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EVERYBODY KNOWS THE DEVIL, chapter three| M. MURDOCK

➤ Chapter three: The one who doubts is like a wave of the sea

pairing: western!matt murdock x afab!reader

summary: you expose to matt all the information you have about the well-known baron zemo. and, accidentally, how this part of your life still affects you in many ways. including your duty.

word count: 6,3K

warnings: no use of y/n. even with the reader being referred to by they/them, people will also refer to them as a woman because of the period, so sorry. threatens (nothing really happens, reader is just too bitter). mention to catholicism. mention to drug trafficking (and other traffic lol). and mention to zemo being the gatekeeper and manipulator king that he is. hallucinations (two idiots in love, picking on each other)

SERIES MASTERLIST | prologue | chapter one | chapter two

Helmut Zemo.

How to not know such a person? That man has a very long story, so long it could be turned into a soap opera.

Most of the things he’s known for have done, you weren’t even at America and people gossiped about them with you neither way. This plus your own studies about this particular person also helped you to understand his character.

What type of doctor would you be if you didn’t study every person who is somehow related to the Serpents or their friends? Certainly, a normal doctor, at the best.

Until the last year, Baron Zemo was sent to one of the safest prisons in America, being judged as a terrorist and many other fun things. Before this? He was just a Baron of a little country on another side of the ocean that was destroyed by America due to trying to rob American land, it was what the last president said in his defense. And even though after the election of a president who tried to donate to Sokovia and try to do amends… The only royal member alive didn’t accept this well.

In Baron’s defense, until this point of his story, you must say: America really sucks.

Helmut Zemo is a war strategist, so he knew how to study his enemies. He moved to London and to the nearest port where American cargo ships were located, all of this with a new identity and a will to take down everyone involved in the almost destruction of his country. And what best way to infiltrate a country and its people if not by studying them through what they commercialize, sell and buy for in the name of said country.

In the old Sokovia, he was Helmut Zemo, the future Baron. In London, he was the Swedish professor, Theo Broussard. And, once in America, he had no name but the desire to tear down the people who had done wrong to his people and family.

And, once he was caught after killing every single military member involved in Sokovia destruction and before he could reach the last president: Helmut was imprisoned, not even having the right to be imprisoned in his own land or of the privileges that his name would have by being royalty.

However, as he went to jail, all the papers in the country talked about his story as a poor man looking for justice after America destroyed his home and colonized its land. Which didn’t much help the president and the politics at the time, but it helped Zemo earn the solidarity of some American citizens.

Also, which served as something five years later, when suddenly, it was okay for Helmut to no longer be a prisoner as long as he posted all of his bails and stayed within the country. Because, as it seems, it was completely fine for America that the Baron to not be seen as a prisoner and continue as a terrorist criminal living among Americans, right?

The fuck?

Since then, he is and isn’t involved with the criminals around the country. It’s really hard to tell, Helmut became a strong politic in America and at the same time, someone who is financing the commercialization of in ports and managing the schemes present in all ports. Including the clandestine ones and hiding them under the rug.

While everybody knows it, everybody also pretends not to. Since his funding is helping the country to grow even more.

Worse: even if many of the people inside the criminal world know about the rumors of him had been the Freighter two years ago, the person in charge of the Port — the group that helps criminals use every port in America without being stopped by the law for a good price.

But, from what you heard the last time you checked the group (when with “check”, you mean beat their asses) if he was the Freighter, he isn’t anymore but is trying to become again. As much as the Freighter identity remains a secret, the people who want to become him aren’t a secret. Not when they are funding ports and commercialization more than usually, growing among the politics and the criminals at the same time.

Helmut had done this before, at the moment he was out of the prison. And for the last months, he’s been doing it again.

You have zero ideas about how it works to become the next Freighter. If there’s an election or some kind of duel between the candidate and the current one. But there is a way and Helmut Zemo is in his way to become one.

“Wait, come again-” Matt interrupts your train of thoughts, his brows are furrowed as you walk side by side and talk in whispers, “Did you know him?”

Did you? Sincerely, the more you wonder about it, the more you doubt it.

“After everything we’ve been discussing since the Josie’s until now, that’s your question? And here was me thinking that you’d explain what is his relation to the Serpents’ spots” you puff, looking up.

