express yourself, don't repress yourself
summary: post events of s2e4 of ddba, dex and matt need some help and who other to go to than doctor mary mason
benjamin poindexter x mary mason
warnings/tags: blood & violence, body mod, r*pe mentioned/sexual a**ault mentioned, surgical procedures, deadpool cameo, torture, sub!dex, obsessive!dex, freak4freak, etc.
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Every vigilante knew of Doctor Mary Mason; they had to if they didn't want to bleed out in a dark alley. She was the resident Body Modification Doctor for the dark web, but she was also the Vigilante Sew Up Doctor for the streets.
It helped that she had a bodyguard, Lance, whom she stole from a man who had a big fat crush on her, who was very easy to manipulate. She also knew how to protect herself; she's not stupid.
She was just finishing suturing Wade Wilson, aka Deadpool, up, who insistently flirted with her, "Are you free tonight, Doll? We could really have some fun together." He wiggled his hairless eyebrows, before crinkling his nose, "Never mind, I just cringed myself out way too hard, even my daddy felt it in his grave." He giggled, “I think I just channeled my inner Gambit.” He turned to you, the reader.
"What the hell are you laughing at, you loser? Seriously, mind your own beeswax." Deadpool whined at you, rolling his eyes and looking back to Mary from where he was sitting on the metal operating table.
"Leave them alone." Mary didn't look up from where she was finishing the last stitch, tying off the wire and tugging it to knot it tightly, making Wade wince.
"Hey, easy there. I'm not made out of rocks like the Thing." Wade said and then tilted his head in thought, "Do you think his dick is made out of rocks too?"
Mary cut the extra wire off and stood up, taking off her gloves, "Probably, I feel for whoever's getting that."
Wade laughed in delight, "I knew there was a reason I liked you." He started tugging his suit back on, no doubt pulling at his stitches.
"I am not stitching you back up if you rip open those," Mary grumbled, cleaning up her tools and throwing away bloody gauze.
"Yes, you will, you love me." He sang it like a love song, swinging his feet back and forth.
"Get out of here." Mary rolled her eyes as Wade jumped down from the table.
"Bye, Dr. Mason. Bye, Readers, Happy Pride Month!!" Wade greeted happily as he slid open the garage door that were meant to be the front doors, "Bye, Lance. You should really hit me up sometime soon!"
Mary had a small fond smile on her face at his words, shaking her head. She finished cleaning up her station, her head looking up when Lance came in.
"Boss, you got a night visitor," Lance informed, hands resting relaxed at his sides.
Mary tilted her head in response, so Lance continued, "The Devil and a friend of his, the Bullseye."
A new client, Mary thought. She's patched up the Devil more than once; he's a handsome one, but Bullseye is a new one. "Let them in," Mary responded, already moving to grab the red latex gloves.
Lance nodded and turned to let the two injured men in, helping Daredevil carry Bullseye when he staggered.
"Oh, Devil, what trouble have you gotten into this time?" Mary tutted fondly, as Lance and he laid Bullseye onto the operating table, who eyed the Doctor with intrigue through his pain-filled grimace. Hm, the Bullseye was also a cute one, too, he was more of the puppy-type, Mary thought to herself.
"Sorry, Dr. Mason, for showing up unannounced. I need your help with him." Matt started, catching his breath, "He's got a gunshot wound to his side, the bullet is still inside."
"What happened?" Mary wondered, moving to grab her tools, before coming back and pushing his sleeve up his arm, revealing thick, muscled forearms. Hot, she thought to herself.
"A little pinch." She warned Bullseye as she inserted the needle for the IV into his forearm and taped it down before connecting it to the bag full of liquids and a tad bit of morphine. Bullseye watched her move smoothly throughout her workshop in reverence. She was in her element and he couldn't take his eyes off her.
"He attacked Wilson Fisk at his boxing fight, and managed to kill Vanessa Fisk in exchange for Foggy," Matt explained, taking his cowl off as he sat down in Mary's rolling stool, with heaving breaths.
Mary didn't say anything, but she nodded as she continued working on the man under her fingers. She took off the torso of the suit and cut open the black compression shirt underneath. He was very built under, muscles and scars making up the man's build.
Bullseye smirked through the pain, "At least buy me dinner first, Doc." His words came out slurred, but his tone was amused. He didn't really need dinner first, the feeling of her red latex against his skin was lighting his skin up.
Mary rolled her eyes, "Not that easy of a girl, Poindexter." She wouldn't be who she is if she didn't know the identities of all her clients. Plus, she heard plenty from Frank when he complained about the annoying hotshot dumbass.
She cleaned the area around the bullet wound before saying, "Lance, I need you to hold him down." Lance obeyed immediately, and when Matt moved to stand, she snapped, "Sit," while pointing between him and the stool.
He didn't hesitate to sit down, looking almost like a wounded puppy. Bullseye looked thoroughly charmed.
