renegade - m.m

prolouge

Dorothea Leary walked calmly through the dark streets of hells kitchen, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement as she kept her head down, just trying to reach the closest bus stop. 

The woman had been visiting one of her "undercover operatives" in their small apartment to discuss any strange happenings in the overactive neighbourhood. Of course, being the awful chatter box she is, Dorothea wound up staying for tea long after business had been covered. It was always hard to resist a skrull's hospitality, they are always so much more of themselves in the comfort of their own homes and Dot has come to know that they're much more of conversationalists in private as well.

She had come to regret her prolonged visit now, something felt all too eerie about the quiet New York street, not to mention the bad vibe that hung in the air was once Hell's Kitchen hit nighttime. 

Unfortunately her suspicions couldn't be chalked up to complete superstition because she soon heard the sound of a woman yelling, screaming for her father as loud noises of a fight rang through the street.

Dorthy quickly sped up her walking pace while trying to keep her shoes' clicks to a minimum. She quickly hid behind a car and peeked out at the scene in front of her. Obviously she knew she could fight those guys, but something told her that someone had beat her to it. She assumed correctly because right before her eyes she saw blurs of men dressed in black beating the living daylights out of each other. 

Dot decided not to intervene, things only escalated when she got involved, thats why she didn't like to come down to Hell's Kitchen, too much risk of making a mountain into a molehill. 

Soon though, the man with a mask, who appeared to have the upper hand, had lost his rhythm. The two baddies were beating him against a car and Dorothea allowed a gasp to escape her lips, she had to help him. She'd give him a chance to get back up but she knew she couldn't leave the man to die at the hands of these goons. 

The man in the mask was now on the ground, breathing sporadically as the men above him discussed their next step. Dorthy heard them mention killing the defeated man and she began to step out from behind the car. If she was being honest with herself, she really did not have the energy to be a hero right now, but she also wasn't about to let a murder happen knowing damn well she could have stopped it.

As she stepped out into the middle of the road she watched the man reach for the pipe they had been beating him with and hand it to the men standing above him. Dorthy's eyes widened in horror as he sat up and waited to be killed. 

In a fit of adrenaline Dorothea lit up a pink glowing forcefield in her right hand, ready to do some serious damage to a couple baddies. Seeing the familiar glow of an all too well known super human, the men dropped the pipe and ran. The pipe clattered on the ground, echoing throughout the neighbourhood and the masked man fell to the ground once more, holding his head in his hands. 

Too enamoured in the terrifying scene she had just witnessed, Dorothea barely even registered the sound of a siren approaching behind her. It was the sight of the masked man turning towards her and then running into the darkness that alerted her of company. Smart enough to make herself disappear as well, Dorothea ran towards the alley way that served as a shortcut to her bus stop.

As she walked she couldn't shake the feeling of the masked man being  familiar. The way he fought, the way he stood, his voice as he begged the men to kill him. Something was there but her panicked brain couldn't decipher it.

It was only as she was sitting on her bus, staring out the window and seeing a bright red billboard flash in her eyes that it finally dawned on her, and a name flashed across her mind.

Daredevil.