Clinging onto the metal bars high up, observed you, your targets. You watched at least ten men walk around the warehouse. Wooden crates were scattered around. One of the men in suits, pointed at one the crates. A slimmer man revealed a crowbar, breaking the wooden panel. Intrigued, leaned you a bit forwards to get a better look. The man was grinning, taking out a weapon. So that was what they were shipping. Of course these were Kingpin’s men. Sudden grunts caught your attention as they came from somewhere in the back. You gasped seeing an injured man being crashed against one of the crates. Kingpin’s men started shouting, drawing their guns.
It didn’t take any seconds for the warehouse to be noisy with gunshots. A dark figure came in sight, moving stealthy. From the way he was moving, knew you he was interfering. – “Oh, no you don’t!” – said you to yourself, getting up to your feet. You clamped onto the first metal bars, setting your foot on the third one. You helped yourself up, setting your two feet on top. Beneath you was the other vigilante having his way. Blocking gunshots and kicking kingpin’s men. You set yourself off, doing a backflip. Landing on your one knee, struck you a pose, cause why not. Some of Kingpin’s men shouted, pointing firmly at you.
You got up with not a scratch. Shots were fired at you, making you avoid them by staying low to the ground. Getting back up, stood you before the guy. You had taken a hold of his weapon, pointing it firmly up. He tried to work his way through your force with no help. You winked at him before throwing a blow against his stomach. Your hands releasing a bit of energy. The guy flew across the room, crashing into the wall that left a large crack from where his body hit. – “Oops.” – said you innocently, holding his gun sloppy in your hand. You threw it away with a mischievous smile. Another henchman came running over to you as you firmly grabbed him by the throat.
You easily lifted him up from the ground, his feet dangling. The devil was caught off guard, suddenly a new sense overwhelming him. He moved his head a bit to the sounds, trying to listen in. He had clearly heard the blow against the wall. He inhaled sharply, hearing another heartbeat. Steady and calm. Clenching his jaw, knew the devil that he wasn’t alone anymore. Someone had shown up, trying to steal his work. Grunting agitated, grabbed he a guy by his throat, smacking him to the ground. It pissed him off that someone else was trying to play hero.
You ignored Hell’s kitchen’s devil, working your way through Kingpin’s men. Shots were fired as you did a few backflips, avoiding them. With no way of seeing where you were going, straightened you your back again, bumping into someone. – “Sorry!” – you called out, peeking over your shoulder at the red leather fabric of a suit. You only heard a clearly annoyed sigh, followed by him grabbing a hold of your shoulders. You shrieked it out, getting thrown over his shoulder, falling onto the ground. – “Stay down!” – breathed he at you, his chest moving heavily with his deep breathing. You shuddered in pain, rolling over to your side. Damn the devil had some moves.
The devil turned himself around as you swung your leg over the floor at him. It hit his ankle, sending him falling flat forwards. He pushed himself up with a deep groan. Touché thought you. He was clearly agitated now as he was ready to teach you a lesson or two, was it not for the few remaining men of Kingpin that required his attention. They were making an escape for it with some crates. You saw him turn his head to the direction of the sounds, without actually looking it. It was more like his ear needed to see then his eyes. He spurted away, going after them as you slowly pulled yourself up. Brushing some dust of your sleeves, allowed you him to take down the last men.
You saw it coming but let him have his go on it. He pushed you with his elbow against the wall. You chuckled in pain from the impact. – “Who are you?” – called he out, pushing his arm deeper onto your throat. You weren’t letting him intimidate you. – “Who’s asking.” – replied you, moving your lips closer to his. He could feel your breath on his lips, making him shudder away. – “What are you doing here?” – asked he then. – “Same as you.” – answered you calmly. He didn’t answer back, just looked at you. observed you. He moved his head a bit to the side, so that his ear was closer to you. You swallowed a bit, finding the silence a bit tense.
He suddenly smiled, turning his head towards you again. He let go of you, turning his back on you. – “Hell’s kitchen has no place for you!” – stated he, making very clear to you that he worked alone. You removed yourself from the wall, creeping up on him. – “I wouldn’t mind dancing…” – started you, coming to stand behind him. Very close that your chest was almost touching his. Moving your hand up, wanted you to let it slide down his shoulder. – “with the devil.” – finished you in his ear, your hand hovering over his shoulder to go towards his chest. With a quick grip had he his hand around your wrist. It startled you a bit, catching you off guard. He spun himself around, a dark grin on his lips. He took a step closer to you, his face inches away from your head.
You breathed out slowly, feeling his breath on your jawline. – “Believe me…” – whispered he to you. – “You couldn’t handle a night with the devil.” – your entire body shuddered from the tension he was releasing on you. It made him smirk, your heart pounding like a maniac. Before you knew it had he reached one of the broken windows. He sat on the frame, looking over his shoulder to you. – “Stay out of it!” – called he out to you, disappearing into the night. You puffed loud, crossing your arms. – “Who does he think he is?” – called you out loud, speaking to yourself and some unconscious men. – “As if he is the only one with a vendetta against Kingpin.” – scoffed you out. Hearing sirens in the distance, took you, your leave as well. Disappearing into the night. For it would not be your last night. No one was going to stop you, not even a devil who had such dare.
***
With heavy rain in your face, were you running stealthily over the rooftops. A guy who moved like a freaking ninja in pursuit. You jumped over a metallic pipe, slowing your tempo a bit down. The guy in pursuit, almost flew over it, making you gasp loud. You ran up to the end of the rooftop, being surprised by a fall to death. You gripped onto the edge, looking down at the deep alleyway below. Of course there was the fire-escape hanging on the side of the building, but it was too low for you to reach. You quickly turned around, standing face to face with one of Kingpin’s trusty men. He pointed his knife at you, luring you out. You took a few steps closer to him, readying yourself to fight him. You motioned for him to approach you as you were ready to take him on.
