Making A Deal With The (Dare)Devil
-(Joseph Quinn's) Johnny Storm x Daredevil!Reader-
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🔥Summary: When a legal issue strikes, the Fantastic Four find themselves in a pickle, they desperately scramble to find a lawyer who’s willing to take their case. And that’s where you come in. A big hot shot, yet well respected, pro-bono lawyer who’s ready to put up a fight. However, when things start to get rough, the Family realizes they might need your help outside the suit and tie…
🔥Pairings: Fantastic 4 x Lawyer/Vigilante!Reader (Platonic); Johnny x Fem!Reader (Slowburn-ish)
🔥Rating: Mature (Just to be safe)
🔥Word Count: 15,710 (👀)
🔥Date: 10/22/25
🔥Warnings: Attempted Assassination; Minor Character Death; Blood; Poor Written Fight Scenes; Invasion of Privacy; Mention of Pregnancy; Japanese Translated Via Google (Probably not accurate); Reader Is Implied to Be Karedevil's Kid, Can Be Read as Bio or Adopted; Spoilers for DD Show/Comics; Spoilers for FF:FS; Openish Ending?
(Lmk if I missed anything; I'll re-beta this later)
🔥 A/N: Just a little idea that floated around and took a bit to right out. Not exactly my best work, but hopefully y'all still like it. Enjoy! -- A little heads up, this does go back and forth between 2nd and 3rd POV depending on who's the main focus.
Lynne Nichols, the CEO of Future Foundation, was running late…. And it was the first time she’s ever done that (and this fantastic family has known her for quite some time now). She was cutting it super close to the set time for the meeting that Sue had to plaster on a smile and wing it without any notes or info of what this meeting was even about. But Sue was one to roll with punches, and knows exactly how to adapt. Eventually, everything was settled at a reasonable time which happened to be on par when Lynne finally arrived.
“I am so, so sorry, Sue.” The woman says, arriving in the office was the deepest look of regret. “I usually can get up without an alarm on time.”
“It’s fine, Ly–” Sue’s words died down as she finally saw her crystal clearly. Her big blues went wide as she hustled over. “Lynne, what happened to your eye?” Her concern came out very, very motherly, despite them being around the same age.
Lynne waves the blonde off. “Oh, I’m alright dear. It’s not as bad as you think.”
“But still. It’s a black eye.” Sue frowns with concern. “Is that why you were late?”
“Yes. I guess yesterday’s incident was more tiring than I thought.” She says with a nod. “Speaking of that. Have you heard of ‘Daredevil’ by any chance?”
“Daredevil?”
“I had to go to Hell’s Kitchen to pick something up. When I got out I was going to hail a cab, but none were around, so I thought if I walked closer to another part of the city that I would find some. Well… someone came out of the shadows and attacked me, intending to mug me.” Lynne frowns, and gestures to her eye. “Got a few hits in.”
“Lynne…”
“I was just about to hand over everything when someone else came out of the dark. This person had on a red suit and mask with horns–”
“Horns?”
“And they put on a heck of a fight. It was like watching a martial art show live. It was so quick, and smooth -- They apprehend the mugger like it was a typical Friday night. They handed me my purse, made sure if I was okay, and disappeared into the night. The policeman told me that’s their resident vigilante, ‘Daredevil’.” Lynne explains with a small shrug. “Never heard of ‘em until last night.”
“Neither have I. I was unaware that there could be someone else fighting crime.”
“Well, that’s what the nice policeman said. He thinks because this city has four amazing superheroes that they wouldn’t even think twice about someone else coming on their radar.”
“Makes sense. I guess.”
“Well, maybe look into it. Maybe it’ll be nice to have an ally to rely on.”
°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
“Have any of you heard of Daredevil?” Sue asks, as she enters the lab where everyone else was. They all faced her with confused expressions.
“Who?” Her brother asks, as he was bouncing his Nephew up and down on his leg (Franklin giggling here and there).
“Daredevil.” She repeats, the name still a bit strange to her (And this coming from someone who was given a literal superhero name). “Apparently there’s a vigilante in Hell’s Kitchen.”
“What? Since when?”
“Since now, I guess.” Sue fiddles with her hands a bit as she moves to stand in front of her family; She decided not to ease into the story after quick thinking. “Lynne got mugged last night.”
“What?” Johnny says with widened eyes, the two others tensing up at her words.
