Matt Murdock Shorts

The Secret

"What the fuck?" Matt exclaims from his new position on the floor.

After you learned of Matt's self-inflicted heroism, he insisted he teach you how to fight so you could protect yourself. You told him that you're fine, but the man wouldn't stop asking you about it. Hence, why he's on the ground, and you're standing over him with your arms crossed.

"Told you I was fine."

"I thought you were just saying you were fine to shut me up."

"A lot of good it would've done." You deadpan as you offer your hand.

"I was wondering why you were so calm before we started. There wasn't even a flutter in your heartbeat."

"No, I don't think there was." You cross your arms.

"You could've told me you've trained before."

"And you could've left it alone when I said I was fine. This way was more fun."

He chuckles. "Oh yeah? Well since you're here, why don't we spar? Now that I know I don't have to go easy on you."

You smirk. "Yeah, okay."

"You sound confident." He notes as he raises his fists to block your oncoming attack.

"That's because I am." You go to place a kick to his chest, but he catches your ankle in mid-air. You knew that's how this would play out, though. Before he has a chance to knock you off balance, you use the position in his strong grip to spring up, and swing your thighs around to take him down from his shoulders.

He groans into the mat as you sit on his back. "Okay, you win round one."

"This was round two. And I won both." You tell him as you climb off, helping him up again."

"I wasn't privy to the fact that you could fight. I wouldn't have left myself so open if I thought we were really going at it."

"It's still a fair fight when you underestimate your opponent."

"Fair enough."

-A couple hours later-

You sit on his stomach, panting as you hold his arms to the mat. "What are we at now? 16 to 10 in my favor?"

Instead of fighting you, he just lays back and shares heavy breaths with you for a minute, before leaning up and connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. He tries to take the moment to flip you over, but you shift your weight so it's pinning his wrists down.

"I see, it's 17 to 10. Nice try." You smile down at him.

"Figured I couldn't lose." He shrugs before he cranes his neck up to kiss you again. "I mean it." He murmurs. "You win."

You let go of his wrists, and he brings his hands to your waist, kissing along your neck as you hike his shirt up and off.

-0-

When you get home, you shower and fall into bed with Matt.

"So, I was thinking." Matt starts.

"What's up?"

"Even before you found out I was daredevil,"

You have to push back the flame of anger about the fact that you had to find out instead of him telling you. But you've had that fight, it's in the past. There's no reason to bring it up now.

"You never mentioned anything about knowing martial arts."

You shrug. "I guess it never came up." Maybe you were avoiding the topic you resist the urge to say.