Just as he was about to run over, was he suddenly gone. The devil standing in his place, grunting loud. You saw Kingpin’s man rolling over the rooftop, being hit by the devil himself. – “I told you to stay out of it!” – called he out, pointing at you as his face was still facing Kingpin’s man on the ground. – “And I decided to ignore that stupid ass decision.” – replied you, hearing him chuckle. – “I’m not going to ask you again! Back off!” – yelled he out, this time turning his head towards you. – “We’ll see about that.” – said you, running up to him. You kicked him in the stomach, releasing a blow of energy on him. The devil got throw almost across the rooftop, smacking against the other edge.
You tilted your head a bit to the side, focusing your attention on kingpin’s men. – “We weren’t finished yet.” – said you, cracking your knuckles. You readied your fist, feeling the energy flow through your veins, building up in one spot. Your hand started to glow in a shade of white. You screamed it out when you received a blow against your cheek. You stumbled down, seeing the devil hover over you. – “What are you?” – asked he of you, clearly still trying to figure you out. You got up to your feet, calling it out as you lashed out to him. He easily blocked your punch, standing face to face with you.
Pulling yourself away, went you for another round. He easily blocked it as well. You threw in a kick, making him catch your leg before it could hit his body. You hadn’t been storing any energy in those limbs, so your punches weren’t as strong as before. He suddenly pushed you away from him just as kingpin’s man waved with his knife in the direction of both of you. His knife landed in the space between you, leaving the devil to grab his arm. With a punch of his elbow, released he his grip on the knife. You gritted your teeth, not finished with the devil, throwing a punch at him. He easily predicted what you were going to do, pulling the guy before him like a human shield.
You hit him in the stomach, sucking the air out of his lungs. The devil then tossed him aside, kicking you back. You stumbled backwards against the edge of the rooftop. – “You really want a go at this?” – asked he, motioning with his hand for you to come closer. Wiping your nose with the back of your hand, got you back up. – “I do!” – spitted you back, not wanting to give him the pleasure. He curled up a smile, readying himself. You did the same, walking in a circle with him. Almost like a dance. You clenched your hand, collecting your energy in your fist.
You noticed a slight change in the devil’s body language as if he sensed what you were doing. You called it out, going for him. The devil did the same, ready with his fist. The two of you were about to clash when Kingpin’s man made his debut again. You quickly staggered back, missing his knife by an inch. The devil kicked him in the face. The guy stumbled your way as you punched his other cheek, sending him wobbling back over to the devil. – “We make quite the team.” – breathed you out. You swore you could see a tiny smile on his lips. – “Don’t push it!” – replied he, kicking the guy in his sheen. He sunk to the ground, calling it out in pain.
The devil went after you again. He wanted to make it clear to you that he worked alone. Taking much pride in it. He grabbed you by the shirt, your back leaning over the edge. – “I’m not saying this again!” – called he out, pushing your back firmer on the edge. You took a hold of his wrist, wanting to be sure that he wouldn’t suddenly let go. If he did, you would simply tip over the edge into the darkness. – “I don’t need you!” – the tone in his voice firmly as he spoke every word out slow and with a deeper meaning. Your heart rate went up at the sudden sense of danger. You were hanging on the edge, your life in the hands of another. – “Do you understand!” – continued he.
In a split second fell you weightless. Your body being held by feathers, your scream caught in your throat. Your mouth was wide open as your hands clawed desperately in the air, no sounds coming out of it. The devil had widened his eyes, feeling that his hands were empty. He came leaning over the edge, listening to your heartbeat. It was racing up in high speed, making him clench his jaw. Kingpin’s man had punched him with the back of his knife between his shoulders, releasing his grip onto you. You managed to hold onto a bar of the fire escape, breaking your fall a bit. The sudden snap made you release your grip, landing on the lower platform of the fire escape, squealing in pain. The devil jumped over the edge, landing on the highest platform.
He then made his way stealthily down, constantly focused on your heartbeat. He made it to where you were, kneeling beside you. – “Are you hurt?” – asked he worriedly. You gave him a push against his chest, not knowing what kind of charade he was putting on. – “You dropped me!” – yelled you at him. – “I…I…I didn’t meant to.” – answered he. You seated yourself down, putting pressure on your back. – “Right! How am I supposed to believe you didn’t just wanted to paralyze me, so I was out of your way.” – groaned you out, inhaling sharply from the pain.
“I’m not that cruel.” – responded he. – “Playing with the big boys is harder than it looks, right.” – added he with a slight bit of mockery towards you. You punched him in the shoulder to act out on him. You tried to stand as he quickly came to your aid. – “I don’t need your help!” – bit you at him, throwing his hand off your arm. You took a hold of the stairs, groaning in pain as you tried to make your way down. Your movement got pulled to a stop by a hand around your arm. – “Look you can’t be walking the streets like that!” – pointed he out, making you exhale deep. You spun around to him, sighing loud for him to hear. – “Well what would you have me do then?”
A large panel got slide aside as it functioned as a door. He gave you a small nudge in your shoulder, telling you to enter. You stumbled forwards as he pulled the ‘door’ to a shut. – “Make yourself at home.” – said he, walking casually around you. – “Who are you?” – questioned you, looking upon the most normal apartment. – “What, you think I lived in a cave or something with knifes hanging on the walls.” – chuckled he out, making you roll your eyes. – “No.” – answered you, stepping deeper into his apartment. – “just… different.” – you swallowed, moving slowly, biting through the pain. – “Sit!” – demanded he off you, pointing at his sofa. You limped your way over to it, letting yourself fall into the comfy seat.