“Is she okay?” Ben asks, worriedly.
“She’s fine. Has a small black eye, but other than that, she’s fine.” Sue reassures. “Apparently this Daredevil person came in and stopped the mugger.”
“Stopped, how?” Her husband asks, and anyone who knew him well enough could see the gears in his head turning.
“Just by fighting. Lynne explained it was like watching a seasoned martial artist.”
“How interesting. I mean, we’ve had some… fans who try to ‘prove’ that they’re capable of joining us.” Reed pauses at his own words. “Wait. Is it a fan?”
“I don’t think this is a fan.” Sue explains. “Lynne also mentioned that the police were talking to her, they made it sound like this guy’s been around for a while. They think it’s because our family’s so front and centered that any news about Daredevil has been overshadowed.”
“That actually makes sense.” Ben says.
“Do we look into it?” Johnny asks, looking between them for an answer.
“Let’s keep it on the table. If it becomes a concern, we’ll look into it.” Reed replies, which was a good enough response for everyone.
°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
A few weeks had strolled by, and anything about this mysterious vigilante had become an afterthought -- And it really was about to become a major afterthought when a thick envelope was plopped down on Sue’s work desk.
“What’s this?” The blonde asks, sitting up straighter.
“Trouble.” The other woman says with a heavy scowl. “Lawsuit.”
“What?” Sue says, as she opens it up to grab the paperwork to look over. Right on cue, the rest of her family arrives in a hurry.
“What’s the emergency?” Reed asks, worriedly.
“Lawsuit.” Lynne replies. “Apparently the name ‘Fantastic Four’ is being sued because two men claimed that they came up with the name way before it was branded by you guys. They have all kinds of evidence, and are willing to take this pretty far.”
“Well, that’s ridiculous.” Johnny scoffs. “We’ve… what? Been the Fantastic Four for how long now?”
“Six years.” Ben replies.
“Six years. And they’re now coming forward to try to sue us?”
“This evidence is ridiculous.” Sue says, after overlooking everything. “So, what do we do? We lawyer up?”
“Definitely.” Lynne says, with a nod. “I’ll contact my guys and see who they can pull.”
°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Finding a lawyer was a lot harder than they thought. Some were either incapable or too busy to take them on as a client; Or they were so focused on that they were going to be potentially defending the city’s heroes that they completely forgot how to do their jobs. That… or they were just in it for the money. I guess in their eyes, pick time superheroes, slash scientists, slash astronauts were ready just to flaunt their money around. So, they were pretty much grasping at straws at this point.
Somehow, ironically (and the realization hasn’t hit them yet), they ended up in Hell’s Kitchen, a small town in New York that wasn't the best or prettiest of places, but they were still welcomed to it with open arms just like anywhere else.
The family of five stood in front of the old building with a little sign embedded into the bricks that read: Murdock & Co. They double checked the paper to make sure this was right. This was the first law firm that was barely 1000 square feet, and its size was even pointed out by Franklin. But despite the size, it felt rather… calming. A much better feeling than being overwhelmed like the others.
“So, this is it?” Johnny asks, tugging on his collar and tie for the millionth time today (His sister made him change before they began their ‘hunt’, claiming that first impression matters).
“Let’s just hope this guy’s better than the last one.” Reed says, feeling just as burnt out as the rest of them.
They entered the building and headed for the top floor. The first door to their left, revealing an even tinier office they thought. But despite it being kind of stuffy, there still was room for a receptionist area, an actual room for the lawyer’s office, and a kitchenette.
Ben puts his hand up to knock on the doorframe after not seeing anyone. “Excuse me? Is anyone here?” He says, and gets the silence.
“Hello? Anyone home?” Johnny says, and gets a look. “What? I’m just double checking." His silly little action must have worked, because someone had finally come out of the office -- A look of shock on her features.
Her (Y/E/C) eyes got big with surprise. “Oh. What a pleasant surprise.” She says, slipping off her red glasses. “I wasn’t expecting the Fantastic Four to be standing in my office.”
“Are you open?” Reed asks, politely. “We don’t see any–”
“Yes, I am.” She replies, and starts walking over towards them. “It’s always like this since it’s only me running this place now.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. We were looking for Mr. Matthew Murdock.”
“Yes. I assumed. Um, well, Mr. Murdock’s no longer here.”
Reed, and the rest of the family’s faces, filled with sorrow. “Oh. My– My apologies. We didn’t know.”
