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malice-kingdom · 1 month
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If you thought for a second I wasn’t gonna draw Luke and Danny for Valentine’s Day :D
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enthusiastofshit · 1 year
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muchemovies · 2 months
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DEFENDERS' SAGA: DareDevil Jessica Jones (Alias) Luke Cage (Power Man) Iron Fist Daredevil S1 Jessica Jones S1 Daredevil S2 Luke Cage S1 Iron Fist S1 DEFENDERS Punisher S1 Jessica Jones S2 Luke Cage S2 Iron Fist S2 Daredevil S3 Punisher S2 Jessica Jones S3 (Hawkeye S1 She-Hulk S1 Echo) Daredevil: Born Again (?)
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thornbushrose · 5 months
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They think you kidnapped me.
--Defenders, S1 E7
I think this would be an awesome writing prompt.
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petertingle-yipyip · 1 year
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MAD AT GOD - MATT MURDOCK
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season 2b - ain’t it fun
Tags: @johnmurphys-sass @ironprincessstranger @americaarse @dusstory @mayasaurus--rex @astrobees // four // six // masterlist
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader
Word Count: 5,228
Summary: The rapid rollercoaster of the Hand’s latest plot goes into sudden free fall and your small group of Defenders is forced to make a drastic move to save NYC.
You woke up in an awkward position in a chair in a police station. You got yourself up in a hurry, nearly tripping over a nearby coffee table. You glanced around in a panic, patting the back of your belt and your wrist. Your handheld blade was gone but your retractable was still there. Oddly enough, you were more relieved that you hadn’t had that one taken. You rubbed the skin under your nose and winced as your knuckles hit the tender area. Dried blood flaked off so you sniffled and scrunched your nose until the ache went away and you felt you could breathe clearly.
You turned and found Matt on the couch on the opposite side of the room. You hurried over and woke him gently, though he got up in the same panic you did.
“Hey! Hey, you’re okay!” You said quickly, grabbing his arms and pulling him in for a tight embrace.
After a moment’s hesitation, he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck.
“Are you okay?” He asked when he pulled away, hands coming to either side of your face.
“Yeah, I’m alright.” You nodded and put a hand to the back of your head, under your hair to feel the collection of dry blood against your scalp. You frowned slightly and wiped your hand on your pants, but your fingers met with a series of frayed strings. You glanced down and saw an angry red gash against your leg that had begun to heal. “Could be worse, I guess.”
You jumped as the door flew open and you turned to see Foggy come into the room. You sighed in relief and Foggy came to give you a quick embrace.
“Where are we?” Matt asked quickly as you came back to his side.
“Harlem precinct. Private office.” Foggy explained. “I’m glad you’re both okay. Claire gave you guys a quick once-over and nothing’s broken, even though you both looked like hell.”
“She wasn’t trying to kill us.” You spoke quietly, rubbing the back of your head and feeling the thick thread of stitches. You thought it ironic that stitches to the back of your head was how you met Claire in the first place.
A lot of full circle moments happening recently.
“I wasn’t wearing the suit.” Matt breathed in relief as he sat in a nearby chair, taking your hand and pulling you to sit on the arm beside him. You gingerly ran your fingers through his hair and he sighed softly.
“I know… There is a God after all.” Foggy joked and you smiled slightly. You were in part relieved that Matt wasn’t in the suit, given that it could’ve exposed his secret. But you also wondered if he would’ve fared better against her with it. Then again, you wouldn’t have gotten as close to killing her as you did.
It still felt wrong to think of killing Elektra.
“We need to go.” Matt patted your leg and your attention was drawn back. “He’s in danger.”
“Yeah.” You nodded. “But we need everyone else.”
“Who?” Foggy asked quickly.
“Danny Rand. They took him.”
“The billionaire?”
“Stick.” He sighed sadly and dropped his head against your side. “She killed Stick.”
“I’m sorry, Matty.” You said softly, gently rubbing your thumb across his cheek. He sniffled slightly and turned to press a thankful kiss to the palm of your hand. “I tried but…”
“No, I know. It’s okay.. I’m okay.” He nodded slightly and blew out a sigh before he stood . “They um- Yeah, they took Danny. We have to save him from the Hand.”
You stood with him.
“No. You are in no position to save anybody.” Foggy said firmly and blocked you both. “They haven’t pressed charges but they found you both in a room with two dead bodies.”
“I don’t have a choice. He’s the Iron Fist.”
“I’m not gonna pretend to know what that means.”
“Foggy, the person who did this, who took Danny… It’s Elektra.”
“Your ex-girlfriend?”
“He’s telling the truth.” You said, remembering the words she spoke to you before she went after you and the thought of her voice sent a shiver down your spine.
You cannot take him from me.
At least Foggy tried to remind him that Elektra was his past.
“She’s dead.”
“She’s not, not anymore.” Matt sighed.
“The Hand has some resurrection ritual and they brought her back..” You told Foggy before turning to Matt. “I heard them talk about needing more of a substance so maybe that’s what they need Danny for. He unlocks something for them so this could be it.”
“Y’know, Y/N/N. When I saw them bring in him, I wasn’t surprised. But you…”
“Foggy, I-“
“I’m glad you’re okay but this isn’t your fight.”
“I can’t let him do this alone.” You answered firmly. “Especially if it’s El.”
“You do realize that you were stabbed and your head was split open? That you were unconscious?”
“I know how it looks but-“
“There is no but!” He cut in suddenly, and you had to take a step back. “Do you not understand how dangerous this is? You’re not him, Y/N. You shouldn’t be doing this!”
It was odd to have Foggy yell at you. Arguments with Karen over your vigilante work was expected, even a part of your routine at that point. But Foggy. You hardly ever heard him yell in general. You realized then just how much not knowing you were more than capable of keeping pace with Matt as Daredevil worried him. And it made you feel terrible. It also worried you even more about how he would take your reveal.
“It doesn’t matter.” Matt said, gently pulling you to his side. “Whatever they’re gonna do with Danny Rand, it’s not good for anyone.”
The conversation was halted when the Detective that you remembered from your first meeting with Jessica came into the room. Foggy offered you an apologetic expression but you didn’t acknowledge it. He was right and you knew it. Without him knowing your alter ego, it would be insane for you to get involved against the Hand. But it wasn’t the right time to tell him in the middle of a precinct. You blew out a sigh and moved across the room, pacing in a small area near the sofa.
You were thinking of Elektra and why she hadn’t killed you. Clearly, she didn’t care for you. She blamed you for her death and you had accepted that. It broke you every time you thought about it but it was true enough.
It was your fault Elektra Natchios died. But you wouldn’t take responsibility for whatever the Hand replaced her with.
You knew it was only for Matt’s sake. She saw the way he cared for you, the way you spoke of him. She had to have understood that Matt loved you, so killing you would’ve only drove him away. As twisted as it was, at least you were alive.
“Ms. Y/L/N?” The detective called, making you stop your movements. “Care to add anything?”
“No.” You said simply, though you weren’t really sure what had already been said. “Am I being charged with anything?”
“You’re a witness to a murder, same as him.”
“I got my ass knocked out.” You scoffed. “What am I supposed to be able to tell you?”
“You could talk about that stab wound.” She gestured to your leg.
