Matthew Murdock

"It's not how you hit the mat, it's how you get up"

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quakin:

“Well personally, I like to think I know a little something about being the underdog too.” Because Matt was right, the world was a rigid and scary place for those who didn’t have riches or friends in high places. Daisy had learned a thing or two about that first hand considering SHIELD had purposely worked the system to make sure she never found a home.

“It’s an awesome thing to be doing Mr. Murdock and–” Glancing forward she notices the sidewalk ending. “Three inch step down coming in five.” She warns him casually before continuing on with her previous statement. “I’m glad to know the world still has some good people in it, sticking up for those who can’t themselves.”

Because if more people existed like him, then maybe less would be like her.

“Please, call me Matt.” he smiled at her, “Mr. Murdock is a little to formal for two fellow orphans.”

He chuckled at her tactical guidance, though his hyper aware senses already told him with how the noises of the city seemed to dip there. “I’m willing to bet I’m not the only good Samaritan out there, Ms. Johnson. Not trying to be a hero, just trying to do the right thing. Help my city.”

Continuing down the pavement, passing the various structures he couldn’t see but could sense, the unlikely pair arrived at St. Agnes. Licking his lips at the nostalgic scents, sounds, and tastes, Matt swallowed hard. It had been years since he last stepped foot in the place. Would they find the answers they were searching for?

“You ready?” he asked, giving her arm a firm reassuring squeeze.

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“A beer that is. On me.”

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quakin:

Even with her limited experience, Daisy understood that many blind people were usually led if only for the added safety. So without missing a beat, she loops her arm through his and nods only remembering after that he couldn’t see her reaction. “Not at all.” She says in a perky tone, mood uplifted by the fact that finally she was going to be making some progress in her search. “Its not everyday I get to stroll around New York with a handsome lawyer on my arm.” 

Obviously her words were coated with humor, as the two walk outside. The cool promise of miserable winter on its way, blowing her hair back. “I brought my car, its just around the corner.” She promises directing them towards it. 

“So if you don’t mind me asking, why lawyer?” It wasn’t everyday a child turned orphan picks such a successful career. Hell her High School Diploma was photoshopped. 

“You flatter me,” he beamed, unable to crack a grin at her upbeat tone. Hopefully, things remained this way and they didn’t happen upon something where he’d have to let the devil out.

His mouth formed a line, brow furrowing in concentration at the question. “When I was a kid, my father was taken from me much too early. Gunned down for not throwing a boxing match.” his hand tightened around the walking stick at the memory. “I dunno, guess it had to do with the proceedings that took place soon after.” he shrugged. “The lawyer was paid off, threw in the towel; small fish against hungry sharks. The sharks usually win. Using every bit of power and influence they have to rip the fish to shreds if they refuse. Most defense attorneys in this city are like that. Easy to pay off, or to blackmail. They’re afraid of the big sharks.”

“I try not to be.”

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quakin:

Nodding her head, she hands over the cash and glances down at her wrist. A simple, skinny banded gold watch rests there. “Are you free now? I cleared my afternoon and I figured we could head down there.” 

Already anxious, Daisy couldn’t wait to start really digging into the backstory. Really the only thing stopping her from grabbing the mans hand and dragging him out was the fact that he was blind. Which would make the whole dragging part a little awkward on both ends. “Plus the sooner we get results, the sooner you can find time to fix that door of yours.” It was probably just the hinges that needed tightening but she’d let him figure that out later on. 

“Wait one second...” He tilted his head to one side, listening for any other set of feet that might come shuffling in. “Yup, I’m free.” he smiled, eager to get started as well.

Striding across the room, snatching up the walking stick from the wall it always rested on. Holding the door open (not that he needed to) Matt gestured for her to exit before him. “Actual people who can see first.” he smirked, showing he didn’t take the whole blinded at a young age thing too seriously. Then again, he did get the added bonus of enhanced senses by trading that one thing. Believing in tit for tat wasn’t exactly coming to terms with his disability, but it was the next best thing.

Closing the door behind him, only to have it awkwardly swing back open, he settled for it being slightly ajar. “It’s fine.” he reassured Daisy, not that she’d voiced any concern. “Shall we?” he asked offering an arm for her to take. “That is, if you don’t mind.”

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felicia-hardlytrying:

She let out a groan as she fell to the floor, trying to break free of his hands cupping her wrists. She leaned up, whacking his forehead with his own, using the distraction as her time to roll on top of him, her hips holding either side of his torso, squeezing in with her strong thighs.  