Her eyes widened again, but for a different reason this time. “Oh. No! I’m sorry. I… I should have rephrased that. He’s still around, he’s just retired.” (Their faces relax now) “Took the wifey down the sandy beaches of Florida. Trust me, I’m surprised he finally left. Took him long enough.”
“So, who are–”
“I’m Y/N Murdock. I’m actually Matt’s daughter. Uh, he left me this place. But, I can assure you, and not to brag about myself, I’m just as good a lawyer as he is.” She chuckles nervously. “But I guess I can’t exactly prove that to you without knowing what’s going on.” She gestures to a few chairs off to the side. “Please, grab a seat. We’ll talk in my office.”
They do as they’re told as they gather around a small desk. Y/N even came over with a half empty box of crayons and some paper for the toddler present -- Franklin taking it in and plopping down on the floor to start doodling.
“Thank you, for that.” Sue says, smiling. This little interaction was already scoring a point in her book since the other lawyers seemed to have ignored her child while they talked.
“No worries, Ma’am.” Y/N says, taking a seat across the way. “So, what are you gentlemen and lady in here for today?” They take a moment to explain, offering extra details, thoughts, and what other lawyers’ thought before handing over the paperwork they were given. Y/N looks over it intensely, humming quietly to herself every few seconds.
“So, what do you think?” Sue asks, with a worried undertone.
“Honestly, I can probably get this thrown out rather quickly.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Basically, in a sense, and forgive my bluntness, it’s kind of stupid they decided to file a lawsuit against you guys.”
“How so?” Reed asks, curiously.
“Well, it would be different if you guys weren’t superheroes. If you guys were solely just astronauts, no powers either I may add, then this would probably be a very tight race between the two of them and you.” Y/N explains, talking with her hands a bit. “But, since you guys are a really well known, and very, very respected group of people, super-people, the judge will mostly go in your favor.”
“Just because we’re superheroes?”
“Exactly.” Y/N nods. “I mean, who wants this to go on a full on trial? Even if these gentlemen did in fact come up with the name before you guys, their background is as completely bland as you can get. They’re two gentlemen working at a local restaurant in the Bronx. And… not to mention, they actually shouldn’t be suing you over the name after all.”
“What do you mean?” Johnny asks, trying to follow (and he thought he talked fast).
“Well, if I remember correctly, you guys didn’t come up with the name. The public did. Heck, they even came up with your codenames. So, in reality, these gentlemen should be suing the city. Not you guys. Once I present that part of history to the judge, they’re gonna immediately throw it out.”
“So, that’s it?” Sue said, looking at the rest of them who were thinking the same thing. “We don’t have a case after all?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Y/N smiles, and they all mutter their excitement. “You guys will probably still have to show up to court because of your reputation, but I guarantee this whole thing will be five minutes flat. In and Out. No strings attached.”
“Oh, wow. That’s great.” Ben says, all joyful. “That’s really great.”
“Thank you, Miss Murdock.” Reed says, shaking her hand.
Y/N blushes at the boast a bit. “Don’t thank me yet. I still gotta file all this.”
“But still, thank you. You don’t know how hard it’s been finding a decent lawyer.” Sue explains.
“So how much do you charge?” Reed asks, which was already getting a firm head shake.
“Oh, no. Please. Consider this Pro Bono for all the work you’ve done for the city.” Y/N replies, honestly.
“Pro… Bono?” Johnny says, confused.
“It means free of charge.” Ben explains.
“Oh, free.” The blond nods, but pauses. “Wait. No. You cannot deny payment, Miss.”
She chuckles at their antics. “Guys, it’s fine. Listen, my father started this place doing Pro Bono work. This is just me continuing his tradition.” Y/N says, but the small family wasn’t going to let her win this one.
“That’s very honorable, and generous, but it would be rude not to.” Sue says, everyone else agreeing.
“Mrs. Richards–”
“Please. We insist.”
Y/N ponders on the thought for a moment, because leave it up to Sue Storm-Richards to persuade someone with only a few words. The lawyer finally decided to give in, but in her own way. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s make a compromise. You can pay me when we win. And only if we win. How’s that sound?”
“I can tell there’s no point in arguing.” Ben says, but he knew deep down they had nothing to worry about.
“Well that would beat being a lawyer, you know?” She stands up. “I’ll walk you out.” She trails them, and as they pass the kitchen, she says, “Do you guys want anything to go? I’ve got plenty of coffee and food to go around.”