You only knew his persona when face to face, not the Baron.

You know the person he needed to be to collect information and keep with his mission. What you know about the Baron, it was through your own research, he never acted as the Baron around you. You could know about his true identity and have your assumptions about what he wanted, but he didn’t know that.

Either way, why does it matter?

“You didn’t answer my question” Matt ignores your complaining and points out your attempt to change the subject, “Did you?”

“Fine, yes. Yes, I knew him” you blurb out, feeling the memories about those old days sinking in instead of being buried away from you, “I attended some of his classes lectures at the time he was in London, I knew who he was and the connections his family had with the Serpents. Sokovia wanted to fund their project before America took their land, so I investigated him and if he still had any contact with the Serpents”

You were already a good strategist by yourself, your family helped you to become one. You’re a logical person since birth, they’d say. But, in some kind of way, “Professor Broussard’s classes” helped you to be a lot better at analyzing and studying facts before they come to a clear view.

And, for your luck or not, Professor Broussard was one of the few professors in London who allowed “women” to attend his lectures. So, why not seize the opportunity? It was two birds with one stone.

So why doesn’t feel simple as how you want it to sound? It should be.

The attorney tilts his head, processing this information for a second, it makes sense. It isn’t like he hoped for something different from that coming from you.

“And? What did you discover?” he questions you again.

“He hates them,” you say simply, shrugging, “They were the ones who sold the information about Sokovia trying to help groups of native Americans to conquer back their lands by offering them resources in exchange for deals”

“The Serpents gave Sokovians up to do a better deal with American politicians” Matt concludes and you nod, confirming, “That explains a lot, way more than I expected”

“May you share it with the class, Mr. Murdock?” you narrow your eyes at him, waiting for a direct answer instead of a ‘lick lips, press them and say something that adds nothing to the subject’ coming from him.

As if in cue, he does almost exactly what you thought. The attorney of law shakes his head, licks his lips, and presses them in a thin line before answering you. But, this time, he gives you the answer you need.

“If the rumors about the Baron had been the Freighter some time ago are true, that’s mean that maybe his hatred towards the Serpents could have been the reason for him being replaced or lost his title” Slowly, Matt explains and you analyze his words.

“We don’t know that” you mutter, glancing at the lawyer and ignoring how to think about your ex-professor in this scenario makes you nervous, “Not for sure”

In some way, you already know where this explanation will be leaded. And you don’t like that.

Not at all.

“If it wasn’t the main reason, it was one of the reasons” the vigilante mutters back, resting his lenses to the tip of his nose so you can see his unfocused honey eyes, “If that’s the case, he is trying to gain back the gang respect back and by that... You already know what it may mean.”

Perhaps, that’s the first time you don’t want to know, that you've already deducted. Truly.

“He’ll let his anger towards the Serpents aside in exchange for the power that is the Freighter gives him” you ponder out loud our thoughts, only to Matt hear it, “He could give them new connections, so they can contact their clients in safe ways. Also, easy up the way of their products, how they arrive and how they left from their spots, without even being noticed. It’d be a lot harder to find them”

The red vigilante fixes his lenses back, knowing too well that you’re not wrong to assume this. It is all good bad possibilities. From what you know about Zemo’s hunger for power since his country’s downfall, it isn’t wrong to think he’d do anything to become the Freighter.

Even forgive his arch-nemesis.

“Or” listening to the pounding of your heart, Matt tries to soothe you, “He will try to gain the Serpents’ trust to pull the wool over their eyes later”

“It’s a possibility” you mumble, looking away from the man who is more guiding you than you to him.

“Indeed” Matt nods, smiling to himself when your heart gets a steady beat again.

It isn’t the first time he listens to your heart getting so loud inside your chest. From the moment you saved him to all the times you talked about the Serpents, your heart would get erratic, blind by anger and fury.

They clearly did something to you. Affect you in some twisted way, turning you to be who you’re today. This confidence facade you carry with you and which he sensed since the first instant.

He doesn’t want to say it or even think about it in particular, but it reminds him of himself. Of how he was like years ago, all the times he wished that killing was the only way possible so he could feel less guilty.

Roscoe Sweeney, The Hand, Fisk...

