VIGILANTES & VILAIN — STARTERPACK
how do you meet each other + headcanons (x fem!reader) featuring! : DAREDEVIL , BULLSEYE, THE PUNISHER
A/N : i think you could tell who's my fav in this trio with the way i write em... excuse the grammatical mistakes. also note that for the bullseye part i had in mind more Lester than Benjamin, but that not really impacting the story so…
DAREDEVIL | MATTHEW MURDOCK
being the author of a popular fanzine about daredevil made you exposed to any kinds of threat,
even tho you were anonymous, hiding behind a username. the kingpin and all the panoply of vilains from nyc had many, plenty of times targeted you.
oh you were aware, but nothing big really happened to you. the kingpin and his allies had tried to shut you down : first by sending their puppets to threaten you, secondly censoring your work, and then speaking up about the danger of the vigilantes and their horrific propaganda that is tearing apart the city.
it never get more far than people following you and silently threatening you by scaring you.
it was like something or— someone was protecting your back.
because your work catch everyone attention.
from the teenagers who’s excitedly read about the monthly classement of daredevil suits and debating to which issues of your work they prefer,
to a blind guy who’s protecting in the shadow a young woman since a month ago now; wandering why on earth she could have made herself the enemy of all hell’s kitchen vilains ?
but since he know that the girl he protect every nights is the author of this fanzine. he refuse to enter in any contact with you,
perhaps scared of making your life twice worse and ending up to you killed to be one : an acquaintance of daredevil. and two : a spreader of vigilantism.
or maybe it was selfishness. because matt loved to observe you from afar,
the constant smell of ink stinking up your clothes,
the way you tried to be the most discret at night when you go out to stick your posters on the metro wall and putting in every corner of hell’s kitchen your silly colorful fanzine.
how you have an eye for every details. how coincidentally your work have plenty of textures not knowing that the man you do it for is actually blind.
daredevil love the way you act, and he the way you live. chaotic, colorful and ditzy. you.
he yearn for you. matt want so bad to be part of your life, your daily life.
and he know that you would love that too. you seem to understand every facet of him beside you never meet him,
it have to be fate. right?
matt couldn’t take again a month knowing you from afar. he want to know you as much as you know daredevil.
even if it means putting you in more danger.
at the end of the day he will be there for you, so it’s not selfishness is it?
—on a rainy night daredevil was busy at the other side of hell’s kitchen. a serious affair. matt could feel everything, his sharpen senses awakened as ever, he could ear every single sound that this neighborhood could make.
but as like a reflex, his hearing choose to hear one thing beyond everything else : your scream.
his body, without thinking make his way the faster he could to you. running from rooftop to rooftop.
he prayed to god for a situation that would make him bump into you, but not one of that kind…
arriving, he could feel you stuck in a dark alley blocked by thugs, one of them pulling your hair and have his knife on your throat.
"see sweetheart what you make us do? sad that you choose to be on the vigilante side, you could have made a perfect ally for the kingpin— and now look at how it’s going to end— my knife in your pretty throat-"
daredevil couldn’t listen to more, he rapidly handle the situation. thanks to his billy club, his strong fists and also his intimidating alter ego.
now all of them beaten and surely unable to walk for the next months, daredevil has his back turn to you. catching his breath,
calming himself by your signature scent and your living heartbeat.
"thank you," your sudden voice take him off guard,
facing you now, he couldn’t see you but he feel that you were slowly getting over the situation.
"you shouldn’t be out at night. " he said, trying to make his voice less intimidating to you. but still firm.
in which you let it out a small chuckle, now slightly smiling and staring at him with no shame.
"well, it is your duty isn’t it? to protect the innocent,"
"you right." oh matt tried his best to keep a serious face but the small smirk coming trough his lips couldn’t be stopped.
you were cocky and he liked that.
Daredevil who! at first tried to dissuade you from doing your amazing work because it’s eating him alive the fact that you’re targeted by everyone in this city.
Daredevil who! but then, by night invite himself at your place to give you ideas for your next issue, then a week later stumble into your place indigned of what you wrote making him worry about your safety as always.
Daredevil who! is the most indecisive and maybe selfish man you may know ???
Daredevil who! won’t admit it that everything you do touches him, because you seem to get him so much!