“Don’t remember.” You shrugged.
“And the back of your head?”
“Probably when I lost consciousness. I don’t know.”
“Tell me, Y/L/N. Is all of that blood yours?”
You pressed your lips into a line and shrugged quietly, the small act of defiance spiking her annoyance with you.
“Y’know, it’s interesting…. You clearly know some of the people here.”
“And why does that matter?” Your brows furrowed.
“Because they’re here cause they need protection. Because someone cares about them… But you were never here.”
“Detective, I’m gonna ask you to stop while you’re ahead.” Your skin began to feel warm under your sweater.
“Y/N..” Matt said softly, probably picking up on the slight uptick of your heartbeat.
“Just makes you think, doesn’t it? Whoever cares about the people you know doesn’t seem to care about you as much… Do they?”
“I don’t have answers for you, Detective. You can’t bully information out of me when I don’t have it. Now if you’ll excuse us, I’d like to talk to my lawyer-“ You gestured to Foggy. “-and my boyfriend-“ You gestured to Matt. “- in private.”
“You can talk all you want.” She nodded slightly. “When we’re done. And you can change into this. We need your sweater for the blood samples.”
She gestured to the open door where two cops were waiting before she threw a t-shirt at you, matching the one Matt wore. You scoffed and stepped to the back of the room and turned away from the prying eyes, discreetly pulling your retractable from your wrist and shoving it into the front of your waistband before changing your shirt. You felt everyone - save for Matt’s - staring at your back, scanning for some sort of injuries or clues and you assumed the worse they could see would’ve been old scars and some bruises. Maybe a few welts and red marks. You looked the detective in the eye and dropped the sweater to the ground at her feet as you walked by.
As you were led down the hall, you met with Luke and Jessica. Your small group was led to a secluded room with the door shut behind. You huffed a sigh and leaned against the far wall, arms crossed while the detective and another officer tried to weasel information - or more likely a confession - out to you.
“Captain, my clients are exhausted and under extreme emotional distress. I’m sure you can understand how much they need to go home.” Matt urged and you chuckled under your breath.
“I’m not sure you understand the severity of the situation.” The Captain argued. You pushed off the wall and moved to Matt’s side at that point, putting your hand on his shoulder and his hand meeting your lower back.
Before you could say anything, Luke told them the basics. You sighed inwardly and dropped your forehead against Matt’s arm. You felt his shoulder shake with a small chuckle before he patted your back.
You lifted your head and he nodded to you. You took a few steps away and leaned against an empty desk on the other side of the room, growing more and more annoyed with the pestering of the officers. You noticed that the captain was getting aggressive with Matt so you lifted your hand. Your fingers twitched and toyed with his emotions, allowing him to agree with Detective Knight and leaving the room.
The detective was taking you all to another area when you ran into Karen.
“Detective, can I borrow Ms. Y/L/N? Just for a minute.” She asked as you all walked by.
“Yeah, I’ll be right there.” You nodded to the group and waited till they were out of earshot before you said anything else.
“Hey.” She smiled softly. “What um- What’s going on?”
“Wait. I just.. Karen, I’m sorry.” You said honestly. “It wasn’t fair for me to just show up and expect you be go along with this out of nowhere.”
“No, it’s okay.” She reached for your hand. “It was just a lot to take in and now.. I shouldn’t have been so mean about it… And Foggy was asking about you.”
“Shit. What’d he say?”
“Just wondered where you were, why Matt didn’t bring you here.”
“Did you say anything?”
“Uh, yeah, actually. I blamed your boss.”
You couldn’t help but laugh and she smiled, despite the worry she felt.
“Y/N, what’s going on? It seems really bad and it’s only a matter of time before they start to put things together.” She said gently, the concern dancing in her words.
“Yeah, I know.. The detective, I don’t think she suspects me but there’s a few eyes on Matt right now and I don’t like it.” You spoke honestly.
“I just…” She sighed. “I don’t get it. You two were finally rebuilding your lives.”
“This is part of our lives.” You shrugged slightly. “As much as we thought we could just pack it up, it found a way to suck us back in. You didn’t always hold that against me.”
She sighed and dropped her eyes.
“Y’know, I’ve lost a lot of people with this life. I don’t wanna lose you too but… I can’t sit here and have this argument with you because I’m not going to change my mind.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Yes, it is.” You laughed slightly. “You don’t want us to do this anymore and that’s fine. I get it. I know it’s a lot to handle and it’s stressful and it’s not fair to assume you’d stay around through it all. But we have to do it. A lot of people are going to die if we don’t. Hell, people have already died because of this.”
“But it doesn’t make sense! How did you two even-“
“Look, Karen, I can’t sit here and apologize and explain every minuscule detail to you all night. Alright? I won’t apologize for doing what I feel I have to do. So if you’re pissed at me and him, fine. But you don’t get to threaten me with choosing our friendship or this.”
“I’m not trying to give you an ultimatum, alright?”
“Then why did you pull me aside? I know you can find out anything to need from everyone else here.”
Silence.
“Exactly… I have to go.” You patted her arm and hurried to meet with Matt and the rest of your team down the hall, despite Karen calling you back.
“Everything okay?” Jessica asked carefully after you slammed the door shut behind yourself.
You looked over for a second before sitting on the arm of Matt’s chair. You took a deep breath and found nothing came to the surface. You weren’t angry about your conversation with Karen. You weren’t worried. You weren’t happy. You were just… done. You were tired of hiding who you were and apologizing for it.
“We need to figure out how we get out of here.” You said instead of dwelling on that mildly worrying idea.
“Yeah, well, we’re only here because his ex-girlfriend almost killed every one of us.” Luke pressed and you ground your teeth. At least he said ex this time.
“Did she take Danny or did she kill Danny?” Jessica asked quietly.
“I don’t know.” Matt sighed and you put a hand on his shoulder. “But if what Stick said is true, and they didn’t leave his body behind, we have to believe they need him alive.”
“He is alive.” You nodded, eyes focusing on Matt’s hands in his lap as you opened up for his emotions. You learned Danny had a specific emotional signature early on and you chalked it up to his special hand. “He’s scared cause he’s alone, doesn’t know if we’re alive or of we’re trying to find him. Doesn’t know if Elektra’s gonna kill him…”
“Before you showed up, the old man was trynna slice him wide open.” Luke added. “And you can, what? Feel him?”
You nodded quietly with a small shrug while Matt talked.
“Stick must’ve known what the Hand was planning on doing with the Iron Fist.”
“You don’t think he would’ve told us? Or at least you.” You tried.
“I don’t know.” He sighed, partly in resignation and the other part in sadness. “But maybe he didn’t either.. Can you tell anything about the place?”
“The feeling is echoing, like it’s coming from somewhere deep and hollow so it’s ricocheting.”
“Midland Circle.”
“What did you come back with from the architect?” You looked to Jessica.
“He was planning to blow the building.” She answered quickly. “Collapsing it straight down into the hole. There were some blueprints in the piano.”
“So what are we gonna do about it?” Luke asked as he stood.
“Let’s just blow the building.” You shrugged. “They have all the explosives here. If someone can cause a scene, I can-“
“I just got out of jail!” Luke insisted. “They don’t even know who you two are!”
