Specifically, Peter Parker fic recs and even more specifically, mcu civil war Peter Parker fic recs that are neither anti cap or anti iron, just about how he absolutely dog-walked Bucky and Sam. If there's a fic of Bucky and Sam's perspective on that fight, would love it.
Moreover, I want competent, bamf Peter fic recs that are, again, neither anti cap or anti iron. I would prefer it if they were also anti irondad but not anti tony.
Also also, would love some Defenders, Daredad, Deadpool etc stuff but still with avengers.
Guardian angel; Matt Murdock x teen daughter reader
*Authorâs note*
Okay this little idea randomly popped into my head over the weekend so I decided to post it up here and see what you all think. Iâve said it before and Iâll say it again, we NEED MORE DAREDAD FICS!!! Seriously this man DESERVES happiness *ted talk over*
Now the way I picture this fic is like PRE S.1 like just before the events of the first episode of the series. The early days of Matt being daredevil or in this case the Man in the Mask aka the Devil of Hellâs kitchen.Â
Warnings: fluff, some angst, teen pregnancy (protection was used but remember kids wrap it before you tap it), some chaotic religious aspects shown but not acted upon,Â
I knew I couldnât hide this forever.  It was only a matter of time before he got too suspicious or worse found out about me and AustinâsâŠ..I took a heavy breath as I bounced my leg anxiously and rubbed my hands over my face.
I heard my phone rang and across the screen was my favorite picture of Austin playing his acoustic guitar and my name for him flashed across the screen, âThe Kingâ with three heart emojis and a king emoji. Â He was asking for a Facetime which I accepted.
âHi baby.â
âThereâs my best girl.â I blushed as I ducked down.
âYou know what that nickname does to me.â
âAnd Iâll still say it an infinite amount of times just to see you get flustered every time.â
Austin Callahan, probably one of the cutest boys at St. Mariaâs Catholic School. Â Captain of the swim team and the basketball team, honor student, and the nicest guy in the world who loves listening to Elvis music as well as all the oldies rock and roll? Could there be any other dream guy?
Not only that but we had been friends since we started our High school year until just last year at homecoming, he admitted to having feelings for me as he gave me a handmade rose he made from one of the napkins (I still have it to this day in my pencil cup on my desk at home). Â From there our romance began to shine.
Of course being in a relationship, there was no hiding it from my dad. Â Well when your dad is a lawyer like Matthew Murdock of âNelson & Murdockâ obviously you canât hide anything from him. Â Believe me Iâve tried in the past and he finds out every time.
Which is why Iâve taken up residence at my all-time bff Maddieâs place. Â Itâs not much (Hellâs kitchen never is) but itâs home, nevertheless. Â The reason why Iâm sleeping over at my friendâs house almost indefinitely is becauseâIâm pregnant. Â Yep, 17 years old and Iâm pregnant just short of a month and a half.
Past couple of weeks Iâve been getting really sick, like even just the smell of Hellâs kitchenâs smog is enough to make me puke my guts out. Â I also began to realize that I hadnât gotten my period yet. Â So one day after school with Maddie at my side, we went to the local doctorâs office, told them about my symptoms and my late period and after some blood work and a pregnancy test, I came back positive.
Austin was the first person to tell and he was shocked at first but he took me by the hands, looked me in the eye and swore to me that he wasnât gonna leave me like his daddy did him and his mama. Â I was at least thankful to God above that I had the support of my friends and Austin, but the biggest hurdle was yet to come. My dad.
My dad is not just a Man of the Law, heâs also a Man of God. Not like holy religious that he beat the script of every verse of the Bible into me, or told me everyone is a sinner and everyone is going to Hell should they not repent (thank God). Â But he did raise me to be a good Catholic girl ever since my mom died of cancer when I was only 2 years old.
He told me to always be aware of my surroundings, know the temptations, and donât let anyone take advantage of you. Â And just like that I gave into temptation and now I paid the price (before you say it YES we did use protection).
âHow you feeling sweetheart? You ducked out of Chemistry class pretty quick.â
âIâd rather not relive that. I tried so hard to keep it in but that crap that Hilary was wearing as perfume became too much. I mean really thereâs a reason why you donât put on perfume in a classroom especially in a chemistry class. Canât perfume catch fire or something?â
âSome can. But that scent she claimed she bought from Paris, sheâd be a human candle if she got one knick of a Bunsen burner.â I laughed and said.
âMaddie gave me the homework for that class, god I still donât get how you can understand all that stuff.â
âItâs not that hard really. I mean, we found good chemistry right?â I rolled my eyes and told him.
âThat has literally got to be the worst cheesy pickup line Iâve ever heard.â
âCanât blame me if Iâm crazy positive about you.â
âStop!â I whined as he laughed.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry I swear Iâm done now.â He said through his adorable laughter. Â âSo you at Maddieâs again?â
âYep. Thankfully my dad seems to buy into the fact that weâre doing a project together for history class and I just keep falling asleep here.â
âWait but didnât you guys finish that project last week?â
âYeah but my dad donât need to know that.â
âBabe. How long are you gonna hide your pregnancy from him?â
âI was thinkingâŠ.maybe by the time our kidâs out of high school?â he raised his brow at me. âOkay, okay fine! IâllâŠ..Iâll tell him tomorrow after school. Willâwill you be there with me?â
âAnything to take the tension off. It took two to tango after all. Plus I met your dad before, I know heâll be okay with this.â
âI justâŠ.â I trailed off looking down at the ground sadly.
âWhat? What is it (Y/n)?â
âWhat if he doesnât?â
âBabeâŠ..â
âNo, no Austin justâjust listen for a second. Sure my dadâs cool, heâs a kickass upcoming lawyer. Heâs not embarrassing, heâs not overbearing when it comes to us being Catholic, but what if he doesnât want me anymore? Teenage pregnancies are frowned upon and as soon as I start really showing the signs, those hens are gonna cluck.â
âThen let them cluck. Itâs not any of their business. This is about us, about you. Our child. Yes weâre still kids and yeah weâre still in school just about to get into adulthood, this is our life. If you still want to have this baby, Iâm in. But if you change your mind down the line, Iâll support that too. Because weâre in this together baby girl.â
âHow did I ever get so lucky to get you as my boyfriend?â
âBelieve me, if anyoneâs lucky itâs me. How I ever managed to convince you to be my girlfriend is a miracle that only the good Lord knows.â I smiled and said to him.
âGoodnight king.â
âGânight pretty mama.â He couldnât help but say in his best Elvis impression. Â I smiled and kissed my hand before blowing him a kiss and he did the same for me before winking at me and we ended the facetime call.
âI swear the way you two talk to each other makes me want to puke out butterflies and rainbows.â Maddieâs voice said. Â I turned and she came in with some tomato soup, saltine crackers and pickles.
Another strange thing during my pregnancy is that every now and then Iâm getting these cravings for the weirdest shit. Â Like just the other day, I had sliced orange slices as a side dish for my mashed potatoes and everyone knows how much I loathe oranges (even the smell of them has made me gagged for years). Â And yet I needed them, or I guess the baby needed them.
âWell that is if your strange food combos donât make me first. You know how Iâve hated even looking at pickles.â
âI know Iâm sorry. But youâre the best for getting some for me.â I said as I took a sliced pickle and put it between two crackers and ate it like a sandwich. Â Maddie gagged and turned away as she turned on her tv and switched it to MTV to see our favorite show Ridiculousness was on.
âOhhh I love this one with Sage. The Jeremy category makes me die everytime!â I exclaimed.
âI know right! But you also canât beat when Ryan Sheckler came on the show and the animal stalkers category. That cat one still makes me think it was a weeping angel.â
âRight!? I swear all cats are the weeping angels familiars. I donât care what any whovian says prove me wrong.â I said after slurping up my soup.
âSo were you like for real about not telling your dad about the baby?â I dropped my spoon back into the bowl and set the tray aside.
âI thought you said youâd work on your snooping in on other peopleâs phone calls?â
âI did but when itâs a call this serious about my future godchild, I should have some say in it. And Austinâs right, you gotta tell your dad.â
âI know I should butâŠ..do you remember what happened when Katelyn first came out as bisexual. Her parents completely disowned her and now sheâs living with her cousin MJ in Queens. I got no other family to go to, what if my dad isnât cool withâŠ..I mean yeah Iâll have Austin and you butââ
âI get it. Really I do. Iâve seen how close you and your dad are, hell Iâd trade my dad for yours any day.â I playfully shoved her.
âYour dadâs sweet.â
âYeah sweet like a fly buzzing around me every second. Constantly in my business, wanting to look through my phone, I swear heâs the definition of a helicopter parent.â I looked down as I placed my hands over my lower abdomen where the baby was slowly growing. Â âHey,â Maddie wrapped an arm around me and I looked up at her, âYour dad loves you. Heâs not like those crazy parents weâve seen that come to preach about the Lordâs will or the End of the world. He wonât give up on you, I can just feel it.â
âI hope your right Maddie. I really hope so.â I looked at the clock and saw that it was just after 10:30pm. Â âIâm getting kinda sleepy, think Iâll turn in for the night.â
âYeah Iâm gonna head to bed myself. Night (n/n).â
âNight Mads.â We hugged each other and she went across the hall into her room while I snuggled into my bed in her sisterâs room (she had left for college in LA so itâs been used as a guestroom) and tried to get some sleep.