“Well, if you insist.” Johnny grins, after she opens up the fridge pack full of stuff (Some from her doing her own grocery shopping, others were from clients that gave her food for her service). “Whatcha got?”
“Uh, peach cobbler, chicken salad, brisket sandwiches–”
“Are those from the Nelson butcher shop?” Ben asks, recognizing the packaging quickly just from a tiny glance.
“They sure are.” Y/N beams with joy. “My Uncle owns the place. He’s constantly thinking I’m gonna starve myself since I’m on my own now.”
“Well, compliments to the chef. Their honey baked ham is amazing.”
“Mmm. The brisket for me.” Johnny claims, as he holds up two sandwiches in his hands (he was practically drooling at this point over the smell and the reminder of how good this sandwich was).
“I’ll let him know you said that. He’ll be over the moon.” Y/N says, closing the fridge and pulling out a business card from her suit jacket. “We’ll keep in touch. I’ll try to get us in front of a judge before the end of the week.”
“Thank you, again, Ms. Murdock.” Reed said, proudly.
“You’re welcome, Mr. Richards. You guys have a wonderful evening.”
Leaving the office was honestly a wave of relief for the family; It felt like someone had just lifted a heavy boulder off their shoulders.
“I have a good feeling about this.” Sue says, once they got into the car, and everyone else agreed immediately.
.
.
Meanwhile, from the window above, you watch them leave before quietly laughing to yourself. “God, wait until Dad and Mom hear about this. They’re gonna flip.”
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
And true to your word, they had won the lawsuit with ease. As soon as you mentioned the whole “The Town named the Family” was pretty much the final nail in the coffin for their accusers. When the gavel hit the family cheered, cameras flashed, and reporters were ready to ask their questions to them and their lawyer. When all that was over, you were ready to slip back to your office and out of the spotlight, but the Fantastic Four wouldn’t let you go that easily. To them, giving you your paycheck, and a few hugs and handshakes weren’t enough in their eyes.
So, that’s how you, a smooth-talking lawyer, found yourself in the elevator of the famous Baxter Building, while holding a vase full of sunflowers, and looking well dressed. You take in a nervous inhale. Relax, Y/N. It’s just dinner. Dinner with a very famous superhero group…
Although, your pep talk to yourself seemed to fuel your nerves. I mean, you’ve done a lot of things in your life, and just having this one dinner with your client has made you more nervous than anything. Because this was you, you after work. This was you without your business suit (and without your other suit too), and you feel a little bit vulnerable that you’ll be showing them the non-work version of you.
You pull yourself out of your thoughts as the door chimes open and lets you out where you’re immediately greeted by Sue.
“Thank you for coming.” She said, giving you a warm hug.
“Well thank you for the invite.” You said, handing over the vase.
“These are lovely, Miss Murdock.” She smiles, and gestures for you to follow.
You do, and your eyes start gazing at their home with awe. You’ve seen and been in some nice homes before, but those don’t hold a candle to this. “Oh, wow. This place is spectacular.” You say, before coming to a halt. You are surprised again by someone beeping at your feet. “Oh, hello.”
“That’s HERBIE.” Sue replies, as he holds up a glass of wine for you.
“Thank you.” You said, and take it. He beeps with excitement and returns to the kitchen. You noticed Ben was there finishing whatever dish he was cooking, Reed setting the table, and Johnny going back between the two. You feel a small sense of warmth in your heart from seeing this; It reminded you of your small family growing up. Sometimes you miss the old days.
Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe the kid did sense your tiny mood change, but Franklin came running over with a picture he drew. “Lawyer lady! I made you this.”
“Oh. Well thank you.” You take the picture in your hand. It was a small stick figure of you and the words ‘Tank U’ on it. You smile. “It’s a very nice drawing of me. You’re a good little artist.”
He giggles at you before running back to his father. Reed notices you first. “Ah, Miss Murdock. Glad you could make it.”
“And look what she brought us.” Sue said, holding up the flowers before setting it on the table.
“Miss Murdock!” Johnny said, boisterously. “Care for a drink?”
“Would love to, but your robot kind of beat you to it.” You respond by showing off your wine glass.
“Ugh, Herb. You’re making me look like a bad host.” He playfully says, as the bot beeps in confusion.