Killing them and any other corrupted so wouldn’t give him peace. It took Matt a long time to understand that.

If it wasn’t for his friends and allies, he’d had been lost a long time ago.

So yes, for the best or worst, he recognizes the anger that fills your heart every time you think about the Serpents.

However, now? It’s different, somehow. Your heart was pounding for a different reason than before, it isn’t only because of what the Serpents had done to you.

But the Baron.

Nervousness? Sadness? Fear? Grievance?

He can’t put a finger right into it and, also, he doesn’t want to make assumptions.

You already don’t like when he’s direct when speaking about your issues, what you refer to as him being a ‘flannel mouth’. So, he doesn’t want you to try to get rid of him again.

“Anyway” you look around, quietly trying to figure out where exactly Matt is leading you, “Why did that hanged guy tell you about Zemo? He just wanted to warn you or something?”

“Probably, but that wasn’t the only reason” Matt... Wait, he sniffed the air? You try to ignore this thought. No, he did not, “He told me that the Baron will be in Hell’s Kitchen tomorrow, apparently because of the Port of Hudson River. It used to be where most of the traffic happened, maybe he'll promise the old dealers resources to boost their illegal business around here again. In addition, the Serpents are present in Hell’s Kitchen as well. Two birds”

You complete in your mind, “with a stone”, thinking about it carefully.

“It makes sense” you nod. Sadly, your conscience makes sure to point it out and you shake it off, “But how? He will gather them all in a corner and then, ta-da?“

“Well, you aren’t too far from the truth” Matt smirks, “Rumors say that early tomorrow morning, the most famous or important people in town will receive an invitation to a charity ball organized by the so-called Baron Zemo”

Oh? Oh...

Matt can swear he can hear the wheels inside your head spinning and running at full throttle, at the same speed as you reason each piece of information. Connecting each dot to the other and analyzing everything in a big picture.

As every time you seem to be analyzing something, you are quiet but humming to yourself. Mumbling under your breath disconnected words that only make sense inside your head and your breathing slow down.

It feels like you’re sleeping while your head is working non-stop.

If you had been assigned as a male when you were born, Matt is full of sure that you’d be a known doctor – and not for your fight skills, but your quick thinking.

“Which means that you and your fellow’s attorneys will be invited, your firm is becoming known because of Fisk. It’d be wise to have you guys by his side” you say quickly what is on your mind, almost running over yourself while still wondering, “It is the best move to do”

“For sure” Turning a corner, Matt states and gets his cane under his arm. As if you’re close to where you’re heading to, “The Baron doesn’t want to be the next criminal boss to be taken down by us, even if he is protected by a lot of politicians”

“What can we say? Zemo is a strategist, he knows what he is doing” you roll your eyes, “Anyway, why would I be interested in this ball? Do you think that the Serpents will be there?”

“Probably one or two but that’s not the point” you frown at his words, when you take a look at his face, you see a smug growth in his features.

You were wrong, he really ‘licked lips, pressed lips in a thin line and add nothing to the subject The Serpents’ you until now. Damn catholic boy.

“Go straight to the point, Devil” your voice is a grunt, holding together every patience that you have.

“The criminal that I mentioned before said that a list would be given to the Baron during his ball,” Matt says, calmly, ignoring your temper and slowly walking, “A gift from the Serpents themselves, a list with all their addresses. Where are their labs, their aces in the hole, their main location, everything on date”

You stop on your tracks immediately, forcing the other vigilante to stop as well.

“...All?” that must be a joke.

“Yes, all” the lawyer nods, his chestnut strands falling in front of his gaze. Not that it made a difference to him anyway, but it bothered you, “If our theories are correct, it may be an agreement of peace between them”

“And all of this during the baron’s charity ball that it’ll be happening...?” your piercing stare lingers in the hair hanging in his face, you have to control your urge to brush it off of his sightless sight, “Do we have an exact date?”

“No,” he tilts his head, parting his focus between guiding you both to the familiar place he knows by the back of his hand and the weight of your eyes over him, “I would give from three to four or five days? The baron can’t be here for too long or he will call the kind of attention that his people don’t appreciate”

“Which is...” you already know but, either way, you want to listen to it coming from the red guy’s mouth.