Time ticked by and while I was asleep and my eyes were shut, my brain was just buzzing with so many thoughts, fear and anxiety. Â I got up from the bed and opened up the window that was near the fire escape and decided I needed some fresh air.
The cold autumn night wind blew over my thin pajama bottoms. Â I almost wish I had grabbed a hoodie or her sisterâs old fleece blanket before scaling up onto the roof. Â I sat along the edge and just stared out into the city as I listened to the sounds of the sirens that passed by, the occasional stray dog barking or people shouting at each other.
âA bit cold to be up here by yourself.â A voice said behind me. I jumped out of my skin and was surprised to see the latest vigilante that had been rumored to be running around Hellâs kitchen.
Unlike the Avengers, this man is said to be brutal against his enemies. Â Unleashing his untamable wrath on the scum of Hellâs Kitchen but he never kills them (if you ask me from some of stories I hear, Iâm surprised they arenât dead).
The upper half of his face was covered with a black mask with no holes for his eyes. Â Seriously how is he able to see through that material? His whole attire was black with a skin-tight black shirt showing off every bit of muscle on his upperbody, thick black pants and black combat boots.
âComing from the guy wearing a skin-tight t-shirt.â
âYouâve got a quick wit.â
âSmart-mouth Murdock some of the kids call me at school. Thatâs why Iâm co-Captain of the debate team.â
âCo-captain? I would assume youâd be captain.â
âWell thereâs always someone clever than you, not to say he isnât a good captain but he can be an asshole at times.â He turned to me. If I could see under the mask, Iâd assume heâd be judging me for my foul language. Â âPardon my French.â
âIâve heard worse. Mind if I sit?â
âIâd assume youâd be out there knocking out bad guys. You know kicking ass and taking names.â He let out a scoffed chuckle.
âI prefer not to take names. Thatâs one difference between the Avengers and me. I would prefer my name to not be publicly known. Not for my sake but for the people around me.â
âI get that.â I replied softly. Â âI mean look at Captain America. He shouldnât even bother with a mask cause everyone knows his name. And donât get me started on Starkâs public announcement, âI am Iron-manâ. No wonder why those aliens came for us if the heroes are publicly announcing to the world âhey weâre the big and strong Avengers and you canât do anything about itâ. And next thing you know BAM! Aliens are flying in kamikaze style and nearly blowing us all to hell.â
âA bit cynical for one so young.â
âSorry. I get snippy and cynical when Iâm anxious or stressed.â
âAnd whyâs that?â
âIââ I trailed off. Â He slowly scooted closer to me and said to me in a soft assuring manner.
âIf you donât want to tell me, thatâs fine. But Iâve been told Iâm a pretty good listener. Plus with the mask you wonât get any judgmental looks from me.â I picked at my nails as well as stroking my lower abdomen with my pinkie and ring fingers.
âThe whole aspect of catholic guilt itâitâs eating me alive.â
âCatholic guilt?â
âYou donât want to hear this. This is just dumb teenage drama that all adults try to pin us with even when weâre going through some really hard and tough shit. Itâs not always just teenage drama we have our own problems that you folks donât seem to get andââ I went on a ramble until I felt him ground me by placed a hand on top of my shoulder.
âHold on now, take a deep breath.â I turned to him and even through his black mask, I could almost feel the gentleness of his eyes as he had his body fully turned to me, giving me his full attention. Â I slowly but sharply breathed in through my nose before exhaling shakily.
I did this a couple more times until they became deep, steady breaths.
âThere we go. I could hear your heart racing erratically and you were on the verge of a panic attack.â
âYouâcan you really hear a personâs heartbeat? Or are you just messing with me?â
âItâs a long story but I have enhanced senses that allows me to hear better than most.â
âWow. That is both dope and freaky at the same time.â
âI apologize if itâs invasive. I donât mean to do it on purpose.â
âCall me crazy but I believe you.â A slight smile came at the corner of his lips.
âSo shall we get back to that spill on catholic guilt?â I bowed my head.
âI was kinda hoping youâd forget about that.â
âI donât mean to push. But I just feel like you want to talk to someone about this. Someone who isnât a friend.â
âItâsâŠâŠmy dad.â
âYour dad? Wait heâhe doesnât hurt you, does he?â
âNo nothing like that. Heâs the best. I swear heâs like my best friend, well after Maddie but still heâs sweet, heâs caring, heâs compassionate. He raised me all by himself for so long that IâIâm afraid he wonât be with me anymore.â
âIâm sorry. I mean eventually we all have to die at some point in our lives. But Iâm sure that wonât be for a long, long time for your dad. Unless heâsââ
âIâm not talking about losing him to old age or cancer. Iâm talking about that heâll never speak to me again!â I snapped.
God this pregnancy already has got me so antsy that even the slightest thing in my already stressed out mind, can make me explode. He froze in his spot and it looked like his body was tense at my sudden outburst.
âJesus Christ,â I muttered burying my face into my hands.  âThe truth is IâI found out just a week ago, that IâmâŠ..Iâm a month and a half pregnant with my boyfriendâs baby.â
If I could see under his mask, Iâd bet his eyes are bulging out from underneath the satin material.
âYeah. Pregnant at 17. Go ahead and make assumptions, call me names.â
âYouâre sitting next to a guy who goes around wearing a skin-tight shirt and a mask that beats up bad guys late at night. As far as Iâm concerned, I am the last person who should be judging you.â He adjusted in his spot as he asked me, âDoes the father know?â I nodded.
âYeah. He was the first person to find out after my best friend. And heâs been nothing but supportive. Even though weâre just about to graduate high school, heâs willing to help out with anything.â
âItâs just youâre afraid to tell your own father about your pregnancy.â
âDonât get me wrong heâs a great guy. Like I said never once raised a hand to me, was fair in his punishments when I needed them. And heâs not like those so called âpreachers of Godâ that you see out in the streets proclaiming the Lordâs Will and the End of the world. Butâhe always told me to be careful especially around boys.â
âWere you careful?â
âYes! Austin had the condoms and everything! But it still happens you know.â
âNo I know. I remember my days in health class.â I shook my head shamefully.
âI justâŠ..itâs always just been me and my dad. My whole life heâs always been there for me. Whenever life got tough, no matter how busy he was, he always took the time to check up on me. Even if itâs just a quick hug or a peck on the nose before calling me his âguardian angelâ. What ifâwhat if he hates me? Or decides Iâm not his sweet guardian angel anymore but a shameful harlot of Lucifer?â
Tears stung behind my lashes and I harshly tried to wipe them away but that caused them to start falling down my face. Â I curled myself inward before choking out.
âI need him now more than ever but IâI feel like he wonât be there for me this time. That when I reach my hand out for him, heâll turn me aside and Iâll be drowning in the unknown world of parenthood. The guilt, the anxiety, forcing us to drift further and further apart from one another until IâŠ..â I sniffled and wiped more tears as well as my nose with my sleeve. âI feel so alone.â
I felt his hand gently stroke down my hair before it moved down to my back, his gloved hand rubbing soothing circles on my back.
âHe wonât abandon you. I promise.â
âYou canât promise that.â
âYes I can.â
âHow?â I choked out as I looked up to him. Â I saw as his jaw tensed up before he said.
âBecauseâŠbecause I have a daughter.â I looked at him surprised. Of course, superheroes and vigilantes can have their own lives they donât have to be full-time superheroes 24/7.
But who wouldâve thought that the Man in the Mask aka the Devil of Hellâs Kitchen was a parent.
âYouâre aâŠâŠâ
âSheâs just around your age. And she meansâthe world to me. I would want her to be able to come to me for anything, to not be afraid to speak to me. But if she ever did feel the same fear you are now, then Iâve failed as a father.â
âNo IâIâm sure you didnât. It would have nothing to do with your parenting skills, itâs justâŠ..Iâve had friends who had parents just as loving as my dad is. But when they admit to something that goes against their religious code, they disown them or try to repent their sins.â
âBut you said your father isnât like those types of people, right?â I nodded. Â âI wonât lie. He will be shocked at the news, but give him time to process things and he might just surprise you for what he has to say.â
âI know I should tell him. I canât hide at Maddieâs forever. But thereâs still a lingering voice in my head telling me that when I do tell him, itâll be the last time I ever see him. Iâd give anything to shut that voice up.â
âIf youâd like, I could have a word or two with that nagging voice in your head.â That brought probably the first real laugh out of me ever since finding out about my pregnancy.
âI hope those words arenât with your fists.â He softly laughed.
âNo, I mean a real talk. Iâd tell it, âAlright you negative worm. Stop filling this poor girlâs head with scenarios that arenât true. Go make like a tree and get out of here!ââ
âItâs leaf. Itâs make like a tree and leaf.â
âRight thatâs it.â I shook my head as I kept laughing.
âYou know, youâre not what Iâd thought youâd be like.â
âMean and scary?â I nodded. âOh to most Iâm terrifying butâI have a soft spot for those that are lost. Donât tell anybody though. Canât have the scum of Hellâs kitchen thinking Iâm too much of a softie.â
âYour secretâs safe with me.â
âAs is yours. Now you promise me youâll tell your father in the morning?â
âYes. First thing after school.â
âGood.â He said patting my knee. Â âItâs late, you should get some sleep. Youâre not just sleeping for yourself anymore now.â I rubbed my lower abdomen. Â As he walked away and stood along the edge of the roof I told him.
