "I would be careful with words, y/n."

"Why? You don't like them?"

He quickly turns you around, and your back gets pushed to his body, holding your waist with his left one, he was leading you to the right. "He wouldn't like them."

"I didn't ask what he liked, Wesley." You turn to face him again. Something passes like a shadow on his face, but it disappears just as quick as it appeared.

"He knows a lot about you. How dangerous you actually are." Wesley says with regret in his voice, breathing in your perfume secretly. Something has changed about you since the last time you two were in contact, but he had no clue what that could possibly be.

"Big man is afraid of a woman in court? That would make all the early feminists very happy." You roll your eyes, looking around.

"I'm not talking about you as a lawyer. The thing you did in Brooklyn? He can't let it rest."

"What are you talking about?" You lie, trying your best to hide the fake confusion.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. This could fire back at you very quickly." He replies, clearly aware of Fisk's future plans.

Your eyes widen and you grip his shoulder tighter. "You knew?"

"Yes. But I don't judge you."

"How? No one knows about it." You shake your head to yourself, hoping to wake up from a bad dream.

"You did what anyone would do in that situation."

"Don't sound so sorry, you wouldn't know how it felt to be in that situation." You say, anger rising again, and free from his hands, you were already making your way to the drinks.

Whereas, Fisk and Vanessa, done with all the dancing for the moment, were surrounded by the donors of the evening, engaging in a light conversation. "Thank you for coming. Thank you so much. Of course, thank you. It's a pleasure to see you again. Nice to see you. Thank you so much for the donation. It means the world to me, and to my organization." Fisk keeps shaking hands with a bunch of men in expensive suits, who do the same thing with Vanessa, the latter seems to be fond of this very business-like activity.

Out of the crowd, Leland Owsley emerges to greet Fisk, "I haven't been in a room with so many deep pockets since the junk bond days."

"Leland, I was starting to worry." Fisk rasps out, shaking hands with the white-haired man.

"It's taken care of." Owsley sends a brief smile, but looks overall rather stressed about something.

"Appreciate it." Fisk nods, looking around for Wesley for a moment.

Leland brings the attention back on himself, "Yeah, great. So, does anybody need a drink as bad as I do?"

Vanessa finally engages in a conversation, "Yes, please."

Owsley grabs two glasses from the passing waiter and gives one to Vanessa, keeping his glass close to his chest, in no hurry to drink it.

Another man approaches Fisk, "It was a hell of a speech, Fisk. You ever think about running for office?"

"I'll leave that to people like you, Senator." Fisk smiles, yet the smile is nowhere near a warm one.

"That's a good answer. You, um got a minute to talk about that zoning issue?"

Fisk nods quickly to Vanessa, who's been sipping the champagne for a while now, "Yes, of course. I'll be back in a minute."

"Sure." She smiles at Fisk.

"Y/n, wait-" Wesley awkwardly catches up with you, and sees how you drink the whole glass of champagne in one gulp. "Let's talk somewhere outside, just hear my position."

"I don't want to..." You blink a couple of times, vision getting blurry all of a sudden, "hear you..." you squeeze out with great struggle, before Wesley's concerned face turns into a modernistic painting, and you drop the empty glass, feeling how your legs betray you.

"Y/n, y/n!" Wesley's distant voice doesn't reach you anymore, and you don't feel his hands catching you.

Wesley grips your body tightly, before he notices saliva starting to come from your mouth, without even thinking, he lays you on the floor, turning you on the side, so you wouldn't choke. Eyes wide, he looks around the hall with a wild look and notices how few more men and women lose consciousness and fall on the shards of their glasses, until he finally sees Fisk holding the limp body of Vanessa in his arms.

***

An hour later, Wesley finds himself not by the side of his boss, but sitting next to your bed in the hospital, glasses off, he was continuously rubbing his forehead, hoping for some sort of enlightenment on his mind. Yet, there was nothing. No plan, no suspects, and no idea who tried to poison them at the gala. The nurse cleaned you up, and washed your face from the heavy makeup, and got you out of the green dress, so now you were lying comfortably in the hospital's shirt. Wesley has been sitting here since the moment they allowed him to go inside, waiting for Fisk's call. He was lying to himself now, of course, he waited for you to wake up. Yet the constant beeping of the machine next to your head was putting him into misery.

A nurse he's never seen before enters the room, pulling him from his thoughts and goes straight to checking your pulse, and shining flashlight in your eyes. "Is she going to wake up soon?" Wesley dares to ask, putting on his glasses again.

"She's stable now, the thing that she consumed almost killed her," Claire lifts her eyes to raise an eyebrow at Wesley. "You brought her here on time."

Wesley nods, and waits for Claire to leave, wanting nothing more than just think everything over again. He didn't wait for Fisk to carry Vanessa into his car, no, he knew that the other driver was available, although deep in his heart, at that moment, he didn't care neither about Vanessa, nor Fisk. He only cared about saving you.

