i'm daredevil

[huntresscaraquinn]

[TXT 4]: No offense, I’m sure you’ve had to deal with a lot of hardened criminals in your time as a lawyer.

[TXT 4]: But you and I both know this is a different kind of dangerous.

[TXT 4]: And you don’t need to worry, I’ve got it covered.

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[ TXT: Cara ] Maybe I’ve only dealt with this kind of danger once, but I catch on quickly.

[ TXT: Cara ] Well if you need someone to patch you up, come find me. I’m usually up late.

[setitallaflame]

[TXT ☠️]: Why don’t we make a list of things you are good at?

[TXT ☠️]: I feel like it will take much less time.

[TXT ☠️]: And let’s just put it this way, the last time you saw me, I had a sai sticking out of my abdomen.

[lctthcdcvilout]

[ TXT: Red’s Wife ⚔ ] Ah, Elektra right?

[ TXT: Red’s Wife ⚔ ] How the hell did you get my number? This is a burner.

[ TXT: Red’s Wife ⚔ ] Want to know what, nvm.

[ TXT: Red’s Wife ⚔ ] Well I wasn’t the one who put it there, so can’t be too mad at me. Besides, looks like the sai barely did any permanent damage.

[setitallaflame]

Reagan had been so focused on taking down yet another drone, on using her abilities to rip yet another one to pieces, that when she was finished, she jumped at the sound of the man’s voice. The man she’d essentially teleported into before putting on a mini telekinetic firework show right in front of him. Fuck. She immediately started to back away from him, putting distance between them. “Me, all right? It was after me. They’ve all been after me. I don’t - they’re good at what they do, they learn and adapt - but they shouldn’t be able to find me so fast. They keep finding me so fast, and I don’t know how...” And while she was powerful - to an extent she didn’t even understand anymore - she was still a person. She still got tired, especially given she’d been using two out of her three powers non-stop for... She didn’t even know how long she’d been doing this...

She put her attention back on the man, “I don’t want to hurt you or anyone else, all right? I just want to find a place to sleep, and a dumpster that hasn’t been picked through already, and that’s it. Just trying to survive here.” But that didn’t mean anything. He could hate her just for the sake of what she was. He could be a Purifier. He could have ties to the government. And while she could use her telepathy to figure out that answer really quickly... She’d rather just teleport away if she had to. However, for the moment, she was catching her breath, waiting to see - between the man and the drones - what happened next so she could react accordingly.

[lctthcdcvilout]

Frank extended his free hand in an attempt to tell the woman in front of him that he meant her no harm so long as the same could be said for him. "You just broke a metal drone in half without touching it and your jumping away from me?" he pointed out, his other hand still in its place on his gun. He wasn't great at emotions, but he was able to tell as the other continued to talk - how nervous she was. Slowly he pulled his hand away from his gun, hoping he wouldn't regret it later. "Haven't seen one of those before-...but the last I heard, robots and drones are still very much controlled by humans and can't just evolve on their own. At least not since Stark's psychotic piece of shit," he replied, giving the woman in front of him a once over. "Any way someone could have gotten a tracker on you?"

"Same for me...though I'm sure a majority of people around here would say otherwise," Frank said, frowning at the comment about a dumpster. "I don't know about a place to sleep - but I was just running to grab some food. We figure out how these things keep finding you and get them off your ass and I'll take you to grab something warm to eat," he suggested. A moment passed before he added, "So long as you promise not to use whatever abilities you have against me that is."

[huntresscaraquinn]

“I wouldn’t do that,” Cara replied with a shake of her head, “I would never try to get you to share anything with me that you don’t want to. And I don’t drink. I also don’t take any pain medication that’s stronger than Tylenol, but it’s all right. Getting hurt, patching yourself up, it’s all part of the job.” A part of the job that she was now realizing someone was going to be helping her with. Someone who was blind, and yet would still be able to suture up the wound, which had her asking, “The wound - you’re going to help me stitch it up with your heightened senses, and this isn’t - this isn’t about fishing for information, I need to... You won’t be able to see anything else, right? There’s, um... There’s a lot of... damage. I’ve never shown it to anyone.” And she was in no way ready to show it to anyone. “So I have to - I have to know you won’t be able to see it in the way that you do because I can’t... I can’t.” As for his reaction before and what he said, she responded, “Lives being lost hit close to home for me, too. Unfortunately, no matter how hard we all fight, the supernatural world will always kill innocents. It’s unavoidable. Doesn’t stop us from fighting, from trying to save as many as we can anyway. And what do that mean - if it ever becomes more than that?” She then admitted, “There are already demons that know how to get out. That keep getting out.” Which was why this one came to find her; Analiese was one of them.