“... Unpleasant scrutinizing” the 'vigilante by night and attorney by day' states, clearly referring to the way your gaze is upon his unfocused one.

It isn't like you care about it, not at all.

“Hm”, you hum, silently mocking him, “You have a few strands of hair in front of your eyes”

Matt shrugs, fixing his dark lenses one more time as if in a tic, “I know”

You raise a brow at him, this man is certainly a joke. Now you’re sure of it.

“It bothers,” you say it again, expecting for him to understand what you mean, “It makes people look and hope for you to fix it, even when you’re legally blind”

“And what if is that what I want?” he whispers and you fail to notice the little trap he settled among every syllable that he spoke.

“People’s attention?” you snort, facing away from him and recognizing some of the business around you in Hell’s Kitchen.

“Yours.”

Matt grins and you hate it, even more, when he does take his hair out of his eyes but it isn’t enough to bring your attention back to him. And... Jesus Christ, you don’t even know how to react.

This is the same man that you sadly had to save a few days ago. The one that is testing your patience by not agreeing with your particular mission. The vigilante that you put to sleep so it couldn’t annoy you any longer or truly changed your mind about what you have to do.

The man who surprisingly appeared in the Church where you were confessing, as always, willing to get in a good place with you.

“Then I’d say you’re both a delusional and painful soul,” you tsk, shaking your head. Trying to shake your thoughts away from you.

You don’t know if you prefer to think about your past related to the Baron or the vigilante by your side.

“Why?” he knows the question, but as you did before, he wants you to say it out loud.

“You know why” however, you wouldn’t.

You wouldn’t say that treating your attention as something fulfilling is stupid. Because you two know too well how no good you are. You don’t need to say it loud when both of you are aware of this, that believing there’s hope and something good in you is both delusional and painful when it's nothing more than a white lie to yourself.

The attorney lifts his chin to the sky, hiding his smugly smile from you. Of course, he expected that kind of answer coming from you

“We are here,” he abruptly stops his steps and points with his cane to the direction of the place he has been leading him and you.

The first thing you see is the sign above the front door: Nelson, Murdock & Page. So here is the famous law firm, it looks better than what you had heard about.

It is... Cozy, to say the least. A little and simple building, with a low rooftop and few steps that leads to the front door and the big name of their law firm. Woods’s painted white covers the walls outside and contrasts with the red flowers that decorate and try to enchant the place.

You can’t truly see the inside but from its area and height, you can guess that it has the necessary. Two officers or less, an interrogatory room, an entrance, and a little more, what an attorney and agent of the justice need to help their town and their people.

“Again, why are we here?” you cross your arms, not taking your eyes out of the place.

“It’s the safest place for me to answer whatever questions you have about me, remember? That’s our deal, right? For me to explain to you about my skills?” you slowly nod, but as you remember his blindness and his silence lingering for a couple of seconds, you mumble a simple ‘yes’, “So we talk about it here, plus a plan to go this ball and get the addresses in that list”

“It makes sense,” you nod in agreement, “But I don’t see how I will get invited, the name I used in London was different and Helm- the baron doesn’t even know about me or me being here, what would make me go to that ball?”

“Easy,” he smiles, gesturing for you to go ahead to the firm, he would go after you, “You’ll be my plus one”

“Oh that turns the situation a lot better,” you roll your eyes, stepping the few steps to the porch and turning your face back to the red man following you closely, “Really”

“I’m happy to hear it” the lawyer smiles again, ignoring your sarcastic tone and placing his hand on your back, “Before we go in, I’m sensing my friend in there so don’t overreact since I didn’t know he was here”

He doesn’t wait for your answer as he forces you in.

“Wait, the fuck?” you question, trying to understand what he truly meant.

Sensing? Friend? Overreact? As if you’re a dramatic person, the only thing you could do a drama about all of this is with what he means with ‘sensing’. Who says anything using that specific word?

As you first step inside the place officially, you analyze the light walls and how the floor clicks every step of yours, leading you to the entrance room. Where some chairs are left in the corner in case of visits and clients, and the secretary’s table is located in the center. Supposedly, where should be empty except for the many papers and folders on it.

However, there is a man. You recognize him as the one who is always showing his face in the papers every time their firm is mentioned. A blondie who is close to his early thirties, his hair reaches his shoulders and falls gracefully over them. The dark beard growing on his face fits with his white skin and his dark brown eyes.