"By the way, the man on the second floor asked you to come as soon as you're available." Claire says on her way out, obviously not happy that some 'important people' were giving her orders.

"Thank you." Wesley nods again, pulling out a piece of paper and quickly scribbling something. Note secured in his pocket, he stands up, and gently touches your cheek. Yet, you don't wake up. "I'm sorry," he whispers and kisses your forehead, unknown to him, for the last time.

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

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40. running away is all I know

"Isn't it a bit too loud?" You shout to Pug, whose hand has been steadily keeping a hold of your wrist and pulling you forward through the sweaty crowd.

"What?!" Pug turns to briefly look at you, but then continues his journey towards the bar.

"Exactly!" You shout back, trying to not lose your purse and your friend by tightly gripping Pug's jacket with your other hand. You got out of your 5-hour flight just before noon, and now Pug was dragging you out for drinks, hoping that it would lessen your guilt and heartache over a certain someone.

"Oh, I see it!" He says excitedly, and finally you spot the bar, full of people lingering near the counter and others sitting on the high stools. The whole place reeks off rich people with big egos and you're a bit surprised that it changed so much since you left Los Angeles.

"Pug, it's full." You gently pull on his sleeve, but he still drags you near the left side of the bar, where a couple of guys were having a heated conversation, something about business and stocks from what you've managed to overhear in such a short time. Pug gestures something to the bartender and in a minute the guys are leaving their seats, grumbling something about rude service.

"After you, madam." He shows you the stool and helps you to sit down first, before getting comfortable on his stool beside you.

"You call me madam again, and I'm taking the next plane to NY." You send a threatening glare and Pug puts his hands up in defense.

"Okay, okay." He sighs then calls for a bartender. "'Sup Johnathan?"

"Pug, my man, how's it going? Haven't seen you here for a while." They shake hands like old pals and you can't wipe the confusion off of your face.

"I've been busy lately, but hey, I brought this beautiful lady today, it's been what..? a year since she last was here." Pug announces, suddenly making you feel old.

"Oh, nice to meet you, Miss...?" He extends his hand over the counter, waiting for your response.

"Y/n." You shake his hand and you're pretty sure that it smells like all the alcohol in this bar mixed together.

"Johnathan. You said you were here a year ago?" He smiles, the light of the bar illuminating his short, spiky hair.

"Yeah, and I honestly don't remember you." You say, squinting your eyes slightly. "Maybe you would've been a good catch for the night." You watch his eyes widen but then a mischievous glint changes the confusion.

"What about tonight?" He leans closer, trying to keep the conversation on low volume, despite the whole club going feral.

"Oh, Johnny, her heart is in another city, not a chance." Pug nudges his arms and John retreats back a safe distance. You only smile and order Vodka Red Bull, while Pug sticks to his usual Martini.

"Starting off strong?"

"Yeah, trying to forget some stuff." You huff a laugh and Pug eyes you knowingly. After you spilled all your heart in his apartment and in the taxi on your way here, he wasn't about to complain about your road-to-a-heart-attack drink order, because he knew how much you needed to get properly wasted tonight.

***

After the gala, you woke up the next evening, head pounding and a lump hanging in your throat. Your mouth felt so dry that you actually had to peel your tongue off of the top of your mouth. The first thing you saw upon opening your eyes was Foggy sitting in a chair next to you; actually, sleeping heavily, and you almost wished that Matt was sitting next to him, but the second chair was empty. Finally spotting the flowers on the table, you moved in bed, waking up Foggy.

He was beyond worried, immediately thanking God that you've woken up, and running around the ward like a little worker ant.

"Foggy... Please, you're making my head spin." You said, feeling restricted by all the tubes and needles attached to your body, "Can you lift the bed?"

"I don't think you should sit up so soon."

"Since when you're a doctor?" You asked, already annoyed that he didn't hurry to fulfil your wish.

"Since I-" He stopped, thinking about Matt resting in his apartment, "Okay, whatever."

"Thank you." You said when he finally fixed the pillow and you felt your body relax. "How'd you find me?"

"How'd you get here? What the hell happened? I mean Claire told me why you're here but how the hell did you get poisoned?" Foggy started wawing his hands around in the air.

"Who's Claire?"

"Your nurse. She recognized you from your old bilboard and called HCB and then got sent to us."

"Oh." You fall silent, looking at your fingers resting in your lap. "I...was at Fisk's party."

"What? Why?" Foggy looks at you intently, and suddenly you feel like a child who is about to get a lecture from their parents about a broken thing.

"I had to, there was no other choice. He gave me no other choice." You furrow your eyebrows angrily.

"Who? Fisk? Did he threaten you?"

