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

Of Muffins, Coffee and Other Miracles - Pt.2

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 live is saved by a cheeky vigilante.

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Ofcoffee, brownies and- frack

"Wild night out?" male voice made you snap from your dozing and you straightened in your chair with a startle. Oh shit. Oh fuck, you were so fired.

You look up to the man who addressed you, relieved it was only Foggy – one of the interns. He wouldn't report you, right?

"Uhm... not sure I would call it wild, but... strange for sure." Not every night you get to be kissed by a vigilante, even if only on your temple.

"It wasn't drugs, right? Because drugs are bad," he whispered, looking around for anyone to hear. You smiled at him tiredly.

"I know. Not... that kind of strange. What can I do for you... Foggy, right?"

"Yes!" he confirmed cheerfully, until his smile fell. "I'm sorry, I don't think we were introduced. You're..." he eyed the name on your desk, repeating it dutifully.

"That's me," you confirmed with a nod. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh! Right. My friend, Matt, he's interning with me here, I'm sure you saw him around, he's blind." Oh, I did see him around. "Usually, he gets the copies of the files in braille, but today... whoever is the good soul doing it for him forgot or something and... I have no idea where to find a braille printer here and you seem to know your way around...? And you also look like you're not gonna fire me for asking."

You find yourself smiling in the presence of the cheerful man. "Only if you promise not to tell anyone I was basically sleeping."

"Deal."

"Thanks. You have the file? I can print it. Honestly, anyone who knows where to find that printer or how to use it wouldn't have the authority to fire you. Just send it to me and I'll drop it in your... your..." you stuttered, unsure how to finished that sentence.

"You can say it. It's a closet."

"It is, isn't it? But which one?" you played dumb, because... reasons. You shouldn't have known where they were, you didn't need it. Why would you? Yeah, I'm sooo subtle...

"Oh, the one down the hall."

"Okay. Just e-mail me the file number and I'll deliver."

"Really? You're amazing."

"I wouldn't go that far," you laughed nervously. Amazing. You didn't think – scratch that, you were sure your boss never called you that, and you were saving his life on daily basis; he wouldn't even sign a paper unless you handed him the pen.

"See, that's where you're wrong..." Foggy pronounced, pointing at you. Then he seemed to realize something. "You said not many people know where to find that printer?"

You shrugged. "Not really, I guess. It's on the fourth floor, but it's next to impossible to go there unnoticed by people guarding printers and they are bitch to talk to, so if you ever need anything just tell me, I'll do it for you. I'm sure your life is enough depressing in that... cubicle."

"Hm... okay, thanks a lot!" He spun on his heels, walking out.

Weird.

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