“Oh, um, sorry, I’m not - and I wasn’t sure if - and not that you’re not - because I’m sure, I mean you are, I just...” Yeah, she was blushing more and now she was full on rambling, so she just closed her mouth, forcing herself to stop talking. Then he was asking if most wouldn’t offer or she wouldn’t accept help from a stranger and, grateful for the change of subject, she told him, “You’re the first to offer and I haven’t run away yet. Ask me again if and when we get to the post-patching-up bit.” After that he was introducing himself as Matt, and she offered him a small nod, “Nice to meet you, Matt - wish it were under better circumstances. ...And I’m Cara.”

[lctthcdcvilout]

The hint of an appreciative smile formed on Matt's lips at her words. To be honest, it was a breath of fresh air. So often he was used to people prying and it annoyed him, which was ironic given his day to day career had him doing just that to others. "Well even if you don't force me, we're bound to talk about some things - unless you want to just sit in silence while I stitch you up. Which I'm fine with too," he told her with a shrug. "Probably for the best to be honest. I've got some Tylenol at my apartment. So you can help yourself to that." At her question, Matt was quiet for a moment. "How about we make an agreement that neither of us tries to pry anymore information from the other for the rest of the night. As for seeing anything, no - I won't be able to see anything. My heightened senses help me pin point fresh wounds, but anything that has been there for a while - I'd have to put a lot more focus into finding them and well, that's none of my business." A beat passed before he added, "But I'm familiar with damage...I wouldn't judge, even if could see it - but I promise you, I'll only focus on the wounds from tonight."

"I imagine...which is why I caught up to apologize. It wasn't fair of me to snap at you." At her question, he stopped walking - ignoring the grumble of the person behind them who had to walk around him to continue walking down the street. "People sometimes change, for better or for worse. I'm just saying, if it eventually becomes the latter. If I think your putting people in danger by what you are doing, then I might have to step in."

After that, Matt continued walking until they eventually stopped in front of his apartment building. "Not sure what you are trying to say," he laughed, sensing the warmth radiating off of her face. He opened the door to the building and gestured for her to walk in. "Fourth floor and on the right. Apartment 12," he said before walking in behind her and allowing the door to shut behind him. "As for the circumstances, I have a habit of meeting people under some of the worst circumstances. So, this is nothing new."

[birdonawiresara]

Sara shook her head, “I don’t think of it that way. My friend - she was being used, forced to do something against her will; she doesn’t even have memories of it. And the person responsible is dead, so there’s no point in focusing on blame. It’s about dealing with the fallout.” He then explained that he had someone like her friend, but she lost her life. And while Sara wasn’t the type to pry, she also couldn’t ignore what was so easily read between the lines, “...Was she resurrected first? Or was it someone else?” She added with another shake of her head, “Sorry, but... It was obvious, to me at least. And I’m probably the only person you can really talk about it with, who can actually understand so... the offer’s there, if you want to take it.” Then he was laughing, explaining that he wasn’t used to people calling him Daredevil in casual conversations, and she shrugged, smirking, “All right, fine. George it is.”

After that she was asking if he was a metahuman or a mutant, to which he responded that he wasn’t born this way, and she countered, “Neither were metahumans, but I’m assuming your response means there’s a third option. And nope, sorry, no tell. But if you want to keep wasting your time trying to find one, be my guest.” As for asking for the name of the group that he’d dealt with who were like her, she shouldn’t have felt this uneasy. The League had been disbanded, Nyssa would’ve told her if she or someone else had picked up where her father had left off. Still, she couldn’t deny the relief that came with Daredevil naming a group she’d never heard of, “No. No, it doesn’t - which is a good thing. Because the group I was worried about has been disbanded for years, so if they were suddenly back in play, we’d both have a problem on our hands.” Then he was trying to take back his billy clubs, and she insisted she would return them after she was done trying them out, when he commented that he hoped her reflexes were just as fast if things went sideways on their walk back. Raising her eyebrows, she pulled her bo staff in a way that seemed impossible - as if no time had passed - before intentionally throwing it at him. Not because she thought she would hurt him, but because if he was going to talk about her reflexes, then it was only fair to test his, “My reflexes are just fine. George.”