"It's a long story, Foggy, I don't think I'm ready to talk about it..." You sigh, softly smoothing the covers with your hand.

"I'm so tired of all the secrets." Foggy grumbles under his breath, sending a look at the flowers.

"What secrets?"

"Nothing, just forget about it."

Probably for the first time since you and Foggy met, you felt him acting cold towards something, which was very unlike him. "Can you pass me my phone? Before the nurses come and send me through millions of tests."

"Sure." He comes close and hands you the phone, still looking at the flowers. You're met with at least 50 messages and 20 calls from Pug, asking where are you. All from yesterday. "There's a note for you." Foggy fidgets next to you and takes out the note, "is it from him?"

You take the piece of paper and read the words: "i wish it could've been different", written in nice cursive, although it was painfully evident that a man wrote it.

"Is it from that Wesley guy?" Foggy asks again, this time more demanding.

"I think so. I think he brought me here." You scrunch your nose when the hospital smell finally reaches you. "Remember that woman in art gallery?" You ask, eyes wide and, if Foggy wasn't wrong, a little bit wild.

"The one with dark hair? Who was telling me about that ugly painting?"

"Yeah, Vanessa." You say, somehow feeling strength return to your body, "she's with Fisk. There were all kinds of dicks in that Gala, all the rich people of the city, I don't even know half of them, but they're pretty high in power, I think I saw someone from the Station. Foggy, he has everyone in his pocket, we can't do anything about it. We just can't expose him because he's already three steps ahead and has it all covered." You sigh with desperation and notice a familiar face peeking through the small window inside your ward. You knew that face, he was one of the security men in the party. Marco notices your wide eyes and quickly disappears just like he appeared.

Foggy continues pacing around, failing to notice the unfamiliar person, much to his luck. "This is bad, this is so bad." He mumbles again, rubbing his eyes.

"I'm getting out of here. Tonight. I can't stay here any longer." You begin pulling out the needles out of your arms, quickly alarming Foggy.

"Hey, hey, are you crazy?"

"It's crazy to stay here, when Fisk has this place fully packed with his men, I have no doubt about that." You catch his hand trying to stop you and sit on the edge of the bed. "Please, let's just get out of here and I leave you alone, I won't bother you tonight. In fact, I'm going to LA for the weekend."

"What? After Matt had... The incident?" Foggy asks, making your hurried actions come to a halt.

***

"Oh, my favorite type of clients." Johnathan smiles and disappears in the other side of the bar.

"So, I've been meaning to ask you..." Pug starts, spinning the toothpick with olives in his glass.

"Yeah?" You take a sip of your drink and the burning sensation in your throat makes you feel alive again.

"What are your plans after what happened?" He looks at you, unreadable expression on his face.

"Try to stay alive?" You joke, hoping to avoid any serious topics, especially when you came here to get loose.

Pug doesn't get to ask any more questions when suddenly your world becomes dark - big hands on your face cover your eyes and you almost jump in your seat. "Guess who?" A deep voice says close to your ear, warm breath tickling the back of your head. Involuntary, you smile, ignoring the fact that a possible stranger put his hands on your face, most likely ruining your makeup. Your hands come onto his, slowly grazing his fingers and wrists, feeling the layer of hair and strong muscles. There was only one person in your whole life, who still did this childish game.

"Max?" You ask and feel momentarily blinded by the lights when the hands leave your face and rest on your shoulders.

"Bingo!" A voice with thick Australian accent exclaims behind you, and you turn on your chair to see a taller man standing with his arms open, smile on his face as big as the moon tonight.

"Max!" You shout and almost immediately pull him into your embrace, feeling the muscles under his dark green shirt when he presses you close into his chest. He pulls away slightly and takes your hand in his, leaning close to kiss your knuckle. You hold his gaze and shiver slightly when his lips touch your skin, disappearing just as quick as they made contact. Pug looks at the two of you, slightly surprised and almost shocked.

"Max? What a coincidence." He says, pushing his hand in front of Max and quickly greeting the man.

You quickly glance at his shoes and smirk. "Cowboy boots?"

He laughs, head falling back and exposing his thick neck. "You can take me from Texas, but you can't take Texas from me, baby."

"You're from Australia." You deadpan, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I grew up in Texas, baby." He winks, looking around the place.

"Still got that cowboy hat in your apartment?" You take a sip of your drink, turning to Max again. Sitting in the middle of the bar side and managing the whole three-way conversation turned out to be a bigger challenge for your drunken self than it actually was.

"Even better, I probably have like 5 cowboy hats." He smiles, dimples visible on his cheeks, curls falling on his forehead. It's been only couple of years since you last saw him, but he has changed a lot. "Can't believe I met you guys here. I mean I'm here every weekend or so, but it's been too long since I was met with familiar faces."

"I'm not hiding anywhere, just getting drunk in less expensive places." Pug shrugs, side eyeing the bar for any signs of Johnathan and a new drink.

