Whumptober 2021

#7) Darkness Closing in- Daredevil

Prompt #6- My Spider Sense is tingling. Daredevil and Spider-Man team up

"I heard about a deal going down at the docks. Some of my bad guys are meeting with your bad guys, and figured why should only they get to team up? So Double D, you in?"

The words echoed over and over in Daredevil's head. Nothing else made sense- because he couldn't sense anything. Wheezing out a breath- he assumed since he couldn't hear it, but his chest hurt- Daredevil tried to move. He got no further than a couple inches before something held him back.

He still couldn't feel whatever it was that held him.

Many heart beats came from inside the warehouse (because of course the gangs would meet up in a warehouse). No one inside said much of anything but Daredevil picked up on the absurd amount of weapons stored within the building.

"Your intel was spot on."

He felt Spider-Man vibrate with excitement. "Then let's go get them."

"Spidey we can't just-" but the young hero had already swung down from their perch. 'This kid is going to be the death of me.' Never mind the Hand, the stress of reckless teenagers was more than enough to cause a heart attack.

So what happened after that? Daredevil's mind felt fuzzy, and not blood loss fuzzy. Those effects he knew well enough. 'Drugged. It has to be drugs.' That sent a shot of panic through Daredevil. His mask, was it still in place? It wouldn't take much for someone to figure out how to take it off, but he couldn't move his arms to feel it. He couldn't feel if it was still on him.

Bodies moved in a chaotic tangle. Some rushing toward himself and Spider-Man, others flying back from the force of the pair's attacks. Only a minute or so more and they would leave everyone for the police-

Spider-Man jerked upright. His heart rate accelerated in a way Daredevil had come to associate with the younger hero's 'spider sense'.

"Daredevil, MOVE!"

Daredevil's own senses picked up on something large and heavy flying toward them, but it was too late. An explosion wracked the building. Daredevil knew no more.

And now he had no idea where he was. 'This is just great.' Daredevil forced himself to breathe evenly. 'Focus on the facts.'  Beyond his aching chest, Daredevil didn't think anywhere else hurt- though whatever drugs had been pumped into his system might be hiding additional injuries. He couldn't move, though the lack of sensation kept him from knowing what exactly kept him immobile.

So he waited.

He hated waiting. He hated the suffocating darkness. He hated not knowing if Spider-Man made it out of the explosion. Daredevil's heart clenched, he couldn't lose another friend. His breathing became more labored.

Pressure bloomed on his chest. Daredevil started- or rather would have if his body were responding the way it should- at the first external stimulus in... however long it'd been. It did nothing to help the fear curling within his gut. Someone had him at their mercy. The pressure remained for a moment longer then disappeared. 'A hand.' Probably. That made the most sense. But whose hand? It didn't seem to have caused more pain, but whoever it was might just be trying to intimidate Daredevil.