“Listen here-you’re whole moral act is getting old, your persistance is infuriating and these interactions tiring.” she said with a low growl in her voice. “Trust me when I say you don’t want to do this you should take the warning and run to bigger better things.” she said moving her hand down to the rim of his collar, pulling it close, angeling the material just in the way that would dig in, a rare way to get the material to work for her. 

The headbutt was weaker than ones he faced before, but for some reason his foot jerked backwards, kicking a nearby dumpster. The large container shook from the force of the kick, causing a lazily place bottle to come crashing on top of the black shrouded head. His already disadvantageous disability became a bigger hindrance due to the shattering glass. Giving Felicia the high ground, or in this case, the dominating top.

The adrenaline of their tossing and turning riled something inside of him.

Ignoring her long winded lecture on his annoyingly persisting antics, the devil broke her grip with a swift chop. Immediately pushing her up by the shoulders, gripping her collar and pinning Felicia to the wall, wrapped hands grabbing both of her wrists. Standing in the dimly lit Kitchen, ragged breath coming out in short, controlled huffs. Nose inches from each others. Maybe it was the bottle to the head or her perfume having a new effect on his senses, but Matt was actually enjoying himself. Stepping back, he released her, arms hanging limp on either side.

“Give it up.” he grunted, “I can go all night.”

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quakin:

Listening carefully, Daisy began taking mental notes of his words. Short bullet points she’d be sure to recollect later when she could open her laptop and really do some proper digging. “The shady people…” She starts off watching as the man focuses, really trying to pull the memories from the dust. “Those are the ones I’m really looking into.” 

Obviously she couldn’t come out and claim her story from start to finish for the lawyer. Instead she’d have to jump through hoops to keep her curiosity explainable, hoping to avoid any questions he might have. “I had some uh weird experiences and I was just asking other people who spent time there–” Really only him, considering something about his file lit up alarms more than any other she’d researched. “If they did as well. Or at the very least remembered these individuals.” 

SHIELD or Hydra, that was the real question at hand and she was seriously relying on the stranger in front of her to help shed some light on it. “I wanna know where they came from and what–” Or who. “They were looking for.” Reaching into her back pocket, she pulls out a rubber banded wad of cash. “If you can help me, I’m willing to pay.” The perks of receiving an actual pay check on the regular, thanks SHIELD. 

 The blind lawyer gave a corresponding nod. Re-evaluating every mistake or choice to further get closer to the big picture question on everyone’s mind: Who am I? Something he could relate to as of late.

He smelled the fresh scent of the fat stack, eyebrows shooting up. Holding out his hand to feel the large banded wad, Matt smiled wider. “Helping an enigma of a young woman find out more about her past while also supporting the ‘Fix the Door, Murdock’ charity drive?” There was actually (an empty) jar on Foggy’s side of the room with that exact label printed on it. “A noble quest, really, with the additional bonus of making some money. How could I refuse?”

Though secretly he had his own quest. Matt was very curious about those strange suits who seemed to stronghold the Sisters.

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quakin:

Besides the health records, Daisy had only learned from her search that Matthew Murdock was mainly raised in the system like herself and was seemingly so a good guy. There were no red flags that pointed to dangerous and the guy was blind for Gods sake, she really shouldn’t be so paranoid. But still, with Hydra lurking around every corner, she couldn’t help but be on edge with new people.

“ It’s charity of sorts you could say.” She starts off watching the door swing open from the draft. Really she couldn’t judge, she use too live out of her van. “But not for money, I’m looking for information.” Because it wasn’t by accident that the inhuman was placed there, SHIELD had personally dedicated her younger life from behind the scenes; she wanted more information on it and she was sure the lawyer in front of her could help her with that.

“I grew up there too for awhile and I was hoping you could tell me about your experience.” Or if you noticed anything strange and supernatural, just the usual orphan experience.

“Information? About Saint Agnes? Huh.” he let the wide grin fall, leaning forward on the desk between them. A few abrasions and cuts on his knuckles. They were plain as day, but Matt often blamed his ailment. A crutch he leaned on occasionally when people got too curious about his time outside of work.

“Sister Agatha was a real no nonsense woman,” he chuckled softly, thinking back to all the trouble he’d get into. “Really let you have it no matter who you were-- or what problem you had.” he nodded, “Tough old broad. Real old school. Reminded me of my dad.”

