#d:matt

[unstoppcblewasp]

@notdaredcvil

By necessity, Nadia had always been good at looking on the bright side. If she let pessimism win out, she would have never survived as long as she had in the Red Room, would have never found the will to break free, wouldn’t have known what to do with herself once she had. If you couldn’t see the good in things, then things weren’t worth seeing. It was a simple fact, one Nadia had always been well aware of. It was why she was grinning as she sat across from her immigration lawyer, looking none too concerned at the fact that they were far from figuring out a concrete way to prove that her father had been an American citizen in order to keep her in the country.

“This doesn’t really seem important right now, does it?” Nadia leaned forward in her chair, resting her elbows on the lawyer’s desk and putting her chin in her hand. “We already found the loophole! That’s what lawyering is about, yes? Loopholes! Ours is foolproof, Mr. Modok. They can’t deport me if there is nowhere to deport me to!” If there was a bright side to New York having been separated from the world at large, it was this. Nadia couldn’t be sent back to Russia if no one knew how to get her there.

[queenserena]

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Do you want my skittles

And your marshmallows too. You know I enjoy how fast it melts in my mouth.

[cftorch]

@notdaredcvil

For all the warnings his friends and sister had saddled him with, Johnny found that his father wasn’t a difficult house guest. He didn’t complain about sleeping  on the crusty old couch Johnny had snagged from Aunt Marygay’s years ago after the woman’s death, didn’t eat the leftovers Johnny had marked as his in the fridge, and didn’t complain when Johnny turned off the football game in favor of a Twins Peak marathon. He was, in fact, a better guest than Johnny was  when he  stayed with Peter and MJ.

Somehow, that didn’t make living with him any easier. In fact, finding that he liked having Franklin around somehow freaked Johnny out even more, and he was really glad he had the ability to occasionally go for an evening fly to clear his mind. He was so lost in thought as he soared through the air that he nearly missed a fight on a nearby rooftop. Luckily, Johnny caught sight of it just  before  he flew by. If a flight would keep his mind off his father, a fight would do it better.

Landing in the center of the roof, he observed to situation for a moment. Dude in a red costume with horns (horns!) on his head facing off against honest to god ninjas? Must be New York. “Hey, you’re the devil dude, aren’t you?” He greeted, all feigned confidence and plastered on smiles. “How’s it going? I like your ninjas. Classic. Can I set one on fire?”

[hcwkguys]

@notdaredcvil

Sometimes, Clint figured he was a pretty lucky guy. He’d somehow secured himself a spot on one of the most respected superhero teams, despite his lack of real abilities. He had an incredible wife who supported him and loved him unconditionally. He had a group of baby heroes who followed him around that he’d grown pretty damn attached to. He had a great dog, a great place to live, awesome neighbors... Really, there were days when he figured he’d finally left that patented Barton luck behind him.

And then, of course, there were days like today when he reached for his coffee at the cafe just as his wife’s ex-boyfriend closed his hand around the cup. 

Yeah, maybe the Barton luck was here to say.

“Uh,” he said, clearing his throat to draw Murdock’s attention his way. The guy was blind, right? It’d be a dick move to just yank the coffee away without saying anything. “I think this one’s mine, buddy.” Maybe Murdock wouldn’t recognize his voice! Maybe this wouldn’t be the world’s most awkward encounter! Maybe a meteor would hit the Earth right now!

[hcwkguys]

@nycdevil

The night had started out all right, by Clint’s standards. He hadn’t been out to do anything in particular; he’d heard a rumor that a few of the tracksuit guys were popping back up, and he was still on the lookout for the rest of the circus, but all in all, he’d just been out doing a general sweep. 

Of course, the Strike Force had caught wind of him because Clint’s luck was still Clint’s luck, and any night that started out all right was bound to end badly. Tonight it ended, predictably, in a dumpster. 

He fell hard, landing on his back. Luckily (if one could consider falling in a dumpster lucky), the Strike Force chasing him hadn’t seen him and landed on the rooftop he’d been aiming for and continued on their way. Clint elected to stay in the dumpster a minute, totally just to make sure that they were really gone and not at all because he wasn’t sure he could get up yet. 