[lctthcdcvilout]

Matt parted his lips, about to say something in response to the other’s words before closing them. Their stories were so similar it was scary. Though in reality he wasn’t entirely sure Elektra was dead this time. It seemed silly but a part of him felt as though he would know if she was truly gone. At the Canary’s question, he tilted his head away and his jaw tightened. Thinking back to the night when he had believed he had lost Elektra for good. When he had heard the finally few beats of her heart before he got up and finished the fight with The Hand with Frank Castles help. “She was killed and from what I know - resurrected, and it was her…I think or a part of her was still hidden beneath the surface. I didn’t really have much time to figure it out before I lost her again-..." At the woman's next few words, Matt gave a nod of his head. "Yeah-...to be honest, it is kind of scary how similar our stories are." At the new name his brows furrowed amusingly underneath his mask, "Why George?"

"Oh-...honestly I'm not really familiar with the term so I wasn't sure. If it is someone who has abilities most other humans don't - then yeah I guess you could classify me as a metahuman. Never really labeled myself though." Matt laughed at her response and shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe not, but if I do find one - I'm not going to tell you. I imagine you'd try to mask it." After he mentioned The Hand, he focused his attention on trying to get some sort of read off of the other. If she had any sort of reaction to the name, whether it be anger or anxiety. Yet her heart rate remained mostly unchanged. "Same for the Hand. I haven't heard much of them, so I'm hopeful they are destroyed. Nearly destroyed the city the last time they were here."

The hint of a pout formed on Matt's lips when his billy clubs weren't immediately returned back to him. When he heard the subtle sound of metal sliding across fabric and something flying through the air towards him, he quickly reached out and his hands wrapped around the object the woman threw his way. "So are mine," he retorted, before his other gloved hand ran across the long staff. "Well now that we are both armed, warehouses are this way-..." he told her nodding to his right before heading in that direction.

[setitallaflame]

“Matthew, you have felt every inch of me,” Elektra countered with ease, “You know that they all would, and they’d do it with a smile on their face.” Then he was promising her that what he had initiated in the alleyway - the thought of which had her heart beating faster, and she hoped he heard it - was just the start, and she smirked, “I’m going to hold you to that promise.” After that he was folding up his cane, but he refused to break contact with her - to pull away from her for a second. She understood the sentiment. They’d spent so many months apart, she didn’t want to let go of him, either. Hell, she could’ve spent the rest of their downtime together in that alleyway, but that would’ve - no doubt - attracted attention. They were nothing if not passionate. That made the smirk on her lips turn into a wicked grin as she continued to walk alongside him.

Then she was boasting about her gift-giving abilities before admitting that, while she could recognize quality, she hadn’t had a lot of hot chocolate to compare to whatever she had with him now. He nodded in response, and then his mind seemed to go somewhere else for a moment. To a memory, which had her curling into him as she gently asked, “What are you thinking about?” Because while Elektra hadn’t had much of a life, Matthew had. However, with that life, had come a lot of loss. So it stood to reason that - even if the memory was a happy one, which she assumed it was if it involved hot chocolate or Christmas in some way - it also involved mourning. After that, he was hesitantly letting go of her arm to the open the door for her. She thanked him, waiting him for join her, and she reached out for him right as he was reaching out for her. A soft sigh escaped her lips at the contact before she resumed teasing him, “I’d like to think that your standards for coffee are higher than your standards for alcohol, but I suppose I’m about to find out. Supposed to be very sugary, right? Lots of whipped cream? Sometimes other toppings, too?” It was clear that she was very much talking about seeing it vs. experiencing it herself. “And what other Christmas festivities will we be partaking in?”

[lctthcdcvilout]

Matt pursed his lips at Elektra's words, knowing how much truth the statement held. He followed her words up with a small shrug of his shoulders. "Yeah what a bunch of foolish men we are-..." he joked, though they both knew he wouldn't hesitate putting himself in harms way if it meant protecting her. His lips relaxed into a small smile as she continued on. "I'm a man of my word." The promises they had made to each other the last night they were together, he had stuck to. He hadn't been with anyone else, and he had managed to keep himself alive. The former being the far easier task of the two. Matt noticed Elektra’s elevated heart rate and could only imagine where her mind had wondered of too. It took just about all of his will power to keep from continuing their activities in the alleyway or from suggesting they head back to his place - but that wasn’t all their relationship should be. As much as they both enjoyed exploring one another’s bodies. They had barely spoken in the months Elektra had been gone, and in the times they had - their conversations were very brief. Matt wanted to catch up and see how she was doing. Have a normal conversation as opposed to their usual habit of constantly being on the move.

