Love On Fire

Earned It

The clock reads 3am as I finish preparing most of the side dishes and deserts for Christmas Eve tonight. Sirens and helicopters have been heard throughout the whole night, chasing Fisk and his story. But not once do I turn on the news, instead I burrow myself in cooking.

Small scratches are head at the door before it bursts open, a man in a red mask and suit hurled at the doorway.

"Matt?" I question his new suit and appearance.

He simply grunts before kicking his door closed, moaning as he walks towards the couch, out of breath.

I drop my wooden spoon on the counter top, rushing to his side, my anger subsiding for a moment.

"What happened...did you catch him?" I ask as my hands scramble over his body, unsure of how to even get him out of his suit to review his wounds.

"I got him...he's going to jail for a very long time." Matt whispers as he helps me take off his suit.

My eyes travel over it, the red armor definitely protecting him more than his black one.

My eyes land on his mask that still covers his slightly bleeding face. I wrap my fingers at the bottom, pulling it off to clean up his face.

"Good." I say simply, annoyance seeping back.

"Daeva..." He starts but I shush him as I get up and grab his first aid kit.

"Matt, I don't want to hear it right now. Let me just clean you up, we have a long day ahead of us today." I whisper as I empty the kit and pick up the gauze.

"Okay." He whispers mostly to himself, allowing me to disinfect his wounds, his body twitching slightly as the alcohol hits his cut open skin.

"You're gonna need a few stitches. Nothing major, Karen shouldn't question it tonight." I explain, getting the stitches out.

"It's Christmas Eve already?" He asks unsure of the time.

"Yeah." I say simply starting to work on closing his cuts.

"I'm sorry you had to be alone on Christmas Eve." He apologizes but I just shake my head.

"It's fine Matt, at this point I should have just expected this." I scoff, my statement shutting him up for the rest of the night.

The only thing head being his small intakes of breaths and me signaling being done.

Once done I put everything away before cleaning up the kitchen. Matt walks to his bedroom, sinking into his bed quietly.

About half an hour later his apartment is clean of supplies and ingredients. I sigh and make my way to his bedroom where he lays on his back with his hands resting on his sides, eyes closed.

I slowly slip off my shirt and pants, leaving me in my bra and underwear.

I lift the blanket and lay in bed slowly, trying not to wake him.

Matt moves onto his side with slight difficulty as he sucks in a breath of pain.

"Sorry for waking you." I speak meekly as I lay fully onto my side, staring at his figure in the dark. Small rays of moonlight hitting his jawline and sharp edges of his face.

"It's okay, was waiting for you anyway." He whispers as he stays quiet.

I hum in response, not knowing what to say to him.

"Goodnight, Eva." He says lowly, his finger tracing the outline of my arm slightly. His touch causing goosebumps to form onto my skin.

"Goodnight." I whisper, turning onto my other side, facing my back towards him as I close my eyes, feeling like an after thought, and quite used for assistance.