You exhaled relieved, feeling some pressure released from your spine. He returned to you with a pack of ice, handing it over to you. – “You really gonna keep the mask?” – asked you curious. He pressed his lips together, turning his back to you. You shrugged your shoulders, placing the pack of ice against your back. You immediately shuddered in both pleasure and pain. He made his way over to his table, hesitating to take his mask off. He exhaled deep, bringing his hand to the back of his head. With one pull, tore he his mask off his face. Exposed and feeling a bit weird, breathed he out deep. Placing his mask down, was he still doubtful if it was a right thing to do.
Without thinking much further, walked he back over to you. He seated himself down. You noticed him, gulping silently at his handsome face. You had expected a messed-up face, scratches, and scars all over the place. Instead were you staring at a handsome young man with a clean face. - “A face! Does the face has a name as well?” – called you out loud, seeing him crack a tiny smile. – “Mine is Y/n if you were wondering.” – said you as first, letting him off the hook a bit. – “Matt.” – answered he. – “How’s the pain.” – asked he, pointing at you without looking away from the wall he was facing. – “It’s… it’s alright…” – replied you with a slight narrow of your eyes.
There was definitely something off about him. – “Why are you doing this?” – continued he to ask. – “I mean playing vigilante.” – you moved a bit uncomfortable, clenching your jaw at a sting of pain. – “I…I…” – you exhaled deep, looking down at your own lap. – “Kingpin hurt someone close to me…family… I’m not letting him get away with it that easily.” – Clenching your hand, channeled you subconsciously energy at your hand. Matt sensed it again, inhaling sharply. – “What is up with that?” – you blinked surprised, looking at your own hand as if seeing it for the first time. – “Oh…” – breathed you out. – “I’m… I’m what you call a mutant. I can channel any kind of energy through my body, releasing it with a good blow or so.”
“What’s up with you.” – shot you right back, wanting to know his deal as well. Matt swallowed slowly. – “I’m blind.” – confessed he. You hummed baffled. You leaned a bit closer holding your hand out. You wanted to poke him in the cheek with your finger to see if he truly was what he said he was. Before your hand even reached his cheek, had he his grip around your wrist. Not even moving an inch with his head. He pushed your hand down, getting up. – “You can spend the night here, but then you leave, Y/n.” – you watched him go into another part of his apartment.
Exhaling deep, sunk you deeper down into his sofa. Before the morning light were you gone already. Matt slowly awoke from his alarm. He stretched out, remembering he had let you in yesterday. He got out of his bed, walking into the grand living space. He couldn’t hear another heartbeat, making it certain that you had left. He exhaled deep, feeling a bit disappointed that you had left already. Frowning at his own thoughts, laughed he loud. He should be glad you were gone, for the devil works alone.
***
You jumped into an alleyway, thinking you were there first, but Matt landed in the same alleyway as you at the same time. – “You’ve got to be…” – mumbled you out, seeing Matt turn his head in annoyance at your presence. – “I told you to stay the hell away!” – called he out. You walked over to him, pausing close to his ear. – “I don’t listen very well.” – whispered you at him, continuing to strut away. Matt inhaled sharply, coming after you. You were making your way over to the building when a grip around your ankle, made you fall flat forwards. Matt walked past you, shrugging his shoulders.
Clenching your jaw, pushed you, your fist against the ground. Getting up quickly, ran you around the corner. Matt stood in the doorway, waving at you as he closed the door before him. It made you groan out loud annoyed that he kept getting in your way. The door wouldn’t budge as he must have blocked it. Letting all the energy flow towards your hand, clenched you, your grip. Wanting to make an entrance, punched you the brick wall. Clapping your hands together, walked you in, stepping over the crumbled bricks. – “Honey I’m home!” – called you out loud, wanting Matt to hear you.
You stood a bit lost in the dark room, wondering if there was even a fight going on. It wasn’t until you heard clear punches being sold, that you smirked. You made your way quickly up the stairs, seeing Matt already busy in the fight. He punched a guy in the face, making him stumble on his feet. You grabbed the guy by his shoulder pulling him towards you. Handing him one of your own punches, fell he to the ground. Matt turned to you stunned, like a lion that had just been stolen his piece of meat by a hyena. He turned his head swiftly to the side, listening in as someone approached him. He diverted him, allowing him to crash into you. You fell to the ground with the man laying on top of you.
“Huh, I guess not fast enough.” – joked he out with a deep chuckle. You pushed the man off you, wanting to punch him as Matt pressed his foot on the man’s stomach. He swayed his finger from side to side at you, telling you no. You called it out in annoyance that he kept proving to be better then you. You got up, walking away, letting Matt have his way with him. Matt felt a bit disappointed that he couldn’t taunt you anymore. You dodged knives and punches with such swiftness it almost seemed graceful. Matt and you were both stubborn in your fights, constantly trying to proof to be better than the other one.
Almost out of breath, delivered you a final blow. You turned your head, widening your eyes at a sudden heavy weapon. – “F*ck.” – breathed you out, seeing the weapon point at you. It was like a rocket launcher, ready to fire. Matt sprinted up to you, tackling you just when the rocket was launched. You smacked to the ground, rolling over with Matt’s arms around you. The rocket hit the wall, blowing a huge piece of the building up. Matt was laying on top of you, holding his head down, his lips close to your jawline. Crumbled pieces of building fell on top of him, shielding you from it. A wave of dust made its debut as well, coating the both of you.
Matt coughed loud, lifting his head a bit up, his lips inches away from yours. He froze, hearing your heart beat loud and clear. It was speeding up as he couldn’t ignore his own heart racing up as well. – “You okay Y/n?” – asked he, his breath against your lips which felt so intimate. You slowly nodded, answering afterwards as Matt couldn’t see what you did. He pulled himself up, leaving you breathless. He held his hand out to you as you took it, letting him pull you up. The guy with the rocket launcher threw the weapon away as it only had one hit. Matt puffed his chest up, clenching his jaw. He made his way over in a very intimidating way.