“Just thinking of back in the day when I drank hot cocoa more regularly and didn’t need five or six cups of coffee to make it through the day,” Matt admitted with a laugh. That was what came with being an adult; well that and leading a double life. Though even when exhaustion crept in; when he had work piled up on top of his nightly activities, he did not regret the life he led one bit. As the saying usually went: ‘he would sleep when he was dead.’ When the distance closed between them once again, Matt leaned into Elektra, and rolled his eyes underneath his glasses at her words. “Well it isn’t Dubai chocolate if that is what you are expecting - but it’s better than milk chocolate. I work within my means, while also being fully aware that most if not all of my actions are going to be judged by someone,” he responded, tilting his head in her direction and smiling at her. “I usually just get whip cream but yeah - peppermint, cinnamon, probably a lid of other things these days. Sometimes though- less is more, you know?” As they stopped walking just in front of the counter, Matt waited to be addressed by the barista on the other side and ordered himself a hot chocolate with whipped cream. Once Elektra finished ordering, he responded to her last question. “ Well we could walk in the park, I’m sure they’ve got the trees decorated. Maybe even stop by the pond they’ve probably turned into an ice rink. You ever been ice skating?”

[setitallaflame]

“If you’ve been paying attention at all, you know that I have never once broken anything to get into your apartment; I’m far too skilled for that,” Elektra countered before her tone softened, “And I don’t need a key for this to be my home. I don’t need this apartment or the stock of expensive liquor I’ve bought you or this bed, either.” Although, she had to admit, she’d come to associate this place and everything in it with comfort. Ironic, given the lifestyle she led as Elektra Natchios, but it was true. She felt the most comfort - the most safety here, in Matthew’s apartment. However, it all ultimately came down to, “I just need you. You are my home now. And that is only more evident every time I leave. I feel a need to return in a way that I never have before. Places have always been places to me, there was never this sort of attachment, this sort of yearning. Now... I count down the minutes.”

After that she was ‘helping’ and helping him to take off shirt before she pressed a kiss over his heart. At his question, she admitted, “Maybe when I was taking off your shirt, but the kiss... No. You listen to my heart all the time. And you move, you manipulate your hands in ways so that you can feel my heartbeat. At my neck, my chest, my wrists. I wanted to feel yours, too.” It was a comfort, a relief, a reassurance - especially with the current state of everything. And it was also her way of letting him know she loved him without saying the words. After that, she was helping him to take off his pants and to get under the blankets before stripping off her own clothing, leaving her in her underwear and a tank top. She slid in beside him, facing him so that she could lay her head on his chest, “Whether we realized it or not, we started our lives together a long time ago. But you’re right; removing the sword of Damocles from above our heads would certainly be nice. Then we could - just live. I’ve never had that. Not sure I would even know what to do with it. However - alongside the chaos that we both choose - I want it. I want to try. With you.”

[lctthcdcvilout]

Matt rolled his eyes and smiled at Elektra’s response. “You are…Fine, how about unlawful entering of another’s apartment, with the intent of tossing all my beer in the trash. That I could for sure win a case on,” he teased, before his playful smile turned into one of pure joy at the woman’s next few words. “You are my home too. I may live and love New York, but my heart follows wherever you go.” After the words left his lips, Matt’s nose scrunched up slightly in embarrassment. “Too sappy?” he said more as a rhetorical question than one he actually expected Elektra to answer. Though it seemed she was just as much in her feelings as he was his own. Which for her was rare occurrence. Not that he blamed her; with the life she led, he imagined she hardly had time to let her emotions free - needing to keep a clear mind so she didn’t slip up. He was glad that now after all these years though, it seemed as though she felt comfortable in allowing herself to let those walls crumble down, at least when she was around him.

The smile never faded as Elektra continued to respond to his words. He rested his head against his own pillow, an arm reaching out to rest behind the woman's head when he felt the bed shift and her lying down next to him. When her head rested against his bare chest, Matt brought his hand up to run through her hair as he took a deep breath in; enjoying this rare moment of peace between the two, but also breathing Elektra in. The smell of soap from her last shower mixed in with her favorite perfume and the wine they had been sharing not too long ago. He didn't know when he would see her again after tonight and as hopeful as he was that he would wake up in the morning with her still by his side - he knew that was wishful thinking. So he wanted to remember everything about this moment to hold on to until their next time together. "We could still protect the city together. Get our fair share of chaos together that way-..." Matt paused for a moment, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth between continuing on. "Do you ever think about our last conversation-...at Sweeney's house." They had joked about settling down, about having kids and living a somewhat normal life. "I wouldn't mind making that a reality-...someday. If you wanted it too."

