Caring For The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen

Chapter 1

The Devil of Hell's Kitchen. DareDevil. The man in black. They all meant the same thing; the vigilante who fought to protect his city. The blind man who risked his life every single night, saving those who needed help. He is a hero. A hero that was 'unstoppable'. He could be stopped, but the man himself made sure that nothing would succeed in doing so. Nothing. No stab wounds, no gunshots, no poisonous swords, no collapsing buildings, well that time had him down for a while but he wanted to keep fighting. But the point still stands. He can't be stopped. He was taught to manage pain, have a high tolerance. Obviously he would still feel it but he knew how to handle it, to hide it. Or at least for the most part. Last night, he took on thirteen well equipped men in the rain. Thankfully, he didn't get severely injured. Nothing more than a few broken ribs, cuts, and soreness. Ok maybe that was a bit bad but he could handle it. He's done it before. After facing those guys, Matt fought a bit longer in the cold rain, stopping robberies and such. By the time he got home, his skin and suit was soaked. With little to no energy, he plopped down onto his bed, not even bothering to change out of the suit. His only concerns was getting the bedding wet and being further more sore. With much of regret, Matt woke up shivering like a leaf, his nose was runny yet stuffed, his skin and ears were incredibly sensitive, his body ached, his throat was burning, and an awful cough that was threatening to come out. Safe to say, he felt like shit. It was bad enough that he wanted to call out. But knowing his stubborness, he would never allow that. Not to mention, he didn't want to leave Foggy and Karen with the meetings. Plus, if Stick was to see him like this right now, he'd probably say, "Get up you sissy. You have a job to do. You're weak if this little baby cold is affecting you. Now move." As if that was his motivation, Matt forced himself to get up, though he immediately regretted his decision. A wave of nausea hit him. Ignoring the soreness, Matt rushed into the bathroom, crashing into things along the way, the noise shooting pain into his ears. He made it to the toilet, thankful that he didn't have to clean anything up. After a few rounds of bile and gagging, he cleaned himself up, trying to make himself look at least somewhat decent. The poor man tried his best. For the best, Matt decided not to eat, fearing that he would get nauseous on the way there. Putting on his round red glasses and grabbing his white cane, Matt left for the 'fun' journey. Definitely not fun. Not one bit. When he got outside, the noise got ten times worse and his senses went haywire. Just adding a pin to the haystack would send the man into a sensory overload. But he couldn't let that happen. Not in public. He needs to stay strong, to keep himself together. Being vulnerable wasn't a choice. As for what Stick had taught him. Again, if Stick was there, he would've hit the back of his legs with his cane while proceeding to yell in his ear to challenge him. The old man was rough but it served Matt well. Minus the trauma and abandonment. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Matt started to walk. But he didn't know where exactly he was going. He couldn't focus. Everything was too loud and he couldn't smell anything. Maybe he needed a bit of assistance. Taking out his phone, Matt pulled up maps, though it did take him a bit. Soon enough, he had the directions going, but the robotic voice was so loud. On the way there, Matt tried his very best not to run into anyone. Thanks to the white cane, it helped out a lot. There was multiple times where someone had to grab his arm, stopping him from walking into incoming traffic. Because of this, he was asked if he needed help walking to his destination, in which he declined each offer. He believed that he didn't need the assistance, that he was capable of taking care of himself. Now, he wasn't too far from the office. He just needed to survive a bit more longer, try not to walk into traffic and such. "Foggy. Foggy. Foggy. Foggy." His phone repeated, an incoming call from his best friend. Which could mean only one thing, he was probably late. Answering the phone, Matt hesitated in putting the device against his ear. "Matt? Where are you? We have a meeting in like two hours. Please don't tell me this has to do with your nightly activities." Matt could hear the slight hope in his friend's voice. Clearing his throat, he responded. "No no...I uh..nothing to do with that. I'll be there in maybe twenty minutes." Matt cursed to himself, his voice was rough and practically gone, not to mention, he sounded congested. There was no way he could present himself to a client. "Matt, are you feeling ok? You sound like shit. Do you need me to-" "No no no. I'm fine, Foggy. I feel fine." As if his body disagreed, he let out a cough. How convincing "You don't sound fine to me." He expected that response. "Really, Foggy, I'm fine. It's just