Lance held Bullseye down by the shoulders, "This is going to hurt like hell. The morphine should kick in soon." Mary warned, but she didn't apologize. Bullseye prepared himself, taking deep breaths as he let the doctor do her work. He weirdly trusted her after seeing how well she adapted to stressful situations.
She stuck her forceps into the wound, digging around for the bullet as Bullseye let out visceral groans and painful moans, writhing against Lance's hold on him. His hands spasmed by his sides, clenching open and close as he reached for something that wasn't there.
It would be hot if it wasn't for the bullet she was digging out of him.
"Stop moving, puppy," Mary growled at the man who followed her orders like a good dog, turning limp. She finally found the bullet and removed it, placing it and the forceps in a metal bowl before pressing gauze onto the wound to stop any excessive bleeding.
Bullseye hissed at the pressure, but didn't move as Lance let his shoulders go. Once the bleeding stopped, Mary taped some gauze onto the wound, telling him, "You'll have to come back in a few days so I can surgically close the wound."
"You can't do it now?" Bullseye questioned, groggily, heaving throughout the pain, but Mary was already shaking her head.
"No, I'm leaving the wound open to prevent any deep-tissue abscesses and to allow drainage. All you have to do is keep changing the bandage and don't overexert yourself to the point that the wound starts bleeding again. Understood?" Mary explained, giving him a stern look.
Bullseye nodded, a smirk forming on his stupid lips that Mary already knows she's going to be rolling her eyes at his next words, "What exactly could I be doing to overexert myself?" He couldn’t help the playful teasing.
Before Mary could retort anything, Matt interjected, "Don't be a dumbass, Dex. She just saved your ass."
"Yes, I did, and now it's your turn. Get on the table, Murdock." Mary motioned to the other empty side of the operating table as she threw away the bloody gauze and moved to grab clean tools. He stood from the stool, limping over to pull himself up onto the table.
"You need me here, Boss?" Lance asked, he would usually be standing guard at the front doors, but he definitely didn't mind if she needed him there with the two antiheroes - well, one vigilante and other villain(?).
Mary shook her head, giving him a thin smile, "I'm alright, you head back out." She took off her gloves and then replaced them with new, clean ones, Bullseye shifting as his eyes kept wandering to her red covered hands.
“Also, if anyone else comes, tell them to go to the nearest hospital and give them my name. I’m done for the day after this.”
Lance nodded without question, closing the doors shut behind him.
She started working on Matt, under the watchful eyes of Bullseye, "Do you need me to call Potter for your suit?" Mary questioned, not looking up from her work.
Matt hesitated for a second, "I think I'm good, he'll charge extra if he learns I fucked his suit up while fighting Fisk."
Mary huffed, amusedly, "Not if I give it to him. He loves me." She finished stitching up a deep wound on his leg, covering it with a bandage. "You know the rules, Matty."
"Don't get it wet and keep it covered," Matt remarked, having remembered the first twenty times.
"Hey, just checking that the one over there didn't do too much brain damage to you." Mary chuckled, shaking her head as she took her gloves off. Dex was only slightly disappointed by the action.
"Only emotionally." Matt joked as Bullseye kept looking between the two, sitting up on the table with slow movements, trying not to jostle the IV in his arm too much.
“How’d you catch her, Murdock? She seems too good for you.” Dex retorted, just the slightest bit jealous.
Mary and Matt look at each other, exchanging a look before bursting out in laughter. Mary covered her mouth as she caught her breath, “I have never heard someone think we were in a relationship. That might just be the highlight of my day.”
“So you two aren’t…” Dex trailed off, and the two shook their head in denial. And something about that just made his mood lift. “Well, something might just be wrong with you for once, Matt.”
She snickered, “No offense, Matty, but you are not my type. And, I am way too busy for a relationship with all of my clients coming in and out.” Mary excused, putting her dirty tools in the stainless steel sink.
“What are you, some kind of doctor?” Dex wondered, gesturing to his covered wound.
“Doctor Mary Mason, at your service. I’m a surgeon, legally.” She answered truthfully.
“And, illegally?” Dex smirked, curious.
“I’m what they call a body modification doctor. You want anything modified, I can do it for a price, of course.” Mary smiled thinly, moving to grab her book of every surgery she has done, passing it over to the man who took it, very much intrigued. She made sure her ogling at his naked torso went unnoticed. There was much area to perform on, if he was open to the idea.
Dex started flipping through the pages, “Damn,” he whistled, “you’ve got a bunch of freaks, don’t you?” He flipped past the pictures of Ruby and then Grant, “Whoa, this guy actually paid to get this done?” His revolted tone made Mary turn her head from where she was washing her tools.
“No,” Mary smiled, “I did that to him.”
Matt realized which page Dex stopped at, his heart stopping at the thought of the man who took advantage of Mary even after she trusted him. It made him sick to even think about.