âThank you.â He turned to face me and gave me a soft nod before leaping off the roof and he disappeared into the night. Â I scaled back down the fire escape and re-entered Maddieâs sisterâs room and got back into bed.
As promised after school I stood by mine and dadâs apartment and took a deep breath in before exhaling.
âYou sure you donât need me to go in with you anymore baby? You know I donât mind.â Austin told me.
âNo sweetie, IâI need to talk to my dad about this alone.â
âOkay. If he shows leniency, give me a call later?â I nodded. He leaned forward and we kissed each other before he continued on his way home. Â I took another deep breath and entered the apartment and headed for the elevator.
Once the elevator dinged on our floor, I walked down the hallway until I reached the apartment room. Â Taking out my key I took another deep breath in and muttered.
âOkay, he wonât get mad. He wonât get mad. Justâtell him the truth. Heâll understand. Heâs cool, heâs my dad and he loves me.â I placed the key into the lock, turned it to the left and heard the click and opened it up.
âUh-huh, yeah. Alright yeah we can make it. Yes of course, thank you. Yes and have a good afternoon to you too, bye.â I heard my dadâs voice say as I walked through the front hallway until I got to the spacious (as spacious as a New York apartment in Hellâs kitchen can be). Â âWell look whose returned. Finish your project already?â
âDad IâI gotta tell you something.â I came right out with it.
âOkay, and what would that be?â
âCan we sit down on the couch?â he nodded before walking from the kitchen to the living room as we both sat on the couch. Â
âIs everything okay? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?â he asked as he reached his hands out to cup my face. Â I took his hands and held them between us.
âIâm fine dad. Physically I am.â
âAnd what about emotionally?â he asked concerningly.
âDad, IâŠ..I lied to you. I wasnât at Maddieâs for a project.â
âYou-youâyou lied to me? Then where were yâyou werenât at Austinâs were you? (Y/n) weâve talked about this youâre not old enough to sleepover at a boyâsâŠâŠâ
âDad I wasnât at Austinâs either. I was at Maddieâs just not for a project.â
âOkay then Iâm lost. (Y/n) sweetheart youâre starting to scare me. Whatever it is you can tell me, you know that right?â he asked as he scooted himself as close as he could get to me and wrapped his arm around me.
âDad Iâthe reason why I was at Maddieâs was because IâŠâŠIâmââ come on just say it.  I swallowed a large lump in my throat and felt my leg beginning to bounce anxiously. âPromise you wonât get mad.â
âGo on.â
âYou didnât promise.â
âThatâll depend on what news Iâll be hearing. If itâs something illegal you know I wonât be happy.â
âNot really illegal. God I donât know why I canât just say it! Why canât I tell you that Iâm a month and a half pregnant!? Iââ my mouth stopped as I realized how I had said it. Â I looked at my dad anxiously and saw how he just sat there flabbergasted.
âY-you-youâreâŠ..â he leaned back against the couch and just sat there limp like a ragdoll.
âDaddy? Are youâokay?â
âJustâŠ.need to process this.â
âOkay.â I muttered as I fiddled with my uniform skirt. Â We sat there in silence for a few minutes before he finally spoke out.
âIs it Austinâs?â
âYeah. I swear dad we used protection but itââ he held out his hand telling me he didnât need to hear anything else. Â Oh shit this is it. Heâs gonna flip his lid, heâs pissed now. Way beyond pissed!
âAnd youâre sure youâre really pregnant? How did you even get an appointment and why wasnât I notified?â
âMaddie has an aunt. Her aunt Claire performed the test and she was sworn to secrecy to not notify you.â He rubbed his hands against his face as he let out a deep sigh, his leg bouncing rapidly. Â Whether in anger or anxiety I couldnât tell.
âBaby girl, why-why wouldnât you tell me when you first found out? Why did you go through all of this trouble to lie to me about it?â my heart ached with guilt as tears began forming in my eyes.
âIâm sorry daddy. IâI was scared. Scared that youâd disown me or kick me out with no remorse or hesitation. Everytime I wanted to tell you, my brain kept showing me all the possibilities of you never wanting me to be in your life ever again. That youâd hate me or never say you had a daughter.â
I couldnât look at him anymore so I closed myself into the edge of the couch and sniffled as I wiped my tears away. Â I felt dadâs hand gingerly stroke down my hair before coming down to lift my chin up.
I noticed how he had taken his red shades off and placed them on the table. Â Very rarely does he ever take them off, even around me but when he does, itâs always because he wants to connect with me (even though heâs blind). Â His unfocused gaze was staring in my general direction as he said to me.
âIâm not mad at you.â
âY-youâre not?â
âNo. Iâmâtaken by surprise donât get me wrong. But it takes more than you getting pregnant at 17 for me to ever, ever, ever, think about disowning you or telling you youâre no longer my child.â
âReally?â I whispered.
âYes.â He said giving me a nod. Â âSo donât ever go thinking like that again, okay?â my lip trembled as I nodded. âOkay?â
âYeah.â I choked out.
âOkay.â I immediately hugged him as tightly as I could as I buried my face into his shoulder. Â His arms immediately wrapped around me as he chuckled softly.
âOh daddy Iâm so sorry I hid this from you!â I wept.
âI know you are angel. Itâs okay now, itâs okay.â
âItâs justâŠ.I love you so much and I thought youâdââ
âHey none of that now. There will be no more talk about the paranoid âwhat ifâsâ in this apartment. There will never come a time when I tell you to get out of my life or that you arenât my daughter anymore.â He said as he had me look up at him and he wiped away my tears. Â âYouâre the most important person to me angel, and nothing will ever change that.â
I buried my face into my dadâs shoulder again and hugged him once again.
âI love you daddy.â
âAnd I love you my little guardian angel. I love you so, so much. And nothing will ever change that.â He said giving me a reassuring squeeze before kissing my forehead as many times as he possibly could.
Matt met Peter when he pulled Peter out of a dumpster, Peter met Wade when he pulled Wade out of a dumpster, but Wade and Matt didnât meet until a lot later. After Peter met Matt he tried to convince him to stop being Spider-man because he was to young (Iâm like pretty sure that Matt can hear at least relative ages based on heartbeats I think thatâs a thing) but over time he realized there was nothing he could do to stop Peter so instead he mentored him so at least the kid would have a chance at living a long full life preferably in one piece. Wade liked Peter because Peter was never scared of him, he never got freaked out when he talked to the boxes and whenever he was having a really bad day Peter would sit down next to him (close but not touching) and either ramble on about everything but nothing that he actually expected Wade to remember or he would sit in silence and just let his presence help. Matt however was very vocal about his dislike for Deadpool (Tony was vocal about his dislike for both Daredevil and Deadpool so he didnât tell him at first) so he never told Matt about Wade. When they finally met it wasnât under the best circumstances. Peter was out on patrol with Wade and they were busting a pretty simple arms deal except they didnât anticipate that the bad guys would have explosives, but Peterâs spidey sense tingled and he instinctively tackled Wade out of the way, when the bomb went off Peter was the one that took the brunt of it and was in pretty bad shape and he couldnât walk or swing, so Wade (whoâs freaking the fuck out because this idiot took a fucking bomb for him, the guy who literally canât die.) just picks him up and starts running intending to bring him to the hospital but Spidey, the little idiot manages to grunt out âNo hospitalsâ and when Wade asked him where he should bring him then Peter just kinda instinctively blurted out Mattâs address because all he knew was that May wouldnât be able to handle seeing him like that and neither would Tony. Then he realizes what heâs done and decides he should probably make a call so he asks Wade to grab his burner for him and call the number labeled âSuper Cool Vigilante Nurseâ and put it on speaker so he can talk to her. Claire picks up and Peter just says âHey, um hey Claire could you maybe meet me at DDâs apartment? I kinda maybe mightâve been blown up a little bit. And um, could you maybe tell him about the situation and that he might wanna get in his gimp suit because I have another person with me and I canât exactly walk without him? Ok bye thanks.â and then hangs up on her before she could get a word in. So they show up at Mattâs apartment and Claire and Matt are there waiting for them and Mattâs in full costume and he goes all concerned Devildad on him and rushes and says âOh my god kiddo no what happenedâ and Claire just kinda pushes him out of the way and curses a bit and yells âPut him down on the couch and get that godamn suit off himâ at Mattâs general direction (Peterâs passed out at this point) and so he does because you donât argue with Claire and then Wade has this huge revelation that holy shit Spideyâs a child like a literal baby and then Matt turns on him and starts yelling (because anger is how he lets out his emotions) saying things like âWhat the fuck happenedâ and âWhy were you even with himâ and âHow could you have fucking let this happenâ and Wade just slumps down and says âI donât know I donât fucking know. Shut up white Iâll do it when we get home Iâm not gonna traumatize these people even more.â and Matt just realizes oh shit this man isnât ok like at all and they just sit in silence until Claire tells Matt to get Peter some spare clothes. And thatâs how Matt met Peter and Peter met Wade and Wade met Matt. The next meeting went a lot better and Wade was only thrown off a roof twice. Identity reveals would come later (Peter and Matt already know the others identities though) and team red would be formed.
-Â Matt would be a fucking-fantastic-father, change my mind
-Â In this case: He didnât meet her until she was 18 and making quite a name for herself as the best known Detective in Europe
-Â Sheâs known as Half&Half, only because after some years she had ended up blinded and deaf on the right side
-Â She met Matt after coming to NY and being shown on tv for cracking many serious cases in a day: EXTRA, EXTRA -->Â The True Freak of Crime Nature! Read all about it!