allergies." Again, a worse timing event occured. "In 1000 feet, take a right." Silence. "Matt...was that GPS?" Foggy asked, unamused by this. "Yes...I just...my hearing is too sensitive and I can't smell anything, my nose is blocked. So my coordinations are a bit off right now." Matt explained. There was a sigh on the other end of the line, causing Matt to wince slightly. "Where are you?" "Foggy, don't worry about it. I'll be fine. This isn't my first rodeo with a cold." Matt mumbled. "Oh. A cold, huh? I thought it was 'just allergies'." Matt knew that Foggy did the quote gesture with his fingers. "Foggy-" "Matt. I'm giving you two options. One, you either let me cancel our meetings and close the office for today so that I can go and meet up with your sick ass and take care of you, or, two, You come here and suffer miserably Oh and by the way, the fans are broken, again. So it's your choice." Hm, lawyer was a good profession for Foggy. Matt huffed softly, "I'm by the bakery that's closest to the office. I can practically taste what's in that place." "Are you sure that your weird senses aren't picking it up from blocks away?" Sarcastic remark, got it. Matt chuckled softly, though it lead to a heavy coughing spell. "Jeez, Matt. Ok, I'm on my way. If you're not there, I'm going to hit you when I find you." "Right, Foggy. Thank you." A wide smile rested on his face as he hung up. He stayed put, waiting for his best friend. "Matt!" Matt winced at the shout, though he turned his head in the direction of the voice. Quick footsteps approached him.  "Dude, no offense but you look like shit." "None taken." Foggy held out his arm, allowing Matt to grab onto him. They turned around then started to walk. "Take a left then in 300 feet, take a left." Foggy started to laugh, "You forgot to turn off your GPS." He reached down and grabbed the other's phone, cancelling the navigation. "So, did you eat?" He asked. Matt shook his head, causing himself to get a bit dizzy. "No uh...didn't have time to eat." He lied. Foggy didn't question the excuse though he did drag the man to a nearby café. "Why are we in a café?" Matt asked. "What? Did you taste every particle of the coffees and breakfast goods?" Foggy mocked, chuckling. Matt laughed as well, "Something like that. But seriously, why are we here? Was this your idea of taking care of me? Even though you don't need to. I'm perfectly capable of-" "Do you want me to turn us around and head to the office? I brought you here so that we could get something in your stomach. Unless you want an expired bagel at work then we can head there." "No no, no expired bagels. This is just fine. I uh....I would just rather not have whatever I digest here to exit my body while we're walking." Matt explained. Foggy raised an eyebrow, "Is that the real reason why you didn't eat this morning?" The silence was enough too answer his question. "Fine, I'll get you something good and a coffee because I'm a great pal, then we'll eat at your place, deal?" There was a smirk on his face. Matt huffed out a laugh before holding out his hand, shaking Foggy's, "Deal." "Pleasure making business with you, Mr. Murdock." They both got something delicious to eat and three fresh hot coffees. Matt wondered why the man got three but didn't question it. At first, it was hard to decide who holds what since Matt was holding his cane and he had his other hand on Foggy's arm. Foggy managed to hold the stuff, figuring that it wouldn't be a good idea to let the sick man hold anything. And not letting him hold anything was indeed an amazing idea. The reason for that being Matt sneezing and coughing the whole way. At one point, Matt accidently bumped into someone as they crossed the street. The water that the man was holding spilt all over his shoes and a bit on his shirt. "What the fuck, man?!" The man glared at Matt. "I'm sorry." Matt mumbled, feeling guilty. "Watch where you're going, asshole." "I don't know if you've noticed but my friend can't exactly 'watch' where he's going. He said that he was sorry. It was an accident." The man just walked off, not saying anything back. Foggy huffed softly, pulling Matt away from the street. "What a dick..." "I'm sorry, Foggy. I should've been able to dodge him." Foggy just looked at Matt as if he was crazy. "Matt, you're sick. Your senses aren't working right so don't blame yourself, ok? Let's just get you home. You must feel horrible." Matt nodded in response. They soon arrived at Matt's apartment. "Matt! Hey, how are you feeling? Foggy told me that you were sick." Matt was surprised. "Karen?