Matt jumped up and went to the door, seconds before someone knocked. Foggy was at the door and dragged Matt outside and while you were tempted to eavesdrop due to his urgency, you were pulled back to your conversation with Luke.
“If you don’t wanna blow the building, I can do it myself. Wouldn’t be the first time.” You offered and you were given looks of disbelief. “It was a vendetta thing.” You shrugged. “Here’s the plan. You guys can get in and find Danny. Once you’re all clear, I take it down. Any heat comes from it and it falls on her.” You made a vague gesture to where your mask would sit.
You saw Foggy push a bag into Matt’s hands so you moved over to the door and cracked it, just enough so you could be nosy while Jessica turned and talked to Luke.
“I don’t know why her stuff was in your apartment but I’m guessing you can get it to her.” Foggy said with a sigh.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I will.” Matt nodded as his hand felt around inside the bag.
“As long as you’re not cheating on Y/N with her.”
“Foggy, c’mon.”
“What? You gonna try and tell me that Y/N is her?”
“I- .. That’s not what I’m saying. And I promise, I’m not cheating on Y/N.”
“Good.” Foggy said with finality. “Because Y/N would probably beat the hell out of you for that and I’d let her.”
You smiled to yourself slightly and went back to your original conversation.
“None of that matters if we can’t get out of here.” Jessica complained.
“Yeah, no shit.” You scoffed. “My offer stands about blowing the building.”
“Y’know what, you little pyro.” She turned to you and you gave an innocent shrug. “You’re not blowing the building.”
“Well then you’re not gonna like the only other way this is gonna end.”
“You need to tell Foggy when this is over.” Matt said simply as he came back in, quickly flashing the inside of a bag where both of your suits were shoved inside. “He said that either this is you or I’m sleeping with her.”
“Both are true.” You nodded. “We get out of this alive, I’ll tell him everything.”
“Look, back to what’s actually important.” Jessica emphasized and you rolled your eyes slightly.
“Whatever we have to tell these cops, we need to get to Midland Circle.” Luke finished.
“So how do we get out of here?” You asked and turned to glance around.
You paused and moved closer to the wall, trying to remember the shape of the building and the path you took to the room. You pressed your hand flat against it and knocked with the other, noticing it wasn’t a dense sound.
“Matt. Bring me the bag.” You gestured behind yourself until you felt the straps land in your hand. You rummaged through it until your fingers closed around your mask. Holding it to your eyes, you scanned the wall. “It’s not load-bearing and it leads straight out. We can get out this way.”
“You sure about this?” Jessica asked, suddenly at your side.
“No…” You turned to her with a shit-eating grin that she frowned at. “You got a better idea?”
After exchanging looks, Luke and Jessica knocked a hole in the wall. You four hurried through and headed towards the building, but the patrolling cop cars forced you to duck into the closest alley. Matt explained the APB and the thought that you and Matt were kidnapped. You almost laughed at the idea.
Jessica led your group down to the subway where you rode the last few blocks in general silence. She took a beer from a passed out homeless man and you ignored the pinging of a phone call in your implant. Instead, you leaned against Matt’s shoulder for the trip and just took the time to enjoy his company.
The back of your mind couldn’t ignore the question burning there. Would Matt choose Elektra over you?
You wanted to say no. You wanted to be sure that Matt was yours, that Elektra was the past. But something was still there. Something that was just enough to potentially pull him away from you.
When you reached Midland Circle, you and Matt ducked into the nearest alleyway to change. You were shrugging on your pack when Matt finally spoke.
“You’ve been quiet since we left the precinct.” He said simply.
“Not much to say.” You said softly as you kept your attention on piecing your accessories in their places. “You haven’t been very conversational either.”
“Y/N, I know you. I can tell something’s bothering you. You’re practically vibrating.”
“Yeah, something is bothering me a little.” You nodded, slipping your retractable back to the inside of your wrist and fitting your Bite over it. “But if I say anything about it, you’re going to tell me that there’s nothing to worry about. That what I keep thinking isn’t what’s actually going to happen.”
“So why worry in the first place?” He asked gently. You made a small noise of annoyance and clipped your belt around your waist. As you were reaching behind to check what knives were still in place, Matt’s hands wrapped around yours, stealing your attention. “C’mon, Sweetheart. Talk to me.”
You sighed slightly and he took a small step closer.
“You’re going to try and save her.” You said simply and his brows furrowed. “Normally you being the hero is a good thing but… You know I loved her, too. If I could go back to that night and trade my life for hers, I would.”
“Y/N..”
“But I can’t.. This isn’t Elektra anymore. The girl we knew would never have killed Stick, even if she was pissed, because of what he meant to you. She wouldn’t have put a sword to my chest with serious intent. She’s gone, Matt. We can’t save her. There’s nothing in her that I can use to change that.”
“That’s what you’re worried about?” He offered an apologetic smile and you groaned softly. “Y/N, you are my priority. Alright? I have to try and help Elektra because I know there’s some part of her still in there.”
You sighed in annoyance and pulled your hands away gently and checked your belt while he talked.
“But it’s not because I still love her.”
“But you do.” You said simply as you knelt to grab your mask out of the bag. You hung your arms over your upraised knee and looked up at him. “Don’t you?”
He knelt in front of you and put his hands on either side of your face.
“I love you, Y/N. I am in love with you.” He insisted, giving your face a gently shake to emphasize his words. “Nothing is gonna change that.”
“Just promise me…” You stopped to clear your throat and will away the tears. “Promise me you won’t die for her.”
He pulled you closer and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“I promise.”
You smiled softly as he took your mask out of hands. He slid the strap over your head and positioned the lenses over your eyes. He patted your cheek twice before grabbing his own helmet and standing. You climbed to your feet and shook out your arms, feeling the tension fall away.
You two met with Luke and Jessica, heading around the back entrance in the parking garage after she made a joking comment about your suits. Matt warned that you weren’t alone so you tapped your mask and watched the figures take shape. Madame Gao. Murakami. And a man you didn’t know.
At the base of the stairs, you broke off from the group. You crept behind the cars and pallets until you were at the side of your adversaries. There was a brief conversation between everyone and you made a face to yourself. You watched from your vantage point as everyone who had weapons readied them. You turned to glance at Matt, who offered you a knowing smirk and a slight nod.
You flicked the knife from your wrist and hopped over the closest pallet. You swung your feet and knocked into the side of Murakami’s head as the rest of the fight ensued. Your opponent steadied himself and glared at you, to which you couldn’t help but grin widely.
“Who are you?” He asked angrily.
“Месть.” You answered proudly. (Vengeance.)
He charged at you, swinging his weapon with a hard intent, but you dodged his attacks. You knocked his weapon to the side and pinned it against a car with your elbow. You spun toward him and slammed the back of your head against his nose, hearing an echoing crack, before you reached under your other arm to jam your knife between his ribs.
He cried out and shoved you away, which caused your blade to jerk and break through cartilage on its way out. As you turned to face him, the blunt end of his weapon slammed across your cheek. The impact threw you against a pallet and he grabbed you by the back of your neck. You reached up to lock your hands around his wrist before you used the pallet as footing and threw yourself into a flip, yanking him with you. You spun so you two could face each other before you swiped the extended blade again. He narrowly avoided it and slammed his knee up into your ribs so your hold on his wrist broke and an old injury began throbbing again.
