What We Could Have, But We'll Never Reach *Matt Murdock x Reader Oneshots*

Of Muffins, Coffee and Other Miracles - Pt.1

You're a secretary at Landman and Zack, having an office on the same floor as the interns. You notice one of them (which you might and might not have a crush on) seems down lately, so you decide to cheer him up the only way you can come up with.

You bake muffins; right after your life is saved by a cheeky vigilante.

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Of muffins, cheeky vigilantes and sad interns

You stared at the two unconscious men at his feet, still perfectly shocked, but relieved, pressing your handbag to your chest.

You were slowly leaving your place by the wall – more like in the wall, because you had been trying to merge with it even since the two men had backed you into it, pulling out their knives and demanding your handbag. That had been before this guy had appeared and put them in a line – and you were pretty sure he put some of their bones out of their natural line, but you couldn't find yourself to care.

"You... thank you. How— you... saved my life," you stuttered, watching the man in a black mask wince as if he only now realized you were there.

"You're welcome," he said, voice pleasantly low-pitched, looking in your direction. "Though I'm not sure it would go that far, if you have just given him your handbag."

"Well, I couldn't do that," you exclaimed, automatically drawing the item closer to your chest.

He took two cautious steps to you, easing his fighter stance. "I know it would be a lot of paperwork and bureaucracy, but for future reference, it would be much better if you just gave it up."

"I couldn't. There's a... there's a secret recipe."

"... a recipe. You... couldn't have let go of your handbag because of a recipe. You're joking," he stated, and the little of his face you could see, free of the fabric of his mask, seemed shocked. And maybe a little amused. How would you know, you could only see his jaw. And lips – their corners were quirked inconspicuously, so yeah, definitely amused.

Well, at least you made him smile since he had saved you and all.

"It's important! There's this guy in my work and— never mind. Forget I said anything. I mean... beside the thank you. Wow, babbling is not my usual reaction for stress."

"Well, if that makes you feel better I don't usually chat with people I help out," he exclaimed with a shrug, making you raise your eyebrows.

"So why do you now?" Not that I complain.

He shrugged again, coming a little closer again. "Nowhere to be. And you seem fun."

Huh. Who would think a guy in a mask, lurking in a dark, would be such a nice person? He seemed genuine. You had no idea where he picked up the idea of you being fun, but guess he didn't meet woman protecting their handbags for recipes every night. Did he do that every night? Was that a thing?

You shook off the thoughts. "...thanks, I guess?"

"So, guy at work?" He smiled suggestively, clearly teasing you. You just gaped.

"Oh my god, I'm not talking about that with... with a masked guy! And... and it's not like that," you protested, questioning your own claim. Maybe?

"Really? So why that blush?"

You quickly checked you cheeks with your hand. "I don't-" You never blushed. You doubted you were now and your cheeks felt just normal— that little shit. "You know, for a guy who lurks in a dark, you are sure pretty cocky."