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Foggy handed Karen one of the coffees, "Yeah, I had my suspicions that you were actually sick. You know, since I know you so well. So, I called Karen while I was walking to the bakery." Foggy explained. Matt huffed softly, "She didn't need to come here. I was fine on my own from the beginning." Foggy furrowed his eyebrows, "Seriously? Dude, you could barely get around on your own. I had to help guide you home." Foggy argued. "Matt, it's ok to receive help from us. It wouldn't make you any less strong or vulnerable." Karen stated. What? Can she read minds now? "I don't want the help. This is unnecessary." "You want to know what's unnecessary, Matt?" "What?" "Guys-" Karen tried to interrupt, not wanting a fight to start. "You not saying anything to me or Karen. You hide everything. You even told me over the phone that this was allergies! You constantly lie to us. Why don't you trust us?" Foggy sounded frustrated and hurt. "Foggy...I'm trying my best. I was taught to not let my feelings get in the way of things, to not get close to others. Yet here I am with you both. I trust you guys more than anything. But I can't let something like this... I can't-" Matt's words were cut of by his own coughs, a ton of them. Foggy sighed softly, patting Matt's back. "You're lucky I love you. You're my best friend, Matt. Just go inside, change into something comfy and lay down. Here, eat this too. Karen and I will be right back. I'm going to get you medicine and Karen will get you some soup." After a bit of hesitation, Matt finally agreed. "Thank you! If you even try to leave while we're-" "I won't." Matt interrupted before walking inside of his apartment. Karen sighed before smiling at Foggy. "Well, let's get to it." They both headed to different stores, getting the things that they needed, then met back at Matt's apartment. Staying true to his word, Matt was laying down on the floor. "You know, Matt, when I said lay down, I meant lay down on something comfortable, not on the hard floor." Matt groaned, "The floor is cooler. I'm really hot." Foggy rolled his eyes before helping his friend up and onto the couch. His skin was hotter than before. "Jeez Matt..." "Ok, you give him medicine while I make the soup. Oh and take his temperature. If it's too high then we'll have to take him to the hospital." "No..no hospitals." Matt practically glared in Karen's direction. Foggy left to search Matt's bathroom for a thermometer, which he found eventually. He returned to Matt, sticking the device under his tongue. When it beeped, Foggy pulled it out, looking at the rather high digits. "What's his temp?" Karen asked from the kitchen. "103.6." Foggy informed, receiving a sigh from the woman. He went to the kitchen, standing beside her. "If it continues to rise then we'll have no other choice but to take him to you know where." She whispered, though she knew that Matt could probably hear her. To their surprise, he didn't make a comment on it. "The soup is almost done." She stated. Foggy nodded, "I'll go give Matt medicine while that finishes up." It took some effort to get the stubborn man to take the medicine. Which Foggy couldn't really blame him. The poor sick man could practically taste the medicine before it even went into his mouth. His senses were through the roof. The medicine must've tasted horrible. Karen soon came out with a bow of chicken noodle soup, placing it onto the table in front of Matt. "Be careful. It's hot." She warned before sitting down next to him. Matt shivered slightly, starting to feel cold again, causing Foggy to drape a warm blanket over his shoulders, earning a thanks. The three sat together, watching some shows and some funny videos on Foggy's phone as Matt ate. Of course Karen and Foggy took turns narrating what was happening on the small screen. Though Foggy would add a bit of extra things as to what was going on, making the two laugh. "Oh my god! The man, he- haha he just threw the kid into another dimension! Into the shadow realm-" He could barely form the sentences without laughing. "He threw her onto the couch. Plus, the girl was laughing." Karen interrupted. "Uh actually, she was screaming." "Screaming in joy." "Hey, I'm just making this a lot more interesting." The three laughed in union. Hours gone by, them just watching things, eating, letting Matt rest, and talking. People say that time flies by when you're having fun. Well now, Matt had just woken up from a pretty good nap. "Hey, Matty, how are you feeling?" Foggy asked as he retrieved the thermometer. "Uh a bit better than before." Matt answered honestly before opening his mouth, allowing the other to place the device under his tongue. "Hm..101.8. The fever's gone down but it's still high." "You know what thats means? Fever means no DareDevil." Matt immediately looked over in Karen's direction, "What? No, Karen. I have to go out. Crimes don't just stop because I'm sick. I'm not going to sit around and let people get hurt or even killed." Matt argued. "Matt, you could get hurt or killed! The police can handle the crimes. You can barely get yourself around the apartment. Your senses are still dysfunctional. You need the rest. And don't think that when we leave, you can just go on and risk your life because let me tell you that I'm not leaving until I know that you're staying here." Foggy crossed his arms over his chest and stood his ground. Matt huffed softly, "If I agree to not go out, you'll leave?" "Yes. Unless you want us to stay." Karen replied. "What? Karen, no! He'll just leave anyway!" Foggy