#incorrect daredevil quote

[onlykastle]

Karen Page: I know you think my judgements clouded because I like Frank a little bit.

Matt Murdock: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Karen Page: That’s our joint tombstone.

Matt Murdock: My mistake.

[sinvulkt]

Pathetic by Udekai ( @udekai )

Serie with 15 works. Ongoing, 188k words.

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Part 1, chap 7:

Didn’t deserve it. Nobody does. Happens anyway. You deserve help. Temptation. Something he could not have- did not need to be reminded. Stop dangling it in front of him.   Love. Addiction. Keep it away. Couldn’t have that, either.   Comfort. Please. What? What comfort?   Something stopped him from abusing the voice in his head. Not compassion.   Fuck off.   A couple of beats of silence. He found himself regretting the thought, though it was the right thing to think. The right thing to do. Leave him alone.   Still here.   Matt swallowed thickly. His skin was clammy and cold, his hair plastered to his forehead from leftover sweat. It was turning into a gel. He was disgusting. Disgusting. Beautiful. Loved.   It wasn’t as easy to smile at this one; the last path he went down, the last train of thought- that one was a comedian. He didn’t know what this one was. He could only manage the vaguest smirk.   I’d like to be alone now, he thought, more gently than he'd like. More fragile, like he was pleading.   You are.   Matt won. He fucking won.

Part 1, chap 8:

Good job, dad! You did it.    A giggle bubbled up in him that turned into an earnest laugh. He threw his head back and chuckled until he had to wipe a tear from his eye. It took a moment to settle down, laughter still bouncing off of the distant hills.   What a fucking way to get something done. Absolutely insane.   Of course, that was somebody else that dear ol' dad died for. Some schmuck with big, hopeful dreams and a soul. Matt didn't have either of those things. Didn't need them. Anything he didn't already have, he had the tools to acquire, and in the absence of anything worthwhile, he planned to take whatever he wanted. The world that forgot him would know his name, but they wouldn't dare say it aloud.   He wasn't supposed to be like this, but they didn't call men "self-made" because they came out of factories. He would build himself out of blood and money, and carve what he was owed out of the same breed of people that put him here.   Prissy PR executives. Slimy, ineffective lawyers. Guns for hire. Desperate, stupid people. Any one of them could be snapped, just as he had. Even the Hand would bow.   A king, at last.

Because laughing in the face of despair... is the right way to go.

Part 10, chapter 25:

There was anger in him. Matt, at his core, was vengeful, but he had not known this kind of raw rage since he was a child. He felt unstable and volatile; running on natural gas that had yet to catch a spark.   He didn't know what he was so pissy about. Maybe he was angry that there were so many obstacles between him and being known, or that he wanted to be known in the first place, or that he couldn't allow himself to be known.   Maybe a mixture of all of them. He wanted, and he could not have, and maybe it was as simple as that. Maybe the familiarity of this bitter taste on the back of his tongue was what inspired it: because he did know this. He knew temptation like an old enemy: he wanted a father, he wanted a family, he wanted his mother when the blood dried between his fingers, he wanted to run away with someone who understood, he wanted vengeance without cost, he wanted the world to see what they had created and weep with apology.   He wanted to be mourned.   He wanted, and he could not have.

[mari--lace]

Matt: Hey, what's the word for people who do heroic things?

Karen: Heroes.

Foggy: Dead.

[the-doctor-9-10]

Matt Murdock: Sorry, lost my cool for a second.

Frank Castle: Can’t lose something you never had.

[sinvulkt]

in technicolor by deniigiq ( @deniigi )

Brett sighed and looked down at the folder in his hand.

“Your name is Peter, right?”

“Lawyer.”

“Peter, we haven’t even started talking. Let’s just take a minute to ease up.”

“Lawyer.”

“Bud, we haven’t charged you with a crime. This is just talking.”

“Law. Yer.”

Goddamn.

(Brett's encounters with Team Red/vigilantes and their weird fucking way of helping). Completed, 120k words.

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Chapter 3:

Lawyer or not, Matt had survived 8, going on nine hours of questioning by the whole station. Everyone had their own style and you would have thought that by then, someone’s would have worked. Hell, anyone else might have been pushed to make even a false confession at that point. Matt was a tenacious son of a bitch, Brett would give him that. “Matt, you need anything before we get started?” he asked. Matt groaned into Foggy’s shoulder. “To leave?” he tried. Sorry, pal.   “Are you familiar with a person called Daredevil?” “Yes.” “What do you know about him?” “He’s a fucking asshole.” “Oh? How do you know that?” “He’s the reason I’ve been here for two million years.”

[sinvulkt]

Friends or Foes? Not Even The Devil Knows by Cry_abt_it

Or, some of the Avengers think Daredevil is the actual Devil. They try and figure it out by invited themselves on some of his missions, trying to figure out his identity, and experimenting with his powers. Finished, 24k words.

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Chap 9:

“Are you saying Daredevil let Mr. Murdock get attacked?” Steve asked,

“I’m saying, Daredevil knew those ninjas were going after the firm, and protected Page and Nelson, but clearly, not Murdock.”

Chap 10:

“I’ve been trying to loose their trail for the past two days!! I’m tired of them following me around!” Matt ranted to Foggy who was trying to hide is smile and incoming laughter.

“They just want to help Matt, they think your in danger!” Karen said playfully,

Neither one of them was taking this seriously I mean hey, some skilled and powerful superhero’s are watching their reckless blind vigilante friend who has zero self-preservation’s back? Oh yeah, that’s just awful !!!

[...]

It was Clint’s turn to watch while Natasha grabbed them both some food from the corner store about a block away from the firm, Murdock was about to leave so she told him she’d meet him on the roof of the building across from Mr. Murdocks.

Clint was trailing him as he walked home at a relatively moderate pace, jumping from one building to the next with silent ease, when out of nowhere, Murdock just, vanished.

Clint let the man get a little ahead and while he was catching up, Murdock turned the corner to his block and when Clint caught up to where he should have been, he wasn’t there.

Clint searched frantically, going to the man’s apartment and looking through the building, checking alleyways and all of the stores leading from where he disappeared to the man’s apartment. But Matt. Wasn’t. There.

By the time Natasha finally joined him Clint was in near panic. He was left in charge of protecting Matt. He was suppose to watch the poor guys back. And he failed.

[...]

Frank couldn’t stop laughing.

“So- so you just left the poor guy?! Thinking you just vanished into thin air or some shit?!”

“Yeah pretty much.”

[onlykastle]

Foggy Nelson: Going to meetings, writing stuff down. You love that nerd stuff.

Karen Page: Writing stuff down is nerdy? What do you do?

Foggy Nelson: I just forget stuff like a cool person.

[the-doctor-9-10]

Matt: I sort of did something and I need your advice. But I don't want a lot of judgement and criticism.

Foggy: And you came to me?