Civil War

The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen

As the mourning sets in my driver pulls over to get gas. I open the file back up and start to read the contents. Frank Castle, age 29, ex navy seal and FBI. Last place seen was New York. Cap wrote in the margin about the file behind Frank's, 'There is a type of superhero in New York, they call Daredevil or The Devil of Hell's Kitchen, maybe track him down and see what you can find out about Frank'. The Devil of Hell's Kitchen, that's a little long and menacing, I like it.

"Alright Missy, we have about an hour of driving do you need anything?" My driver asks at my window. "I'm alright." I say as he gets back in the car. I close the file and lay back my head hoping to get some sleep before my arrival.

I feel the car pull over as I open my eyes, the bright lights shining in my eyes. "We're here, that'll be--" I grab my credit card Tony gave me, he said not to worry about costs anymore. "Here, and it's debit." He swipes it handing it to me. I zip up my coat, and hop out. I had no clue where to go, but Cap's file told me Daredevil was seen most in the Manhattan area. My idea was to stage a crime see if he comes running. It wasn't the most genius plan, but I was in a hurry.

As I watch a girl walking by, I run up behind her and place my hand over her mouth dragging her into an alley. She screams and kicks rapidly. Pushing her gently against a wall I got close to her face.

"Hey sorry about this, I don't want to hurt you." She calms down a bit but still squirms. "What's your name?" I ask trying to get her to calm. "Why do you want to know?! Are you one of Fisk's assassins?!" She spat as I squinted, "Who the hell is Fisk? Look, I'm just trying to get the attention of the Devil of Hell's Kitchen!" I say, she takes a deep breath. "Well you got it." She says cockily as I hear the faintest footsteps behind me. At least he tried.

I jump to the side as the girl flees and the Devil shows his face. He was in some sort of armor, red and black with horns on the top. He flips around as I follow his every move. "Stop, I don't want to fight." I said backing up.

"Yet you tried to hurt someone," His voice was forced and deep, he was obviously trying to hide his true identity. "Look if I tried to hurt her she'd be dead," I say as I silently pull out my knife, I wasn't sure if he was going to buy my truth but it didn't hurt to be careful. I examine his helmet and there was a crack on the forehead part, it seemed to be some kind of bullet wound. As he charged at me he seemed to be wobbly and he fell to the ground. "Wow, that sure was a challenge."

I stood there for a moment then rushed to his side. I pushed him over of his stomach. I shook him for a moment then grabbed at his helmet, pulling it off. There was just a normal man underneath, with blood around his wound.

"MATT!" A voice yells from the end of the alley. He staggers a bit, almost like he was drunk. He drops down across from me and places his hands on Matt's face shaking him violently. "Hey! Don't hurt him!" I yell pushing the man's hands away. "You killed him!" He yelled drunkenly and even some tears spilled from his brown eyes. I roll my eyes, "He's not dead, he's just unconscious. Are you a friend?" I ask trying to calm him. He nods his head wiping away his tears. "Do you have a car?" I ask and he nods his head again. "Alright show me to it, we need to get him home before he really does get hurt." The man stands up quick and hands me his keys. "I'm Foggy by the way." He says holding out his hand. I roll my eyes, "Ivy. Now let's get going." I say grabbing both of Matt's arms and pulling him to Foggy's car as Foggy staggered close behind.

We get to the car and I place him carefully in the back. Foggy gets in the passenger seat as I get in the drivers. "Alright, where is his house?" I ask as Foggy takes a deep breath, "It's right down the street, I'll point it out."

It took a little bit for us to carry Matt up the stairs and get into his apartment. I place him on his couch. "Take of his suit." I say as I run a rag underneath water, grabbing a few bandages, neosporin and some aspirin. I look over and see Foggy passed out on the chair by the couch. I roll my eyes. Getting off his suit it reveals his abs, I wipe the blood from his abdomen and grab some pants and tug them on him, throwing a blanket over him.