Hell to Pay (Daredevil x fem!reader)

Chapter 11 - According to Plan?

"I don't know Matt," you utter unsurely, but not because of the danger like Matt thought. "I really wanted to finish this episode of RuPaul's Drag Race."

"There could be lives at stake here," Matt says, he's more desperate for help than you had initially thought.

"Well that always makes it more interesting, I'm in." You turn off the tv and glance at him again, he's even more attractive in a tuxedo than he is in a suit.

"Shit," you mumble as you rummage through your wardrobe. "What is it?" You'd forgotten he could hear you when you whisper, even though he's in the other room. "I don't know what to wear."

"I don't think I can help you there," he replies as you take out a dress that could be suitable. "I'm sure you'll look good no matter what you wear."

"Thanks, but no offense, I can't really take your word for it." You slip into the dress, which you were hoping to save for something else. Who are you kidding? You never go to events like this.

"When is this thing?" you ask as you spritz some perfume on. "Starts in a bit over an hour, and it's an hour long drive to Greenwich."

"First of all, why are we going to Connecticut? And second, you couldn't have given me a bit more notice?" you say exasperatedly, as you rush to get ready.

"The guy's rich, and I didn't even want to involve you in this," he responds, sounding stressed, as you come back into your living room. "I'll be fine, you act as if I didn't do this for a living. Wait-"

You run your fingers through his hair, fixing the stray strands, "There, perfect."

"Should we get going?" he clears his throat and you take a step back from him. "Yeah, sure."

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"What are you doing?" he questions, hearing a buzzing sound as you type on your phone. 

"Getting us on the guest list, you do realise we have to get in first, right?" you inform him, heading up the steps to the front door of the mansion. "And, done."

You take hold of Matt's arm, walking up to the security guard confidently. "Names?"

"Wow, really?" you scoff, looking him up and down spitefully, "Mr and Mrs McClane, I should have you fired for even asking."

He checks his list, and to little surprise, he lets you in. "McClane, where'd that come from?" Matt inquires, and you shrug, "I watched Die Hard yesterday."

"The deal itself won't be made in this room, so we need to find where-"

"On your three, there's two supposed 'guests' that have been standing there idly since we came in. They're on lookout."

"That was quick," Matt responds, as you lead him to the bar, "Like I said earlier, I literally did this for a living."

"Right," he nods as you sit down with him. "What can I get you?" the bartender asks. "I'll have a scotch, and my wife will have a martini. Thanks."

"You're having fun with this, aren't you?" you whisper to him and he smirks. "So what if I am?"

"I'd tell you to focus on the reason we're here, one of the big guns just arrived," you reply, noticing a man with heavy entourage come in the front door.

"Alright, I'm gonna-"

"The hell you are, that won't work," you cut him off, the bartender placing your drinks in front of you. "Oh, thanks."