“I hope you like Fettuccine Alfredo, Miss Murdock.” Ben says, as he starts bringing the dish out.
“Anything you make, Mr. Grimm, is better than what I’ve had in the last weeks.” You reply, as Johnny pulls your chair out. “Thank you. And uh, we’re not working together anymore. Feel free to call me Y/N.”
“Well then, likewise. Please do the same.” Sue says, as they take their seats.
Franklin shifts around on his booster seat, trying to reach for his drink. You, who was sitting right next to him, pushed it a little closer to him so he wouldn’t cause a mess. And that’s when he notices something you were trying to hide. “What happened to your hand?” He asks, with curiosity.
“Oh, uh, I–” You subconsciously cradle your bandage hand to your chest. “Had a little accident in the kitchen. I’m fine though.”
“Why do you wear sunglasses inside?”
“Um, well…”
“Franklin. Don’t be rude.” Reed quietly scolds.
“It’s fine. I can answer.” You reassure. “My eyes are a little sensitive right now. I had to get them checked at the doctor early.” And half of that was the truth. You couldn’t exactly tell them the real reason why. That… and you were sporting a pretty nasty black eye.
“Oh. I went to the eye doctor a while ago. They said my eyes were healthy!” Franklin beams with pride.
“I’m sure they did. You take good care of them, now, alright?”
“Okay.” He smiles, everyone else at the table sighing with relief mentally that his twenty questions are over– “Are you single?”
Sue nearly chokes on her wine as you blush a bit. “Franklin!” But her child didn’t stop. He just kept going with damage.
“My Uncle Johnny says you’re pretty.”
“Franklin!” Johnny gasps, as you laugh.
“Oh. He did, did he?” You spare the blond in questioning a look, before looking back at his Nephew. “Well, tell your Uncle I’m very flattered.”
“Oh, bury me now…” Johnny whispers in embarrassment. “Can we actually start dinner before my Nephew makes it worse?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Ben said, taking amusement in all this and started serving. Their conversations were eventually moving on more naturally, Franklin occasionally saying something that either got him scolded or a laugh and head ruffle by you.
“So, that’s how you two met? Sounds like a perfect fairy tale set up to me.” You say, after Sue finishes her story -- Her husband a bit beat red from it.
“I wouldn’t exactly call it a fairy tale…” Reed said, as he took a sip from his glass.
“Oh!” Sue said, just as a metaphorical light bulb went off. “I can’t believe this completely slipped my mind, but I guess the whole lawsuit threw me off. Y/N? Do you mind me asking you about someone in Hell’s Kitchen?”
“Sure.” You nod. “Ask away.”
“A few weeks back, a friend of ours was in Hell’s Kitchen and got mugged.”
“Oh, dear. Is she okay?” You ask, worriedly.
“She’s fine. Minor injuries. She probably wouldn’t be if someone hadn’t stepped in. Have you heard of ‘Daredevil’ by any chance?”
“Daredevil?” You keep a calm composure. “I’ve never actually seen him, but I’ve heard of him.”
“So, is it a vigilante?” Johnny asks, genuinely interested (He too forgot about this mysterious figure).
“That’s what I’ve heard. I mean, in news reports he’s usually acting outside the law, but not overstepping legal boundaries. If that makes sense.” At least that’s what you tell yourself you do.
“So, has anyone actually seen this guy? Or have proof other than eye witnesses?” Ben asks.
You hum, choosing your words carefully. “It’s usually just word to mouth. I mean, Daredevil usually operates at nighttime, so there’s not many reporters or journalists around waving their cameras. Plus, I heard this guy’s pretty good at the stealth thing.”
“And what does this vigilante do besides stop muggings?” Reed asks.
“Uh, I’m too sure. I’ve heard he stopped robbers, and caught some criminals the cops were trying to bust. I’m not really sure, he’s pretty… mysterious.”
“Fascinating. But rather odd.” Reed replies, the wheels turning in his head that you could see.
You decided you wanted to test the waters a bit by asking, “So, now that you know about this guy, what’s your views on this? Personal or… superhero wise?”
“Well, I do think it’s nice to know that we have help handling crime or distress. At least in that part of the city.” He pauses. “However–”
“We probably prefer if this guy would obey the laws.” Ben chimes in, as his friend nods.
“Yeah. Exactly that.”
“So, you guys don’t agree on… stretching the legal limits?” You ask, before looking at Reed. “Not a pun, by the way.”