shouted, sending pain to Matt's ears. Karen gave Foggy a look, a look that said, 'just go with it'. He sighed softly, letting Karen go on. "Foggy will stay here with you until he knows that you won't go out. And if he tells me that you tried to go out, I will take your suit and weapons away. Got it?" Matt nodded in response. Karen waved them a goodbye before rushing out of the building. And of course with her luck, she stumbled upon a mugging. There was a man holding a gun, aiming it at an old woman, who was protectively clinging onto her purse. "Hand it over, granny." "Hey! Leave her alone!" Karen shouted. Surely it was a very bad idea but she couldn't let this poor woman get hurt. "The fuck do you want? Mind your own damn business and walk away before you regret interrupting." He threatened. But knowing Karen, she wouldn't give up. "And so what if I don't? Hm? What are you going to do?" Karen knew that this was risky. Definitely risky. She gulped when the man turned around, walking towards her. The old woman rushed off, mouthing thank you. She took out her phone as she ran, most likely to call the police. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" The man waved his hand in her face, his gun aimed at her. "Give me your belongings since you want to be nosy and ruin my plans. Give them to me, now!" He demanded. "I...I don't have anything-" "Bullshit!" He pressed the barrel against her forehead. Fear overcame Karen. Her lips trembled and her eyes showed that fear, even though she tried her very best to not portray it. She just stared at the man, trying to look strong. Before the man could say another word, he was shot. Karen flinched violently, gasping and put a hand over her mouth. Her 'hero' came down and started beating the mugger. "F-Frank?" Karen asked, nothing more than a whisper, still in shock. Clearly he didn't hear her as he continued to slam his fist into the man's skull. "Frank! Stop! You're going to kill him!" She shouted, which worked. He abruptly stopped, turning to face her. "He was goin' to hurt ya. Guys like this they...they don't deserve mercy." Frank mumbled. "But that doesn't give you a right to kill him! The police will take care of him." She replied, causing Frank to chuckle, shaking his head. "Tch...you're startin' to sound like Red." He looked around, as if saying his nickname would summon him. "Ma-uh DareDevil...he's not out tonight." Karen informed, as if she read his mind. Frank immediately looked at her, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. Was that concern? Was the Punisher worried? "Why?" He asked, stepping closer to her. Karen cleared her throat, "He's sick. Foggy and I made sure that he wouldn't go out tonight." Frank nodded slowly. "Well thank you for helping me. Even though I had it under control. It's not my first rodeo with a gun pointed to my head. Haha...uh..I'm going to..." She pointed in the other direction, giggling softly. "Yeah...you go on ahead." Frank mumbled. "Don't kill him!" She shouted as she walked away, making Frank chuckle. "I won't, Red." He realized his mistake, shaking his head. Karen ended up getting a call from Foggy, who confirmed that Matt was asleep. So, he headed home to Marci. Karen headed home as well. Little did they know that Matt was pretending too be asleep. He had mastered the slow breathing and slight movements. Which worked perfectly. When Foggy left, Matt got out of bed, putting on his suit, then headed to the roof. Matt walked through the door, the wind hitting his skin, causing him to shiver more than he already was. "Where do you think you're goin', alter boy?" Matt jumped slightly before quickly turning around. How did he not detect a heartbeat? Maybe his senses were really messed up. "Frank? What are you doing here?" Matt asked, his voice still rough. He completely ignored the man's question. "A little birdie told me that you were sick." Frank answered. "Karen..." He should've figured. "Now answer my question. Where do you think you're goin'?" Matt could hear Frank walk closer, causing him to walk backwards. "Patrol. What else would I be doing?" "Restin'. You're not patrollin' while you're sick." Matt rolled his eyes, huffing softly though it turned into a cough. "That's not for you do decide, Frank. Why do you care anyway?" Frank walked closer. Was he going to try to fight him? Backing up a bit more, Matt ended up backing into the edge, causing him to fall over. Luckily, a hand was able to grab onto him before he could fall to his death. "Tch...You're kinda dumb if you think that I don't care, Red. Just get inside before you get yourself killed, eh?" Not waiting for an answer, Frank started to drag him back to the door. But Matt pulled away. "Why are you even here? Don't you have some vigilante stuff to do? You know, criminal stuff such as killing people? Even though I don't agree with your decisions..." Frank rolled his eyes. "I do what I do for a good reason, Red. Those people deserve it." He argued. "That didn't answer my first question." Matt replied, ignoring what Frank just said. The other huffed softly, "To