#blindmat

[multimuseofmadness]

Peter Parker and Matt Murdock

@blindmat

Spider-man hung upside down over something that chilled him to the bone.  There were cages filled with children and young adults, each of them to be sent off for the sex trade.  It chilled Peter’s heart.  These people were younger than his own eighteen years.  It filled him with anger.  And now that May was dead and the world didn’t know he was Peter Parker...

He acted quickly.

He took out guns, and criminals, and almost wished he could stand there with blood surrounding him.  Their blood.

But he couldn’t get bitter.  He couldn’t let anger take hold of him.

His ‘Peter Tingle’ alerted him that there was another coming towards him, and he turned his head to see the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

“We need to free them.”

[realmofthegods]

@blindmat

Elenora had been in the city less then a week when she found the perfect apartment for her to live in. She had everything she needed shipped over from the UK and she was finally starting a fresh. America offered her more in ways of her line of work even if most of it was online now.

But she knew no-one here, so it meant that she had to move all her stuff up to her apartment all by herself. She was down to the last couple boxes which happened to be some of the heaviest holding some of her computer set up and she had just about reached the door when she tripped over causing the box to smash against the ground as she tried to steady herself.

"Fucking hell." she muttered up as she moved her way over to pick up the box. "I bet your broken aren't you. That's just great."

[moved2stcrmymuses]

Starter for @blindmat

Steve was little nervous. Okay a lot of things mad him nervous. But he woke up in different country all together. This never happen to him and he was well confused. What was even more confusing was the card in his pocket, Nelson and Murdock. A lawyer? He found himself heading to the address and standing at the door. Should he knock? Should I just go home? Should he actually open the door. Honestly Steve didn't know. Marc who wasn't very useful wasn't talking to him. At least no Egyptian gods were there..

[solarsought]

Rogue shrugs at Daredevil but Red? Oh she likes Red a lot that’s the one that she will use for him. “Alright Red then I suppose that’s what I’ll call ya.” She figures it’s best to leave names out of this. Someone could slip up and say a name at the wrong time so it was just safer that way. She laughs, “Oh come on now, sugar. You’ve got a cute smile and you do stuff like save people from muggers. Pair that with being Catholic and a lawyer? Well if my momma would’ve heard that description she would be all but demanding I bring you home you’re every southern mama’s dream.” Her mom didn’t care enough they hadn’t spoken since she had left home years ago but he didn’t need to hear that. “That to me is all the requirements of a sweet boy.”

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[shieldagentnatasharomanoff]

"i forgive you."

"You... What?" Natasha looked up at Matt her eyes wide. "Just like this? No consequences? This isn't... You shouldn't." She didn't know how to handle this. "I shot you. When you tried to stop me from going after king pin... He is working with former KGB associates and there was nothing but rage... I'm sorry, I really am and I don't deserve your forgiveness."

[soviet-ghost-story]

“The only thing standing between you and a better life is you. The only thing standing in my way was hate.”

Bucky didn't make it a habit of frequenting Hell's Kitchen - it wasn't his turf - not that he had turf - and it was a bit of a jaunt from his usual Brooklyn stomping grounds. But some personal matters had found him in this part of Manhattan at night, and he'd wound up following a remaining HYDRA operative in the area - where he'd promptly ended the threat in the back of a dark alley. He didn't often make it a habit of taking part in straight up vigilante justice - but when it came to HYDRA, his blood burned hotly for vengeance, justice - the removal of glorified Nazis from existence. He'd not expected to run into the Devil of Hell's Kitchen - but he knew the name. He looked over his shoulder at his new guest, aware that he was treading on Daredevil's ground. "Hey. I'm not here to cause trouble," he murmured, and raised his hands. "I'm just taking care of some unfinished business and I'll be on my way." He glanced down at the deceased operative at his feet, and breathed out. HYDRA was an Avengers level threat - and he refused to let them fester right under his nose. It was...intensely personal for him. But the Devil was wrong if he thought this wasn't about hate. It was about hate, and restitution, and pain. "Think you're wrong, though. There's always been more than just myself standing in my way of a better life. Not sure if you read the papers, pal."

[solarsought]

Right she had done that, anything to fit in and make it all seem real. She totally wasn’t from another universe, totally not actually Fran Murdock. They would never find out she would just help them out however she could until she was able to go home. She looks at Foggy with a smile, waving at him before she looks at Matt again. “You’re serious? Oh my gosh that’s so great. Well I take my classes on Mondays but other than that I’m all yours whatever you need.” She would just go hide out in a park or something on Mondays. Maybe she would even sit in the back of some classes who knows. “Thank you so much I won’t let you down. I mean it this is so awesome.”

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[solarsought]

“She isn’t sure when she’ll be back she wanted that to be known in case anyone came in.” Antonia explains as she looks him over trying to figure out what was wrong she had a few guesses but wasn’t sure where to start without asking. “If you can handle it without her that’s your business but I could help. I have a break in five minutes. There’s a stairwell to your left stairwell navy is what it had on the plaque. No one uses it so it would be private. If not then I’ll text Claire and tell her that you were here.”

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