“I guess that would entirely depend on what that would be.” Sue replies, before frowning. “But still. We’re superheroes.”
“Yeah, we kind of have to obey the law a bit.” Johnny says, sounding a bit saddened by this. “We’re too well known not to. Plus, we don’t really have secret identities. One wrong move and we could lose our jobs.”
“I guess that makes sense when you put it that way.” You said, processing their views. “I never really thought about looking at your situation that way. I guess I should have… I am, or was, your lawyer.”
HERBIE suddenly appears at the table, saying something to Ben whose face lightens up. “Oh, it’s ready? Perfect timing. Y/N? I hope you saved room for dessert. Chocolate mousse from scratch.”
“That sounds heavenly. I most certainly have room for dessert.” You reply, and pick up your drink. You’ll admit, you’re a little full from dinner, but what could a little bit of dessert hurt you?
As you bring the glass up to your lips, that’s when you heard it.
A window. One of the upstairs windows is being opened and closes rather quietly. You tilt your head subtly towards the sound, tuning out as the family chattered amongst themselves, oblivious to your silence. It was odd though, you couldn’t hear anyone upstairs. Could the window have opened automatically? This house seems like it would come with a feature like that. But it didn’t make sense that one window would open and close. You were about to do something else you usually save as a last resort, but someone had placed a bowl of dessert in front of you.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” Ben said, gently.
“Oh, don’t be.” You shake your head. “I just thought of something. My brain never turns itself off, I swear.”
“Ha. That sounds like Reed.” Johnny pokes at his brother-in-law.
“Well, dig in everyone. I tried a new receipt. So I hope it’s good.” Ben says, taking his seat again.
“Well, it smells and looks amazing. I’m sure it’ll be great.” You reassure, and pick up your spoon. You didn’t even get a chance to take a bite when your hearing picks up something once more. This time it sounded like a loud ‘click’, followed by a rolling sound. You turn to look at the floor…
A strange canister rolling your way.
“GET DOWN!!” You screamed, kicking Johnny's chair over, and pulling Franklin into you to shield him.
Your scream triggered everyone else to move, Reed using his powers to bat away the canister. The object flies into a wall, immediately going off. Luckily, it was only a flash grenade, but still. Only a few people present weren’t looking at it straight on.
You felt Franklin wail in your arms, as you took a deep breath to assess the damage. But within that damage you saw something else… someone else. The figure was dressed in head-to-black, their eyes could only be seen. Then that figure turned into two more, these guys having weapons in their hands. Your eyes widened with recognition because you knew who these people were.
And they were beyond bad news.
Before you could say something, Sue beat you to it. “Who are you?!”
But her response went unnoticed. The men with weapons took a step forward, but the middle man held up his hand. He quickly said something in native tongue, making them lower their swords. They all took one last gaze at the very pissed off family, before bolting out the sliding doors and over the balcony.
“Hey!!” Reed shouts, and they chase after them. They peeked over the railing, watching as the three intruders scaled their way down the building for the streets. His face floods with more anger. “Ben! Get the car and we’re going after them. Sue, see how they got in. Johnny, get Y/N home safe. Once you two are done with your tasks, meet us at our location.”
They shake their heads in compliance, you only half listening to Reed’s orders as you make sure Franklin was alright. You were almost startled again when Johnny touched your shoulders.
“Hey. Let’s get you home.” He explains, helping you up.
“Home?” You ask, concerned. “But what about Franklin?”
“He’s going to be fine.” He gestures to the robot coming over to them. “Herb’s going to take him to his room.”
“His room?”’
“Relax. My sister and Reed made all our rooms like fortresses. No one’s getting in. My concern is getting you home right now.”
“Shouldn’t I stay here? Wouldn’t my house be more dangerous?”
“As far as we’re concerned, these people were targeting us. You’ll probably be safer there.”
“But, I–”
“Just trust Reed, okay? He knows what he’s doing.”
Your heart beat in your ears, mostly from the adrenaline you were coming off. Although it didn’t still feel right getting treated this way, you knew they were professionals and knew how to handle this situation.
The situation, not the people who attacked.
That’s when it dawned on you that you were wasting their time, and even yours. You needed to get home and do your job too.
You gave in to Johnny’s pleas, and you gave him your home address. Luckily for you, you always kept the window near the fire escape unlocked, but you didn’t mention that to him. Somehow you convince him to let you go there, lying that your (imaginary) roommate will let you in, and that he won’t have to waste time touching the ground.