You followed close by, wiping some dust off your face. Matt grabbed the guy by his shirt. He smacked him against the wall, dragging him along it. He then released his grip onto him, sending him rolling on the floor. He made his way over, kicking him in the stomach. It turned you a bit on at how brutal he was handling him. When blood was gushing out of his nose, called you him to a stop. He stopped, his blooded fist, hovering the guy’s face. He let go of him as you moved by his side. You stared at Matt, feeling a sudden urge wanting to kiss him. He must’ve felt the same as he grabbed you.
He moved his hand to your shoulder, moving your hair up as he tried to reach your cheek, kissing you firmly. Your body shuddered at his kiss that felt so violent on your lips. Pulling him closer to your body, kissed you him deeper. Matt moved his thumb up towards your nose, trying to feel more of your features. Both of you pulled away out of breath. You nudged him with your hip. – “Does this mean we’re a team Matt?” – questioned you with a smile. Matt shook his head with a silly smile on his lips. – “I’ll think about it.” – whispered he out, cupping your cheeks to kiss you again.
brb crying over the fact that foggy’s biggest concern/fear was losing matt, and not even wanting to practice law without him, because every future he can envision for himself has matt in it
Now that is true friendship! No matter what, they will always be there for each other!
Summary- (Y/N) Is a Matt Murdocks 14 year old daughter who is just entering high school and is really struggling. She doesn’t have a regular life having a blind father. He can’t help with homework, Can’t give her a have a ride to school, He can’t see how often her face falls when she lies to him. Of course she has her Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen but (Y/N) feels like to much of a burden until the one and only Frank Castle comes into her life and seems to be more of a father figure then Matt ever has.
[image: Matt and Foggy sitting concrete steps on Columbia’s campus at night, smiling and talking. There’s an avocado emoji at the bottom center of the image. Text on image: #mattfoggyweek march 17-23.]
Don’t forget! A very special MattFoggy event is coming your way March 17-23!
Beginning this Sunday, on St. Patrick’s Day, we’ll celebrate our favorite Avocados at Law with a week of themed days. All types of fanworks are encouraged - fic, art, graphics, vids, playlists, meta, and anything else you can think of! Works can focus on Matt x Foggy in the showverse, comics, or both.
Use the prompt list below as a guide, or create whatever your heart desires - let’s fill tumblr with all kinds of MattFoggy awesomeness! Be sure to use #mattfoggyweek in the first five tags to so everyone can see and reblog your posts.
Sunday (3/17) - Favorite Canon Scene or Favorite AU
Monday (3/18) - Foggy Nelson Appreciation / Favorite Foggy Moment
Tuesday (3/19) - Matt Murdock Appreciation / Favorite Matt Moment
Friday (3/22) - Past or Future (Childhood / College Era / Future Fic)
Saturday (3/23) - Free Choice
Bonus MattFoggy inspiration:
I don’t want to lose you • fist bump • best damn avocados • I’m feelin’ a little something • handsome wounded duck • heartbeats • Maverick and Goose • sounds like we’re getting married • you’re strong • a really, really good-looking guy • was anything ever real • I’m delicious • go be a hero • someone I really like listening to
If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask! My askbox (@significantowl) is open :) Thanks in advance for reblogging and spreading the word!
[image: Matt and Foggy sitting at a bar, smiling, toasting each other with beer glasses. There’s an avocado emoji at the bottom center of the image. Text on image: #mattfoggyweek march 17-23.]
Get ready! A very special MattFoggy event is coming your way March 17-23!
Beginning on St. Patrick’s Day, we’ll celebrate our favorite Avocados at Law with a week of themed days. All types of fanworks are encouraged - fic, art, graphics, vids, playlists, meta, and anything else you can think of! Works can focus on Matt x Foggy in the showverse, comics, or both.
Use the prompt list below as a guide, or create whatever your heart desires - let’s fill tumblr with all kinds of MattFoggy awesomeness! Be sure to use #mattfoggyweek in the first five tags to so everyone can see and reblog your posts.
Sunday (3/17) - Favorite Canon Scene or Favorite AU
Monday (3/18) - Foggy Nelson Appreciation / Favorite Foggy Moment
Tuesday (3/19) - Matt Murdock Appreciation / Favorite Matt Moment
Friday (3/22) - Past or Future (Childhood / College Era / Future Fic)
Saturday (3/23) - Free Choice
Bonus MattFoggy inspiration:
I don’t want to lose you • fist bump • best damn avocados • I’m feelin’ a little something • handsome wounded duck • heartbeats • Maverick and Goose • sounds like we’re getting married • you’re strong • a really, really good-looking guy • was anything ever real • I’m delicious • go be a hero • someone I really like listening to
If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask! My askbox (@significantowl) is open :) Thanks in advance for reblogging and spreading the word!
Summary -(Y/N) Is a Matt Murdocks 14 year old daughter who is just entering high school and is really struggling. She doesn’t have a regular life having a blind father. He can’t help with homework, Can’t give her a have a ride to school, He can’t see how often her face falls when she lies to him. Of course she has her Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen but (Y/N) feels like to much of a burden until the one and only Frank Castle comes into her life and seems to be more of a father figure then her own father.
“Only for emergencies” - Frank
You have kept this note with you for a long time. After everything that happened last year you weren’t sure if you would ever need it again. Everything has spiraled out of control now. You need some guidance. Your bag is packed and you are near The Punishers last location. You dial the number.