[huntresscaraquinn]

[TXT 4]: I’m so sorry.

[TXT 4]: This - obviously - wasn’t meant for you. I apologize for the interruption.

[TXT 4]: And not stupid so much as dangerous, which comes with the job. But not one that I need a lawyer for.

[lctthcdcvilout]

[ TXT: Cara ] You aren’t interrupting.

[ TXT: Cara ] I’m used to dangerous.

[ TXT: Cara ] If you aren’t going to let me help, can you at least let me know if I should be worried about the city. More so than usual?”

[setitallaflame]

Elektra should’ve never been able to walk away from the fight. Stick had brought an army with him - some of the very same men who had surrounded her as a twelve-year-old girl, who had been told not to hold back as she took them all on - had fought her again tonight. The difference was, she was choosing to disarm. To disable. Stick saw it, called it out, mocked it. But she no longer belonged to him, she no longer fought the way he demanded her to or for his fucking war. She was fighting for Matthew. She was fighting for herself. And when she finally managed to fend them off long enough to escape, to lose them... She had one shot. She knew that, in the back of her mind, she was running on borrowed time. So she put the goal in her mind: Get home. Get to Matthew. Anything else was unacceptable. It had taken everything in her, every last ounce of fight that she had. Part of it was, admittedly, selfish. She wanted to be in their bed, in their apartment, with him. But she also wanted him to know the truth. The thought of leaving him wondering, waiting, while hours ticked by and days passed... Or, worse, Stick feeding him bullshit... No, he deserved better than that. But she made it. She told him. They were together. And now, in her unconscious state, the line she’d so narrowly escaped countless times was in front of her again. She could see it. She could reach out and touch it. In her gut, she knew that once she did, this would all end. She would die... ...A hand patted her face, a voice - one that she loved to hear call her name - did just that, and while her eyes didn’t open, she tried to reassure him, “It doesn’t hurt anymore. They can’t hurt me anymore or control me anymore. It ends with me belonging to you. It ends with me belonging to myself...”

[lctthcdcvilout]

Tears escaped Matt's eyes, even after he had tried to push them back. He ran his hand softly through Elektra's hair, trying to keep it steady as the rest of his body shook out of fear and anger. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss upon the woman's forehead, listening to her words as she spoke followed by the slow beating of her heart. "I know-..." he began to force out as air seemed unable to escape his lungs. He pulled back to look at her once more. "I'll find them and-..." he continued on, pausing when he realized he wasn't so sure what he would do once he found Stick and his men. Would he call Brett and have them arrested for whatever he could put on them, or would he take matters into his own hands? “If you have to leave me-…” he began, choking up at the thought before he cleared his throat and forced himself to continue on. “Just know that I’m going to put an end to this - to the Hand, to the Chaste, to Stick.” He ran his hand across her cheek once more before finally pulling his hand back. “And I love you.”

[lctthcdcvilout]

continued from [ x ] @setitallaflame

[ TXT: Elektra ❤️ ] Mea vita, mea lux. [ TXT: Elektra ❤️ ] Goodnight, sweetheart.

[lctthcdcvilout]

continued from [ x ] @hunteresscaraquinn

[ TXT: Cara ] Not sure I know what you are talking about. [ TXT: Cara ] But from the sounds of it, it's nothing good. [ TXT: Cara ] So before you go and do something stupid on your own, maybe let me help this time?

[setitallaflame]

[TXT Matthew]: Yes, you are. And if I thought it was stupid, I wouldn’t be asking about it.

[TXT Matthew]: I don’t know when that will be. It could be weeks or even months before I see you again. So I prefer to discuss it now.

[TXT Matthew]: The city can wait for us to finish our conversation. Please don’t do this. I thought we agreed we weren’t going to do this anymore.

[lctthcdcvilout]

[ TXT: Elektra ❤️ ] Exactly. That's my point.

[ TXT: Elektra ❤️ ] You know what I want to say, and we both know why I can't. Even if I did say it, it isn't going to change things. So what's the point?

[ TXT: Elektra ❤️ ] What I can say is that I love you.