You swung a fist that he caught so you tried the other hand. You were caught again and your hands were twisted outward. You winced slightly as he pulled further and you saw over his shoulder that your sound had caught Matt’s attention. You lifted one foot and kicked out hard at his chest to send him over to Matt. Your boyfriend caught him by his arms and threw him over his head and through a nearby sheet of glass. You came crashing through soon after and slammed your knee against Murakami’s temple, forcing him back to the ground while you were grabbed from behind.
As your hands came up around the arm at your neck, you saw the blade was still extended. You smirked and slammed your hand back, feeling the knife sink deeply into their shoulder. You yanked it back and jammed your elbow up against their nose before dropping and sweeping their legs. You turned to Murakami in time to see him coming at you with the sharp end of his weapon. You leaned away and caught his arm, flipping him over your back and into a pile of concrete. You reached back and pulled your staff, flicking out the blade as he got back to his feet.
He ran at you and swung his blade again but it clashed against your own. His movements were quick and precise as he backed you against the hood of a car again. You were bent backwards against the cold metal with his hand forcing your blade closer to your throat. He was quick to climb to the hood of the car, pinning his knee against your chest. You woke the Bite on your free hand and reached up with it to grab his shirt front, yanking him down so his face slammed the windshield as you fired a devastating shock from your weapon.
You slipped out from under him and went to slam the blade down through his spine but he narrowly spun out of the way. His movement led to your blade sinking into the hood instead. You planted your hand against the hood and slid over, landing in a crouch and lifting the blade at your wrist. He was quick to put a hand to the side of your head and slam it against the car, resulting in your ears ringing violently.
He yelled something to one of his partners before cutting a nearby tube, leading to a cloud of white smoke coming out. You threw your arms over your head when the smoke was ignited and it suddenly became fire. You stayed in your crouched position until Luke came to squeeze the pipe shut. You let out a small wince when you felt the harsh burns across the back of your hands and fingers.
“Baby?” Matt said in a panic as he found your crouched form, though when you peaked out from behind your arms, he was flooded with relief. “Hey. You okay?”
He gently moved your arms and helped you to your feet. You muttered some assurance and praise for Melvin’s work on your top as you tucked away the blade at your wrist and reached for the one buried in the hood. You rubbed the blood at the side of your head gingerly as you were stopped by the same detective that was looking for answers, only time she wasn’t trying to stop you.
You all hurried to the ground level of the building and stopped for a moment to figure things out. Matt explained how to get to the structure, but the girl who had been with Danny - you realized you hadn’t learned her name - stopped you all and showed the bag of explosives.
“Glad someone else gets it.” You nodded to yourself and knelt beside her to see the blueprints she was unfolding.
“Exodus.” She stared in amazement.
“Y/N.” You smiled.
“Colleen.”
“They’ll have us on obstruction of justice and domestic terrorism.” Jessica urged. “And your boss can’t get us off for that.” She said to you.
“The Hand is relentless.” You said simply, drawing the pain and heat from your fingers to heal the mild burns. “If we don’t get rid of all of them, they’ll just keep coming back. None of us will know peace again because they won’t stop until we’re dead.”
“There’s no guarantee that exploding this building ends their organization.” Jessica countered.
“We’re here to save lives, not take them.” Luke added.
“I came willing to do both. These people aren’t really alive anyway…” You shrugged and stood, moving to Matt. “You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet, Matthew.”
“The building’s empty.” He nodded and reached for your hand carefully, his fingers gently grazing over the new ghosts of scars. “There’s no one else here, just us and them.”
“You’re okay with this?” Claire turned on Matt. “Just because she is?” She gestured to you.
“Ouch.” You frowned.
“You know what I meant.”
“No, but..” Matt made a face. “She’s right. And the architect knew it. The only way to stop this, to save the city from whatever’s coming, is to bring this building down.”
“Then that settles it.” You said simply and glanced around the group. “Unless there’s any better ideas?”
You were met with silence.
“Then that’s exactly what we’re gonna do.” Matt confirmed.
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sk1nand-b0nes · 2 months
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"mememememeh you gotta watch all these other things before you can watch The Thing otherwise it won't make sense !!!!"
good thing im not wathcing it for continuity and I'm just watching it for the blorbo with the big wet brown eyes
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briefcasejuice · 2 years
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Charlie Cox as Matt Murdock and Krysten Ritter as Jessica Jones in Marvel's Defenders.
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bookoftheironfist · 1 year
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Sometimes I'm reminded about MCU Danny Rand in The Defenders.
Sometimes I'm reminded how Danny thought had lost his home, his culture, his people, his family-- how the nightmares he'd been having for fifteen years of watching his parents die were replaced by nightmares of K'un-Lun's destruction and his own crippling guilt and failure-- how Danny clung desperately to his identity as the Iron Fist and memories of home because they were all he had left-- and all his new "friends" did the entire time was tease him about it.
Sometimes I'm reminded how after enduring the trauma of being betrayed by nearly everyone in his life, Danny finally thought he'd found people he could trust-- a new family, even-- and then they turned on him too, and treated him like the unreasonable one, the bad guy, for being upset.
Sometimes I'm reminded how destroying the Hand was Danny and Colleen's mission, their purpose, their right, their redemption, the thing pushing them forward after they had both lost everything except each other-- and then that victory and closure was taken from them and diluted for the sake of the final fight being a big team-up, to the point that Danny and Colleen were only peripherally involved in the culmination of their own revenge quest.
There were many things I loved about The Defenders and I understand why certain decisions were made...but man, as an Iron Fist fan, it was rough.
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in s1e9 of the Punisher when Lewis beats up Curtis with his own leg is he hitting or kicking him
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Jessica Jones has graduated from the Wishlist and the Balance Poll!
Spotlight: https://playcontestofchampions.com/news/jessica-jones/… 
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I need everyone who defends natla's writing to raise their standards because the current entertainment industry takes advantage of your "anti criticism" mindset and gives us mediocre shit like this😭
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Why waste 3 seasons building up the parallels between your protagonist and antagonist, slowly showing how they’re very much alike and their destinies are connected, foreshadowing them eventually working together…when you can just say “I just realized Zuko and I have a lot on our shoulders” in your seventh episode.
Silly writers and their character development…THIS is how it’s done.
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MAD AT GOD - MATT MURDOCK
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season 2b - happening again
tags: @ironprincessstranger @dusstory @americaarse @johnmurphys-sass @astrobees @mayasaurus--rex // two // four // masterlist
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader
Word Count: 6,187
Summary: Coming face to face with the past isn’t easy. But when that past is supposed to be dead, vengeance seems inevitable.
The admission of your names seemed to settle most of the uncertainty among your group. Though maybe it would’ve been easier just to clear it away yourself. Matt was the only reason you didn’t, given he would’ve recognized it immediately.
You sat at the table beside Matt, next to the man you learned to be spoiled rich kid Danny Rand. The man with unbreakable skin was Luke Cage. And of course, Jessica.
You peaked down the hallway, wondering if Stick was still out there. You knew if things were going wrong outside, the cranky old man wouldn’t hesitate to get you or Matt to help so that gave you some odd sense of comfort.
