Hell to Pay (Daredevil x fem!reader)

Chapter 16 - Girls Trip

You stand there for a moment, pondering whether to go after him or not. "Fuck it," you mumble under your breath, heading over towards your door. Until your phone starts buzzing.

You begrudgingly answer it, not even bothering to check the number, "Who is this?"

"That's not important," a voice you don't recognise responds, "What's more important though, is if this is Y/n L/n?"

"And why would that be important?" you answer back, getting a terrible gut feeling.

"Because if it is, I think you'll be really interested to hear who I've got with me. Say hi love," the voice replies sinisterly, before someone else speaks up.

"This is a trap Y/n, do not come for me. I'll be fine-" a much more familiar voice blurts out as fast as possible, before they're cut off. You can hear muffled screaming in the background. "That's enough out of her, don't you think?"

"Put her back on, right now," you demand, hearing a brief snicker down the line. "I don't think that's up to you. If you want your little gal pal to live, I suggest you follow the instructions I send you. Ta-ta," he utters, before hanging up.

How could someone capture her, she hasn't been on the radar in years, it doesn't make any sense. You rack your brain, but come up with nothing. She said it's a trap, and it almost certainly is. But you're going to have to take the risk.

There's a knock on your door, Matt. He must have heard all that. You look through the small peephole on your door to ensure it's actually him before opening it.

"What's going on?" he immediately asks, as you keep one hand on the door, not allowing him in. "It doesn't concern you, I'll handle it myself-"

"Like hell you will," he attempts to push the door open, but you hold it steadily in place. "This is my problem, Matt. I can't get you involved in this."

"I already am," he retorts, and you stride away from the door towards your wardrobe. "No you're not, you could get hurt."

You take out your gear bag, pulling your widow suit out of it and starting to get changed. "So could you, and you're a lot less likely to if you let me come with you-"

"I said no," you snap, before quickly recomposing yourself, "My suit is bulletproof, your cargo pants aren't. You'll get yourself killed, the worst I'll get is some bruises. Can you get my zipper?"

"Y/n-"

"You aren't coming, end of story," you say firmly, as he pulls the zipper up along your back, one hand on the side of your waist to steady you as he does. "Thanks."

"How long are you going to be gone?" he asks, and you turn back around. "I don't know, I don't know anything about this. But Yelena probably got a similar call, I won't be alone."

"If something happens to you, I'll never forgive myself," he says softly, and you give him a small smile before walking past him back to your wardrobe. "Don't worry, I've dealt with worse. Besides, I need someone to take care of Walter while I'm gone."

"Hire a dog-sitter then," he quips, as you toss another bag over your shoulders. He can probably sense what's in it, and you gather that he does from the expression on his face.

"If I need help, I'll call you. How about that?" you suggest, but it doesn't seem to console him in any way. "I swear to god though Matt, if I see you tracking me, I'll shoot you myself."

"I don't doubt it," he sighs, and you toss him the keys to your apartment. "His foods in-"

"Bottom right press, I got it," he responds, as you head back towards the door. "Wait."