“What’d he do to deserve that?” He queried, tilting his head. Huh, he really does look like a puppy. A very obedient, attractive one.
“Dex-“ Matt tried to cut in, but Mary shook her head, cutting him off.
“Don’t worry, Matt.” She assured him, before speaking to Dex, “He raped me after inviting me to a party full of other male surgeons who were just as bad as him. If you keep flipping the pages, you’ll see them all in there. I needed to practice somehow.” She coyly smiled.
“Well, good riddance,” Dex smirked, catching her eye. She was truly one of a kind; he liked that about her. She was blunt and not squeamish. Well, she really couldn’t be with her job, but you get the point.
She also liked that about him; he didn’t linger on past traumas. She assumed he had his fair share of traumatic experiences.
“Great, actually.” Mary corrected.
“How do you know each other?” Dex questioned, gesturing between Mary and Matt, closing the book and passing it back to her, which she grabbed and left onto the counter, their fingers brushing briefly against each other's. She made her way to the sink and started cleaning her tools.
“Lance and I actually met first.” Matt started.
“The bodyguard?” Dex clarified, eyes trailing to the metal doors that blocked them inside.
Mary hummed in confirmation, and Matt continued, “I knew him from a gang I took down a while ago. He wasn’t hurting anyone, so I figured I’d leave him to clean his own messes, and he connected me with Mary when he found me bleeding out in an alley.”
“Then I patched him up, and he kept coming back, just like all of the other vigilantes and dumbasses out there, and in return, my name and work end up nowhere near where I can get caught, and I live my life peacefully.” Mary finished, drying her hands after she finished washing her tools, putting them back where she had taken them from, mindful of Dex’s eyes and Matt’s senses on her.
“You do this thing often?” Dex implored, little hints of aghast in his tone.
“Too often,” Mary shook her head, tutting, “I don’t mind, some of them are good company, and the others do favors for me.” She walked over to Dex, “May I?” She motioned to the wire in his arm, and at his nod, she carefully removed the tape and extracted the needle from his vein.
He liked how gentle she was being, even if it wasn’t needed, but he would love to see how rough she could get. Oh, and also if she could use that tone on him again.
She took off her black apron, folding it and setting it down onto her stool, and took her hair out of its ponytail, “Okay, well, I need to head home for the night, I have an early appointment tomorrow, well, technically today.” She said, realizing it was past midnight, the clock was almost hitting two in the morning. “And, you two, need to go.”
Matt nodded, “We’ll get out of your hair.” He heaved himself off of the table, waiting for Dex to pull himself off it too, which he did, reluctantly, grabbing the torso of his suit and shrugging it on.
“I will see you back here in two days. Matt will give you this address.” She pointed out to Dex, who nodded. “Do not pull on your wound.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Dex smirked, appreciating her bossy tone for what it was - her dominance.
“Thanks, Mary, we appreciate it.” Matt expressed his gratitude, coming closer to give her a side hug and kiss on the cheek.
“Anytime, just not too soon, alright?” Mary playfully bantered, returning his hug, and moving to grab her coat to shrug into.
“No promises. You’ll be seeing that one soon.” Matt said, almost pitifully. Dex tried not to take offense at that, rolling his eyes as he waited for them to wrap it up.
Mary snickered and walked ahead of the two, opening the door that led them to her ‘living room,’ closing the door behind them and locking it.
Dex looked around, now that he was mostly aware of his surroundings, enjoying the open area and the decorations. It was very clean and organized, probably habits from being a surgeon and needing to be clean.
She opened the front sliding doors, revealing Lance, at his post, waiting with his arms crossed in front of him. “Head on home, Lance, we’re done for the day. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She told him warmly.
Lance nodded, “See you tomorrow, Boss.” He moved to close the doors behind the three, then walked off to his car.
Mary locked the big doors and turned to the two men, “I’ll see you around, Matt. I’ll see you soon, Dex.” She smiled, faintly, before walking off, aware of the two still watching her, but she didn’t turn around. Let them watch her walk away.
“She’s something.” Dex’s voice had a hint of something in it, alerting Matt immediately.
“She’s off-limits, Dex,” Matt warned, his tone serious.
“Why? Jealous?” He shot back, irritatingly.
“No, but if you hurt her, you won’t have just me coming after you. She patches up most of the vigilantes in New York. Trust me, I’m the least of your problems.” Matt advised.
Dex smirked, “It’s a good thing I don’t plan to hurt her, plus, I’ve seen her book, I wouldn’t want to get on her bad side.” While he had an amused tone in his voice, he wasn’t joking when he was talking about her surgeries. He wouldn't do half of the things he saw in that book, and there were a lot.
Matt seemed to get that, “Good.” He left it at that, walking off, pulling his cowl back on, leaving Dex to his own thoughts.
Mary Mason was an interesting one; he couldn’t wait to see what he finds out about her.