stop you from makin' dumb decisions." Matt shook his head, "Sounds like Stick..." He mumbled, though it wasn't meant to be spoken out loud, only in his mind. "Stick?" Frank questioned, furrowing his eyebrows in curiosity. Matt walked back inside, not bothering to respond back. All that came out of his mouth was heavy coughs, which in fact, didn't sound good at all. Frank shook his head as he followed the shivering male. Matt plopped down onto the couch, groaning softly. He was starting to feel horrible again. "Hungry?" The thought of food made the lawyer's stomach twist, now feeling nauseous. "No thanks. Don't think it'll stay down." Frank gave a small nod before sitting down next to him. There was a bit of silence. "He taught me how to fight." Frank looked at Matt, raising an eyebrow. "Hm?" "Uh....Stick. He taught me how to use my 'weird' senses. Since I was ten. After my...after my dad died and I was sent to the church...the orphanage part. Everything was so loud and i couldn't sleep....but Stick he...he helped me in his own way. Though the lessons were rough, I learned. He told me that I had a gift, God's miracle. Well, he never said God's miracle but...that what it felt like. He taught me how to use my senses in fighting, how to work with it and to not be such a baby. Things were fine...I was learning quickly but...I got too close. Too close to him. So he abandoned me. He wanted a warrior to help him fight in his war. Not a son. I was naiive and weak. But now that I think about it, it makes sense. He once told me to not get close with anyone. When he found out about Foggy and Karen, he wasn't proud of me, he was disappointed. Saying that I was going to get them killed and that it would be my fault.....but look at us now. They're both safe." It was so much to take in. This Stick guy, all Frank wanted to do was deck him. Just knock him out. Who in the right mind would teach a ten year old to fight for something that was his problem? Not to mention, the man abandoned him because Matt didn't turn out how he wanted him to be. That just made his blood boil in rage. "Fucker's lucky that I haven't met him yet...." Frank mumbled. "Uh yeah about that....you wouldn't be able to anyway. He's uh...he's dead." Matt replied. "Good. Fucker deserved it." There was silence again. Not until Frank stood up. "Come on, Red. Let's get you to bed. You need the rest." He held out a hand. Matt wanted to take it and stand up but he just felt so weak and exhausted. Where did all of his energy go? Frank sighed softly, reaching over and lifting the man into his arms, receiving a surprised gasp. "Frank?" "Shhh. I'm takin' you to bed." Matt felt vulnerable and embarrassed. But he let the man carry him. Soon enough, he was gently placed onto a very comfortable and warm bed, immediately cuddling up under the silk bedding. Before Frank could walk away, Matt grabbed onto his wrist. "Stay?" Frank rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Sure. But only cause' you're sick." He took off his boots and hard equipment then joined the other, sighing in content when his body touched the amazing mattress. To his surprise, Matt cuddled up to him, placing his head onto the man's chest, listening to his calm heartbeat. Frank moved his hand to Matt's back, rubbing in a circular motion. As of the other hand, it went to Matt's hair, running his fingers through it, in which the other happily leaned into the touch. "Thank you, Frank." He sleepily mumbled, receiving a hum in response. After some time, the two fell asleep. Morning soon arrived, the two oversleeping. Normally, Matt was a light sleeper. So it was a shock when he didn't wake up from his alarm or an incoming call from Foggy. Or more like calls. About thirty minutes later, there was a knock at his bedroom door. "Matt? You in there? It's me, Foggy. Karen's here too." With no answer, Foggy decided to walk in. "Matt-oh....Oh! Wait-what?!" Karen walked in as well. She was a bit less shocked with seeing this, suspecting that Frank was up to something last night. She took out her phone then took a picture. "Why did you take a picture? Are you even going to question why Matt is literally sleeping with the Frank Castle? THE Punisher? The murderer?!" Foggy whisper shouted. "Blackmail. And I had my suspicions." She smirked. Foggy rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighing softly. "Let's just leave them alone. I'm sure that Frank will take care of Matt if he's still sick. We have a job to do." "Leave him alone? With Frank Castle?! Are you insane?" As he was talking, Karen dragged him out of the room, letting the two vigilantes sleep in. Though, the whole time, Frank was awake. He was just pretending to sleep. A smile formed as he placed a gentle kiss on the other's forehead before he actually went back to sleep.

(This was one long chapter XD Maybe I'll add a little bonus chapter. Just of Frank taking care of Matt, Foggy finding out about them, Karen being a supportive and teasing friend...maybe idk yet. T-T I hope you all enjoyed this story! Thank you so much for reading! ^^)