"Well... I've been busy with work.. in Hell's Kitchen." You cast your eyes down, watching the bubbles rise in your glass.

"That hole?" Max asks, not really surprised, but maybe a bit disappointed.

"Yep, that hole. It's just as bad as LA but a lot less fancy."

"Augustus you're still into the law?"

"More 'in' than 'into', but yes, still there." Pug replies, somewhat sourly. He wished to spend as much time with you as he could before you leave again for God knows how long but of course, Max was ruining everything.

"So, what are you doing here, Max?" You ask, saving Pug from another awkward answer.

"Oh, just making my way into the hierarchy of the prison." He says, eyes glinting, "I'm kind of an important person there."

"What, they let you sleep in the top bunk?" You ask, pretending to be shocked.

"Haha, very funny. I'm second to the head chief, so, you know, I can do whatever I want."

"No wonder you're so... Bulky now." You reply, eyes sliding down his chest.

***

You force him on his knees, locking the doors of his apartment behind you and leaning on the nearby wall. "Oh, I like it." Max smirks, kneeling in front of you, smiling. Leaving the club with Max and ditching Pug with a mysterious blonde was a huge mistake, but now you weren't thinking; alcohol was doing it for you.

"Wanna like it more?" You ask, fingers messing with his dark curls. He nods, eagerly placing his hands on your thighs and giving a firm squeeze. He looks at you, asking for permission and you nod slowly, because if you did it faster, you were sure that your vision would be lost. Strong fingers lift the end of your dress and Max starts kissing your thigh; you hold your breath, waiting for him to acknowledge the obvious under your dress, but when he continues teasing, you grab a fistful of his hair and push his face on your center. He looks at you from below, eyes unfocused from the alcohol, the sudden pull of his hair causing him to jerk his hips forward.

He knows how you like it. Or liked. It's been too long since he felt your body underneath his, tightly pressed together and desperate for more. Yet not long enough for him to forget how you liked your pussy to be eaten. Max eyes you one more time before lifting himself up more to grab the hem of your underwear with his teeth and starts pulling it down. You watch the scene unfold between your legs, still tightly holding onto his hair. As he pulls your underwear down to your knees, they fall on the floor on their own, making him smirk. You gently pull him back and he takes the hint, diving to suck your clit. You almost moan out loud at the contact, but swallow it harshly. Max sets a relentless pace, making you tug at his hair harder. He tries to hide it, but you can see the way he's moving his hips, trying to make some type of contact with his pants and you say something that surprises you both. "Touch yourself."

He finally pulls away, breathing heavily and looking at you with a dazed expression, your wetness glistening on his lips. You release his hair, pulling him up by his chin to your eye level. "What?" He asks, blinking more than necessary, perhaps slightly sobering up.

"I wanna see you touching yourself when you eat me." You say more confidently now, kissing his cheek for reassurance. You didn't want to kiss him on the lips and continuously refused to do so in the taxi. He puts his whole body weight on his palms on the wall to keep his balance.

Max groans when your hands start unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants and you teasingly lick his neck. Max's eyebrows knit together, waiting for the desired contact with his cock, but you pull away, holding the hem of your dress instead. He looks at you in question, but then awkwardly pulls his pants down, exposing his already hard dick. "I want to see you cum when you lick my clit." You say, feeling slightly lightheaded when he spits into his palm and wraps his hand on his dick, groaning loudly at the contact, his breath near your neck tickling your skin. "Get on your knees." You say, watching him continue to stroke himself for a brief moment before you pull his head to your center again, letting his tongue do the rest.

You lay on the bed next to Max, ashamed that you just faked your orgasm, staring at the ceiling in thought. Both still fully dressed, feeling too hot for your liking after the previous incident (that's all it was in your mind), you were both looking at the same dried spot of yellow on one of the ceiling tiles. Max turns his body towards you, lying on the side, his head resting on his palm. You pay no attention to the shuffling beside you, still staring with an empty gaze. The alcohol was still buzzing through your veins, creating an unpleasant feeling in your head.

"What's on your mind?" Max asks, carefully inspecting your facial expressions.

"Everything." You simply say. Words were not enough to explain what was going through your mind, and Max, staring at your face, didn't make it all easier.

"I thought you hated Hell's Kitchen." He says and looks at you questioningly.

"I did." You sigh, closing your eyes, "still do."

"But he makes it bearable?" Max asks, his finger gently touching the scar on your arm, where the bullet grazed your skin.

***

"What incident? What happened?" You demand, watching Foggy stumble with an answer.

"He got into a car accident." He lies.

"What?" Your voice gets higher.

"He's okay now, pretty beat up but he's okay... At home." Foggy finishes awkwardly, eyes scanning the floor.