Daredevil who! try so hard day and night not to think about you when all he can smell is the scent of the ink from your work everywhere in Hell’s Kitchen, and hear your mumbles from afar about his latest vigilante action.
Matt who! adore when foggy bring your newest fanzine at the office then with karen they pass half an hour analyzing each details
Matt who! secretly collect from foggy your issues but won’t admit it to you.
WHAT IF… in a RELATIONSHIP
Matt who! even after he reveal his identity to you think it’s cute but not necessary from you to add more textures and texts in braille in your work since he’s a special blind guy…
but still you insist to do so, for one : including disabled people
and two : it’s kinda your secret love language
Matt who! would cry, because you accept both of his sides and still choose to support him
BULLSEYE | LESTER & BENJAMIN POINDEXTER
today was a bad day to be a citizen of new york city and surely more to be an assassin.
nyc got blessed with an awful weather,
he got stood up by the mafia member he dealing with, well used to.
and by seeking him and his fellow men, bullseye got trapped in a ambush by them.
of course he killed most of them until they surrendered. because if he murder all of the mafia who will pay him?
with the money of who— he will repair his suit ?!—huh.
bullseye as always had given a breath taking performance of his ability to aim perfectly in a horrific way.
he miss not a single target. of course, he never miss.
but the thing is, he’s not bulletproof nor fireproof. which is why he ended up with a torn suit, and a bitchy attitude.
as the day pass the sky cleared, he wandered through the city all day searching of something to pep himself up.
murdering a couple by sitting in the tree of the park,
trying the new chinese fast food nearby, …no
none of these thing were making him happy.
walking trough a dirty alley, he wondered how he will manage to repair his suit.
the next week he have a job to eliminate a new upcoming politician that fisk is considering as a threat for his mayor campaign.
the kingpin had promised him a good price for this mission,
beside it is not the first nor the last time bullseye work for him, so fisk usually spoil him with fair sum.
enough for him and maybe if he was a normal man with a decent girl to go with on vacation?, buying a penthouse or even a private beach.
stopping to the corner of the street, his eyes wandering in the void with a cigarette on his lips, bullseye thoughts got interupted by the muffled sounds of girls talking and the noise of machines.
small machine, doing the sound of a mini SMG.—
eyeing his environment, he jumped on the nearest rooftop to see.
he did not think much of why he did that, perhaps it was his subconscious mind trying to cheer up his day.
furrowing his brows, cigarette now between his finger, he watch the view in front of him.
girls chatting near the window,
others cutting and assembling pieces of tissues on manequins,
and one girl back facing him working on a sewing machine.
mostly young women studying here, vulnerable, easy targets to effraid which means to— exloit?
yes he will definitely cause chaos just for his own cause.
—walking around the building, he chooses to make his great entrance into the back window.
a huge window, easy to open enough for him to be dramatic.
throwing his cigarette in a fast way that the thing had the impact of a bullet on the window, making it fissures then break.
the girls got surprised, they yelp to the sound.
then screamed when they saw him leaning on one side of the wall as if he didn’t climb (jump) a three story building.
"oh my god what happened?!," he could hear mutter as he again lazily look to his environment, enjoying.
"who is he ?—shut up it’s bullseye!, run!"
few of them wandered who he was still in shock,
while most of the girls panicked and tried to run away, like they wanted to— ruin the moment?
they are not funny bullseye thought, he hadn’t even talk they run. that not fair of them.
like a reflex he arm himself with the stuffs of the room.
he did not plan to kill them he swear, is they had reacted in a different way they’ll live!
and they did not let him talk! hundred percent deserved.
naturally he let none of the girls alive, each moving target got eliminated thanks to his amazing sight!—
up on a table he could hear the badly muffled sound of someone miserably crying.
between his fingers, the last set of needles waiting to be used his own way
bullseye jumped to the ground like a cat, he felt seen but definitely not threatened.
whistling a melody he heard previously today,
and playing with the needles;
then he found his last target causing all this little ruckus :
the girl who were working on the sewing machine.
now below her working table as if it was protecting her from him.
she sniffed again, looking at him with her hands up
slowly making her way out of the table,
he chuckle, smirking to the view
"sniff—uh- please- do not hu-hurt me-"
tilting his head to the side as if he tried subconsciously again to appear less intimidating and at her height.
still with his grin, he let her words wandered through the room as he was thinking to what to say.
because after all, he just wanted to have fun while having a free opportunity to stitch his suit right?
and this girl standing in front of him,
as small she was looking right now with her little sad eyes and pouting lips was definitely cute.
naive to think he could let her live,
but innocent of who he was.