Danny was pestering Matt about his abilities while you leaned back in your chair, calling on that old wave of sadness to create a ball of blue sparks in your hand. And as you drew from it, it seemed to get stronger and stronger. Almost as if it was getting closer.
“I don’t.” Danny said suddenly, making you raise your eyebrows and lift your head. “You’re blind.”
“Yeah, well, sight is overrated.” Matt answered and you snorted a laugh.
“Okay, but what about her?” He gestured to you and you smirked slightly, seeing the blue sparks shine brighter out the corner of your eye. “What’s her deal? Are you two together?”
“Yeah.” You grinned at the opportunity. “And you’re just heartbroken over that, I bet.” You flicked your fingers and watched the sparks flutter and land across Danny’s eyes.
He sniffled slightly as his eyes began to water, his face dropping and lip quivering as he cried gently.
“Now you’re angry.” You waved a hand and saw a red streak trail behind your fingers and land against his chest.
His expression quickly matched the emotion you sent as the tears faded and a snarl crossed his lips that almost made you laugh. You felt an elbow in your ribs and you turned to see Matt giving you a stern expression.
You flicked your wrist again to clear any influence you had and crossed both arms over your chest.
“I’m a really strong empath, pretty much.” You shrugged. “Plus highly trained and blah blah blah.”
“What did you do to him?” Luke asked quickly.
“Told you I’m resourceful. Unbreakable skin won’t help you against me.”
You reached across the table for one of the dumplings before Matt smacked your hand away. He moved your hand to the other plate and mouthed ‘Those were shrimp’. You nodded slightly in realization and picked one up from the new plate.
“Woah.” Danny said with wide eyes after having wiped any stray tears away. “I thought you had to be touching someone for that to work!”
“Clearly, I don’t.” You made a vague gesture. “Can we move on now?”
“But how did you get your powers?” Danny urged. “Did you earn them? Or was it some freak accident?”
“Я собираюсь ударить его по лицу, если он задаст еще один вопрос.” You mumbled to yourself which made Matt chuckle, even though he probably didn’t know all of what you said. “Neither. Moving on.” You said instead. (I’m going to kick him in the face if he asks one more question.)
“She’s right. We need to come up with some kind of plan here.” Luke agreed and you offered a thankful look.
“The only plan is how do we get these people off our backs?” Jessica added. “Ideally in a way that doesn’t incriminate us.”
“What do you mean, incriminate us?” Danny cut in.
“None of us are on police payroll. What we did back there was trespassing, aggravated assault, and vigilante bullshit.”
“No, I can get us off the hook for that if anything happens.” You offered. “If that gets brought up, Danny Rand hired the security company I work for. I was asked to bring in some freelancers. Rich Boy writes a check and my boss signs some papers. We’re all covered.”
“You really wanna get your job involved?” Matt’s brows furrowed.
“Russo won’t ask too many questions. I know he has a past too so leverage would be easy to find if I need it.”
“There is a cop I think we trust. I say we bring her in.” Luke offered.
“You’d only be putting her in danger.” Matt countered.
“Look, you saw what happened when we tried it the legal way.” Danny tried. “I even put on a tie!”
“I promise you cannot fight these people, no matter what your hand can do.”
“It’s chi.”
“What I’m saying is going at them head on, that’ll get you killed.”
You reached under the table and found Matt’s hand when you were hit with that memory of Elektra.
“Only if we do it alone.” Danny insisted.
“We weren’t alone when we went against them the first time.” You said, suddenly finding the tablecloth very interesting to look at. “It was me, Matt, and another really good fighter… We didn’t all make it out and I guarantee the three of us were better than this group. What makes you guys any different?”
“These people took everything from me. I’m gonna take them down, one way or another.”
“Oh, you think that wanting revenge will carry you through this?” You scoffed. “That’s amateur. It’s going to get you killed.”
“No, it won’t.”
“Yes it will!” You laughed and leaned forward, feeling Matt grab your upper arm. “It will overwhelm you and you won’t be able to think straight because you’re gonna want to ‘take them down’ but they will tear right through your pathetic little ass.”
You cleared your throat and sat back, having realized your accent was slipping in. You glanced around and noticed no one seemed to have caught it seeing that the group began arguing about whether or not they should do it. Other than Matt of course. The hand that was on your arm slid back down to your hand and gave a gentle squeeze.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Matt sighed. “Did you know he was here?”
“Who?”
“Did he follow you here?”
“You think I wouldn’t know if I was being tailed?” You rolled your eyes. “Who’s here?”
The back door opening answered your question. You all jumped up quickly, you zipping up your top quickly and letting your hand hover at the cuff of the sleeve hiding your knife. You were relieved that it was only Stick and there was no urgency in his appearance.
“Stick.” Matt announced in annoyance.
“Matty.” He nodded. “Y/N.”
“Is something wrong?” You tried.
“Other than this shitty excuse of a hideout, no. Not yet.”
“What do you mean, yet?”
“How’d you find us?” Matt asked loudly, clearly unimpressed by his old mentor’s company.
Stick pulled Danny’s phone from his jacket and smashed it before starting a small rant about personal ties being used as leverage. After a quick and tense argument between Matt and Stick, Jessica stormed out and Luke followed. Stick took some jabs at Matt and you had to nip that in the bud before one of them took it too far.
“Stop it.” You said firmly and watched the words float through the air as a white haze that wanted to clear the brewing anger between the two. “Matt’s life is his life and he can live it how he wants.”
Luke came back in and you all sat around the table, minus Jessica, and listened as Stick gave you a history lesson in the Hand. You didn’t really care about the history of the organization, how long it had been around, what it had its hands in, or any of it. All you needed were names.
Trading lives wouldn’t bring Elektra back, you understood that, but putting a bullet in whoever pulled Nobu’s strings would sure let you sleep a whole lot better. Maybe even dull that strange feeling you couldn’t seem to escape.
You caught the name Alexandra, Stick saying she’s ran the Hand as long as they’ve existed. She would serve as your main target, the top of the Hand’s five fingers.
Madame Gao, and given your last run in with her, that didn’t surprise you. You were surprised to know she was back in town and had been under your radar for so long. But then again, your radar had either been distracted or inactive so you supposed it made sense.
Sowande, an African warlord that Luke had already encountered. Interesting, but not a priority.
Bakuto, but Danny confirmed he was already dead.
Murakami, the man who really pulled Nobu’s strings. He would be your second target. Or maybe it’d be more fun to go after him first.
“I want him.” You said simply, looking across the table at Stick. You ignored the looks from Luke and Danny, along with the slight accusation in Matt’s head turn. “Murakami. I want the first shot at him.”
“If he comes out of his little foxhole, you can have first and last as far as I care.”
“Wait. What did he do to you?” Danny cut in.
“It was Nobu, technically.” You answered carefully, watching your voice for your accent as your anger spiked and every inch of your skin warmed. “He killed someone I really cared about… She jumped in front of a blow that was intended for me.”
“I’m sorry,” Luke said honestly.
“I killed Nobu that night but… Now I want him. An eye for an eye.”
“You did what? And we’re supposed to trust you?”
“We can’t get hung up on that now.” Matt said, waving a hand to try and dismiss the topic. You were surprised to hear no opposition from him but you didn’t say anything about it. “Why are you even here, Stick? What are you expecting us to do about it?”