"When did that happen?" You pull up the jeans that Foggy brought. New ones. And they fit perfectly. If he wasn't a lawyer then he would've been a great retail worker.

"Last night."

"Were you even going to tell me?"

"The same way you told me about that party?"

Checkmate. Foggy has finally caught you in a corner. "Tell Matt if you see him that I'm really sorry about lying and... I hope that he's okay." You pull on a hoodie and grab your phone. "I'm getting out of here."

"Y/n!" Foggy shouts when you slip out of the ward, knocking the vase with flowers down on your way. You had to leave, you had to go to LA. You couldn't stay here this weekend, and once again, your gut feeling was right - it was best to leave Hell's Kitchen and Fisk, yet not the best decision to leave Matt wounded and alone.

***

"I think so." You reply, turning to look at Max.

"Jeepers, you're down bad for him." He laughs lowly, chest rumbling with the action.

"You weirdo, no one ever says 'jeepers' in a normal conversation."

"Well, in my defense, your Honor, this is not a normal conversation." He mocks and you slightly punch his arm.

"It's such a dick move from me. I didn't even visit him, and his best friend told me about the car accident. I think he hoped I was going to visit him."

Max looks at you intently, calculating his next words. "Do you think he'd want you to visit?"

"I don't know. I kind of wanted him to visit me when I was in the hospital... But at the same time I was glad that he didn't. I mean... We're nothing. We just work together and share the same fucking table in the office. And we had sex..." You rub your face and exhale loudly. "But it's not like we're in a relationship."

"Do you want to be in a relationship with him?" Max asks, a soft smile on his face.

"I wouldn't mind that... But you know me."

"I know that he's not me," Max begins, sitting on the edge of the bed, his back turned on you. "I couldn't win you, and I'm sure you've never had a thought about me that was similar to what you just said about him. So..."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that he has more chances than me, which means that you two can at least try to create something."

"You're somehow both making sense and talking complete nonsense at the same time."

"Hey, it's the alcohol talking." He smiles, leaning back on the bed, his head almost resting in your lap. "But seriously, you should try it."

"Try what?" You chuckle, slowly messing with his curls.

"Being happy."

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29. World on Fire

In the SUV parked close to the Precinct, Fisk and Wesley discuss the events that unfolded in the interrogation room, agreeing it was fortunate that only Detectives Blake and Hoffman were in the room at the time. "They're taking statements from Blake and Hoffman. Our contacts in IAB will make it go away." Wesley assures concerned Fisk, intently watching the building.

Fisk sighs in disappointment, "Had there been someone else in that room with that Russian..."

"There wasn't. It was our people." Wesley states the obvious again.

"This time." Fisk mutters under his breath.

"Soon Vladimir won't have any comrades to whisper your name to." Wesley says pridefully.

"Is there anything else?"

"The '75 Brunello di Montalcino. It's a personal favorite." Wesley shifts in his seat, leaning on the window.

"Thank you, Wesley." Fisk says not turning his head to look at him. They both watch you and Matt finally leave the Precinct late in the afternoon, walking a little too close for Wesley's liking, not only crossed elbows, but shoulders touching as well. He gulps audibly, in an angry manner, and Fisk finally gives Wesley a disappointed look.

***

You and Matt return to the office, noticing that Foggy and Karen are not back yet.

"Huh, weird. I thought they'd be already back." You say, putting on a kettle for coffee.

"Maybe the Landman and Zach sharks did attack Foggy." Matt laughs, putting the bag of cupcakes that you picked up from the bakery on your way back on the table.

"Ain't it Marci whose representing Tully?" You ask, taking out sugar from the cupboard. "How much sugar?"

"Uh, 2, please." Matt leans against the threshold, crossing his arms on his chest. "And yeah, Marci's the big shark today."

"So, what's their story? Marci and Foggy I mean." You put the coffee in the cups, leaning against the counter.

"Wrong decisions probably." Matt smiles slightly, recalling his college memories. "But he's still head over heels for her."

"Well, she is smart, sophisticated... Sometimes too much even, but as a lawyer, she's pretty good." You fix your hair, letting them down for a moment to slightly massage your scalp.

"Yes, but Landman and Zach are really a shit firm." Matt chuckles, taking in the smell of your hair conditioner.

"Not expecting anything else with that big fancy building." You scoff. "Maybe you should call Foggy?"

"Nah, he's in good hands. I'm sure a little banter with Marci wouldn't hurt his ego too much."

"Ah, such a good friend, Murdock." You tease and turn to take the kettle. Matt seizes the opportunity to come closer to you and leans on the counter too. "Milk?" You grab a carton of milk from the mini fridge and expectantly look at Matt, avoiding to glance at his lips.

"Yes, sure." He smiles, not turning his head away from you, red glasses shining at the tiniest glimpse of the light. "So, what's your college story?"