-Â She has glasses that are blacked out on her right eye, like Harry Hart from Kingsman
- Upon going to Nelson & Murdock, Attorneys at Law TM, she deduces something rather odd. Other than the fact her last name is the same as Mattâs, but she brushed that off as common. She had spoken deduced, Karen first, thatâs where the company duo found her spouting off.
âDear, oh dear, youâve encountered something rather traumatic in the last month. You had found your place here for a few weeks while conversing with a reporter, youâve eaten granola and drank black coffee with two sugars this morning, with a hint of whiskey, thatâs rough, and you constantly worry about redundant things. Youâll work yourself to death, you know. I also know, you didnât kill your co-worker.â Don whispered the last part to Karen, startling her.
âWoah. Thatâsâthatâs so cool!â  âFoggy!â Â
âAh yes, Nelson and Murdock. Pleasure.â
âLikewise, itâs just Foggy and Matt. You are?â
âAs funny as it sounds, Donovana Murdock. Consulting Detective. Just call me Donnie.â
âMurdock?â
âItâs a common last name. Nothing more, nothing less. Besides, Iâm from Europe. Iâm here on the matter of the abrupt stop to the case for...Karen Page vs. Daniel Fisher.â
âWhy are you here from Europe?â
âA colleague asked for my help, even though this place is an absolute shithole.â
âCharming.â  âI know.â
-Â Â After the chat and whatnot on the matter, she kept and kept staring directly at Matt deducing every little thing off of him, to go as far as what made those marks on his upper eyelid, or how his hands were sore, even without touching them. Donnie asked to meet with Matt afterwards.
-Â âIs there something I can help you with, Donnie?â She sighed through her nose, words and phrases cascading around the head of the older Murdock.
-Â âDidnât your father tell you not to fight?â Silence. Matt took a teetering step back, his cane gripped in his handâs clutch.
âHow did you--?â
âDeductions. Didnât you hear Iâm the new freakshow detective in Hellâs Kitchen?â
Okay well this was a certainly a LOOOONG wait in the making, truthfully I had almost forgotten this but after leaving the last part on such a cliff hanger I couldnât just leave it like that. So this chapter will be broken down into two parts and this will be the FINAL update to Guardian Devil mini-series.
Warnings: murder, grooming, Kilgraveâs manipulative controlling, Matt acts a little OOC (like how he wanted to kill Kingpin in s.3 but in the end didnât, here I believe in a case like this for the sake of my fanfic, Matt would actually WANT someone like Kilgrave dead).Â
The sound of a struggle could be heard from an apartment along 42nd street. Â It was Friday night and as always no one was home unless they were passed out drunk already from a hard weekâs work. Â A window was shattered as a body began falling down until it landed in a large dumpster bin. Â Another body jumped out and scaled down the fire escape almost acrobatically until they landed on their feet.
The person that fell in slowly got up with a groan but not before a hand grabbed them and forced them out of the dumpster and had the man rolling along the floor after a swift kick to the gut to ensure he didnât run. Blood covered half of his face and his left knee was at an odd angle.
âWhat do you want? I didnât do anything to you.â The man groaned in Japanese.
âThe Kingpin says youâre a loose end. And loose ends need tying up.â At the mention of the Kingpinâs name the man reach into his pocket but with a clean throw of the baton, the sound of his finger bones cracking rang out as he let out a cry of pain.
âWait. Help me! I can pay you twice what heâs giving you. Weapons, drugs, anything!â he pleaded.
âWhat I want, you canât give me.â She replied in English as she took back her baton and stood over the Japanese man. Â She raised the baton and with a hard swing, the sound of his skull cracking sounded off as he lay there dead.
*My POV*
Two victims in just under a month and with 4 months of training by some of The Handsâ personal best made me ready for these types of missions. But killing these guys gave me no pleasure, Kingpin says this is only practice, well Iâm done with practicing. Â I want him. I need the man who killed my mother!
âAlright! Yes!â I heard a manâs voice say as clapping was heard. My eyes widened and I quickly turned to see a man in a deep purple suit standing at the entrance of the alleyway with two gorgeous women at his side as they too applauded. Â âThat was absolutely tremendous! I thought I was good haha! You are a sight to behold. Wasnât she amazing?â he asked the two women who nodded. âYou bore me, leave.â And they did as he asked.
Shit! Kingpin said no witnesses, I reached for my shuriken but he told me.
âIâd keep put both hands at your sides where I can see them.â Suddenly I felt my arms go at my sides and they felt like lead as I couldnât move them. Â âIf youâre worried about me turning you into the police, donât worry. To be honest one less of them yakuza rats to worry about. Iâm cool.â
âYeah youâre cool.â I found myself saying. Â He gave a slight tilt of his head before he said.
âCome here and take that mask off so I can see your face.â Again against my own will, I felt my hands reach for my Bobcat mask and removed it as I walked closer to the man.
He appeared to be around Matt and Foggyâs age, maybe even a bit older. Â He had dark brown hair, a five oâclock stubble, and his eyes a dark, empty brown.
âJesus youâre just a kid. A kid willing to do that much damage to a man twice her size. I can see it in your eyes.â He cupped my chin and had me look up at him. Â âOhhh yes. I know those eyes anywhere. Rage, vengeance. Just like me at your age. Tell me how old are you?â
â16.â
â16. Yes the prime age for a young woman but here you are. Kicking ass and taking names.â The smile that spread across his face sent a shiver of fear up my spine as his empty eyes shined a slimmer of a crazed, psychotic look. Â âTell me this, did you enjoy killing that man?â he asked as he finally let go of my chin.
âYes.â I responded coldly.
âHmm-mm, whyâs that?â
âBecause it gets me closer to my goal.â I replied. âAvenging my mother.â His eyes slightly widened as he was gobsmacked at my statement before he said.
âWellâŠ..so sorry to hear that. Whatâs your name?â
âBobcat.â
âNo, no, no not your superhero name, your real name.â I hesitated until my name suddenly rolled off my tongue.
â(Y/n) Perry.â
âPerry? WellâŠ..no wonder why you looked so familiar. You are practically a resemblance of her.â
âYou knew my mother?â I asked as my heart skipped a beat.
âIt seems we have a lot to talk about. Thereâs a good Thai restaurant around the corner, join me for supper.â He extended his hand out to me. I stood there in my spot looking between him and his hand. âCome on.â He softly ordered and soon I walked up to him but just before I could take his hand, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and guided me down the dark streets of Hellâs kitchen.
When we got to the restaurant, he ordered all the costumers to leave and told the workers to bring out everything they had and to not question my attire. Â I ate the last of my fried rice before sipping my water.
âYep. Nothing like a nice meal after performing feats of vengeance.â He said to me.
âHow do you know my mother?â
âOh wow straight to business, okay fine. Guess Iâve kept you in suspense long enough.â He cupped the side of my face. âGod you really do look so much like her when we first met. Same eyes, same mouth, even your skin feels like hers.â I got uncomfortable hearing that part.  âBeen 16 years late to say this but, (Y/n) PerryâŠ.the nameâs Kilgrave, Iâm your father.â
My heart stopped, my eyes widened and my head was swirling.
I quickly stood up but he ordered me.,
âSit back down.â Immediately I sat back down and even scooted my chair back into the table, my eyes never once leaving him. Â âI know this is all a bit of a shock, believe me how do you think I feel? But itâs true.â
âHow do you know? Any man could claim theyâre my dad.â
âTrue. Most men could, but they canât say theyâve got official records, can they?â he pulled out a folded piece of paper from his purple jacket and slid it over to me. Â âGo on, take it.â I took the paper and unfolded it to reveal what looked like an official copy of my birth certificate.
Now I have seen the copy my mom had but for some reason she had the name of the father blacked out. Â When I was younger, I did ask about my father but she always refused to tell me about him until one day she told me that he left us with nothing and wanted nothing to do with us.
But this certificate didnât have my fatherâs name blacked out and there I saw his name. Kevin Thompson.
âKevin Thompson is my legal name but Iâve longed forbidden anyone from calling me that.â He told me.
âIt couldâve been forged. I have friends who could do this and make it legal.â
âYouâre a smart girl, Iâll give your mother that much for not raising an idiot.â I narrowed my eyes and softly growled. âStop that.â He ordered me as he then took out another piece of paper. Â âThis here is an authentic, 100% guarantee DNA test. Performed by the Hellâs Kitchen ancestry agency. Donât ask how I got yours just know I have my ways.â He handed me the paper which I took and opened it up.
According to the Ancestry and Family Bonds society of Hellâs Kitchen, the tests show that (Y/n) Perry and Kevin Thompson, provided DNA hair samples, are 99.998% a match.
I was in shock. Â I leaned against the chair dropping the paper to the ground as I said solemnly.
âShe lied to me.â Kilgrave, who had gotten up and got himself some liquor from the back and poured himself a drink. Â âShe told me that you abandoned us.â
âNot to speak ill of the dead, but your mother has been lying to you ever since she stole you away from me when she was pregnant with you.â
âWhy would she do that?â I asked.