Ring… Ring… Ring… “Kid?” You smile at Franks voice. It almost brings tears to his eyes. “Hey Frank…” You say slowly. You felt like this wasn’t even happening. But the past 48 hours have been nothing but hell. So you hope to god that this is real. “What’s going on kid?” He asks concerned. You haven’t contacted him in a little over a year thanks to Matthew.
“Matthews dead and I need to leave Hells Kitchen…”
Summary - (Y/N) Is a Matt Murdocks 14 year old daughter who is just entering high school and is really struggling. She doesn’t have a regular life having a blind father. He can’t help with homework, Can’t give her a have a ride to school, He can’t see how often her face falls when she lies to him. Of course she has her Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen but (Y/N) feels like to much of a burden until the one and only Frank Castle comes into her life and seems to be more of a father figure then her own father.
You haven’t left your room in quite some time now. Most of the time you wait for your father to leave for work before doing anything. Occasionally he would come to check on you but it seemed like you were dead to the world.
Foggy would come visit and sit with you and read. That was something he use to do when you were younger. Karen would visit and give you updates on how Frank is doing and that he wonders about you. You would nod and respond to her more then anybody else. You are currently laying in bed ear buds in and eyes closed. You feel the vibrations of your door opening but don’t move. There is a comforting hand rubbing your back. You undo your ear buds and turn around. “Hey Auntie…” You mumble. “Hey Honey… It is time to get ready.” She says in a soft tone with a smile on her face. “Get ready for what?” You ask looking up at her. “We are going to go out and have a little girls day. I think it will be fun.” She says rubbing your shoulder. “I am not taking ‘No’ for an answer. You have been here for a long time and I know you are missing assignments for your online classes.” You let out a huff. “I have been working on them… Just when no one is around.” Karen smiles and nods. “You get a nice outfit and take a good shower and we will head out okay?” She asks and you nod. You get up and look in the mirror seeing your greasy hair and pajamas you haven’t changed out of since that night. Karen walks out to let you get ready. You put your phone on the charger then grab your clothes.
After a good thirty minute shower you come out dressed in a comfortable outfit. “You ready sweetie?” Karen asks and you nod holding your phone close to you. “So I was thinking we could go out for lunch and maybe catch a movie then head back to my apartment.” You give a small smile. “You can spend the night. I talked to Matt and he said it is okay. Only if you want to.” “I want to.” You say as you both exit the apartment. “You still have clothes from the last time you were over so don’t worry about it.” You link arms with Karen as you both travel to her car. Getting in the passenger seat you turn on the radio. “So where do you want to go first? Movie or Lunch?” You pause and say “How about lunch. I don’t really want to go to a movie… If that is okay with you.” You say looking out the window. “Of course honey we can watch a movie at my place.” Karen frowns slightly starting the car. "So where do you want to go for lunch?“ Karen asks and you shrug. Karen sighs and continues to drive. "Would you like to cook instead? We can go to the store and grab something.” She says and you just nod. Karen begins their journey to the store and continues to glance over at you. You can feel her stare and it was annoying but you wouldn’t tell her that. “So how have your online classes been hun?” She asks and you shrug and mumble a small “fine.” Karen pulls up to the grocery store and sighs. “Honey I want to help but I can’t if you won’t talk to me.” She says and you groan. “I don’t want to talk about it Karen. Please just drop it.” You say exiting the car and starting toward the store. Karen was shocked by your response. You have never been snappy with her so whatever happened between seeing you last and now must be very upsetting. She decides to drop the subject and get inside to find you.
Gathering food seemed to be a bit of a hassle since you didn’t have any appetite. You felt like you were in a daze for a long time and suddenly you were in the car again heading to Karen’s apartment. “I’m sorry…” You mumble and Karen looks over. “For what hon?” She asks and you sigh. “I snapped at you. I didn’t mean to it’s just everything is so stressful…” Karen nods. “There is no need to apologize. We all have those days.” Karen gives a small smile as she pulls up to her apartment building. “Come on. We have ice cream that can’t go to waste!” you nod and give a small smile getting out of the car. You help collect the groceries and make the journey up the stairs and to the apartment. Karen fumbles getting the door open and giggles. “Don’t judge me. My hands are full.” You smile some more as the door opens and you both stumble inside. You walk into the small kitchen area and set the groceries down. “Now we have a whole lot of ingredients so what do you want to make?” Karen asks as you are unpacking the groceries. “Can we make (Y/F/F)?” You ask and Karen nods. “Of course! Lets get this party started!” She says throwing the grocery bags into the recycling bin. Karen looks at you as you shuffle your feet. “Honey?” She asks and you look up at her. “Yeah Auntie?” You respond. “You know you can talk to me right?” You nod and go up and hug her. “Everything is just so hard…” You say burying your head into her shoulder. “I know sweetie… Everything will be okay…” You shake your head. “It won’t! I feel like my dad isn’t my dad anymore.” Karen leads you over to her couch. “What do you mean?” She asks looking at you. “It’s like… It’s like I don’t know him anymore… I feel like a burden most of the time.” “Honey you are in no way a burden. You are an absolute angel!” Karen exclaims but you shake your head. “He tells me that as well. He tells me I’m not but he does things that make it seem like I am.” You clench your fists. “He isn’t how I remember him but I get that people change. It is just hard to adjust… All I feel is anger towards him and I hate feeling that way…” You sigh. Karen nods along with what you are saying. “How about we not think of your dad and just have fun.” You nod and stand up heading to the kitchen.