You pour the milk in the coffee, and watch the black liquid turn light brown, feeling both sad and nostalgic. "Nothing interesting, just college stuff." You shrug and eye Matt for a moment.

"Seriously? No bad decisions, no mysterious lovers?" Matt grins slightly.

"No, just cramming the night before exam, and drinking after it."

"I choose to not believe that."

"Oh, and you, party animal?"

Matt chuckles, "there were some crazy moments but I was more dedicated to learning."

"As if every girl wasn't head over heels for you." You take the cups and put them on a small table, with just enough space for two people.

"Maybe they were, I was only half aware of it." He licks his lips before taking one of the cupcakes from the box. You look at them almost hypnotized and stop stirring the cup. The kiss you shared weeks ago was still fresh in your mind, still making your skin tingle.

"You know what you need?" You ask, taking a sip of still rather hot coffee.

"Hm?" Matt hums, mouth still full of the cupcake.

"Advertising."

"For what?" Matt asks, not catching your train of thoughts as it differed so much from the previous topic.

"The firm. You need a billboard or a poster somewhere. I mean how do clients even find you?"

"Mahoney refers us to potential clients." Matt swallows and gently blows the coffee to make it cooler.

"Now it makes sense why the business is so bad."

"Oh, come on."

"I wonder how Annie found you, and moreover, trusted you enough to win the case. But listen," You quickly continue before Matt gets butthurt, "you nee-"

"We. You're part of the team too, y/n." Matt smiles warmly and it pulls on your heart strings. Not once a company has referred to you as a part of the whole, part of the team. You all were kind doing your own business under the same roof.

"Okay, we. We need an ad in the newspaper. Make it come out in every number, uh, a sign on the building would be nice too, you know. And maybe a poster. A poster you can stick anywhere. Would Mahoney be mad if we hung it near the reception on the board? It's too early for the billboard because it's too expensive but eventually we can get there. What do you say?" You look at Matt expectantly, eyes big and shining. Matt reckons you should've chosen marketing as your major, not law.

"It all sounds fun but you know we have no money." Matt sighs, "All that we got from Annie went straight to rent."

"Money's not a problem, I'll fund the newspaper ad and the posters, we're gonna have a headstart and then money will start coming."

"Y/n, I can't really take your money." Matt shakes his head sadly.

"Don't be a showstopper, we both know how hard it is to compete with big companies but you can have something they don't." You continue enthusiastically.

"A debt?"

You stretch your hand and put on his. "You have that human connection that gets lost when lawyers only care about the profit." You smile before your next words, "also, compared to other firms, you guys are very cheap. And cheap means accessible to everyone."

"Accessible has to be accessible. I can't ask for hundreds or even thousands from an old lady." He argues, ignoring the warmth that spread through his body when your hand touched his.

"Matt." You bow your head down, slightly squeezing his hand. "You're not robbing the lady, you're kindly asking her to pay for the services. For that matter we can say that she can chose an installment plan. Every month she pays a certain sum that she can afford and everyone's happy." Looking at your hands together, you continue. "Just give me a chance, talk to Foggy about that, I'm sure he'll approve." You hesitantly pull your hand away, ignoring the voice inside your head telling you to keep the contact.

"I'll think about it. Now we have to keep Mrs Cardenas in her home." Matt takes a sip and raises his eyebrows slightly, "oh, I think we should call it a day soon, I have some business to attend."

"I can close. Not doing much tonight anyway." You shrug, not minding staying away from your flat. Those four walls were really begininning to feel claustrophobic.

"If it's no bother and please... Don't kick out potential clients." Matt shoots a smile and starts plotting his further actions.

***

Outside the precinct, Detective Blake receives a text message, just a moment before being attacked by Matt in still broad daylight. Blake screams out of surprise and pain when Matt twists his arm, "Scream and that arm becomes your good one. We clear?" Blake nods, still panting like crazy, "You killed that Russian in interrogation."

"I had no choice, he jumped my partner." Blake groans when Matt twists the arm again.

"You lie to me and I hurt you. You killed him 'cause he said a name, Wilson Fisk."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Matt breaks Blake's arm, he groans through gritted teeth. "Okay, okay! I shot him 'cause he said a name, so what? What I hear, you like to kill Russians too. You chopped Anatoly's head off."

Matt almost punches him again but then smiles, "And now I want his brother."

"I don't know where he is!" Blake screams again when Matt twists his arm, "I swear! I swear! I swear! Please. Please."

For a minute Matt listens to Blake hearbeat, which is steady, confirming that it's true. "How are Fisk and the Russians connected? Why did he kill Prohaszka for them?"

"Why? You don't know? Oh, man. You really are one stupid son of a bitch, aren't you?" Blake doesn't get to say another word when Matt breaks his arm completely, taking away his cellphone and leaving him lying near the dumpster.