"shh, sweetie it’s okay" bullseye mutter to her, pulling a tissu from his pocket and holding to her
she jump and stiffen to his action, clearly intimidated of him.
bullseye pupils could be seen dilating, oh he enjoys that.
you took the tissu glancing down from it to him,
"wipe those sad tears from your lovely face won’t you-huh? and may i ask you a service ?"
« may i ask you » as if he was giving you the choice to refuse whatever he wants to do to you.
you feared the worst, trying to dry your face without stopping looking at him as if you do he will throw theses needles in the depths of your eyeballs.
you could hear your heart beating faster as the silence took place in the room
your body tremble of fear.
but his was relaxed, his eyes was looking behind you and you could almost heard his thoughts.
he seems to have a discussion in his head,
"do you own one of these at your place ?" his voice cutting the air
all you could manage to say was : "huh?… wh-what?—".
your head tilt to what he was talking about, « uh, yes i do- sir »
you tried to calm your mind by breathing slowly, in no other universes you could guess what will happen in the next hours.
"got a dirty deal today, mind if i come to your pretty house and you use your delicates hands to stitch up my suit ?"
not a terrible day after all.
Bullseye who! after this day would occasionally come again to repair the smallest hole on his suit just to have an excuse to see you
Bullseye who! will manipulate you so you will keep your mouth shut,
like you had planned to denounce him… and he know how to break you, so in few weeks you’ll be all for him
Bullseye who! is unsure why he want you and your attention, because in the beginning, your interactions are just distractions to keep his mood cheer up,
to make him avoid doing more mess he’s already doing.
Bullseye who! at the beginning the only purpose of this relationship was just to please him,
to play with you like all his previous targets
Bullseye who! is mesmerized by your nature that it attract him more and more to you
WHAT IF… in a RELATIONSHIP
Bullseye who! do not love. no, he’s incapable of that but will make your love relationship work in a twisted way
Bullseye who! at the end of your college year would incite you to work with him— well, to accompany him everywhere he goes
Bullseye who! will still manipulate, and use you for his own purposes and gain
Bullseye who! make you at 100% dependent on him,
with his work he can literally become millionaire so… trust him please!
Bullseye who! won’t show you that he care about you by words but with services, aftercare and late at night sleepy hugs after sex.
Bullseye who! is definitely only gentle with you when both of you are vulnerable,
after a rough night of sex,
and when he have enough free time for him that it make him feel like he’s a normal dude with his girl living in a expensive apartment.
THE PUNISHER | FRANK CASTLE
coming in america especially new york city while not being able to talk properly english, was complicated.
it is not like you did not spoke english! yes you do,
you used to have the best grades in this class back in high school,
you have a pretty good level tho,
and you can take a full detailed discution but… in your head only
it’s like you’re tongue-tied whenever you open your mouth.
you refused to live all your life like that! and this year is your year!
after you passed your final college examens, gathering your guts, you made the right and bold decision to go on a internship in nyc
since then everything was perfect,
you booked your small apartment in the neighborhood of hell’s kitchen
and— you lost your travel bag.
oh this wasn’t fine, because it put you in a.. awkward position ?
now standing in front of a annoyed service agent, you tried to explain yourself but she kept interrupting you
"miss you gotta be more clear, this is not possible that our company lost your bag. beside if in the following days we find it we will contact you-"
"n-no you don’t understand, i had-have ? everything in it! like, my—cards…credit card and—"
you tried to resonate her multiple times but she kept replying at you with that condescending attitude.
it was pissing you off, oh you were upset and a lot.