Like Matt, the blonde man with a sarcastic grin is well dressed, a very truly attorney of the law ready for the service. With suit and a top hat in his head, just waiting for their next client.

You know his name. Again, you read the papers, and his face was always there anytime this firm was mentioned in an article. Franklin Nelson, co-founder of the law firm along with Mur-damn-dock and Page.

“I would thank God you’re alive but I’m feeling willing to choke the life out of you myself,” before Matt step inside, standing beside you and almost hiding in your shadow, the blondie is already firing at him.

“We had talked already about the blasph-” the chestnut man with his dark lenses try his way out of this discussion, smiling sheepishly and censoring his partner.

However, Foggy cuts him right away and doesn’t give him the chance. “Don’t you dare talk me out of this, what had we talked about getting your head in reckless shit?”

“I like him” you mutter from where you are, taking this opportunity to walk away from this discussion. You make yourself in-home, seating in one of their chairs and interweaving your gaze between the two lawyers.

The red vigilante turned his head back to where you’re sitting now, as who says ‘really, huh?’

Despite that, the blonde attorney doesn’t seem to notice your presence. Focusing all his rage on the poor blind man. Poor like shit, you add in your head.

“I know what we talked about it, as I know that I didn’t do something reckless for us to be discussing” Matt places his hands at his hips, “And what you’re doing at work? It’s Sunday afternoon, I told you I’d be fine”

“And do you think I would believe you? After years of knowing you and your stubbornness,” the blonde imitates the other gesture, watching them feels like watching two temperamental mothers arguing. Which, honestly, makes everything more fun to you, “Explain to me why I wouldn’t worry about you facing the same man that tortured the last criminals we arrested?”

You try your best to hide your smile, even knowing that the Murdock can’t see it. Nonetheless, you turn your face to him and slightly lift your chin, waiting for an explanation too — different from his friend, you wouldn’t choke the life out of him depending on his answer, at least, not this time.

There is entertaining in seeing that the vigilante’s friend, an ideal civil, is worried about him meeting with you. “A man”, you mentally scoff. Because he isn’t wrong to be worried about it in particular, you really wished to kick his ass at the Church and send him straight to an empty grave.

However, God is a great sucker.

Bless the blondie and bless you, because as you are seeing, you need the patience to deal with the Devil indeed.

“Because they saved my life?” The man bows his head, sliding his lenses through the bridge of his nose, “You don’t save the life of someone you want dead”

Well, now you kind of does. But you are keeping your mouth shut, appreciating the fact that the blondie still doesn’t notice you in the room.

“This is not a great answer, you know?” the blonde lawyer casts skeptical eyes at his partner, taking his hat off and leaving it on the table where he is seating, “I’m your friend, and sometimes you make me want to kill you, I could tell that Karen feels the same”

“Ouch” Murdock mutters under his breath, resting his hand on his chest, taken aback by his friend’s statement.

You glance at the lawyer again, stopping your gaze at the annoying one with the red tie.

“You told me to not overreact but I guess that you should have told that to yourself,” you whisper, loud enough to anyone to hear.

The blonde guy included.

“And I’m sorry, who are you?” he gestures in your direction, peacefully seating and watching them discussing. Finally, processing your presence between them, “I wasn’t expecting my partner to face death in the morning, come here — alive — and with a client in a freaking Sunday”

Matt can’t take this situation any longer, he only sighs and rubs his temples, tired. If the vigilante attorney had ‘sensed’ his friend’s presence before you two stepped in their firm, he shouldn’t be so surprised by his partner treating him as if he is stupid. But he is surprised and tired.

And you can't be more pleased. If you didn't know any better, you'd have already cackled in front of them but you can already feel how the unfocused honey brown eyes would burn holes in your head.

“I’m not a client-”

“They aren’t a client-”

You and Matt say at the same time, running over each other’s sentences.

The blonde glares the both of you, intrigued. “Then...?”

There is silence as the wheels inside Nelson’s mind start to spin, working and connecting the dots quickly. After all, he's a lawyer, he knows how to put together facts and come up with logical conclusions.

Except that Foggy doesn’t like that conclusion, at all. Doesn’t think it’s logical either.