âBecause she somehow believed that I would hurt the two of you. Listen to me (Y/n), hey,â he leaned forward cupping my face in his hands. âYour mother, through whatever delusion she thought, I never once hurt her. I loved her. I cared so much for her, I gave her the world. But then sheâpacked up and left me. And when she found out she was pregnant with you, she did everything in her legal power to keep me away from you.â
âYou loved her?â
âShe was the Ăowyn to my Faramir. Both of us being kept back by society or mistreated by our families. I triedâŠ.everything in my power to see you butâŠâŠbut then I heard what happened to her.â Tears formed in my eyes as I tried to look away.  âOhh darling.â He wiped the tears hidden at the corner of my eyes as he gingerly shushed me.  âI cannot imagine what was going through your head the day she was found. What your heart was feeling.â
âI was lostâŠâŠbrokenâŠâŠbut mostly I was angry. Iâm still angry. I wanna kill him. I wanna tear him apart. To make him feel every ounce of hurt he made me feel.â I first said solemnly before my sorrow turned to hate. Â
âAnd you believe this Wilson Fisk can give it to you?â he asked me.
âHe promised me.â
âThe way I see it. He can get you part of the way there. You may find the guy who did it, but you wonât get him to confess. Heâll deny it until he either dies without admitting it, or not share every last little thing he did to your mother. Things that only the killer himself knows.â I looked at him perplexed.
âYou can teach me to do that?â he smiled softly and stroked a strand of hair out of my face.
âIsnât that what all fathers do for their children? Help them achieve their goals.â He stood up and extended his hand out to me. Â I took it and he helped me stand up as I asked him how he could help me. Â âYou can start, by getting rid of that.â He pointed to my neck.
I reached and touched the chain but clenched it in my hand refusing to let it go. Â It was my motherâs Evanstar necklace, I had taken it just before they buried her (Mahoney allowed me to take it after they recovered her remains instead of it being put into evidence).
âCâmon (Y/n). you need to let it go.â My hands reached back and I unclasped the lock and removed the necklace which showed the Evanstar pendant shining at me from the light. Â My father held out his hand and I set the necklace down in his palm before he put it away in his pocket. Â âThatâs my girl. Now câmere and give your father a hug like you mean it.â I ran into his arms and squeezed him as tight as I could. Â âIâm here now (Y/n). Iâll always be here.â He said to me as he embraced me just as tightly.
Soon I found myself being trained by my father in the act of âverbal persuasionâ or so he called it. Â Itâs basically what he can do (after sharing with me the gruesome backstory of what his parents, my grandparents) did to him.
I tried my best but nothing I said to any of the volunteers he had set up for me followed my directions. Â And it would only be a matter of time before Fisk suddenly came back into the picture. Â When he had sent the cops he had under his thumb into fatherâs house, he ordered me to run and forget everything about our meeting but that heâd find me again soon when the time was right.
After fleeing from the house, I soon forgot just why I was running, the cops took me back to Fisk, I got a stern talking to but he sent me back out into the world. Â And of course you know the rest from there.
*End of flashback*
It was pitch black outside by the time we reached the cabin. Well when I say cabin it looked more like a castle. Â Multi-level (2-3 levels), clear glass windows, a grand balcony on the second floor that spread pretty much across the entire house, and a stone chimney and stone pillars that held it up from the floor to the grand balcony.
Father turned the car off and said.
âWeâre here.â I looked at the cabin mansion and he asked me, âToo much? It is too much isnât it.â
âNo, no Iâitâs lovely I justâŠ..â
âJust what?â
âWill they find us? Theyâll be looking for me. I-I shouldnât have left.â
âNow, now relax, hey look at me.â He cupped my chin and forced me to look him in the eye. Â âThey wonât find us. In fact theyâve forgotten all about your case. Remember what I told you I can do, what we can do.â My breath was shaky as I exhaled but nodded. Â âLet me hear you say it, itâs all taken care of.â
âItâs all taken care of.â I repeated.
âThatâs my girl.â He then got out of the car and I followed behind him. Â As we rounded toward the cabin, I felt his arm wrap around my shoulders bringing me closer to him as we walked inside together.
Inside it was even grander than I could imagine. Â It was like living in a castle with all the expensive vases scattered around, the paintings and marble statues that looked like they belonged in a museum. Â A large staircase stood at the center of the living room.
â(Y/n) Perry, my pride and joy, Iâd like to welcome you to your new home.â Said Father as he gestured to the manor. Â I looked around in awe as I walked along the grand living room.
âAll of this isââ
âItâs all ours. Nothingâs too good for my girl, right? And speaking of, Ivy!â soon a woman in her mid-50âs maybe even early 60âs with short grey hair came out from the back hallway and she said.
âYes sir?â her accent was thick, possibly she couldâve been from Ukraine or Russia.
âTake my daughter upstairs to her new room and have her change clothes. Make sure to burn this atrocious jumpsuit the pigs forced on her.â He said as he came up to me placing his hand on my shoulder and giving it a rub as well as a squeeze.
âYes sir.â He looked down at me and I up at him.
âI expect to see you for dinner in 10 minutes.â
âYes father.â I said as I walked towards Ivy and she lead me up the stairs and into my room.
My new room was twice as big than any of the apartment rooms Iâve had in the past. Â A large king sized bed, a large wooden wardrobe (that almost looked like it came from Narnia), some bookshelves with all my favorite books and authors, as well as some Tolkien collections like Bilboâs party sign, the flag of Rohan hanging just over my bed, and some of my favorite character posters like Aragornâs movie poster holding AndĂșril in front of him, Ăowyn stabbing the Witch King of Angmar, and Merry and Pippin riding on Treebeard.
âCome Ms. Kilgrave, we best get you ready.â We walked in and I removed the orange jumpsuit as well as the white t-shirt and shorts I had also been given to wear. Â Ivy collected the prison clothes and wound them up into a ball to be burned just as father had commanded. Â She then went into the wardrobe and got out a beautiful red blouse with black leggings and black flats. Â âYour father wishes for you to look presentable at dinner.â
âDo you work for my father willingly? Or did he order you to do this?â I asked her.
âYour father has done me better than my previous job. Same with the rest of employees here. I was about to be evicted from my home and have my son taken away by Child Services because of our financial situation. Your father is a good man who just wants to help you, and Iâd do anything to help him achieve that. From a mother to a father.â
I nodded and got on the clothes she had picked out and then she had me sit before a large mirror that almost looked to be silver and she began to brush my hair of the tangles and knots from my lack of sleep and stress I had been through the past few days.
Once I looked more presentable, she lead me back downstairs to a grand dining area with a large, long table and a roaring fireplace to the right of the table.
âCutting it kinda of close arenât we Ivy?â father said looking down at his phone before glancing back up at her.
âSorry sir, it took a while to get her hair brushed and braided.â
âAre you criticizing my daughter?â
âNo! No sir absolutely not!â she said worriedly.
âLeave us now.â He said. Â She nodded before immediately walking away. Â âCâmon, donât be shy darling, come here so I can have a better look at you.â He said turning his chair toward me. Â I walked towards him and when I got close enough, he took my hand and moaned softly. âNow thatâs much better, donât you feel better without those horrid prison scrubs on?â
âYes.â
âTake a seat, eat. Armani is serving up your favorite Italian dish.â Father said as I sat down beside him. Â Soon the chef Armani came out wheeling our food out on silver platters on a large tray. Â He set the platters down before us then removed the lids to reveal a beautifully made fettuccini alfredo with some breadsticks.
It smelled incredible and it made my mouth almost water. I reached out for the breadsticks first and took a single bite of them and immediately I fell into the pleasure of just how warm and soft this bread was. Â Within seconds the breadstick was gone and I went over to the alfredo.
âSomeone was clearly hungry, just what is it they serve you in prison?â
âSchool food is worse.â Father softly laughed and said.
âIâll bet it is. But no more of that now, just full on 5 star meals three times a day. Like I said, nothingâs too good for my best girl.â He reached out and stroked the back of my head. Â I paused my eating and felt my stomach turn in knots. Â âWhatâs wrong? Is it not prepared right? I swear if you end up sick, Iâll have Armani cut off each of his fingers one by one!â he threatened angrily.
âNo, no the foodâs wonderful father. The finest Iâve ever had, itâs justâŠ..â
âJust what?â I looked away from him nervously. Â âJust what? Look at me and tell me (Y/n).â I looked up at him and said.
âWhat if the Kingpin stops us like last time? Or the police who arenât under his thumb find us?â
âI told you darling, no one is going to find us. Theyâve forgotten all about this case, now you just need to forget about it. Forget about what theyâve told you, who was involved, everything.â
âEven Jessica Jones?â
âEspecially Jessica Jones.â I trailed off thinking about Uncle Matt, Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen.
âAnd my family?â
âYour family?â father questioned.
âAunt Karen, Uncle Foggy andâŠ..and uncle Matt. They were all involved with the case, do I have to forget about them too?â
âYes. You donât know those people anymore, they arenât your family.â
âButââ
âDonât!â he snapped angrily but caught himself and exhaled sharply. Â âThe only family you have is me. Okay (Y/n)? Thereâs no Karen you know, no Foggy, what the hell kind of name is that anyways by the way? And above all else, there is no Matt Murdock you know. Do you understand?â
âYes father.â
âLet me hear you say it.â
âThere is no Karen Page, no Foggy Nelson, and no Matt Murdock that I know.â Fatherâs hands cupped the sides of my face and he said.
âThatâs my good girl. Iâm proud of you.â He pressed his forehead against mine and I felt his strength pour into me as my mind went blank from any memories I had of those three names until there was nothing left of them.
