Daredevil - Matt Murdock

22. Is he always that intense!

Foggy came back into the room to see you wide eyed and red faced and smirked. "Really Matt, in my own home! On my favourite couch!" Matt rolled his eyes.

"Foggy this is your only couch." he stood and straightened his belt buckle, you realised how equipped his was... literally.

"Exactly, so that's why it's my favourite one. How can you desecrate a man's couch" Matt laughed at that, he put an arm on Foggy's shoulder and hung his head slightly.

"I have to go, I won't be far, please keep everything locked" you could hear the switch in Matt's voice. The turn from Matthew Murdock to The Devil. His posture changed the swift and fluid movement of matt had been swapped out for a strong and wide stance.

The Devil moved across the room and opened the window before it stopped and leaned down to you. "Keep everything locked, be safe" you nodded, and The Devil could hear your heart beat quicken slightly, you always smelt so good.

"yes sir" you whispered. Your obedience was mouth watering, The Devil stood still for a little while longer watching you before he quickly turned and moved through the open window.

"Is he always that intense" your head snapped to Foggy, you'd almost forgotten he was in the room. You realised how silly you felt and laughed.

"Yeah he is, and he usually means it too" Foggy threw his hands in the air and huffed.

"He is so ridiculous, its like he thinks I sit here in my apartment, all doors open and lights on and just asks people if they want to come in." he moved towards the open window and yelled out into the night. "Of course I lock everything" at this you couldn't help but laugh. The fire escape rattled slightly and Foggy quickly brought his head in. He slammed the window closed and locked it, you were very confused until a huge black figure landed on the level outside Foggy's window.

You couldn't believe your luck they'd already found you, you reached for the lamp beside you and your breath caught in the back of your throat. The figured head rose slowly and you could just make out horns on the top of the figures head. Foggy's turned to you shocked but not afraid, he must've worked out it was Matt much faster then you.

"He is very fast" you both turned back to the closed window to see nothing, he was gone. You released your death grip on the lamp and could feel the air returning to you lungs. Foggy handed you a towel and you made your way to the bathroom, you showered and washed your hair. You scrubbed yourself clean. Maybe too clean, blood slowly rose to the surface of your arms and your skin burnt under the hot water. How does this happen to a person, how does everything get so confused.

You noticed what you were doing and stopped, you truly hadn't meant to be in the shower that long or to scrub yourself so harshly. You emerged from the bathroom with your hair still wet and you sat on the couch next to Foggy, he'd made tea and he was watching the current season of the bachelor. He was a very good comfort person.

Foggy was exceptionally good at sucking all of the negativity of a person out and filling that void with laughter and happy thoughts. You were sure he felt sad too sometimes but he was a comfort personality and a damn good one. You suddenly turned to him and smiled, he was very confused.

"Yes?" he stared at you with wide eyes.

"Thank you for taking me in and for the tea" you did your best to sound sincere but he still chuckled, had you offended him.

"It's very okay, not another word about it though, or I'll throw you out." He turned back to the TV and that was it. But, you couldn't thank him enough.

You both carried on like that for a while and you slowly faded into a deep sleep. You woke once and noticed Foggy had made his way to his room but you were happy on the couch so you stayed.

You woke a second time because of the cool breeze in the room. You pulled the blanket closer to yourself and as you opened your eyes you noticed the curtains blowing slightly from the window in the living room. You drifted back to sleep once again.

You were stirred from your sleep by Matt, he was finally home and he was lifting you from the couch. You could feel his leather gloved and gear that adorned his torso. He was still warm form jumping roof to roof. You opened your eyes and thought you saw green cargo pants but Matt always wore black.

Matt always wore black, and he never smelt like cologne he hates the stuff. Matt also would've woken you up before he moved you so he wouldn't scare you.

Your heart rate spiked and you opened your eyes completely and tried your best to remain calm but this was really happening. Your best course of action would be to do nothing right, play dead. Hope whoever this was thought you were still asleep. But if Matt was close he could still hear you right, so maybe you should scream. As you were thrown over the shoulder of the person holding you, and were slowly being taken down the fire escape you decided.

So you screamed for Matt, you screamed his name as loud as you could. The person holding you swung you from his shoulder and tried to hold you still as he jogged slightly down the stairs. "Shut up bitch" his gloved hand went over your mouth and you just kept screaming. You bit him and it startled him enough that he let you go. You ran down the staircase, shoeless and half dressed you made it to the street, your clothes soaked from the rain.

You felt the wind leave your lungs as a strong kick to the back sent you to the hard, wet floor. You could hear for a second longer than you could see. You could hear someone radioing someone else and a car screeching to a halt.

Then black.