cuts ✧ matt.murdock

groovy like a drive-in movie

(AN: my writer's block has disappeared but still stuck with all this dialogue. i promise that i will write something much more exciting very soon- flashbacks are likely. Cora's storyline and past will be revealed pretty shortly so be ready. here's a light chapter for ya.)

"Don't call Claire! You can't keep getting her involved in this shit!"

"Unless you know how to stop him from bleeding out, I don't know what else to do."

"I could..." Now didn't seem like the time to be exposing my... 'ability' to the heated Murdock. "Nothing." I dismissed the thought.

"Exactly!" He argued. "We need help! We need to stop him from dying."

"Not we. I'm out. I'm gone. That's enough." I started to walk away as he continued speaking. 

"There is something up with you, so you either help or I'm not gonna stop looking into you."

"Did you just..." I turned around, almost laughing. "Try to blackmail someone who has more dirt on you then you have on them."

"I'll bring you down with me." He reasoned. 

"Likewise." I scoffed. 

"I'm calling Claire." He took out his burner before I could even be bothered to argue, let alone stop him.

"Better be quick." I walked towards the Russian on the floor, leaning close to listen to his breathing. "There's no point. He'll be dead soon."

"Soon. We still have time." The way he said it sounded like he was trying to convince himself, rather than me. He held the phone up to his ear, unsure of whether or not Claire would answer. 

After a few seconds, I heard sounds coming from the phone as Murdock let out a huge sigh of relief. "Speaker," I muttered, wanting to know what was being said. 

Murdock did as I asked, and soon I could hear Claire's frantic (and pissed off) voice. "Please tell me all this isn't you dealing with the Russians." 

"Wasn't me," The man shook his head, one would not know how he was feeling. "But I don't think you have to worry about them anymore."

"You call just to tell me that?"

"No," Murdock's voice showed loss of hope. "I need your help. I found someone who has intel on what I've been looking for, but he's been shot."

"So call 911." 

 "Can't. Police are the ones that shot him." 

"Thinking they'd like a crack at finishing the job." I butted in, wanting to help explain the situation.

"Is that who I-? Seriously... You guys have gotten yourself into deep shit."

"Don't I know it..." I muttered, looking down at my bloody hands. 

"You want me to come out to you in all this?" Claire asked, probably knowing more than us how bad it was. 

"No, I want you to talk us through stabilizing him." No 'us' Murdock.

"It's not as easy as it looks in the movies, you know?" I could just do it. I could heal him just like that... But then I'd be incapacitated and unable to fight... all for a cold-hearted killer.

"I don't really go to the movies. I like records though." Murdocks reasoning made me laugh just a little. He saw me snigger and tilted his head to the side like he was trying to decipher something.

"All right." Claire reluctantly agreed to help us. 

"There's something else you need to know. The man I'm trying to save... it's Vladimir." Great job Murdock! Now its guaranteed she isn't going to help! What a smart man!