He wasn’t expecting someone else to fall into the dumpster on top of him, and he let out a pained cry at the sudden weight. “Uh. Occupied?” 

[silkycindys]

@manwlthoutfear

There were all kinds of different shady business dealings. There were ones that involved fudging numbers in a checkbook, a process Cindy didn’t understand at all, and then there were ones that involved ninjas. Cindy understood the ninjas, like, way better. She wasn’t entirely sure what was going on in the business side of this fight --- there’d been a monologue at one point, but she really hadn’t been listening! --- but she didn’t think it was important. The important thing was kicking some ninja ass, something she was doing all right at!

At least, until one of the ninjas chucked her off a roof.

Luckily, Cindy was a spider. She caught herself with a web, swinging back up into the action just a moment after exiting it. Apparently, she’d been gone long enough for another figure to join the fight. She smiled at the flash of red, delivering a quick punch to the nearest ninja. “Hey, Daredevil, these are my ninjas! No worries, though, we can split them. I’m gonna charge you a finder’s fee, though.”

[spidcrgwens]

@notdaredcvil

Gwen had been aware of Matt Murdock’s presence in this universe for a few months now. He seemed, for the most part, to be a mild-mannered blind lawyer who’d recently gotten a job with the DA, but he’d always seemed the same back in her universe. There was definitely something off about the guy here, too, and Gwen wasn’t just saying that because she was biased! She wasn’t sure if he was the Kingpin, but she had a sneaking suspicion that there was more to him than met the eye. It was, she decided, a job for Spider-Woman.

She wasn’t much of an investigator. Maybe she could’ve been if she listened to Jessica more often, but listening had never really been Gwen’s game! She was a doer, and tonight that meant hanging out on the roof of the DA’s office building and waiting for Murdock to leave work. He finally got out a while after the sun went down, and Gwen couldn’t help but wonder what he’d been doing inside so long after the office was technically closed. She was pretty sure it was something evil.

She followed him quietly as he walked, freezing when he stopped a few feet in front of her. It wasn’t like he could see her, so there was no sense in hiding, but she ducked into an alley anyways. Never too safe, right? Unfortunately, he appeared at the mouth of the alley only a few seconds after she’d ducked into it, and Gwen’s eyes widened under her mask. Yeah, this guy was fishy as hell! “Why are you following me?” She asked, hoping to throw him off the fact that she had actually been following him. It was totally foolproof, right?

[punishcrcastle]

@notdaredcvil

New York had always been a place that called to people who were a little... different. Frank had known it since he was a kid, had seen all sorts of people flock to the city, seen them belong against all odds. Maria used to say it was sweet, used to smile when she saw someone who was undeniably strange surrounded by friends equally as odd and nudge Frank until he acknowledged it. Frank, for his part, always grunted, nodding his head mostly so she’d quit elbowing him in the ribs. He hadn’t thought much of it; it was just how New York was.

Lately, of course, the weirdos around the city included grown people running around in colorful costumes and calling themselves superheroes. Frank did have an opinion about that, if ‘vaguely annoyed’ could be counted as an opinion. He’d be just as content ignoring them if they didn’t all seem to share in the idea that he was someone to be bothered and pestered. He wondered if Maria would think they were sweet, too. (She probably would have. She’d always had a soft spot for people who didn’t belong. She’d say it started with Frank.)

For the most part, Frank did his best to avoid the hero types. They all seemed to come equipped with lectures, and he was never in the mood for that sort of thing. Sometimes, though, they found him. He was putting his rifle away after a job, preparing to move on to another part of the city for something a little more hands on when he heard footsteps approaching. Somehow, he knew who it’d be before he turned around and he huffed out an annoyed sigh in preparation. Sure enough, there was Daredevil, goddamn horns and all, leveling Frank with what he was sure was an entirely disapproving look from behind his mask. “You’re late,” he observed, shoving his rifle into his duffel piece by piece. “This mean we can skip the goddamn morality lecture? You’ve gotta have better things to do. Devil’s supposed to be in charge of demons, right?” Frank hadn’t been concerned with the demons flying around himself, but a lot of people were, which seemed like the sort of thing Murdock’d be worried about.