But since when something related to Matt Murdock and his night activities is logical?

“You!” he turns his face entirely in your direction, his tone and finger-pointing at you accusatory.

One more time, Matt sighs, hiding his face in his hands as he thinks through it all.

His friend sounds like if he’ll do true about his words. Nelson will choke the life out of him after today.

You only grin, like the blonde, you aren’t happy with this situation.

There are two known words caught in Nelson’s throat: the Doctor. He can’t say that, he can’t state such a thing. If he says it, it will prove that he is right.

And God forbid if he is right about who you are.

“Sydney,” you get up and slightly bow, avoiding shaking his hand, “You can call me Sydney, or Syd, it doesn’t really matter”

It doesn’t matter because it isn’t your true name, Matt thinks over, slowly inclining his head. He doesn’t need to focus on the heartbeats in this room to know that he is screwed.

And you aren’t helping.

“We are working together in a... A parallel case, the one I mentioned some days ago” Matt taps his cane as he speaks, bringing your attention back to him along with his partner’s, “Like I said, you shouldn’t have worried about me, Foggy”

“Foggy?” your question is ignored by Matt’s wave of a hand and Foggy’s glaring.

“Sydney, huh” the blonde crosses his arms, not taking his eyes off of your or Matt for a second, “I imagine that this kind of case requests for medicine skills”

“Depends on how people are willing to almost die in front of me or how much God wants to test my temper,” you say is simply, shrugging it off.

Your answer doesn’t seem to please Matt. Much less, the other attorney in front of you.

Matthew shakes his head, turning his attention back to his friend, “I have a good explanation”

“You better,” Foggy turns his finger from you to Matt, narrowing his eyes and glaring daggers at his partner and his pouting face, “You with me. Now. My office”

Noticing that the blonde is referring to him, Matt tilts his head, resting his cane under his arm. From where you are, he looks like a lost puppy that is about to be lectured by his owner.

“Your office?” he asks in an octave tone, gesturing to your direction behind him, “And them?”

“Yes, they can wait” Foggy nods overly, already walking to his office without the wait for Matt response, “I hope you are still here when we back, Sydney”

“Cope, Mr. Nelson” you agree, sitting back to your chair and giving them a last smile before they’re are lost from your sight.

Matt feels Foggy’s heart pounding in his chest with stress. It’s no surprise that Foggy doesn’t appreciate the situations where his friend’s vigilante life is sinking in dangerous shit. The chestnut attorney senses his partner’s anger towards him but, also, his worrying as he opens the door to his office.

After years, isn’t like it get easy to not worry about his friend’s life.

“The Doctor? Serious?” Foggy’s voice wakes Matt from his thoughts while he is shoved into the office, “You brought her to our firm on a sacred Sunday?”

“I brought them, yes” Matt corrects him, clapping his hands in front of him, “I need their help, they need my help. I need them not to kill the Serpents, and they need by his side if they want a chance to reach the Serpents in less than a month”

“Oh sorry,” Foggy raises his hands exasperatedly, “Easy peasy, I hadn’t noticed how you have everything perfectly planned”

“Yeah, I have” The vigilante doesn’t hesitate as he agrees, shaking his head up and down.

“You can’t be serious, Matt” the blonde rolls his eyes, rubbing his forehead, “Serious, what the fuck? I thought we would deal with these biological weapons projects and those scientists with the right way, the legal one. No teaming-up with the person that you said is famous among the criminals for wanting every one of these crazy scientists and gang fucking dead.”

“We had a conversation, I was very clear about the not killing part,” Matt rests his backs against the door, pretending not to feel his friend urge to punch his face, “We will still do this in our way, they know the Serpents better than us, they even know much more about the Baron and many other big people”

“So everything is good, sure sure” Foggy shakes his head, spiling sarcasm in each word, “A vigilante that knows criminals and with a full punisher spirit that won’t kill just because you told them so”

“The Serpents did something to them, affect them deep down in some way that makes them think they must kill every single one of them. I know that” Matt mutters, gesturing all the time, “There’s good in them, they have morals and I can help lead them away from this path of killing”

“Matt, stop. God, please, stop” Foggy brings his hands together and takes a deep breath, cutting Matt before he can continue with his speech, “I will only say it once, it isn’t your job to guide every vigilante you identify yourself with, to lead them into a path of good vigilante. I told you to let this situation with the Doctor slide away and just keep with our plan, and what do you do?”