*3rd Person POV*
In Mattâs apartment, he was pacing back and forth in a panicked manner while Foggy and Karen sat on his couch and Jessica Jones was leaning up against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest.
âThis canât be happening. First Kingpin and now Kilgrave? I canât even imagine who is worse to have her.â Karen said.
âI may not know Kingpin as personally as you guys but if I had to put my money somewhere, Iâd prefer the kid be with him than with that manipulative son of a bitch.â Jessica said.
âBut why? Why does he want her? At least Fisk had a reason even for as terrible of a reason it was, but how does Kilgrave fit into all of this?â Foggy asked.
âHeâs right this doesnât make any sense. What use could he have for (Y/n)?â Karen said.
âThink I found the reason.â Jessica said. Â âSee Iâve been doing some digging into your kidâs mom, your former partner. Did any of you ever hear her speak of (Y/n)âs father?â
âNo. She never liked to talk about it.â Foggy said.
âYeah. One girlâs night we went out for drinks and I got curious about it and asked her but she kept trying to change the subject. She even got defensive about it telling me to dropâwait. Jessica youâre not sayingâŠâŠâ Karen started off, then her investigative brain began to piece together where Jessica was going with it.
âWhat? What is it Karen?â
âPerhaps I better take over from here. So like I said, I did some digging into your partnerâs past. Birthplace, credit card info, any property sheâs bought or rented, everything and Murdock will you stop pacing like that?! Youâre literally gonna fall through the way youâre stomping around like an elephant.â
âStop? How can I stop when (Y/n) is out there being held hostage by someone even worse than Wilson Fisk!? Jones you promised me youâd keep an eye on her. You said youâd keep her safe!â
âAnd I didâŠ..â
âThen where is she!?â Matt exclaimed frantically. âBecause sheâs not with Mahoney nor are you with her!? A prison riot allowed a man who has the ability to manipulate oneâs mind and actions to his own will, come in and kidnap her! And the police canât look for her because they were ordered not to! Those were your words right?â
âLook Murdock, I donât like this anymore than you do. But pacing there festering in your pity anger and pointing the blame at me wonât help us find her quicker.â
âSheâs right Matt. You hadnât slept all night nor any time since this whole case opened up against (Y/n).â Foggy said. Â Matt exhaled sharply but trudged over to his chair and sat down in a huff.
âTalk Jones.â
âYouâre lucky Iâm letting the attitude slide this one time.â
âTalk!â
âMatt, easy. Go on Jessica.â Karen first eased Matt before turning back to Jessica. Â Jessica pulled out some files from her bag and pulled out some DNA test results, pictures of Kilgrave from over 17 years ago, and (Y/n)âs birth certificate.
âSeems your former partner had some secrets she didnât want let out. Kilgrave is (Y/n)âs birth father.â
The three of them turned to Jessica in shock.
âPaternity and DNA tests were used by Kilgrave himself, donât ask me how he managed to get a hold of hers you honestly donât want to know. That creep always finds a way. But these documents of a restraining order against Kilgrave for one (M/n) Perry around the time when she would be pregnant with (Y/n) sealed it for me. I even managed to get a hold of some of the medical staff that helped deliver (Y/n). They told me how Kilgrave even showed up at the delivery to try and take (Y/n) away from her. But thanks to the approved restraining order, they immediately called the cops. Of course the bastard told them to shoot themselves before he could be taken away. Thatâs when SWAT was called and the hospital was forced to be on lockdown.â
âOh Jesus.â Foggy muttered shaking his head solemnly. Â He couldnât even begin to imagine the horror his deceased best friend had to go through in order to deliver (Y/n).
âHow did they finally get him to leave if he can make anyone do what he wants?â
âTranquilizer darts. If you ask me, they shouldâve put a bullet through his head though. But of course the weasel wormed his way out of trial but then he never went after them again. Until a year and a half ago I took this picture of him with (Y/n).â she placed down a photo of the two of them at the Thai food restaurant. Â Karen picked up the picture and she said.
âThis was taken around the time she was missing. When she was training with Fisk.â
âSeems the kidâs double dipped. Because she ended up staying with father-dearest for a good 2 months before your boy Fisk got her back.â Matt stood up and grabbed his cane and headed towards the door.
âWhere the hell are you going?â Jessica snapped but Matt didnât respond, the only response he did give was the loud slam of his front door.
He walked out before hailing down a taxi and told the driver to go to the Hellâs Kitchen cemetery. Â The driver drove through the traffic, all the while Mattâs leg wouldnât stop bouncing as so many thoughts were going through his head.
âYou want me to help you find the tombstone youâre looking for sir?â asked the cab driver.
âThanks for the offer but I got it. Iâknow her tombstone by touch.â After a few more minutes of weaving in and out of traffic, the cab driver soon arrived at the cemetery and Matt paid the cab driver his amount before getting out and walking forward.
Using his sense of touch he touched each and every grave stone (even though he remembered exactly where she was buried, but for the sake of those who were there, he kept up the facade). Â Until he finally felt the tombstone of the one he had been searching for. His former partnerâs and best friendâs (M/n) Perry.
He fell to his knees before her tombstone as tears formed behind his red shades. Â His lip trembled as he said.
âI failed you.â He shook his head in regret. Â âYou asked me to watch over her, and IâI failed you. Iâm sorry (M/n). I know you had your reasons for not telling us about her father, but heâhe has her. And I donât know what to do. I know who he is but itâthe only way to stop him is to kill him. And I canât do that, I just canât. I donât know if you ever did know of who I am at night but I canât kill him. Yet he must die.â
He knew Kilgrave and Fisk were two completely different people. Fisk may have had the power of persuasion but he only does it the way normally, rich powerful people can do it. Kilgrave, heâs practically on a mutant level of a threat. Â One word and he can have someone slice their throat or take anotherâs life. Â Hell that day when (Y/n) was born he couldâve had everyone, including (M/n) shot by the very police assigned to arrest him.
And people like him donât go down so easily unless you call the Avengers, and he most certainly did not want that. Â
He reached out and touched her gravestone and stroked down it until he felt her name. Â âI know God wonât answer my prayers so I hope you can, please (M/n). I need a true angel on my side, what do I do now? Tell me what I need to do.â
But all he got was the soft whistle of the wind, other than that all was quiet. Â He shook his head angrily as he sighed heavily and gripped the grass beneath him before standing up and walked away.
All throughout the day both Jessica, Foggy and Karen were doing research in order to find just where Kilgrave couldâve taken (Y/n) all the while Matt was getting changed into his Daredevil suit to go out and look for her.
âAny of you ladies coming up with something?â asked Foggy.
âNope.â Replied Karen.
âIâve been hacking into the security cams all around Hellâs kitchen but Iâm coming up with jack shit. Canât find the car he drove in or anything. Slick bastard mustâve had someone delete them beforehand.â Right as Matt came out placing his gloves on and holding the mask underneath his arm Karen stood up and said.
âWait, wait, wait, wait I think I got something.â Everyone gathered around her and she opened up a security footage from the Forest Lodge hotel in upstate New York. Â The very same cabin lodge where Kilgrave had taken (Y/n). Â âThis was taken sometime last night. A man coming in carrying a huge suitcase. See there he is giving it to the manager. And next thing you see is the entire staff leaving the lodge.â
âThatâs him. That is him the bastard. He mustâve bought the hotel and removed the staff. He pulled this move with me when he bought back my childhood home. The bastardâs grooming her.â
âWe have to call Mahoney and get the police up there.â Foggy said.
âNo itâs too risky. We canât risk any innocent people getting killed or becoming killers themselves.â Jessica said.
âSheâs right. Iâll go.â Matt said.
âBy yourself?â both Karen and Foggy said.
âYou canât take him on by yourself Murdock, trust me. And with your whole âno kill codeâ heâll play you on that weakness.â Jessica said.
âThen maybe thatâs what I have to do.â At hearing this, Foggy and Karenâs hearts sunk and they were taken back by what Matt had just said, while Jessica was stunned to hear such a confession from the âgood catholic boyâ Matt Murdock.
âYou canât be serious Matt.â
âHeâs not like Fisk, Foggy. Heâs not powerful in the sense of money or who he is, heâs powerful for his power. Much like JessicaâŠ.â
âDo not compare that asshole to me!â Jessica snapped furiously.
âHe was forced to have these powers. One word is all it takes for him just walk freely and no one would be able to question it. This is what (M/n) wanted of me to do to protect (Y/n).â
âBut it was also to show her that revenge isnât the answer!â Foggy snapped. Â âWeâll get her back Matt, but we need to think this through carefully.â
âI canât wait anymore Foggy. IâI made a promise to her. To both Perryâs. I already lost one Iâcanât lost another one. I canât.â he put on his mask and without another word, he quickly raced up toward the staircase that led to the rooftop and left them in the dust.
âThat stupid fucking idiot. Heâs gonna get himself killed. Iâll go after him, you two stay here and call your detective friend Mahony but also get in touch with Hogarth. I donât like the bitch but sheâs got something that might help with the officers arresting Kilgrave safely, if he isnât already dead.â
âWeâre going with you!â Karen said.