You look at him worriedly when you notice his apologetic expression. “Johnny–”
“I’m so sorry about that. I promise we’ll make up dinner. You and your roommate stay safe, and let us know if anything happens.” He replies, and shoots off in the direction he pinpointed the car at.
“Johnny.” You frown, and waited until he was out of sight before going inside. “You’re lucky I can smell your cologne from miles away.”
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Johnny eventually catches up with Ben and Reed. Whoever these guys are, they were fast -- Fast on their toes, and fast on staying in the shadows at every chance they got. What really irritated the team was that these intruders didn't even make noises; They were quiet like a field mouse. And even when the city isn’t as lively as it is during the day, it was still nosy enough to make them blend in.
“Where’d they go?” Ben asks, after they lose them in a cross section of an alleyway.
Johnny’s eyes scanned high and low, eventually catching something. “I see one!”
“Go!!” Reed shouts, and he takes off.
The blond manages to trail him pretty far, before he enters an empty building. Johnny floats to the ground, his flames going out slightly as he enters with caution. The old warehouse was almost completely empty, besides some broken glass, a few hollowed crates, and random stuff like that. But he wasn’t here to talk about the property, he needed to find where that guy went.
“Where did he go?” He whispers, his flames going out to give him more stealth. He couldn’t have lost him already… right? He takes a couple more steps around, oblivious to something on the floor–
He yelps in surprise as he suddenly finds himself dangling upside down by his foot. “What the heck–”
“You and your little family need to back off.”
A very groggy and low voice came from behind. Johnny tenses up at the threat, and tries craning his neck to see who it was. From the weird angle he could see the shadow-y silhouette starting to become solid; It formed a person dressed in head-to-toe ruby colors and dashes of gold. He could see the person holding the end of the billy-club close to their side, as his eyes grew wide.
“You’re Daredevil.” The words slip past his lips as he stares directly into the vigilante’s face; Their lower half of their face was covered a bit with the golden scarf, and their eyes were covered with a tint that you couldn’t see them. And don’t get Johnny started when he notices the protective dome’s shape. “...You literally have horns.”
“Human Torch. You need to back off. Let me handle these guys.” Daredevil replies, with a bit of pressure again -- the blond notices this, and quickly shakes his shock that he’s face-to-face with the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, and gets back into business.
“I would love to, but these guys just attacked my family. And in my own home no less. So, no. Me, or the rest of us, aren’t turning a blind eye yet.” Johnny replies, as they take a small step forward.
“You’re making a mistake.” They hissed, it had enough venom to almost make him flinch. “I’m doing you a favor. You don’t need to be involved in this.”
Johnny chuckles quietly. “I appreciate the honesty, and concern, but I can handle these guys.”
“Says the man who hasn’t realized that he can burn through my billy-club yet.”
Oof. They got him there. But as usual, he plays it off with a shrug and a smirk. “What can I say? I might be enjoying this.”
They tilt their head slightly. “You’re an odd one, Mr. Torch.”
“Oh, please. Human’s just fine. Mr. Torch was my father.”
“Funny.” They reply, and flick their billy-club. Suddenly, Johnny finds his foot coming free, and making him land roughly onto his shoulder with a loud thud. They take another step forward, now towering over him with a cold stare. “I mean it, let me handle this. You do not need to get into the cross hairs with these guys.”
Johnny huffs as he rolls onto all fours, and then sits on his knees. “Well, tell me who these guys are–” He begins, as they start backing away. “And then we’ll make that decision.”
“How about you just take my advice. And don’t take it with a grain of salt.” They say, and slip back into the shadow; Disappearing so fast that Johnny was sure they used some kind of magic.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
After realizing that they lost their enemies, they decided to regroup back at the tower. From there, Johnny Storm explained what went down in the warehouse, and his family took careful notes as they listened.
“That’s what she told me.” He finishes, while rubbing his sprained shoulder.
“She?” Ben pushes, a bit skeptical. “You sure?”
“It was definitely a woman.” Johnny says, with a nod. “Even with all that armor, you can’t miss the physique. Not to mention, even with trying to make the voice sound deeper, it’s definitely not very manly.”
“And how did she sound when she told you this? What was the tone? Threatening?” Sue asks, concernedly.
“It wasn’t quite threatening, but it was definitely a warning. She made it sound like we were crossing into her territory.”