It is later in the evening as you both are watching TV snacking on sweets and other junk foods after dinner. You both are laughing at some weird show when there is a crash from the bedroom. “What was that?” You whisper and Karen looks at you. “I don’t know…” She whispers back. Another crash resonates from there and Karen quickly stands up dragging you with her. She takes you to the hallway closet next to the bathroom. “Stay here okay?” She says opening the door. “What no!” You whisper. “I want to stay wi-” Karen shoves you in before shutting the door. “Call Frank or Matt okay?” She whispers through the door before speeding to her purse in the kitchen. All you hear is her scream and some crashing sound before there was silence. You quickly dial the first number in your contacts which happened to be your fathers. You hold the phone to your ear silently praying that Karen is okay. When he answers you quickly say. “Someone broke into Karen’s place and I don’t know what to do!” You whisper. “What? (Y/N) are you ok-” “I’m fine and I am hiding. I’m just scared dad… I need you. P-Please come here and see if Karen is okay!” You whimper. “Okay (Y/N) stay calm I am right here. I need to get dressed and I will head right over. Stay on the phone okay?” You nod and say a quiet 'Okay’ “I am coming for you okay? I will be there soon just stay quiet.” You nod as tears make there way down your cheek. “Is she going to be ok-” “(Y/N) I know you are scared okay? I know but you need to be quiet. We don’t know if anyone can hear you. I love you so much okay? Just stay quiet I am right here.” He says you sniffle and try to keep your sobs as small as possible. “I see her apartment okay? I am entering now.” He says and you can hear footsteps walking across the apartment when suddenly the door open. You let out a shriek and cover yourself when suddenly you are embraced. “Hey, hey, shh it’s okay I’m here now…” Matt says petting your hair. You look up at him and see that he is in his Daredevil outfit. You feel slightly intimidated.
“Now tell me what happened.” Matt says and you nod trying your best to calm down. T-There was a huge crash in her room and then she told me to hide!“ You say moving from his embrace and look around. You see that there were definite signs of a struggle. "Is she here?! Where is she!” You cry and Matt comes up behind you. “The Hand took her… That is the only possible explanation.” He says tilting his head and listening to the surroundings. “Then we need to go after her!” “ 'We’ are not doing anything! You are staying here!” Matt says. “I-I can’t stay! They could come back here! I am safer with you.” You say firmly. “No you aren’t I need to go after them but you are right. They could come back.” He says and paces for a few seconds. “Okay so here is what you are going to do.” You nod and walk closer to him. “You are going to go home. Straight. Home. No detours.” “Bu-” “You are going to stay out of sight, take alleyways and stay away from large crowds.” “But da-” “No buts!” Matt shouts. “This is to keep you safe. I know it might be a long walk but you have to do this for me.” You sigh and nod. “When you get home you are going to lock yourself in your room and barricade the door. You will call me once that is done.” You nod “Dad… I’m scared…” Matt walks up to you and hugs you again. “Look at me…” He says and you look up at him. “I promise everything will be okay. I will come back to you. Now you need to go.” He says letting you go and you nod. You go toward the door but he grabs your wrist. “No take the fire escape. We don’t know if there are people waiting for you outside that door.” He says and you nod. “I love you dad…” You say walking up to the window. “I love you too Sweetpea…” He says as you exit.
You have never felt this much fear in your life. You try your best being as quiet as possible and trying not to attract any attention. When you see your apartment building in the distance you make a mad dash to the fire escape leading into the living room. You rush to the kitchen and grab a knife before going to your room and slamming the door closed. You push your dresser against the door before climbing underneath your bed. You take in a few deep breaths before calling your dad. The phone rings for a few seconds before you hear a voice. a mutter of someone saying “goddammit there are to many to count.” As you are listening you hear what sounds like your dad and Elektra. “Wait, wait .Wait for one second. One second. So, what if What if from now on, if if we make it wherever you run, I run with you?” You hear your dad say and your eyes widen. “You’re not serious. You have a daughter Matthew.” Elektra says with some mix of annoyance and shock in her tone. “I’ve never been more serious. This, Elektra, this is a part of me that I need and you’re the only one who gets it.” Your eyes begin to tear up. 'Why is he saying this?’ You ask yourself as he continues to say “ Without this, I’m not alive. I’m not. Not really and I know that now, thanks to you.” Suddenly your fears of abandonment resurface. He just said not to long ago that he would come back to you. You have always assumed that you would be his first choice. Your his daughter for Christ’s sake. You place a hand over your mouth to keep quiet as you listen. “I don’t know what we are together, and if we have any chance in the future I don’t… But I do know that I’m free with you. Like with no one else.” You can hear from his tone that he is being genuine and you don’t know what hurts more. That he has with-held this from you or that what you actually thought was a nightmare is coming true. You space for a moment as you drown in thought when you are brought back by the sound of Elektra’s voice. “Uh, I say let’s go to London. Yeah? Madrid. Tunisia. There are sexy places to hide. "Hey, I’ve never been further north than 116th Street, so…” Matt says with a light tone. A tone he hasn’t had in a long time it seems. “Because you love New York and you love your daughter. You are really willing to give her up for me?” Elektra asks and there is a pause on Matts side.
That pause tells you enough and you hang up before letting out a sob. The fact that he had to think about tells you that you are not much of a priority. You have never felt so much pain before. You were sure you were having a heart attack. You look at your phone and go to another contact on your phone. “F-Frank…” You sob into the phone when he answers. “Kid? Kid what’s wrong. You know this is only for emerganc-” “Frank!” You sob again as you try to form coherent words but fail miserably. “Hey, hey, hey… Calm down for a second… What’s wrong?” Frank says in the best calming voice he can muster. “I-I-” You cut yourself off with a sob. “Okay kid listen. I am going to be at the sandwich shop in 12 minutes you meet me there and we can talk okay?” He asks and you let out a croaky 'Okay’ and he hangs up. You crawl out of your bed slowly holding the knife to your chest. You toss it aside as you push your dresser out of the way of the door. You go back to the window with the fire escape and crawl out. It is well into the night as you look up at the starless sky. You try your best to keep to yourself hiding your tears from on lookers. You make your way to the Alley way and do the usual routine of getting on the industrial garbage can and climbing up the ladder. As you get to the top you see that Frank isn’t there yet and sit against the ledge in front of the stools that were already present. You bring your knees to your chest and hide your face in them. You don’t know how much time has passed but you hear someone climbing up the ladder. You just sigh. You don’t have the energy to fight. If you die now you wouldn’t care. Neither would your da- Matthew. You look up to see Frank crouching next to you. You lurch forward and latch onto him. Frank grunts at the impact. “Hey… What’s going on?” You begin to speak but he stops you and pulls away from you. He places your hand on his chest and says. “Take some deep breaths with me okay?” He asks as he does deep breathing. You follow suit letting out small sobs in between.