âI already got one idiot out there, I donât need two more. You two are clearly smarter than Murdock is right now. Look I know where his headâs at cause Iâve been there. And if Kilgrave can control him, heâs gonna need me to snap him out of it. If by some miracle he canât control Murdock, god save him from the wrath of the Devil thatâs coming for him.â
âHell hath no fury like a woman scorned. But itâs nothing compared to the fury of a father willing to do anything for his child.â Foggy said. âEver since we first met her, Mattâs always been closer to (Y/n) than I have. I always see the way he looks at her, talks about her. He loves her like she was his own daughter, and ever since (M/n) died, he always kept saying how he promised her that heâd protect her. Be the parental figure she has left.â
âCute. But itâs logic like that thatâll get you killed. When youâre not thinking clearly. Now both of you. Stay here! I mean it!â Jessica then left through the front door and quickly raced out of the apartment and followed Mattâs trail to Upstate New York.
Father knows best pt.2; Matt Murdock x teen reader
*Authorâs note*
Okay so this is it, the final part for my Guardian Devil series. Thank you all sooo much who gave this story some love and I hope to write some more Matt Murdock fics in the future cause lord knows we need to TONE DOWN THE SMUT AND GET WITH THE FLUFF!! Especially if itâs some DARE-DAD fics.Â
Back in the Kilgrave (as it was now called) manor, security were out and about throughout the inside and outside the lodge while inside (Y/n) and Kilgrave were sound asleep together in her room. Â One guard was on patrol outside when something hit him at his head knocking him unconscious.
As another guard came walking by and he saw the other guard knocked unconscious, he quickly raced over to him and radioed.
âRyderâs down. East wing send inâŠ.â suddenly the guard was whacked in the back of the head and standing over him was Matt with his club in his hand.  He heard the sound of footsteps racing toward him and he extended out the club to knock out the light just above him sending his area in complete darkness.
The guards all gasped and readied their weapons as they tried to see through the darkness. Â One by one Matt took them all out, dodged their gunfire before disarming them and continued on his way, each time knocking out the lights until the entire outside of the lodge was nothing but complete darkness.
*My POV*
I awoke to the sound of gunfire coming from outside. Â I stood up from my bed and looked outside but I couldnât see much of anything except for the sparks from the bullets that flashed through the night sky.
âFather. Father!â I said as I raced back over to him and shook him awake. Â He groaned and turned away. Â âFather wake up!â
âWhaaat!?â he groaned tiredly.
âSomeoneâs outside.â
âDonât be stupid thereâs no one outâŠ..â
âSir! We have a situation here!â his walkie talkie sounded off. He groaned and shot up out of bed and grabbed his walkie talkie and pressed the button.
âWhat is it Gregory!? What could possibly be more important that you had to wake us up and frighten my daughter!?â
âI apologize sir, but someoneâs found your location. More than half of the security is down.â
âThen fire the rest and get more trained personal here now!â
âYes sir!â Father growled lowly and I said to him.
âFather, isâeverything alright?â
âOf course darling, everythingâs fine. Listen to me, hey.â He came up to me holding my face between his hands. Â âRemember no one is taking you away from me ever again. Iâm your father and I will protect you till my last dying breath.â I nodded. âOkay now follow me.â He grabbed my hand and we left the bedroom and headed down the south wing towards the back entrance.
But just as father opened the door there stood a man in what looked like a red suit? The horns on the cowl made me think I was looking at the Devil himself, and the red framing around the eyes didnât help my heartrate any better.
And his postureâdear god his posture was so intimidating as each breath he took was sharp and heavy. Â Father hid me behind him and he ordered the man.
âYou will leave this cabin, forget everything youâve seen and never bother us again.â But the man stood firm in his spot. Â I noticed how fatherâs face was shocked to see that his powers hadnât worked. âDid you not hear what I said?! I said you will leaveââ the man threw something long and metal at my father right at his head knocking him down to the ground motionless.
âFather! Father! Father wake up.â
â(Y/n).â the man said to me. Â I looked up at him fearfully and watched as he slowly walked closer to me. I looked around and found his weapon and threw it at him but he caught it instantly before setting it as well as the other stick down. Â â(Y/n) itâs alright. Iâm not going to hurt you, you know that.â
âNo I donât!â I whimpered.
âYes you do. Your mother and I were friends. I know youâre scared but you donât have to be afraid of me.â I ran towards the main living room and grabbed an ashtray, some pens, a couple of gaming pieces from a chess board, pillows, anything I could grab and just started throwing them at the Devil.
âGet out of our house! Get out! Leave us alone! Youâre not welcome here!â unlike last time when he caught his own weapon, the man shielded himself and took the hits I was tossing at him. Â If he was such a threat that he could knock my father unconscious, why wasnât he fighting back with me.
â(Y/n). Wait, please, (Y/n) stop. Iâm notâŠ..STOP IT!!!â his sudden outburst made me stop my throwing and I quickly raced over to one of the grand pillars and hide behind it.  â(Y/n), (Y/n) wait Iâm sorry. I-I didnât mean to shout IâŠ..â
âPlease donât hurt me.â I whimpered as tears ran down my face. The man stood there stunned as he said as he slowly approached me.
âI would never hurt you. I-I would never, ever dream of hurting you (Y/n). IâmâŠ..â slowly he reached up for his cowl and removed it to reveal a man with dark hair and brownish eyes.  He set the cowl down on the table and turned to me, but I noticed something strange about the way he looked at me.
Normally when you look at someone, especially with the way his voice was trembling, there is direct eye contact. Â But this man wasnât looking me directly in the eyes, he was looking in my general direction yes but not directly into my eyes. Â Was he blind? No he-he couldnât be. How could a blind man do what he had just done?
âI made a promise to your mother, I promised her Iâd take care of you. Please (Y/n), I donât know what heâs said to you but you must remember. Look at me, remember my little hobbit.â Little hobbit? Thatâs what my mother used to call me.
âTake him down Bobcat!â as soon as Fatherâs voice said that command, my fear suddenly turned off and all I saw was red. Â I ran at the man and pounced on him, wrapped my legs around his neck, and using my momentum I managed to flip him down onto the ground. I got off of him and got into my Bobcat attack stance (which was get low to the ground, right leg extended outward, one hand on the floor in front of me and my right hand outward with my fingers curled inward like I had claws as I growled lowly).
A growl that was inhuman as I glared up at my prey. Â The man slowly got up and looked at me in shock.
âQuit playing with your food Bobcat and kill him!â Fatherâs voice shouted. Â I leapt out at the man and the two of us rolled across the floor until I had him pinned to the ground, my hand over his head exposing the jugular vein. Â I knew where to take him down from here, all I needed to do was deliver the final bite.
But the man put him a good fight by trying to keep me away from his neck but I would claw his hands or arms with my nails before trying to lean back down to his neck. Â This prey proved more than my last victims but he still needed to die, he couldnât live anymore.
âLet him go Bobcat.â Fatherâs voice soon said. Â I stopped my attack but refused to get off of my prey. Â I roared animalistically at him, baring my teeth at him as I roared and Father ordered me again, âBack off!â reluctantly I got off of the man and came back over to Fatherâs side putting my hands behind my back and standing at attention.
Father stroked down my hair before brushing his fingers across my jawline and he said.
âGo out to the cliffs and wait for me there.â I turned and walked out of the lodge and headed towards the cliffs.
*3rd Person POV*
Kilgrave turned to Matt and walked up to him as Matt slowly got up.
âI must say I am impressed. Not only can you resist my power but for a blind man to do all this damage, who wouldâve thought? Unless youâre not really blind cause if you are thatâs just plain wrong.â Matt refused to answer him as he looked up at him and glared daggers at him. Â âStrong, silent type. Well no matter. Tell you what, letâs have a little chat about our girl, ehh?â
âWhat did you do to her?â Matt asked.
âI havenât done anything. Sheâs my daughter and she was just trying to protect her father.â
âYouâre lying!â Matt hissed.
âOh right yeah youâve got that ummâŠ.what is it? Echo-location or whatever so you can tell when a personâs lying. Yeah my baby girl told me about that when we first met, soâŠ..yeah youâre right that was a lie. But like I always said, children need discipline, and my daughterâs the most obedient child there ever will be.â
âSheâs not an animal you can control to your whim! Sheâs a living, human child! With feelings and flaws!â
âWell of course I know that. But it is nice to have a little insurance. And when I first saw her as the Bobcat, ohhhh it was perfect leniency I needed.â
âYou made her kill that couple, you set this all up.â
âSurprise!â Kilgrave mocked cheered. Â At this point Matt wanted to strangle Kilgrave and end his life but there was a pull at his head that if he did, he could call (Y/n) back and he couldnât dream of ever hurting her.
âWhat was all this for?â
âIâm glad you asked, you see ever since (M/n) took every legal way to ensure I would never see my daughter again, I began to wonder what if there was a way to surrender one legal way over to me? After her death, I knew there was one way that the law would have to get me to my child again. And thatâs where you come into play, Mr. Murdock.â Kilgrave explained as he walked over to the main desk and pulled out some files and set them down.
âYouâŠ..want me to sign away my legal Guardianship.â Matt replied.
âShe did name you legal Guardian over my daughter. So what you say Matt Murdock? From one father to another.â Matt finally stood up and said.