“Hang on. He’s given me more information in just a few minutes than anyone ever did at K’un-Lun.” Danny defended.
“That’s because he wants something. And because what he wants will put everyone we care about at risk.”
“Yeah, you’ve said that.”
“And I’ll keep saying it!”
“I’ve lost plenty in this war. Don’t talk to me like I’m some kid!”
“Then stop acting like one!” You cut in firmly, raising your brows as he stood suddenly.
“What did you just say?” He asked angrily.
“Calm down, Danny.” Luke sighed.
“You calm down, Luke!”
“Sit down or I will sit you down.” You said calmly, feeling the heat tingle up your spine and down your arms to your fingers.
“Go ahead and try it.”
You smiled excitedly and began to stand before Matt’s hands landed on both of your arms and pulled you to stand on his other side. You groaned and shook out your hands, feeling the heat leave your skin in small waves. You locked your fingers and hung them over the back of your neck.
“Yeah, alright.” You muttered. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?” Matt asked softly, putting a hand around your waist and standing close. You rested your hand on his shoulder in return.
“Mhmm… But I will probably punch him in the face before this is over.” You smiled slightly and he gave you a small chuckle. “You don’t get second chances with these people, Danny.”
“If you’re not careful, next thing you know, you’re dead. Or worse, you’re holding the people you care about and you get the…” You rubbed his shoulder slightly and you felt a brief cold sensation crawl up from your palm and dissipate across your shoulders. “You get the privilege of watching them die.”
“I know this fight is important. I know the city is at stake.” You offered genuinely. “But before you keep trying to rally up a team, think about something. Would you be able to live with yourself knowing that your involvement only made it worse?”
The air around everyone became stagnant with the heavy indecision. You ran your free hand over your face and took Matt away from the group. You could feel a tension rising in him, a mix of grief and annoyance and anger and something close to fear. As discreetly as you could, you called most of those emotions to yourself and felt it tighten your chest. You cleared your throat to cover the groan as the sensation grew to be uncomfortable.
“If you want to, we can walk away… We can go home.. Wait and see if this fight even comes to us.” You offered genuinely. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this just because I’m willing to.”
“I don’t know what to do.” He answered gently, turning to you with a truly heartbroken expression. “At Midland Circle… Y/N, I swear…”
“What happened, Matty?”
“It was her.. The woman in Cambodia. The one who killed Jessica’s client.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m glad you two aren’t alone anymore.” Stick offered from behind you. “Your little back and forth games were exhausting, even for me.”
“Don’t act like this is normal.” Matt answered tightly.
“Don’t act like I don’t know what’s really going on with you… You crossed paths with her, too?”
“Will one of you please tell me what’s going on?” You groaned.
“Elektra.” Stick said simply and you felt your entire body run cold.
“Bullshit.” You scoffed and turned to Matt, who only offered an apologetic expression. “Really?”
“Yeah… She’s alive, Y/N.”
“It makes sense…” You spoke slowly, piecing together your own realization. “What I felt a few weeks ago, it was like it was meant for me to feel. I didn’t realize then but it was.. calling to me, almost. That must’ve been when they resurrected her.”
“She’s not alive. Not the way we knew her.” Stick countered. “She’s something else.”
“Something empty?” You asked as you remembered that small feeling you had earlier when you arrived.
“I couldn’t hear her heartbeat.” Matt confessed.
“Just like the other Hands soldiers… It all makes sense. It didn’t feel anything like her before and even now… I can feel something coming but it’s not the girl we knew.”
“That’s cause that girl ain’t there anymore.” Stick shook his head and you could’ve sworn there was some yearning his voice, the slightest wish for the girl he raised.
“Maybe we can help her.” Matt tried, bordering desperately.
“No, we can’t. When they brought her back, they made her forget.”
“No.. She- She hesitated. She had the chance but she didn’t kill me.”
“If I can find that recognition, some ghost of a feeling, I can change it. I can exploit it.” You offered and it was more for Matt than yourself. “I- I- I can bring out feelings connected to memories and maybe that will-“
“Don’t try to make sense of this.” Stick cut in firmly. “With or without either of you, when the time comes, whatever is living in the body of Elektra Natchios is gonna have to die.”
“You told me that you wanted me to fight so people didn’t have to die. If I can get to her-“
“What happened to the woman that he couldn’t stand because she killed the people she needed to? What happened to the woman that brought her enemies to their knees and made them beg for mercy?”
“Exodus.” You nodded slightly. “They’ll be expecting her.”
“Maybe not.” He gave a shrug.
“Someone’s outside.” Matt said quietly.
“Great.” You muttered “Я мог бы использовать кого-нибудь, чтобы ударить.” (I could use someone to hit.)
You snapped your fingers as you moved back to Luke and Danny. You had Danny get the rest of the staff out the back while Luke went to the window. You slid your mask up and tapped it on, taking only a second to appreciate the familiar blue tint of the high tech lenses as they started up.
You were hit from behind with a shock of strong confidence laced with a vague fear before you could get any visuals. You pushed your mask up and turned quickly, flicking your wrist so the knife slid to your palm.
“This wouldn’t be my first choice but I am a sucker for fortune cookies.” The woman said calmly. “Yknow, I thought it would be a good idea if we all just talked this over like adults.”
“What do you want?” Stick asked simply.
“You surprised me, Stick. You’ve become so resourceful in your old age.” She glanced over your group but her eyes landed on you. “You’re not the girl from before.”
“Нет, это не так. Но поверьте мне, вы бы предпочли иметь дело с ней, чем со мной. Удивительно, но она намного приятнее.” You answered as you gripped your blade tighter. (No, I’m not. But trust me, you’d rather deal with her than me. Surprisingly, she’s much nicer.)
“Я могу сказать, что ты сильный... Вы бы поверили мне, если бы я сказал вам, что у вас будет больше потенциала с нами?” (I can tell you’re powerful… Would you believe me if I told you that you would have more potential with us?)
“Все, что вам нужно, это еще одно оружие на случай, если ваше Черное небо выйдет из строя. Единственный способ привлечь меня на свою сторону - это если я умру..” (All you want is another weapon in case your Black Sky fails. The only way you get me on your side is if I’m dead.)
“She’s got spirit. I like her.” She pointed to you before turning back to the group. “Mr. Rand, I’m sorry your exit from our meeting was so abrupt.”
“You tried to kill us.” Danny answered angrily.
“Them, maybe, but certainly not you….”
The woman kept talking to Danny but you lost interest. You watched the van outside, keeping a grip on Matt’s sleeve. You knew this ‘civil conversation’ with who you could only assume was Alexandra wouldn’t last long. You knew you had a chance to kill her. You could pull your gun fast enough, a quick bullet to the head, maybe even burn the body so she couldn’t be resurrected, but you saw the figure coming before you could move against her.
You cursed mentally and yanked Matt away as she kicked the door in.
You felt your heart drop when you saw it really was Elektra. Your friend had been resurrected and now standing before you with the clear intent to kill you. You opened yourself completely for a quick moment, only to Elektra and found nothing was coming in return.
Her usual spark was gone, as if it was never there. There was no fear, no loneliness or anger or confusion. She was absolutely empty, a hollow shell of the woman you once knew. And it nearly broke your heart to discover that.