[setitallaflame]

[TXT ☠️ ]: Pretty but not that clever.

[TXT ☠️ ]: Apparently we’re turning this into a word game.

[lctthcdcvilout]

[ TXT ?? ]: That doesn't help me much.

[ TXT ?? ]: Which I suck at, so I'm going to either need a better hint than that one or you can just tell me who you are.

[setitallaflame]

Closed starter for @xcapereality aka Papa Frank

Reagan teleported to a side street and bumped right into a man. And of course she was scared of what he would do, of how he would respond, but she had bigger problems. Somehow, someway, Sentinel Services drones kept finding her. Speaking of...

...she barely had a chance to catch her breath before another one appeared in the sky above her. Her chin dipped down, and she brought her hands up, and she telekinetically pulled with everything she had. The drones were well-built. Powerful. Made to withstand a lot. But she ripped it in half, leaving sparks flying as it crashed into the concrete.

[lctthcdcvilout]

Frank had his sweatshirt hood pulled up over his head, his eyes angled towards the ground but his ear listening out for anyone that might catch site of him and recognize who he was. He had run out of food at his place and given he hadn't talked to much of anyone these last few months - there wasn't anyone he could ask to bring him rations. Not that he would want to put any one else at risk for him anyways. He had been nearing the end of the alleyway; that led to one of few bodega's whose owner he trusted to not rat him out, when he felt someone bump into him.

A grimace formed on Frank's lips as he reached for his gun that was tucked away in the waist band of his jeans. He spun around, his gaze softening as he saw the person behind him - who from the looks of it meant him no harm. That was until he witnessed what she did next. Frank's hand remained on the gun as he watched the drone come crashing down onto the ground between them. He took a step back, assessing the scene in front of him. He hadn't heard the person that now stood front of him approach, though maybe that had something to do with the abilities he just saw her use.

"That thing after you or me?" Frank asked after a long moment of silence as he nodded to the object that sparked on the ground.

[setitallaflame]

“I hate this city,” Reagan murmured to herself. She knew it wasn’t the city itself. She was actually a city girl through and through, and had yet to visit one she didn’t like. But this was the city where government agents attacked an old, abandoned building full of mutants in hiding. Mutants that weren’t doing anything wrong, that weren’t hurting anyone, that just needed a place to lay low - to be safe. And instead - without warning or even an offer to peacefully surrender - they were gunned down. Ryder was gunned down. That’s what she heard - that’s what she felt in this city. Gunfire. Death. She shook her head in an attempt to dispel it all, to focus on the current problem at hand, namely that she’d teleported into a lawyer’s office of all places. Her brow then furrowed in confusion as he seemed to have no idea what she was talking about, making some comment about clean air. “I’d say I’m surprised you haven’t heard of them, but they rarely go to court. And when they do, they’re never convicted.” She paused before adding, “They’re a hate group - ‘purifying’ the world of mutants. And they’re everywhere tonight. I don’t know what’s going on. They used to be the type to scare mutants out of town, to beat them up. Now suddenly they’re more organized, have access to insane amounts of weapons. I didn’t have time to think, I just needed to get out of dodge...”

[lctthcdcvilout]

The words that left the woman's lips were like a punch to the gut for Matt. Of course everyone was allowed to have their opinions, and this city wasn't for everyone - but it didn't mean the distaste for it just rolled off his shoulders. After all, he loved this city - it made him who he was. Though he supposed she had a reason for it, everyone that hated it did. He wasn't about to pressure her for an explanation, especially given there seemed to be more important matters at hand - like who the purifiers were and what exactly she was running from. "Sounds like a few people I know...but know I haven't heard of them." Once upon a time, before he had become Daredevil - he kept up with every single case that came through this city. Now though - he had become too preoccupied with Fisk and The Hand, that things slipped through the cracks. "This law firm usually handles smaller cases - so depending on who these people are - the case might never have passed through the office." At her explanation of who they were, Matt's jaw tightened. "Not sure what your aversion to lawyers is - but I can assure you your safer in here with me than out there with them." Matt paused for a moment, ears focusing in on the sound of the streets below the office. "We can forget about my curiosity for now, but were you with anyone else - is there anyone else like you that is in immediate danger right now?"

[xxdrixx]

@darlingshane ONE LAST KILL COUNTDOWN | Day 28: "Favourite quote" My fav Frank quotes

[sxendrall]

Sad Matt Murdock ⤿ S3