Shook Hands With the Devil

Chapter 9 - Together

A/N: I just wanted to say a quick thank you for the support I've gotten with this story. I have never written fanfiction before, and I was really stepping out of my comfort zone. My passion for writing has been revived, so thank you for allowing me to share my stuff and igniting the flame.

This is technically the last chapter plot wise, but I will be adding an additional chapter that will have smut. Go easy on me, I've never written smut before.

Also spoilers for Hawkeye.

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You were discharged out of the hospital after three days of stay. Your rapid healing had returned, although not back to its regular speed, it was no longer dimmed out from the tools that the hulking man had used.

You had explained to Matt how your powers had disappeared momentarily, not allowing you to escape. You told him about the light prison and the big burly man in charge of it all.

Matt had a sinking suspicion that he knew who your attacker was. He thought Fisk was dead, shot by his own "daughter" in the dead of night. Guess that man was tougher than he looks. And a new problem for Daredevil and Umbra to take on.

When you were fully healed up, that was.

Matt wasn't letting you out of his reach until you were 100% healed.

Even now he stayed by your side by the hospital, bringing you peace as you lay there. He would tell you about the things that Foggy said, or how Karen had left flowers for you at your apartment. Lilies and lilacs, to be exact. Your favorite.

By the third day, he could tell that you were growing antsy, desperate to get up and leave the confinements of the hospital room. So when Matt told you that you were clear to go, you were ecstatic. You had never desired your shitty New York apartment this much until now.

Matt helped you get out of the bed, catching you as your knees buckled out from under you. He had brought you a change of clothes that Foggy had grabbed from your apartment (he had a spare key).

Allowing you the privacy to change, Matt stood awkwardly outside your room, not really knowing what to do with himself. That was until you opened the door again, grabbing his arm and saying, "let's get the hell out of here."

Matt chuckled as you led him down the hallway, and he felt your hand that was grabbing his forearm make its way down to his hand, intertwining your hand around his.

Matt was a grinning fool, and he felt truly happy.

Stepping out of the hospital, the automatic doors whirring behind you, you took a deep breath of the fresh air. Or as fresh as it could be, you were still in a big city.

Your moment of peace was disrupted by a car blaring its horn. Looking at the obnoxious driver, you saw the window roll down. "Of course it was Foggy," you muttered, and Matt laughed behind you.

You could get used to hearing that, you thought.

"Hey lovebirds, over here!" Foggy shouted out, and you shook your head laughing as you made your way to the car, still holding Matt's hand. Before you could open the door Matt stepped in front of you, grabbing the car door and holding it open for you. He even went as far as bowing towards you, one hand gesturing a sit motion.\

You placed a hand over your heart, playing into Matt's little display. "Oh, ever the gentleman," you said as you sat, scooching over to allow Matt to sit next to you.

"If you guys don't hurry the fuck up, I'm driving off without you," Foggy shouted from the front seat, and you laughed at that.

Matt snapped back as he got in, "Oh so you're just gonna drive off on the blind man then. What a saint."