“Now tell me what is going on…” Frank says concerned as he sits fully on the ground. “H-He is going to leave me! He promised he wouldn’t but he is!” You say in a whimper. “Who?” Frank asks. “My dad… He was talking to that woman you mentioned.” You say sniffling. “What did he say?” He asks and you take in a deep breath. “He was talking about running away with her. About going to London and other sexy places to hide. ” You say looking down. “The only time I was mentioned was by that woman and he would dismiss it completely!” “He… He wouldn’t say that…” Frank says seemingly trying to convince himself. You can feel the anger radiating off of him. “I heard him… Karen got kidnapped and he was going to go after the people that did it.” You say standing up and Frank follows suit. “He said to call him once I get home and I did. He must have accidently answered or something because I heard all of it.” “I… I’m sorry kid…” Frank says in a solemn tone. “He lied to me. He said that I was the best thing that happened to him and he lied!” You exclaim. “Now th-” “Don’t you dare say that, that isn’t true! He hesitated!” Your voice rising with anger. “When she asked if he would leave me here for her he didn’t say shit! He paused and that was enough of an answer!” You shout as tears start going down your face again. “Go and fucking leave. I don’t care anymore!” You shout and lean over the ledge. “Go and die you fucking asshole! You hear me! Go be with your college hooker and go DIE!” You shout at the top of your lungs. Frank yanks you away from the ledge and hugs you. He cradles your head to his chest muffling your cries. Your knees buckle and Frank follows you to the ground. Footsteps can be heard behind you both and Frank looks toward it. You look up and see Matthew and another sob rips from your chest. “D-Don’t make me go with him please!” You say hiding your face in his chest. “Kid yo-” “No! NO! I am not going back! He doesn’t want me!” “(Y/N) That’s not tr-” “Yes it is! I heard you on the phone… I mean nothing to you. You made that clear…” You sniffle. “Please let’s just go home and I can explain!” Matthew pleads but you shake your head. Frank shields you from him before speaking. “Is what she’s saying true Red?” He asks and Matthew pauses. “I didn’t mean i-” “I didn’t ask if you didn’t mean it I asked if it is true…” Frank says rubbing your back with soothing circles. “I said some things… But I didn’t mean it! (Y/N) I would never abandon you I-” You scream at the top of your lungs silencing him. “I don’t care what you have to say any more!” You shout and follow with a quiet. “I don’t care… It doesn’t matter to me anymore…"Matthew walks up to the pair of you and crouches. "What can I do to make this better?” Matthew asks. You take a few deep breaths before saying. “Nothing… You can never make this better. ” You say and remove yourself from Frank. “You have to live with that. You can’t do anything to make this go away and I hope it’s as painful for you as it is for me.” You walk toward the ladder. “See you later Frank…” You say climbing down and walking into the night.
Summary-(Y/N) Is a Matt Murdocks 14 year old daughter who is just entering high school and is really struggling. She doesn’t have a regular life having a blind father. He can’t help with homework, Can’t give her a have a ride to school, He can’t see how often her face falls when she lies to him. Of course she has her Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen but (Y/N) feels like to much of a burden until the one and only Frank Castle comes into her life and seems to be more of a father figure then Matt ever has.
You decided to sneak out. You felt uncomfortable being in that apartment with the things you just witnessed. Now that you discovered that he -your father- has superhuman powers you wondered how far his hearing actually goes. What you also find surprising is that Frank could have killed your dad and you felt the urge to confront him about it but you weren’t sure if he knew his identity.
You make a right turn onto a familiar street of where the sandwich shop is situated. You turn into the neighboring alley and climb onto an industrial trash can before taking a leap and grabbing onto the ladder. the ladder falls and you begin to climb. As you reach the top of the building you see a figure on the far side looking out onto the street. You walk up to it and can now see Frank. He pulls up another stool that was left up there and places a sandwich on it. You pick up the sandwich and sit next to him. “How’d it go kid?” Frank asks taking a bite out of his own sandwich. “You knew I would come didn’t you…” You ask looking at the side of his face and he nods. “I just wanted to be sure.” He says looking up at the sky. “It didn’t go well…” Frank only grunts in response. “He was with some woman and they were practically naked on the couch.” Frank glances over at you and you continue. “I got upset because he has made no initiative to contact me.” You grip your sandwich tight. “And that bitch had the audacity to tell me to calm down.” Frank chuckles at your vulgar language. “He even sided with her and sent me to my room.” You unwrap your sandwich and take a bite. “He apologized after I told him how I felt. He came in there because he wanted to talk about my ‘attitude’ which I feel like I had a reason to feel that way.” Frank nods. “You do.” You nodded in response. “I still feel so alone though. My friends are gone… I feel like I only have you and Karen left… I feel expendable…” Frank sighs and wraps an arm around your shoulder. “No way in hell are you even close to expendable. Your dad is shit for making you feel that way.” You nod and sigh leaning your head on his shoulder.
