"Im not going to hurt you"
"You cant, even if you tried"
Matt Murdock x Devon Hobbs
Daredevil 1-3
The Defenders
Black Widow
Hawkeye
Published : 01.05.22
Ended :
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14. busy girl
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Wesley, Fisk and I walked in the abandoned warehouse where Fisk was talking Nobu about what happened last night at the docks. Nobu was furious about what happened. Acting like it was Fisk's fault.
"I understand your position. You need to understand mine!" Fisk yells as we stepped into the room. Nobu started talking in Japanese, i can understand bits and pieces. It was a hard language to learn. Wesley, per usual, translated back to Fisk.
"He questions the validity of your position." We head to the small table and I sat on top of it, watching Nobus every move.
"I say it is of piss and shit." Nobu speaks.
"Well im sorry you feel that way. Nevertheless, my point is valid."
"You made guarantees." Which were made. "The Black Sky is dead." The what now? To be honest, this wasn't even interesting, this had nothing to do with my father or the people who murdered him.
"You asked that the docks and your transit path be clear of police interference. Did you observe any police?" He looks down, saying no. "Of course no, because im a man of honor!"
"It will be difficult to locate another Black Sky. They are extremely rare." He looks at me. "I wanted her! Shes a widow, trained and skilled."
"Shes not going anywhere. She stays with me."
"Perhaps you shouldve told him the importance of this, black sky." I leaned back, talking. Wesley gives me a death look. "Before you know, lost it." Nobu glances at me, angry that i spoke. As if I was scared of him. He speaks again but to Fisk, not looking away from me.
"Hes asking if you'd like go renegotiate the terms of your relationship."
"Im... sorry if I offended you. My apologies." Nobu was mad, speaking to Fisk but Wesley stopping him. Nobu walks away from us, leaving. Wesley takes off his glasses and sighs after that heated argument.
"Want me to kill him?" I asked Fisk. "He needs to taught some manners."
"No." He straight up tells me. "Leave it alone."
"For the first time, I agree with Devon. If the Russians had spoken to you this way-"
