Marvel Imagines

Matt Murdock- Run

(Requested by @Marvel_Is_Perfection)

You tighten your grip on your purse strap and speed up when you hear heavy footsteps behind you.

You know better than to walk alone at night, but you had to stay late for work and missed your train home.

Just then, a hand was slammed against your mouth, preventing the scream lodged in your throat to be let free.

"Scream and I blow your head off," A man growls in your ear, his words barley understandable due to his thick Russian accent.

You're thrown onto the ground, landing on your back.

"Now what?" The mans accomplice asks.

The leader steps forward and grabs your forearm, lifting you up just to back-hand you across the face. "Now, we beat."

You cry out as a sharp blow is delivered to your ribs and gasp when you realize he's kicked you.

"You-you can't do this!" Your screams are muffled as the man shoves a cloth into your mouth.

You're picked up by the collar and dragged to the wall. The man pushes you against the grimy cement and shoves your head against the rough surface.

Tears spring to your eyes as he grabs you by the throat, cutting off your whimper as he punches you in the jaw.

He raises his hand to hit you, but freezes when he hears something smack against the pavement. He turns and tightens his hold on your neck.

Something black flashes across your dimming vision, and suddenly, you can breath again. You instantly spit out the cloth and rub at your neck softly.

"You need to leave before any more men come,"

Your head snaps up to see a figure in all black, his head tilted slightly.

"You need to leave now,"

Shakily, you crawl to your feet and stumble past the unconscious body's of the men.

"T-Thank you," You whisper, picking up your purse. When you're about to run, the man abruptly grabs you and pins you to the wall.

A bullet clips the ground where you had been standing just a second ago.

"Can you run?" The man asks.

You nod. "I think so,"

"Good. On my mark, run to that dumpster over there and hide behind it." He says, pointing directly the behind him.

"O-Okay,"

He pauses. "I'm not going to hurt you,"

"I didn't think you were," You replied.

He's silent for a second, before stepping aside. "Go!"

You instantly take off and make a bee-line for the dumpster. Somehow, the bullets fired at you don't even graze your skin. You dive behind the dumpster and grip your knees to your chest tightly.

Out of nowhere, a hand lightly touches your hair.

A scream emits from your throat as you kick your legs at the man.

"Whoa, it's me! It's me, I won't hurt you."

You curl back against the wall and look up. His mask is still covering half his face, but a friendly smile pulls at his lips.

"Who are you?" You mumble, your body beginning to tremble from the cold.

He crouches down slowly. "I can't tell you who I am, but my name is Matt."

You extend your hand forward. "(Y/n),"

"Well, (Y/n), mind if I take you home?"

Over the next few days, you could almost feel like someone's been watching over you.

On one particular day, you once again had missed your train. You're clutching a bottle of pepper spray as you speed-walk by the ally you had met the Masked Man.

"(Y/n),"

You jump and turn your head, your hold on the pepper spray tightening. "Who's there?"

"You can let go of the pepper spray, (Y/n). I'm not going to hurt you."

"Who are you?"

A soft, plopping sound comes from behind you. Whirling around, you hold up the pepper spray.

"Matt, right?" You ask.

He nods. "Nice to see you again,"

Your eyebrows dip in confusion. "You can see me?"

"What?"

"The mask, it's covering your eyes isn't it? How are you able to see?"

The corner of his mouth curves. "That's a story I'll have to tell you another time."

You nod. "Another time. But for now, would you mind walking me home?"

He holds up his hands. "As long as you put the bottle down, sure."

Widening your eyes, you shove the pepper spray away.

Matt walks over to you and holds out an arm. You hesitantly wrap your hands around his bicep and begin walking home.