Marvel Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

What's in it for me? - Daredevil

warning: language

You drained the last of the beer from your glass then pushed it across the counter toward the bartender. You shrugged on your leather jacket and headed out into the cold. The crisp early winter air stole your breath and you sucked in a deep breath before turning in the direction of your apartment. 

It had been a long day. Matt and Foggy were taking another deadbeat landlord to court and you'd been questioning tenants all day. Some of their stories just broke your heart. And some of the conditions they lived in were awful. But thanks to some vigilant individuals you now had in your possession calendars, letters, emails, photos, and all kinds of things that were going make that landlord very unhappy. You were fairly certain there was even enough there for some criminal charges.

Working with the attorneys didn't pay at all, but you felt better about yourself at the end of the day than you had in a long time. And, truth was, you had enough stashed away to get you by for a long while yet. Foggy kept assuring you they'd pay you when they could while Matt would just sit there with a smirk playing on his lips. You had a feeling he knew you didn't care if you got paid or not.

The first clue you had that you should have been paying more attention to your surroundings and less thinking about your employers was the tip of the gun pressed against your ribs. You were calculating your odds of disarming the assailant without getting shot when two more men stepped from the shadows in front of you, also holding weapons. Well, shit. 

A sleek black car pulled up beside you and you were shoved inside. A man grinned at you. "Hello, Y/N. We have so much to talk about." He pushed a needle into your arm before you could respond and moments later, everything went black.

***

When you woke, you found yourself in a chair in the middle of a half-empty warehouse with your hands tied behind the back. The grinning man sat across from you. "Ah, there you are."

"Here I am," you responded. "Now, what the fuck do you want?"

He clicked his tongue at you. "That's no way for a lady to talk."

"When I see a lady, I'll let her know." Okay, so maybe antagonizing the person who'd abducted you wasn't the smartest idea, but you were furious. "Is there a reason you sent three armed men to grab a woman off the street?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Word gets around. You want people to think you're some weak female you should perhaps quit beating everyone up."

You gave him a half smile but didn't say anything. Before meeting Matt and Foggy you hadn't exactly been the most upstanding citizen. You still used your old skills in your new job when the situation called for it, though you tried to keep it mostly under the radar. Apparently you hadn't been doing a very good job of it.

A flash of movement caught your eye and you watched as one of the men on the far side of the warehouse got pulled behind a stack of boxes. You smirked. "So what exactly is it you want?" you asked, speaking a little louder than necessary in an attempt to keep the man in front of you distracted. 

"It has come to our attention that you have obtained certain...items which would show my employer in a poor light. We would like these items returned to us." He sounded so reasonable as if you were discussing some business deal rather than him threatening you to get what he wanted.

You'd caught glimpses of a man in a dark red suit as he approached. Daredevil. Intending to continue the distraction you locked your gaze on the other man. "Say I give you what you want, what's in it for me?"

The man smiled, obviously thinking you'd actually sell those people out for some fast cash. Asshole. "Ten thousand dollars."

You laughed. "Ten thousand? You must be joking. I mean, yeah, my boss doesn't pay me shit. I mean he literally doesn't pay me, but ten thousand?"

He pursed his lips. "Fifty."

"A hundred."

"Done," he said and smiled again. 

"Seriously? Damn. Should have asked for two," you grumbled. You looked past him to Daredevil who was now standing behind the other man. "You going to take care of this asshole or what?"

He tilted his head then knocked your captor out. He moved to you, but instead of untying you, he stood in front of you with a scowl on his face. "Perhaps I should tell your employer how eager you were to sell out innocent people." His voice was heavy with disappointment.

"It was a distraction. Perhaps you've heard of those. Now, how about you untie me, hero?"

He grunted in reply but moved behind you and quickly undid the rope. You stood and rubbed at your raw wrists.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" he asked.

You shook your head and took a step closer to him. "It would take a lot more than those idiots to hurt me. But you should know that."

He frowned. "I'm sorry. I'm not sure what you're getting at."

"I've been open enough about my past that you have undoubtedly put the pieces together. You're a smart man after all." You had inched ever closer as you spoke. "It's one of the things I find most attractive about you." Hooking a hand around the back of his neck you tugged him toward you and pressed your lips against his. His hands settled on your waist as he closed the little distance that was left between the two of you and returned the kiss. 

Finally, he pulled back and ran his tongue over his lips. "That was unexpected. Perhaps we should try that again."

"What's in it for me?" you asked as you smirked and stepped away from him. As you headed toward the door, you left him standing there, gaping after you. Before stepping outside you looked at him over your shoulder. "See you tomorrow, Matt."

As the door shut behind you, you heard him yell after you, "Wait a minute. Y/N get back here."

You chuckled and continued home. The hero of Hell's Kitchen could always find you later.