Calling Claire from his burner, he quickly appears in her apartment where she examines the stolen phone. "There're no numbers in this, no contacts." Claire states after checking everything in the phone.

"It's a burner. Like the one I use to talk to you."

"It was buzzing."

Matt furrows his eyebrows in thought. "Did someone leave a message?"

"Um... No, a text. It's a list of locations.Four of them.47th and 12th.48th and 9th.42nd and 10th.44th and 11th." Claire reads the text out loud and looks at Matt.

"44th and 11th?" He thinks for a moment. "Troika Restaurant."

"Where they were holding that boy? Right?"

"These addresses, they're listing where the Russians are." Matt answers, finally putting the missing pieces of the puzzle.

"Where the hell did you get this?" Claire slightly panics, eyes wide and wild.

"Cop."

"I said go to the police, I didn't mean-"

"No, he was working for Fisk. Killed a Russian for him, right inside the precinct. Then later he gets that list of addresses. I'm betting I'll find Vladimir at one of them."

"Matt, wait, just... What are you going to do?" Claire stops him near the window, with mask resting on top of his head.

"Whatever it takes."

"You know how that sounds, right? Um, when we were on that roof you told that Russian that you hurt people because you enjoy it."

"And you said you didn't believe that." Matt argues back.

"I can't believe that.Because if I do, that means you're not the man that I believe you to be."

Matt slowly shakes his head, "I need to be the man this city needs."

"Hey, that's not a reason, it's an excuse."

Anger starts rising within him, "What do you want me to do, Claire? Let them tear Hell's Kitchen apart? Let them win?"

"What you do is important to so many people." Claire says desperately, not sure of what she's trying to prove to Matt.

"I get that." He answers firmly.

"I just don't think I can let myself fall in love with someone who's so damn close to becoming what he hates." Claire says, but quickly corrects herself, "but I feel that your heart belongs to someone else."

Matt smiles briefly, "You're right you shouldn't." and leaves Claire's apartment, letting the cold wind inside.

*** Vanessa and Fisk take their precious time in the restaurant, enjoying Wesley's recommended wine and the emptiness of the restaurant. Fisk wasn't sure if she'll come but deep down he never lost hope, especially when he had the big 'surprise' ready.

"What I said about what I want for this city is the truth.But money and influence is not enough to usher change on such a scale.Sometimes it requires force." He says, hand balling into a tight fist underneath the table.

"I know you're a dangerous man. That's why I brought a gun to a dinner date." Vanessa calmly says, hand slipping on the purse next to the plate.

Fisk looks at the purse with a challenge, "Would you like to leave?"

"No I'd like a reason to stay."

"I've done things that I'm not proud of, Vanessa. I've hurt people and I'm going to hurt more. It's impossible to avoid for what I'm trying to do.But I take no pleasure in it in cruelty. But this city isn't a caterpillar. It doesn't spin a cocoon and wake up a butterfly. A city crumbles and fades. It needs to die before it can be reborn." Fisk passionately speaks, looking right Vanessa in the eyes.

After a long thought, she finally asks a question, but not the one Fisk expected, "So I don't need the gun?"

"No, by my side is the safest place that you could ever be." He assures Vanessa and intently watches her take out the gun from her purse and hand it to him. He smiles as he puts it in his jacket, already feeling like a winner.

***

Bored at the office, you try to fix the broken equipment that Karen bought but your thoughts wander away from the office, to the other side of the city, where Foggy and Karen mysteriously disappeared for the entire day. At the Cardenas apartment, Foggy finally succeeds in fixing the sink, sleeves rolled up and hair sticking out to all sides. "Okay, try it now." He steps away from the sink, expectantly looking at it.

"Okay, yeah! I admit it. I'm impressed." Karen turns on the water which finally works.

"Hot still doesn't work, but at least it's a start."

Mrs Cardenas appears in the doorway and clasps her hands in surprise, "You, Señor Foggy, you... You stay, we eat."

"No, Mrs. Cardenas, we have to return to-" He tries to argue but gets shut up quickly.

"You stay.There is no 'no happen,' okay?" Mrs Cardenas appears with plates of food, already putting them on the table.

Foggy eyes the food with hungry eyes, after all he only had breakfast, but asks Karen nonetheless, "You want to eat?"

"Be rude not to." Karen shrugs and smiles at the woman.

"Mi madre make this, all the time in Guatemala. Now I make para ustedes, como gracias." Mrs Cardenas says kindly, making Foggy and Karen feel as if they were back at home.

But Foggy thinks for a moment, "Mrs.Cardenas, where did you make this? You don't have any gas."

"I cook in apartamento downstairs. Aquí, we take care for another." And adds something in Spanish, making Karen blush a deep shade of red before she leaves the room.

"What? Did she just... Did she... Is this a date?" Foggy asks puzzled, struggling to fully understand the language.