But maybe… Just maybe you could find some sort of emotion to latch onto. You just had to figure out what to say if you wanted to get your friend back.
But would getting your friend mean she would try to take Matt away from you again?
Before anyone could move, Matt pulled you a few steps back as a black SUV came crashing through the front of the building and knocking down Elektra. Following behind the SUV was Jessica and you were actually relieved she came back.
“Who missed me?” She asked with a cocky shrug and you rolled your eyes in amusement. “Nice goggles.”
“Said the one with a tacky scarf.” You answered as you saw Elektra get to her feet.
The fight broke out almost instantly. Luke and Jessica took on Elektra for the most part. It was easy enough for her to knock Danny around but before you could jump in, a man you could only assume was Murakami came crashing through the skylight.
Your hand grew hot around your blade and you charged at him. Your attack clearly took him by surprise because all he could do was lean away from your swinging blade. You dropped to your knee and slammed your knife down towards his foot, though he narrowly avoided it and kicked out at your chest instead.
You rolled through it and lifted your Bite, aiming a shot for his chest. It landed square in the center as Matt came to help you to your feet. Together, you two ran at him.
You used a fallen Danny Rand as a stepped off point and hooked your legs around his head. Throwing your body, you sent him right into a strong kick from Matt that laid him out. You yanked your blade out the ground and swiped it as he rolled away, resulting in you cutting open a long gash across his back before he ran off.
You considered chasing him but before you could make a move, Matt tackled you to the ground and shielded your body with his. He kept your head tucked down until the gunshots stopped. You did a quick assessment of you both, more relieved he was unscathed than yourself. Your small team circled up as the various soldiers drew closer.
“We work together, we get out of this alive.” Stick said calmly.
“And they won’t.” You replied quietly before flipping your blade over the back of your hand and driving it into the neck of the closest soldier.
Matt made a beeline for Elektra but before you could follow him, Stick grabbed your arm and turned you back to the fight. With a loud groan, you stayed put.
Stick kicked a sword into your hand without a word and you spun it once before acting.
You worked in long strokes, swipes and slashes rather than jabs. You sidestepped your temporary teammates and spun, rolling over them when they ducked or spinning around them.
“Where’s Matt?” Danny yelled.
“I’m on it! Gimme a second!” You answered as you were slammed to the ground. Looking up, you saw Murakami headed down the hall that Matt disappeared down.
You took the sword and drove it through the chest of the man pinning you down before shoving him off and hurrying after him. You ran and jammed your knee into his shoulders, making him slam his face against the door.
He spun on you quickly and scoffed when he saw it was you. You watched his expression falter as your anger rose and you knew it shone in your eyes by the way it began to tint your vision. You sparked the heat at your hands and moved in quickly, landing quick and hot purposeful combinations that kept him off balance.
You pinned him against the wall and grabbed at his face, your hot fingers digging into his skin as your thumbs threatened to gouge his eyes. He reared back and slammed his head against yours, making you stagger back slightly. You shook it off and landed a hard roundhouse kick to the side of his head that made him collapse.
It wouldn’t kill him but it’d buy you time. Making him suffer before you killed him would make his death a bit more gratifying, so that was the route you would take.
When you got outside, you found Matt and Elektra standing in silence.
“El.” You breathed and hurried across the distance as you yanked your mask down.
You felt just the smallest spark of recognition, of fear and loneliness. You hated to use that but you capitalized on it and made it stronger, hoping it would bring some sort of memories with it.
“I know you’re in there, please.” You said quietly but she only stared at you in silence. “You have to remember me.. You… You gave your life for me.”
“It was your fault I died?” She asked quietly, brows furrowing as something seemed to connect.
“What? I.. No, it wasn’t…” You shook your head, feeling a deep cold swelling in your chest and threatening to suffocate you.
Before you knew it, she was gone and Stick was leading your group into the sewers. You followed mindlessly as your head spun violently. You felt every inch of your body growing cold the more you thought about it to a point where you thought you would turn to ice.
It was your fault.
Elektra died, your friend died, because of you.
The sudden guilt made your whole body tingle and your hands shook. Matt noticed quickly and came to your side after a quick spat with Jessica, abandoning the previous conversation without hesitation. He stood close to put a hand in your hair and the other on your hip.
“Hey.. It wasn’t your fault.” He said softly before a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“She’s right… It was.” You answered in the same hushed tone, knowing if you spoke any louder your voice would break and you wouldn’t be able to get the words out. “I got her killed.”
“No. You didn’t, alright? You didn’t.”
“I did… I hesitated and it got her killed.”
“Oh, Y/N..” He sighed and pulled you in for a tight embrace. “I swear to you, it wasn’t your fault.”
You made a small squeak of protest and buried your face in the crook of his neck. You wrapped your arms around him and your fingers tightened around the material of his jacket. You closed your eyes tightly to keep back the tears and you felt your stomach twist with the newfound guilt. You felt it across your skin, like a slime creeping and crawling under your clothes but you had to swallow the thick lump in your throat.
You quietly followed your group to the van that Luke brought back, showing off Sowande tied up in the back. You felt that sadistic tendency creeping through your brain as you all headed to some building Danny suggested. You couldn’t manage to lift your eyes from the floor through the whole trip, feeling the weight of Elektra’s simple sentence in your head. Your hands shifted in and out of tight fists as you felt something ripple through your muscles. Something you didn’t like but could use.
Luke tied the captive to a chair, keeping him blindfolded and your group circled around him. They went back and forth as to how to get him to talk, if one of you could break him.
“This will drown you.” He spoke simply, as if he was in complete control.
“Do you know what that feels like?” You asked, moving to kneel in front of him as Matt stood behind him. “To drown?”
You were met with silence as his head tilted down to you.
“Drown in fear.” You mocked in your trademark accent as the yellow haze swirled between your fingers. “Drown in sorrow.” Blue danced between the fingers of your other hand.
He cleared his throat as you pushed both forward, watching the colors twist and swirl their way up his nose. He gasped and jerked in the chair as a sick smile crept across your face. You urged the sensations further, seeing a faint glow of blue and yellow settling at the base of his throat.
“What do you want with our city?” Matt asked.
“Maybe she should stop.” Luke tried and reached for your shoulder.
Stick stepped forward and stuck out his sword, stopping Luke from coming any closer.
“This place belongs to the Hand.” Sowande answered through strangled breaths. “It- It always- always has.”
“Always?” You tilted your head in interest.
“I traced it back to 1820 but it probably goes further.” Jessica answered.
“And Danny Rand? How does he fit?” You asked, withdrawing your pressure enough for him to take in a deep breath.
“Nothing you do can make me serve you. You understand?” Danny tried and you shook your head in annoyance.
“You’re the dumbest Iron Fist yet.”
You almost laughed as Danny leaned in closer. You cleared your influence and wiped your hands against your pants as you took a step around to be near Matt. The two continued a heated exchange before the prisoners started taking jabs at everyone.
“The same way the unbreakable one let that boy die in a jail cell, afraid and alone. The same way the woman couldn’t save the architect.” He paused with a proud smile as Jessica took a few steps away. “Have I gotten in your head the same way he did?”
She came charging back but Luke caught her.