“Get away from her Frank…” Your fathers voice seems to have lowered anger evident in his voice. You move to look at him and see him in his Dare Devil attire. Frank removes his comforting arm and looks at him. “What do you want Red?” He asks turning back to the ledge he was looking over. “I am not going to let you hurt her…” You decide to stay where you are and stay silent. “I don’t hurt innocent people Red you know that.” Frank says in annoyance. “(Y/N) go home.” Daredevil says and Frank smirks. “So your the shitbag father I take it.” A growl rumbles in Matts chest. “Frank I didn’t say that…” You mumble looking down picking at the wrapper of your sandwich. Your dad takes a few steps toward you when Frank steps in front of you. “Move out of the way Frank.” Matt growls. “No. You were out of line and she deserves some space.” Frank says. “Yeah but that space isn’t suppose to be around you! How do you know her?” Matt says stepping closer his head tilted to the side slightly. “We met outside the church and then I saved her that following night.” Matt pauses and Frank takes that as a sign to continue. “Where was the great Daredevil then? They would have killed her that night if it weren’t for me!” Frank says raising his voice. “And what would you have done if you were there huh? You would mosey them down to the police station and when they are let out in a couple of years they would do it again!” Frank says. “But here’s a question. Would you have saved her in time?” “You know I wou-” “Then where were you that night?” This question stops Matt. His head turns in the direction of your heart beat. You look back at him and sigh before standing up and walking over to the two of them. “I will be home soon okay? I just want to finish my sandwich with Frank…” Matts shoulders drop and he sighs. “Get home safe…” And then he was gone.
You and Frank are now sitting at the ledge again. “So your dads a vigilante huh?” You nod. “Yeah… He just told me but whatever.” You say taking another bite of your sandwich. “So why are you here? I thought you had to 'Take out the trash.’ ” Frank chuckles. “I can have a little break once in a while.” You nod again. “I don’t think we will ever be the same after this.” You say referring to your father. Frank sighs. “And maybe it won’t be… But you need to learn to adapt. You can’t look at your father through a child like lens anymore.” You look at him willing him to continue. “People change and you aren’t five anymore so the image you have of your dad isn’t as magical as it use to be.” Frank looks down at his watch and sighs before reaching for his ammo back pulling out a box of donuts. “Happy Birthday kid…” He says opening the box. The donuts are in the shape of the number '15’ and you smile hugging him. “Thank you Frank!” You look at your phone to see that it is just past midnight. He sets it on the ledge and you both begin to eat. You both decide to sit in a comfortable silence. After the fourth or fifth donut Frank speaks up. “I think it is best we get you home.” You tense up as he says this. “Do you think he hates me?” You ask and Frank shakes his head. “No he doesn’t. You saw how worried he was when you were with me. I can tell that he loves you. You just need to see it.” He says standing up closing the donut box and picking up his ammo bag slinging it over his shoulder. He pats you on the shoulder and you quickly stand up grabbing both your sandwich and the box of donuts and follow him down the ladder.
You find yourself back on your home street and look back at Frank. “Thank you Frank.” You say with a small smile and he sighs placing a hand on your head before dragging you into a hug. “You are going to be alright kid.” You nod pulling away. “See you around Frank!” You say walking down the road seeing Frank disappear as you enter your apartment building. When you enter your home you see your dad sitting on the couch. You set the donuts and your half eaten sandwich down and stand by the counter not knowing what to do. “(Y/N) can you come here for a second?” He asks and you walk up to him sitting in a chair adjacent from the couch. “You know I love you right?” He asks and you pause for a moment before answering. “Yes, I know dad.” You say. “I would like to talk to you about Frank.” He says and you tense up. “What about him?” You ask looking out the window to your left. “I think it is best if you don’t talk to him anymore.” “What why!” You exclaim. “Because he is dangerous and you could get hurt! You have to understand that I am trying to protect you!” Matt says trying to keep his cool. “He has been the only one there for me this entire time! He saved me and I owe my life to him!” You say standing up as your voice begins to raise. “And how can you possibly protect me! Those guys that tried to kill me weren’t after Dare Devil they were after Matt Murdock the Lawyer!” Matt “looks” up at you. “He was the only one who didn’t treat me like glass aside from Karen after that. He has let me vent! He has helped me with homework! He has given me very good advice!” You yell. “You haven’t been present at all and yeah there are some good times but that is if and only if you need to apologize for something!” You have tears welling in your eyes as you begin to pace. “I am trying my best (Y/N).” Matt says. “Sometimes your best isn’t good enough dad! You leave me here feeling neglected! Like I am some kind of chore for you to raise!” Tears start to fall over your cheeks. “I miss my old dad! Before you started your own practice! Before the nannies! And sure as hell before all the vigilante bullshit!” You let out a sob. “And I’m sorry for everything… I don’t mean to disrespect you but this is just how I feel.” Matt stands up and makes his way toward you. “I feel like my only support system is Karen and Frank and I don’t want one of them to disappear…” Matt brings you in for a hug and you latch yourself on to him. He kisses the top of your head. He doesn’t say anything as he leads you toward your room and tucking you into bed. You hold out your hand and he grabs it sitting in a chair that is next to your bed. He continues to hold it until you fall asleep.
“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a Monster.” - Nietzsche
Wrapped up bare breasted in sweaty, bloody sheets with their devilish despair.
Cinematic Parallels - Daredevil X Hannibal
1. In their full throttled devilish form
2. Sleepless Sleepyheads
3. Facepalms (Someone give them a hand so that these babies can facepalm their facepalm their facepalm their facepalm.)
4. Hot and bothered And Bloooody
5. Top of the morning for our eyes
(I have so many more parallels which will be posted in due time. Can hardly keep calm with these two absolutely brilliant avant garde top tier lovable characters.)
