Hell's Sweet Nobody | Daredevil

Chapter One

Chapter One

"This is the last one." I said as I sat the box down onto the living room floor, "That's it. I'm done. You better reward me with a lot of exquisite Chinese food tonight, because all this shit is yours in the first place." I said, as I beckoned to all the boxes that I helped unpack. 

Matt Grabbed a box and was taking it to the kitchen counter, "What's that? I can't hear you out of all the ungratefulness in the atmosphere-you know, since you are living here for free."

I gave him a smug look, though he obviously couldn't see it, "Whatever. You still promised me Chinese food."

He sighed, and ran his hand through his hair, completely ignoring me, -probably because he knew I was right- "Foggy should be here soon to look at the place."

A wave of relief washed over me, as I sat on the couch with a stupid grin plastered on my face. Foggy. My favorite man. My number one brother from another mother (that was most likely way better than mine).

"Do you think I should clean myself up before he comes?" I asked, suddenly a bit self-conscious of the sweat coating my body.

"Has Foggy ever cared about what you look like?"

I thought back to when I was living in their dorm room when they were still in law school. None of us could afford any clothes my size, so I borrowed oversized clothes from both Matt and Foggy. Needless to say I looked like a grandma trying to beat gender stereotypes.

It wasn't pretty.

I shrugged, but said nothing more. Matt eventually came over and sat beside me on the couch. I felt my heart pound at how close he was to me. Knowing Matt could creepily hear the beat of my heart, I quickly coughed, and made a shitty excuse for my shitty problem.

"I'm exhausted, it's hot, I'm sweating, I feel like I just ran a marathon."

"Yeah." Matt scoffed, "You should really try working out more."

I shot him a glare, knowing all the well that he couldn't see it. "Shut up asshat."

"Asshat? Really?"

I grinned, "Can't take your feelings being hurt like that?"

"I was just wondering if that was the best you had."

I narrowed my eyes, "Oh, so you want something cruel, eh?" I leaned back against the couch, slyly scooting away from him inches at a time so he wouldn't notice my sudden tension. So far, he seemed not to notice. "Well, keep me waiting on dinner and you might see the true monster come out from within."

A small grin formed on his lips, "Is that a threat?"

"It's certainly not a false statement."

He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, a knock came from the door. I used this as an excuse to get up. I did, a bit too quickly, and ran to the door. I took a deep breath, as if calming my screaming nerves.

I couldn't keep pretending like this. It's getting so damn exhausting -not that it ever wasn't.

I opened the door, Foggy stood there with a wide smile, and a bottle of alcohol. "There's the fierce lady-child of the night!"

I gave him a look, "Says the man-child with a Captain America key-chain." I took the bottle of alcohol from his hands. Graciously eyeing it down like it were my prey.

He frowned, suddenly ready to defend himself,  "Hey, Captain America is cool."

"You don't even own a car."

I felt Matt walk up from behind me, and whisk the bottle out from my hands as if mentally saying 'there's no way in hell I'm going to allow you to drink this underage'.

Little does he know, I've snuck a few mouth-fulls of the last bottle of alcohol him and Foggy got drunk with.

They were too out of it to notice I was there.

I sighed, and walked to the living room. Foggy followed me, and examined the house. "Woah, this place is a hell of a lot bigger than my apartment." He inhaled, "Smells weird, though."

"That's the smell of home, Foggy." I said, as I copied him with a large inhale, "Wet dog, and rotting sewage. The prime of Hell's Kitchen."

"Amen to that." Foggy agreed as he plopped down onto the couch. I walked over to him, and sat beside him, gladly being by his side. He put his arm around my shoulders in a loving-brother type of way.  I couldn't help but appreciate how the boundaries between us were so slim.

Matt cleared his throat, "Should I step out and give you couple a bit of privacy?"

Foggy held me tighter, his voice was coated in amusing sarcasm "Go ahead, but leave the alcohol, things might get a little crazy tonight."

"Speaking of alcohol,' I spoke up, "Is anyone going to allow their favorite girl to have a drink or two?"

Matt nodded, "Sure, I'll allow my favorite girl to have some."

I looked at him wide-eyed, "Really?"

"Of course. I should call her though, I'm not sure how busy the daughter of a college professor is at this time of night."

Foggy lit up, "Do you mean Ariel Morgenstern? Dude, she was so hot."

I frowned, "Not funny, Murdock."

He laughed, and then said, "There's no way you're drinking this, so just resort to tap water now."

Foggy nodded, "Yep, despite my history of teenage rebellion, I have to agree with Matt on this one. We don't need you getting wasted on sip two." He made a face, "The first hangover is the worst." He patted my head, "Just think of the misery we are saving you from."

I pouted, "Wow, thanks dads. You always know what's best."

"That's what we're here for." they both said in unison which made me cringe.

They both spent the entire night getting wasted, and laughing with one another. We all ate, and after many attempts to take a drink of the wine, I eventually gave up and went to bed.

I shut the door to my tiny bedroom, and finally felt 'alone'. I knew Matthew was too drunk to care about listening to my heartbeat, and I allowed it to feel as it wanted.

It hurt more than anything. Having to pretend every day.

I wasn't sure how long I could truly keep this act up. How many people can say they have a crush on a man who can hear your heartbeat? There has got to be some laws of logic that go against that. It's just not fair.

With a deep breath, I waited until my heart settled, and I graciously went to bed.