||Matt Murdock x Reader|| One shots||

I like the way you punch

A/N- From a request I got this morning lol. Hope you enjoy this <3

Word count: 1997

9:59 PM

That was the time. One more minute, and you where off from work and free to do whatever the hell you pleased without being constantly nagged to start a new project. Your day at Stark Industries had been slammed packed. One minute you where working on a new AI format for Jarvis. and the next you where helping with the engineering committee to create a electrical route with higher voltage. 

Sure having a high paying job was nice, and yes you did get great benefits (one of which was being able to work side by side with The Avengers), but it was a very stressful job. One that came with many demands and long hours. All you wanted to do was go home, and get some rest. 

And eat- Oh my fucking God where you hungry. 

After going the full day without anything but a cereal bar, you where on the verge of snapping at anyone who walked past you. Your stomach growled constantly, reminding you of the empty bottomless pit that lied within your body. 

10:00 PM - thank God

You quickly stood, just about throwing your laptop into your bag as you tossed your bag around your shoulder and grabbed your coat. Giving a quick wave to everyone on your floor, you headed out the large building and onto the streets of New York. 

The walk from Manhattan to Hell's Kitchen wasn't far, but still, you where exhausted and Matt would kill you if he knew you where walking home alone so late, especially with the recent jump in the crime rate in Hell's Kitchen. 

Your mind wandered as you sat on the Subway benches, waiting for Matt's street to be announced so you could get off and raid his fridge. 

Sure going back to your apartment would have been nice, but Matt was closer. You knew he would have a pleather of food in his fridge, along with some clothes you could snag for the night. Besides, Matt was always happy when you stayed the night, He claimed that your body helped him sleep better, which you took as a wonderful compliment considering the man was practically nocturnal. 

The walk to Matt's place didn't take long considering at this time of night, the streets began to die down with the crowds. Cats slept on fire escapes, children where far fast asleep, and people like you where getting ready for a calming rest of their nights. 

As you opened the door to Matt's place, you didn't hear the usual music playing from his speakers. Rather, you heard absolute silence throughout the entire place. 

"Matt?" You called out, kicking your shoes off as you waited for a response. You walked further into his apartment, the only sign of recent life being the coffee cup on the counter from this morning, and the braille news paper folded over on the kitchen table. He must not have been home yet. 

At first you considered going back home. Every time you had ever gone to Matt's place, he was always there to greet you. Part of you felt like you where invading his privacy by doing this, but after all, he told you that you where always welcome at his place at anytime. 

So instead, you decided to stay. 

Your first order of business was getting changed. You found a pair of Matt's sweatpants and one of his t-shirts, throwing them over your body as they hung like a sheet over your skin. Most girlfriends looked good in their boyfriends clothing, cute even. You on the other hand looked like Adam Sandler.