It is a rhetorical question but, even so, Matt looks willing to answer. To which Foggy only nods to himself and doesn’t let his friend speak.

“You bring them to our plans, I imagine you told them about the Baron if you know that they know some shit bout this guy,” Matt’s quietness and eyes avoiding the blonde’s frame is enough to Nelson, “Yeah, I imagined, you’re too predictable. What makes you think that they won’t trick you, us, and keep the Serpents and its projects so they can destroy every trace of vipers? Huh? Please, enlighten me”

Matthew licks his lips, hanging his head taking a couple of seconds in silence until Foggy’s heart gets a more steady beating. Leaving his cane to rest against the door, he approaches his friend, fixing his lenses quickly.

“Because if they were a person that kills, they would have killed every one of the criminals we imprisoned before. And they didn’t, because they can’t.” the attorney speaks carefully, listening closely to the blonde’s breathing calming down, “They a doctor, they save lives, not take them. As every good human, they have doubts, and you know what they say about who doubts”

Foggy sighs, hating to know how his friends are right. The blonde forces his words out, completing the reasoning, “They are lost”

You sit in the damn chair, looking around until you feel the pearl white of the walls burning your eyes. In no world you had ever imagined that you’d be in a situation like that, there is a reason why you never worked with someone else. But it isn’t like you have much of a choice.

You need to get to Helmut’s ball, whether you like it or not. He doesn’t know that you are in Hell’s Kitchen, much less that you knew about his true identity since London. And, if it depends on you, he will never know. So, there is no chance of the baron inviting you to the ball, which means that you need to be someone plus one.

Matt’s plus one, in that case.

That also means that you need the vigilante by your side, it doesn’t matter if you like the idea or not. You’re stuck with him and him with you.

Perhaps, there is a reason after all for the Devil had fallen from heaven. Nobody up there had the patience it required to be by his side.

If back in London, you thought that to be in the same room with the Baron could be challenging, the red guy is a perfect opponent. Both of them giving their best to force you to kick them out of your life.

But, as you see now, they always come back. Helmut is a good example.

“Ya’re overthinking again, kiddo” a hand rests in your shoulder, weighing you down like lead and sinking you into the chair. Daring it not to buckle under the pressure of your body, “Remember what Pop always said-”

“-One thought at a time,” you complete the familiar sentence, listening to your father’s voice behind your head along with the one beside you, “I’m doing it, I’m focused”

“No, ya’re not” he sits in the chair near you, gripping the crucifix hanging by his neck with a bloody fist, “Ya’re hesitating”

“Hesitating to do what?” you question, puzzled, glancing at the old grumpy guy, “I’m only seating down, waiting for the next step. Nothing happens out of sudden”

“I am not talking about it,” he shakes his head, a disapproval look lingers in his stare and he points to your forehead, “I am talking about it, ya’re doubting. Even more since your confession”

“That’s not true” you flinch from his cold touch, "I know what I have to do, it’s not a deal that will stop me. You know that”

He flicks your forehead, earning a puff from you. However, Benjamin just offers a sad smile back to you, “Do you? Do you really know?”

You sigh, your back falls into the chair and you rub your eyes. But you can’t take back the tears that sprinkle in the corners of your eyes or the sobbing caught in your chest.

“They destroyed my life, yours... Of everyone I cared about and loved,” you hide your face in the palms of your hands, “And even so, I'll be strong enough to cross that red line, Benny"

“Ya’re not doubting ya strength” Benny puffs, glancing at you, “Different from that coward, Zemo, ya’re not thinking about giving up for power. But because ya’re afraid”

“I’m not” you look at your brother.

“Yes, ya are” he grits his teeth, impatient with your denial, “My little sibling is a coward?”

“No,” you take a deep breath, biting your cheeks, “I’m a doctor”

“And what it's up to you to do? as one of us?“ his crucifix sparkles beneath your gaze.

“I’ll cut the head off the snake” you whisper, more to yourself than to your brother’s ghost, “Without hesitation”

Without any doubt.

But how?

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