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

The Troubles Are Lurking in Queens - Pt.1

When an arrogant lawyer demands his paperwork right now or better yet this very moment, you're a good wife to Matt and decide to deliver the documents yourself – for your husband's mental health sake (and for the sake of the meeting he's running to).

The catch is the said lawyer has his office in Queens – and whoever said Hell's Kitchen was the least safe place in NYC was clearly lying. 

Starring: Matt Murdock, Reader, Spiderman, Tony Stark

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Pt.1 - Of Arrogant Lawyers and cheerful... spidey vigilantes?

You were staring at barrel of a gun. And your first thought was: the universe is punishing me for falsifying legal documents.

It happened approximately like this:

"Mr. Davidson-" Matt murmured, massaging the bridge of his nose, giving up the struggle of tying up his tie with one hand. It might have had something to do with the fact you snatched the said hand away to do it for him.

"I understand you would like to have the-"

You couldn't make out a word, but the male voice on the other end sounded downright outraged. This Mr. Davidson had been pissing you off for quite a while; he was the opposite counsel on one of Matt's cases and he was making everything difficult in the line of paperwork, well-aware Matt was going to dismantle him. He. Was. Indescribably. Arrogant. Which was something you just couldn't stand and it drove you up the wall.

"I just don't have time right— no, I do not have a messenger boy on my disposal just to deliver the documents to you, you can be sure as-" You covered Matt's mouth before he could swear, gaining a look as grateful as frustrated and wounded.

Oh yeah, you would love to even send this guy to hell and back just to kick him back down there, but Matt had a professional image to maintain. He inhaled deeply.

"Mr. Davidson, I'll even deliver you the document myself-"

"With coffee and 'go fuck yourself'..." you hummed as you finished the tie, causing the corners of Matt's lips twitch.

"-but I just can't do it before noon."

Matt listened to the man's raised voice for a while, grinding his teeth.

You felt really sorry for Matt. And what did a good wife do when feeling sorry for her husband? Helped him.

"I can deliver it."

Matt shook his head, covering the phone. "I need to print it in non-braille version somewhere and sign it. I don't have time for that-"

"I can sign it," you shrugged. Matt's eyebrow shot up. "What? I saw you sign stuff more times than I can count. It will be fine."

"That's a fraud."

"It stays in a family. I'll be signing by my own last name."

Matt's features softened at the note, but he didn't change his mind. "That's still a fraud, sweetheart."

You pointed at the phone wordlessly; the man on the other end of the was so caught up in his monologue, enchanted by listening to the sound of his own voice, that he didn't even notice no one was responding.

Matt pouted in an 'okay, you have a point' way. His eyebrow furrowed with concern – of course it did. He always worried about you, sometimes for a good reason, however lately... ever since you two had found out you were going to be parents, a new life growing in your belly... well. Matt was anxious and downright paranoid.