âI would rather be hang from a gibbet and left to the sports of the crows than surrender (Y/n) to the likes of you.â
âI was really hoping you wouldnât say that because I really didnât want to do this but if you donât, you leave me no choice.â He then pulled out a small remote and he continued, âOur girl has a bluetooth device in her ear, at the press of this button a recording of my voice will play for her to jump off the cliff to her very death.â
âYou wouldnâtâŠ..â
âNot only that but one of my security guards will then shoot me dead right in the head. Symbolizing that we will be together even in death as a father and daughter should be.â
âYouâd be willing to throw away her life just so no one can have her! Jones was right, you are a deranged psychopath.â
âIâm willing to do anything to be with my daughter again, Iâve missed 16 years of her life and no one will take her form me again!â Kilgraveâs voice gradually got louder before he screamed out the last part of his confession. âBut if you sign these papers, she will live.â
Matt honed in on Kilgraveâs heartbeat and found that he was actually telling the truth.
âYou must also be aware that once you do sign them, you can never be with her again. No amount of your lawyering practice or whatever alliance you have with the good cops, (Y/n) Kilgrave is mine and mine alone.â
âI know the laws of how guardianship and legal rights to parenting work.â Matt said. Â He walked over towards Kilgrave who held out a pen with his free hand while the other one holding the remote kept a steady hovering presence over the button to play the recording.
Matt took the pen and reluctantly began to sign his name at the bottom of the braille line. Â As he paused mid-way he just had to ask in order to stall for time, but he also knew from Jessica that Kilgrave did like to brag about certain things.
âHer mother. What happened to her that night on the bridge?â
âSuch a cause, a true mother to the end. She really did love our child even though she had my blood surging through her veins. But it was all worth it, when I made her cut off as many of her own limbs before she died.â Matt then began to picture his best friend, his partner and co-worker being forced to cut her own limbs one by one.
A slow, agonizing death. Â Probably even being forced to not scream as she did it or not die before she was found in the manner she had been found. Â Now the killer finally had a face, after almost 4 years he had his partnerâs killer right before him.
As he felt Kilgrave take the papers, with quick reflexes, Matt stabbed Kilgrave with the pen just short of the junction where his neck met his shoulder. Â Using this moment of his pain, he then grabbed the arm that held the remote and he twisted it behind him forcing him to release it.
âHer name is (Y/n) Perry and she will never be yours as long as I am standing!â Matt growled before he stomped on the remote breaking it. Kilgrave snarled before exclaiming.
âShoot him! Shoot him now!â next thing Matt knew, gunfire was going off as the glass windows of the lobby began to explode and the rapid gunfire continued. Â Pressing his hand against his injury, Kilgrave made his escape into the woods leaving Matt to fend for himself, or in his hopes be dead while he took care of his daughter.
*My POV*
The sound of the water crashing below the cliffâs edge rang through the early morning sky. Â The soft wind blew across my face when I heard Fatherâs voice say.
â(Y/n) darling come back to me now.â Suddenly my demeanor changed from Bobcat back to normal. Â I turned around and raced towards Father and embraced him but felt him groan in pain.
âFather, youâre injured whatâs happened?â
âIâll be alright darling, itâs just a small prick.â
âDid that man do this to you?â
âLike I said, itâs nothing you need to worry about. In fact I donât think weâll ever be seeing him again.â He brushed his fingers against my cheek before he said. Â âBut Iâm afraid this isnât a safe haven for us anymore my darling.â
âWhere will we go now?â I asked.
âJust follow my exact directions, okay?â I nodded. Â âTurn around and I want you to walk until your feet are just towards the edge.â
âButââ
âDo as your father commands my love.â He said calmly but kept a strong eye contact with me. Â I turned around and followed his orders. Â I turned to face him but he told me again, âDonât look back darling. Just straight ahead.â I walked and walked until I was just at the edge of the cliff, the tips of my feet just barely skimming the edge.
âFather, IâŠ.I donât like this.â
âItâll be alright darling. And you know Father knows best.â Suddenly I felt myself being pushed over the edge and I fell down the cliff screaming as my body scrapped and slid down the rocky cliff until what felt like halfway, I was miraculously saved by a hanging tree that caught my right arm and my feet were able to stand on just a bit of rock.
The sound of rocks and pebbles falling off the cliff and heading down the rest of the way toward the rushing water. Â I slowly twisted myself around and gripped onto the rocks that were above me as tightly as I could and tried my best to not look down or even move fearing that one slip would send me the rest of the way down toward the rocks and the rising water.
âFather?â I called up to him.
âItâll be okay darling, this is the only way we can truly be together.â Slowly I looked up to see father standing over the edge with a large rock in his hands as he slowly raised it up.
âFather please, please noâŠ..â a yell was soon heard as I saw my father being tackled by the man in red once again.  I heard them scuffle with each other and I heard the man say down to me.
âHold on (Y/n)!â
âShut up!â Father screamed at him as he tackled the man and the two of them continued to scuffle with each other. Â I gripped onto the rock and slowly began to pull myself up and inch by inch I slowly climbed up the cliffâs edge until I was almost at the top.
As I pulled myself up, I saw Father hit the man in the head with a large rock and roll over on top of him but just before he could slam the rock into his head, the man dodged it and punched Father right in his teeth.
âIâll kill you. Iâll kill you fucking bastard!â Father growled deeply as he began choking the man but the man held him back and managed to roll him over. Â Both men trying to overpower the other by being on top, but what they both didnât know was that they were heading for the edge of the cliff. Â
I pulled myself up and ran towards them and just as they both screamed about to fall to their deaths, I reached out and grabbed both of them. The two of them hanging over the cliff and I was their only lifeline. Â I looked at the man in red and seeing his face from the faint light of the early lights of dawn rising, something was starting to click in my head.
â(Y/n). (Y/n) darling, you need to let him go.â
âNo IâŠ.I can do this! Hang on!â
âHeâs not your family, (Y/n) darling. I need your other hand.â
âNo (Y/n) please!â the man said to me. Â I turned to him and his blind gaze held fear and heartbreak as he looked at my general direction. Â âHeâs using you, I know youâre not a killer.â
âHeâs not your father (Y/n)! Remember, Father knows best. Now please love, give me your other hand.â I looked between the two of them and I could feel the man in the devilâs suitâs grip beginning to slip. Â I tried to hold onto his glove tighter but ever so slowly he was starting to slip.
âNo. No!â
â(Y/n), I love you darling. I need you to help me please.â Father said.
â(Y/n),â the man said to me.  âIâŠ..Iâll be okay.â Those were his only words.  He didnât even try to plea or beg for his life, the only thing he could say in his potentially final moments were that he would be okay. I turned to father and whimpered.
âFatherâŠ..â as the tears slid down my face I let him go and used my other hand to grab hold of the man in red.  My fatherâs screams echoing throughout the cliffâs side until they were silenced.
I let out a cry as I heaved the man up and over to the cliffâs edge. Â With his help, he managed to help me help him up, once he felt his foot was up along the cliffâs edge, he pulled himself up the rest of the way and stood close to me, our arms still wrapped around over each other as we looked down at the water.
As the first rays of dawn began to hit the earth, I could see the faint body of my now deceased father being washed away by the currents. I wept but felt the man embrace me and turn my head away from the water. Â His left hand stroking through my hair while his right rubbed soothing circles along my back and I heard him softly hum the Shire theme song.
The last thing I heard before I felt myself pass out from exhaustion was the sound of a car being driven up toward us.
*3rd Person POV*
After the whole Kilgrave manor lodge incident and the authorities taking down Kilgraveâs death as a manner of self-defense, (Y/n) was resting in Matt Murdockâs bed, her body almost appearing child-like with how small she made herself.
âWhatever she went through with Kingpin, itâll be nothing compared to what Kilgrave did to her. Plus sheâll have to live with the fact sheâll forever have the knowledge that sheâs his daughter.â Jessica said to Matt.
âHe may have been her birth father, but he was never her dad.â Matt said. Â â(M/n) knew that much, and now she can finally be at peace knowing her killer has been put down.â
âNever thought Iâd hear you say something like this Murdock.â Jessica poked at him.
âLike you said, Kilgrave had the power to control anyone he wants. No amount of legal force would be able to stop him. Took him 16 years to try when he first sought her out. And he planned this whole year and a half to get her again and he nearly succeeded.â
âFortunately he didnât count on one thing.â Jessica said as she took a swig of one of Mattâs cheap beers. Â âShe had a Guardian Devil on her side. And hell hath no fury than a fatherâs loyalty.â She stood up and walked out of Mattâs apartment.
Matt turned back to (Y/n) and walked towards her before sitting right beside her. Â He adjusted the blankets back over her until she was completely covered once again but just before his hand left her shoulder, he felt her grip onto his wrist.
From all the times heâs been with her and seen her in this position since her motherâs death, he knew just how broken yet desperate her facial expression was for human contact. Â Without a single word, Matt got onto the other side of her and she cuddled up close to his chest as Mattâs arms wrapped around her. Â He kissed the top of her head as he proceeded to rub her back up and down in the soothing motion he knew she liked.
âNin meleth le ada.â He heard her softly whisper. Â Matt was stunned. Â Sure he took on the mantel of being the father-figure she needed but never has he heard her actually call him âdadâ before. Â And to hear her say it in Elvish, that was something truly special.
(Y/n) only ever spoke to her mother in Elvish and referred to her Naneth which was mother in Elvish. Â Now to be called âadaâ by her, it warmed Mattâs heart.
âNin meleth le, sellig.â At hearing him call her his daughter, he felt (Y/n) bury herself deeper into his chest and grip him a little bit tighter. Â He kissed her forehead one last time before once again humming the Shire theme song.