"Uh I sort of think it is, Señor Foggy." Karen says, laughing awkwardly.

***

You curse yourself for texting Wesley but you've been bored into bad decisions quite literally. A quick text to Foggy confirmed that they weren't going to come back to the office today, and Matt didn't plan to return either, but being alone in the apartment meant being alone with your thoughts. At least in the office you could start hunting for potential cases, but Matt messed up your mind today with his unsual sweetness and caring that you finally broke your promise to not text first and sent a message to Wesley.

Although busy with the operation, he still texted you back. How could he not, when you were constantly on his mind, eating his brain like a disease and polluting his senses with still lingering smell of your perfume.

"I wonder if Hell's Kitchen will have another charity event." You send, but then add another message, "perhaps this event occurs once in a million years."

Wesley chuckles softly to himself and couple of men in suits next to him share a look. "I hope I'll still be alive to take you there." He sends, imagining your cheeky smile.

You were about to type an equally cheeky answer when something went off with such force that even windows rattlled...

***

"Oh, God! Oh, I really wish I knew you guys back then." Karen laughs, listening to Foggy's college stories.

"Much better off knowing us now. We have our own practice. I'm a hell of a lot more dashing than I was in my awkward college days."

"Oh, yeah? Well, I'm going to need photographic proof of that, counselor."

Foggy laughs wholeheartedly, "I have dug myself another hole, haven't I?"

"Well, it's been about five minutes. You were due." Karen smiles again, failing to notice Mrs Cardenas's figure standing behind the door of the living room. "You know, there's something I gotta know.It's killing me."

"No, I do not kiss on the first date. Sorry, not gonna happen." Foggy jokes and Karen blushes again.

"No! No.What's the deal with the meat grinder in the pencil skirt? No, she just... She doesn't seem like your type."

"Marci?" He sighs heavily before his next words, "She was different back when I knew her. Or maybe she wasn't, I don't know. Matt's always getting involved with the wrong girl, so maybe he just rubbed off on me."

"Huh. Matt dates a lot?" Karen suddenly picks up interest in the conversation, finally fully paying attention.

"Date?" Foggy scoffs loud enough for Cardenas's neighbours to hear, "I wouldn't exactly call it that. He hasn't really been with anyone for more than a month or two." Foggy thinks to himself for a moment, recalling a change in Matt's recent behaviour. Karen hums under her breath, but Foggy continues, "It's kind of sad. On the plus side, he gets to touch a lot of pretty girls on their faces. Um, that's, you know, how he tells what people look like. Or at least that's what he tells the ladies. Although, he always seems to know which ones are hot before he puts his grubby little mitts on them." He chuckles to himself, "It's a real gift. He's like a sexual Rain Man."

"Does he know what you look like?" Karen asks, intently watching Foggy's face.

"He's got a rough idea."

"You ever tell him what I look like?" Karen chuckles, trying to hide her pink cheeks again, but conveniently for her, Foggy was busy eating.

"No, he doesn't need me to tell him. He's probably got a picture of you in his head. I don't like to mess with those."

Karen think for a moment, "Oh... Hey, Foggy. I want you to touch my face."

"Um, but I can see you, so..."

Karen falls right into her trap, "No, I... No, I know.I just, um I want to know how someone who's blind would see me."

Foggy thinks for a moment but no for long enough to find it weird, "Look, you do me then, then I'll do you."

"Yeah, okay." She laughs awkwardly, hoping to get away with this not developing in another awkward encounter. "You have to close your eyes."

Foggy closes his eyes and stretches his arms towards Karen's face when the force of explosion shatters the windows and they both fall on the glass-covered floor, rolling from the sudden pain when another wawe of explosions hits the building. Bleeding Mrs Cardenas appears in the doorway and almost falls into Foggy's embrace.

Matt gets blown away with huge force onto the ground as he was lurking next to one of the buildings where the Russians were located and tries to calm the ringing in his ears as much as possible before he could continue to run.

***

From the restaurant windows, Vanessa and Fisk see that there are four locations now on fire. Speechless, Vanessa just stares at the fire and the faint reflection of herself in the window.

"Did you read about the boy who watched his father being pulled from their car and beaten, before the boy was taken? The men that did that, they will no longer infect this city." Fisk says, lurking like a predator behind her back.

Something changes Vanessa's expression from scared to calm and she turns to look at Fisk, "Good."

"We should call it a night. I need to get you home before the roads close." Fisk says before leading Vanessa outside.

***

Matt comes to his feet as Vladimir and one of his men emerge, both injured, from the building. He attacks them, quickly knocking out the henchmen and concentrating on Vladimir, and beating him viciously, so much that he fails to notice the police.

"Hands on your head!" One of them shouts, and Matt stands up carefully, holding his hands in the air. Has this finally come to an end?

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