A shrug lifted his suited shoulders, the suit jacket rising with the motion, his mouth falling into a frown. “Not sure how much my experience can help.” he admitted, unsure what was driving her, hearing the slight desire for a lead in her voice. His face lit up at the memory of men and women who smelled of gunpowder residue.

“There... was some shady people who’d appear uninvited every so often. The sisters would get real agitated when they showed up.” Screwing up his brow at the faint recollection. How could he forget that? “Sister Michelle especially.”

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felicia-hardlytrying:

She couldn’t help but smirk as the billy cup met with the crash of the window. What were the chances,  she thought to herself as she continued her steps,  moving carefully over the jagged shards of glass and onto the fire escape.  “Thanks for holding the door open for me sweet cheeks.” she said, eyes glued to his ass as she picked up his billy club, tracing over the markings lightly before dropping it to the ground.  He’d have to decide which was more important and hey if he chose that maybe it was worth being her next target. See how much she could get for any clues about Hell Kitchens biggest pain in the ass. 

Matt was already running after her, scooping low to snatch up the fighting stick before side flipping out the window-- no hesitation. Holstering the club, he bounded after her, leaping from the fire escape into a fall-breaking roll. It would leave him sore tomorrow, but that was a few hours away. He’d recover.

Tailing her down the back alley’s of the Kitchen, he kept his distance, following the trail she unknowingly left for him.

Cutting her off suddenly with a rolling tackle. ending up on top, Matt caught his breath as he towered over her.

“W... we have to stop meeting like this.” he smirked, heaving chest settling.

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quakin:

Hands placed deep into the pockets of her jeans, Daisy steps forward glancing at the metal plate that hung beside the door. This was the place, plus Google maps wasn’t one to lie usually. But still the girl felt a sinking feeling in her gut, tugging at her insides as she worked her bottom lip between teeth. This was risky business, to go digging when Coulson had already warned her against such things. But she’d never been one to follow rules or even suggestions, that much hadn’t changed over the past two years.

The fact that the man, Mathew Murdock was blind didn’t come as a surprise. She’d already reviewed his medical records, read the history of the accident that took his sight so his sunglasses barely summoned a second look from her. Instead it was the kind look he offered her as he held his hand out, usually people weren’t all that friendly. Especially in these parts of town.

“Daisy Johnson.” She says almost too quickly taking his hand. “I was hoping to talk to you about Saint Agnes orphanage.”

He gave a firm shake, taking the short seconds to get a feel for her. Pulse a bit unsteady, but maybe she had something to be nervous about. Most people who entered that door did. There were three types of clients: One with nerves of steel who tried hiding their fear, others who bared their soul like their lives were on the line, and then there were the assholes who thought themselves saints when they were actually wolves.

Daisy fit into the first category.

“Saint Agnes, now there’s a name I haven’t heard in... Years.” he nodded, on the outside looking calm and collected, but on the inside, brain doing a once over at any connection she could have to him. A student of Stick? Possible, but unlikely. Gesturing for her to come further in, he shut the door (which creaked open slightly against his wishes) behind her.

“Sorry about that,” he added, earnestly, wondering when the PI who broke it would ‘send her guys’. “So, Saint Agnes,” he began, standing near the window, “How can I help? I’m afraid charity is out of the question-- Not that I wouldn’t offer-- but as you can see...”

The door creaked more at a passing breeze, opening until it hit the wall with a light ‘thud’. 

“We’re a little low on charity ourselves.” he smiled charmingly.

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He heard her long before she knocked on the door with the words Nelson & Murdock printed on the window. Matt called to whoever the woman was (clearly not Karen or Foggy from the different footstep pattern) that the door was open. Getting up from his desk, he exited his small office to greet the new client. Or what he was hoping would be a client.

“Welcome to the offices of Nelson & Murdock. I’m Matthew Murdock, how can I help you today.” he offered his hand out to her after fixing his suit jacket; head angled slightly towards the ceiling, waiting for her response.

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akapurpleheart:

           Jess’s watching him like a hawk because she has to. Lawyer or not, she doesn’t trust one as far as she can throw them – Hogarth’s busy, whatever that means. Somehow she gets to have a life and yet Jessica is left to wait with a thumb up her ass for the next assignment – favor, right, no one likes to call them assignments anymore. 

          “Jessica Jones, private eye,” is all she returns with, a bland smile taking over and disappearing on her lips in a matter of nanoseconds. “Broken doors seem to be a thing around Hell’s Kitchen. Mine just broke the other day. Couple fighting on my floor.” I broke it with my pinkie finger. “It was a real mess.” I’m so glad I threw that bitch out. “But the police took care of it. Look, Mr. Murdock, I need… legal guidance, so to speak.”

