"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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48. take cover
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Everyone in the lab went home but I stayed behind. I needed to keep my mind busy or i will crash. Scanning, testing, writing and injecting was the routine I did for the past 5 hours. I heard the elevator door open but I didn't want to look behind me.
"I don't think Osborn is going to pay you for overtime if you keep staying past your time." Foggy comes up besides me. "You're working yourself too much Devon."
"If it keeps me off the urge of killing Fisk, then so be it." I rubbed my eyes.
"Im sorry i haven't checked up on you, I can't imagine what you're going through." He looks at my desk, all cluttered, a bag of clothes at the bottom and a pillow. "How long have you been here? Have you been sleeping here?"
"Ive been fine. I just need to keep this project moving along, we are behind and if I don't get this done in time i am going to be so disappointed in myself and Dr. Connors will move me down and strip me from this position-"
"Devon-" he tries to calm me down.
"I cant do that. I just to-"
"Stop! I didn't come to talk about work." He grabs me and snaps me out of it. My glasses slide off from my nose and i pushed them up. He stared at me. Didn't saying anything. My heart drops.
"What?" I stared back. "Its Matt?" I had a lump in my throat. I dropped some vials, glass smashing as they hit the ground. "Did they find a body?" I covered my mouth. Please don't tell me this.
"I promised I would never lie for Matt again. Not to you."
"No. You have to just..you need to tell me. Tell me now Franklin." I gripped onto his arms, breathing heavily. He just looked at me, he wasn't sad. I backed away from him, realizing. "Hes alive." I turned away from Foggy, trashing my desk, pushing everything off of it, screaming and crying. "Why? Why didn't he tell me?" I pointed at myself. "Why did he let us think he was dead!?" Foggy was seeing a new side of me.
"It wasn't Matt that I saw Devon. I mean not really. It was Matt. All five feet, ten inches of him, but...the way he spoke to me...something was missing." I scuffed.
"I mean if a building fell on me, of course I wouldn't be myself." I held my face in my hands.
"I don't think he's coming back," I leaned against the wall, nodding my head and crossing my arms.