“And her.” He jerked a head towards you. “She could not save anyone. Death follows her like a shadow. Tell me. What will become of your loved ones once you are gone?”
You bit back the instinct to say you had no loved ones. Instead, you pulled your knife and ran your hand over it, letting a deep heat settle across the blade. You leaned forward and yanked it across the side of his neck.
“If we’re lucky, that shadow will swallow you too.”
You tucked it away as he let out a sharp hiss before laughing.
“How many mice must drown with you? The nurse.. The woman on the radio.. The journalist.”
Your hand tightened into a fist until Matt’s hand found yours and you both knew he meant Karen.
You woke your Bite but Jessica beat you to it by knocking him unconscious. You were quick to pull Matt aside and you tried to relieve some of his stress.
“I can go get Karen if you get Foggy.” You offered. “I know he didn’t mention Foggy-“
“But that doesn’t mean they don’t know. Yeah, you’re right.” Matt nodded quickly. “Where would we take them? The Hand probably has eyes on our apartment.“
“Take them to the precinct in Harlem.” Luke called out, drawing your attention. “If you get there before we do, ask for Misty. Tell her you’re a friend.”
“You sure about this?”
“They’ll be safe there.”
You recognized you didn’t have many options so you nodded once before unzipping your top. You pulled your mask over your head and shoved it in your pocket before taking off your Bites and tucking them inside your sleeves. Once your alter ego was as civilian as it could look without leaving you totally defenseless, you hurried off to the Bulletin.
“Hey.” You said as you caught your breath, leaning in the doorway of her office.
“Uh.. Hi? It’s after midnight. What are you doing here?” She asked carefully.
“I.. Yeah, I wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t important.”
“Is that blood? Oh my god.” She gestured to your face and as you reached up, you felt the drying liquid splattered across your cheek. You cursed to yourself and rubbed your sleeve across your face in a hurry. “Is that the shirt I think it is? Y/N, what happened?”
“The Hand.” You said honestly as you came closer, wiping your hand on your top. “I’m sorry. Really, I am. I didn’t have any intention of getting involved but-“
“Is Matt involved?”
“Yeah… He is.”
“Jesus.” She sighed before she stood and came around from behind her desk. “I don’t believe this.. I thought you two were done with all of that.”
“Okay… I deserve that.”
“This is how you tell me that you’re doing it again? And Matt. Matt couldn’t be here with you to tell me? Cause that’s what you’re saying. That you two are going out as them.”
“I told Matt to get Foggy because I never told him.” You defended quickly. “Karen, I’m sorry! But it’s not like that! Exodus and Daredevil, they’re not back.” That was something you didn’t even believe fully. “They’re not going to be permanent pieces in our lives. It’s just-“
“Just this time? Hmm? Is that what you’re gonna say?” She mocked and you sighed.
“We don’t have time for this!” You said quickly.
“C’mon, Y/N. Just… Just talk to me. Please.”
“Fine. We are doing it again. Because if we don’t, people will die. Whatever the Hand is up to this time around, they’re going to decimate New York to get it done… I’m sorry but we have to.”
She nodded before crossing her arm.
“I don’t.. Whatever you and Matt, or Exodus and Daredevil are doing, I’m not a part of it anymore. I don’t need your protection.”
“Really?” You laughed slightly as your patience was running out. “You don’t have Frank to save you this time around. He’s gone and you’ll be in danger if you don’t come with me. It doesn’t matter if you’re part of that or not because they’re probably coming after Y/N and Matt’s world, too.”
“I’m sorry. Does that mean they know who you two are?”
“I don’t know.” You admitted. “But they know too much already.”
“That isn’t your call!” She insisted and it was clear she was close to tears.
“Karen, please, just come with me.” You begged. “I can’t have another friend die because of the Hand. Because I messed up. It’d just be a couple days, lay low. Please.”
She sighed heavily and gathered her things. You thanked her but she assured you it wasn’t for you. Regardless, you felt a huge relief that she agreed to go with you. As you were getting her to the precinct, Claire came up with Danny and his girlfriend.
You practically ran once you saw Karen enter the police building with Claire. You hurried to the apartment and rushed to the closet, nearly tripping trying to get out of your jeans to change into your suit. It wasn’t long after until Matt came in with the same idea. You fit the rest of your outfit together, ensured your belt was fully stocked, and clipped your pack across your chest. Once you were both dressed, he grabbed your hand and led you across town.
He led you to a building that you didn’t recognize, but it turned out to be where Jessica was picking up her friend with the radio show. Tapping your mask, you were able
to see Murakami going after her. Matt led you to the same floor and was able to throw his baton to knock the knife out of his hand.
You came from the other side, flipping over Trish Walker and slamming your feet into Murakami’s side. The action threw him off Jessica and allowed Matt to move in. You helped Jessica to her feet and she nodded that she was okay, allowing you both to reenter the fight.
You drew your own staff and slid between the open space as he aimed a high kick at Matt’s head. You hooked your staff behind his leg and pulled as you rolled to your knees, just able to see him slam his back against the floor. You flicked the blade out and moved forward, slashing it with quick precision that avoided your partners. You tossed your staff up to switch hands, catching it easily and swinging it at his head.
When the weapon felt odd in your hand, you looked down to see you had caught Matt’s instead and he had yours, even retracted the blade. You chuckled slightly as you two tossed them again to reclaim your rightful equipment as Jessica threw him over a railing.
“Scarf looked better.” Jessica teased and you grinned. “Nice ears.”
“They’re horns.” Matt answered and a small chuckle escaped you. “Are you laughing?” He turned to you.
“A little, yeah.” You admitted with a smile as you slid your staff back into its pack. “Don’t worry. You’re still very intimidating.”
Matt scoffed with a small smile before nodding for you to follow. You moved to Jessica and her friend, who was staring at you and Matt in awe.
“Holy shit.” She breathed as it finally seemed to sink in. At least she wasn’t hurt. “Jessica, you’re friends with the two most badass vigilantes in New York!”
“Who? Goggles and Devil Boy?” She gestured to you and you frowned, flipping her off once she looked. “They’re not.. the worst people I’ve ever met.”
“Wow. Was that something not mean?” You teased as you all headed out.
Matt chuckled but nudged you slightly.
“I’m serious! I’m shocked! I didn’t know Jessica was able to do that!”
“I’m going to punch you in the mouth.” She warned, though you could tell there was amusement there.
“Shut up, you know you like me.” You grinned as she glanced over her shoulder, giving you a half smile and a scoff in response.
You all made sure Trish got into the precinct before heading back to where you all left Stick and Sowande.
“Hey.. You made sure Foggy got there, right?” You asked Matt.
“Yeah, yeah, of course.” He nodded. “And you got Karen?”
“Mhmm.. Did you tell him anything?”
“Not much, no. You tell Karen?”
“Just the basics.” You shrugged. “She’s definitely not happy.”
“Yeah, kinda glad you went instead of me.” He admitted. “Figured you’d be able to smooth it over with her better than me.”
“Cause you can’t talk to people.” You joked and shook your head as you all got back inside the building.
“No, cause she’s more likely to forgive you than me.”
“So dramatic.” You sighed. “She still loves you, y’know. And she was pretty pissed at me anyway. ”
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MATT MURDOCK looks so hot in red light The Defenders
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