"you know what-, this company sucks i’m not gonna continue to talk with a nasty agent!"
with that, you decided to camp at the exterior of the airport to calm you down and…wait for your baggage to luckily pop up
because not many options were offered to you.
in your confortable outfit, hoodie on, only your purse at your side and wired headphones on your ears
eyes looking forward, zoning out.
silently reconsidering your choices in life and your brain blank
it was impossible to you to get in your apartment since your id card is in your missing bag as long with your credit card.
impossible to sleep in a confortable bed tonight,
nice, your first night in nyc sleeping under the stars-
"hum.. miss- excuse me to bother you,"
surprised by the man calling you out, ripping those wired headphones from your ears
you starred at him with round eyes, mouth slightly open and unconsciously analyzing him
tall, buzz cut, tight face with a crocked nose and a uniform— a solider ?
"uh—yes may i help you sir?" you managed to say
why on earth a (fine) military guy would be talking to you? wait— he’s from the navy. what have you done?
was your punishment for yelling to the agent previously?— it’s so over-
he had a card in his hand but you cannot see properly; then he dictate your name :
"is that you?" he looked at you awkwardly,
only nodding your head you get up, now standing tall.
this was getting serious,
"well we might have something that belong to you, that accidentally ended up in our packages… follow me, shall we"
you end up walking with him throught the airport, trailing behind the man who identified himself as frank castle
you now have found your lovely bag.
—you seem more pacify but still you look lost and a bit anxious, this is what frank could tell while silently glancing at you as you were checking your stuffs.
had a small talk with you when both of you walked,
young student here alone in a big city for an internship,
he had a bit of pity for you. this was your first stressful experience from nyc and definitely not the last,
from his own experience..
since he came back from deployment, he was sure tired but the sight of you lost was enough for him to fight off the tiredness in him.
frank wanted to help you,
he was just being a good samaritan
and it was simple to convince you
maybe the fact he was in military rassured you and he was thankful for that.
saying goodbye to his comrades, he then leave with you
to help you to get acclimated to the city.
he payed the tips at the coffre shop you choosed even tho he’s not a big fan of these.
this side quest of your day that frank offered you was only to make you feel better.
discussion with you were nice, seems you are a polite, and kind girl.
beside the small language barrier, the awkward moments when he tried to understood you…
frank let himself get attached to you, and your silly way to communicate
"you sure i’m not bothering you? frank you seem tired, didn’t you finish your assignment? your family isn’t waiting for yo-" you repeated for the 3rd time,
and he, since the first time he only smile and rassures you
"don’t worry, im good. and i wanted to,"
both you end up exchanging your number, frank said that whenever you needed help he’ll be there.
but the last time you tried to call him, his number was non assigned, …
what may have happened to him ?.
You who! after two months of not hearing no news from him, tried to call the base he worked to find him?
but never succeed due to the lack of information you have of frank
You who! the only things you knew about him was that he was in the navy,
was married and had kids,
and that he despises nyc. frank only stay for his friends and wished in a future to move in a small town.
You who! wonder if the cause of his disparition was from his decision to settle somewhere else,
wanting to live a more peaceful life?, which you understood completely but were a bit sad of him telling you nothing?
You who! finally found him by randomly watching the tv news,
Frank Castle who! after loosing his family became the Punisher, making himself his own justice.
Frank Castle who! know that he got caught by the media, and got pissed that everyone attention were on him
Frank Castle who! lived in a endless spiral of horror and anger since he lost everything that when a old comrade and friend of him tried to talk to him, he repulsed him at first.
and he then understood that he couldn’t live forever like that.
Frank Castle who! heard by his friend that you tried to search him since he disappeared, and he really felt bad.
the accident happened one week after he meet you, frank feel like he abandoned you.
Frank Castle who! after days of overthinking decide to make his appearance in your life again
WHAT IF… in a RELATIONSHIP
Frank Castle who! is unable to have a relationship
Frank Castle who! after endless times of trying to repulse you finally secretly see you as an emotional support,
and would try to be the same for you.
Frank Castle who! watch you from the dark when you’re out in the city, always watching your back.
he won’t accept again someone taken from him.
Frank Castle who! will argue with you about each other decisions and actions
Frank Castle who! then try to show he care softly about you by quality time : squatting your place while you study or helping you quietly to cook late at night
and when he’s sentimental and do not think twice : hug you suddenly from behind, nuzzling his face against your neck
he won’t say anything, he’s not ready yet to accept you as a official relationship.
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