Matt’s head tilted to one side, listening intently to her every word. A hint of deception in them. What bothered him wasn’t the subtle lie, but how the woman smoothed over it so perfectly. Then again, doors broke all the time in Hell’s Kitchen, that statement couldn’t be anymore truer. Even now he could feel his combat boot shattering the door from its lock. Crackling of splintered wood echoing in his ears.

“Well, that’s what we do here at Nelson & Murdock, Ms. Jones.” he gestured around, “Should be a chair somewhere around here... How can I be of assistance?”

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felicia-hardlytrying:

“The world’s not fair and I’m just like every other person on this god damn planet…a self centered  hypocrite, you can’t beat them join them.” She  had no intention of fighting him, that didn’t mean she couldn’t. But the sooner she got this gem out the  faster her client would give her her paycheck.  “No, this conversation just seems duller thanks to  your naivety.”  she said starting her back steps towards the window, close to silence as she did. 

His smirk widened as she back towards the window. The sounds of sirens growing closer. Spinning around quickly, Matt let loose one of his billy clubs. Soaring towards the floor, it ricocheted upwards, speeding towards her-- before whiffing past her head and shattering the window instead.

“What--!” Matt was sure he angled the shot precisely as he was taught by Stick.

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felicia-hardlytrying:

“Do not speak like you know me devil, haven’t you heard assuming makes an ass out of you.” she said copying his steps as he began to circle, ready to react to whatever he threw at her, she was trained, gracious like a cat, not to mention a faster runner than anyone ever expected. Once the adrenaline hit she was off, running into the fog. “I have everything I want in life because I’m not afraid to take it, morals have long gone those who settle aren’t creative or bold enough to live beyond the mundane. It’s why we do what we do, wars, retail complaints, racism, sexism, it’s all trying to find something that makes us feel like each breath we take makes a difference. You can’t fault me for living at a higher standard because….quite simply, You do too.”  

“So the cat burgular assumes but nobody else gets to? A little hypocritical, don’t you think?” his smirk was teasing, trying to get her to make the first move. Her steps were almost silent, if it wasn’t for the lavished items she wore, he probably would have lost her. Still, without sight, Matt saw her in another way. A rainbow of fire. Every color combined into one flawless white pyre.

Sirens in the far distance, inaudible to someone with a normal sense of hearing, but not to him.

“You sound defensive.” he sneered, “Did I hit a nerve?”

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felicia-hardlytrying:

“You’re right, I am a thief…but I do not do what I do to hurt people, you on the other hand.” she said with a shrug towards the man in front of her. “If you’re planning to judge my fallen angel you will find that my hands will be much cleaner than yours. A lot less red.”

Matt felt his lips curl into a vicious grin. “I’m inclined to disagree.” he began his counter argument, circling around the wafting expensive perfume she wore; standing between her and the only exit. “You enjoy hurting people. Maybe not in the same way I do, but the joy you take from them fuels your vendetta-- Your addiction.” his words seemed to hang on his lips. Uttering every letter with enough emphasis and punctuation to keep her on the edge of his little show. Buying time until the police showed up.

“Stealing their precious things... because you can’t obtain your own.”

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felicia-hardlytrying:

“Isn’t this a surprising turn of events.” 

“You’re a thief. I stop thieves. Not that surprising.”

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akapurpleheart:

             “RELAX, fixing a door takes like two hours. You could do something from Pinterest if you’re that concerned about him.” Maybe. She’s never tried Pinterest, but she’s seen enough from browsing her clients’ pages to know it’s something just waiting to kill her already lax energy. Gently pushing some of the debris to the side, Jess takes a huff of air and gestures. 

             “So… Murdock, right? Heard you’re good or something.”

“Yes, of course, how silly of me to forget.” he dismissed dryly. Pinterest. A site which needed sight to be useful. Was that irony? Moving away from his office door-- or in this case, around it-- the blind attorney felt his way over to his receptionist’s desk; a slight limp in his step. Leaning back against it for support, wincing followed by a hiss of air when his shirt brushed crudely against a recently acquired injury.

“Matthew Murdock,” he nodded, “I would say the name is on the door, but...” his voice trailing off with a playful smirk.

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        “I should probably start this by saying that door’s gonna be fixed “

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“I hope so... Something tells me my partner won’t be too happy about this.”