“Territory of what, though?” Ben asks. “We still don’t even know who the attacker was.”
“We don’t. But she definitely does.”
“I don’t get it. What are we missing?” Reed asks, as he starts pacing a little bit.
“Well, for starters, finding out who those guys are is probably a start.” Sue says, and everyone agrees. But how are they supposed to find people who disappear with the wind?
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Yesterday went way different than you expected. You were exhausted from pulling an all-nighter, so much so that you didn’t even bother opening the office for the day. Nah, you have bigger problems to worry about. How come out of all the bad people you’ve encountered, it just had to be ‘The Hand’? Better question… why is The Hand going after the Fantastic Four? You know for a fact that they weren’t after you seeing that they attacked them at their usual Sunday dinner at 7 (I mean, everyone in the media knows the Fantastic Four does this). So, you knew they were after the family for sure. But why? What are you missing?
What did they do to piss them off? You were just going to ponder on that all day if someone didn’t knock on your front door. You froze, head cracking towards the door. “Who is it?”
“It’s Johnny.” You look down at yourself, realizing you were still in your Daredevil suit. “I just came to check on you.”
“Uh–” Fuck! Seriously? Now you get company?! “G-Give me a second.”
You race to take off the suit, discarding it in the closet, along with your mask, before putting on your pajamas. You race back, taking a small deep breath as you open the door. “Johnny? What a surprise.”
“Hi.” He says, with a warm smile. “May I…?”
“Y-Yes.” You prayed you put everything away. “Yes. Come on in. Please.” You side step out of the way, letting him in -- his eyes lingering on you for a moment.
“What happened to your eye?” He asks, worriedly as you mentally curse (You forgot you weren’t wearing your shades!).
“Oh, I think I might have bumped it when I grabbed Franklin yesterday. I’m fine.” You said, which didn’t sound too convincing because he was still giving you a look. “Seriously, Johnny, I’m fine.”
“If you say so.” He shrugs. “I feel bad. First you hurt your hand in the kitchen, and now you have a black eye.”
“Yeah… it’s crazy.” You cradled your still bandage hand to your chest, which you may or may not have reopened the wound last night.
“Is your roommate here?”
“My room– Oh, yeah! S-She’s not. She’s at work right now.” (Smooth. Real smooth with the cover up, Y/N) You just hope he didn’t notice that your home clearly had only one bedroom. You clear your throat, making sure his attention was on you. “So, uh… what happened? Did you catch any of them?”
Johnny shakes his head, clearly frustrated. “No. We lost them. Although, I ran into Daredevil.”
You pretend to act surprised. “Really?”
He hums. “I was definitely surprised. But I thought it was kind of weird though.”
You try to not sweat from the nerves. “How so…?”
“Well, she’s from Hell’s Kitchen, right?” (You find yourself freezing up again.) “I found it weird that she appeared on the other side of the city. It was–”
“She?” You ask, acting confused. Was my father’s costume not that bulky on me after all?
“Oh, it was definitely a woman.” Johnny replies, as he recalls every little detail of their conversation. “At least, from upside down Daredevil looked female. Oh! And that fake voice. It was not very masculine.”
What’s wrong with my fake voice? But you just shake it off, still going the route of a curious individual. “So, what’s next? What are you and your family planning on doing?” He flashes you a skeptical look, and you quickly lie, “Sorry. I’m thinking like a lawyer. Uh, your lawyer. Uh– Client-Attorney privilege, you know?
“Right.” He says, clearly falling for your lie. “Right. That makes sense. Uh, I don’t know what we’re going to do. We’re trying to figure who those guys are, and who might have it out for us. Which…” He frowns. “There’s a lot. You know. Superhero business.”
“Right.” You crack a small smile. “Superhero business.” And in that moment your smile immediately went away, your concentration face formed at a thought. Wait a minute. Could it be…?
Johnny catches that expression rather quickly, and latches onto it. “What? Did you figure something out?”
You did in fact figure something out, but were reluctant to share. You didn’t want to risk being right and something were to happen to him or his family. Yet, at the same time, maybe using them to draw out the enemy might actually work… you just have to keep a very close eye on them.
“Maybe.” You start, still acting like you were thinking. “This might be a stretch, but you guys did just come off a big court case.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So, those gentlemen were pretty upset about losing. Do you think their anger was enough to try to kill you?”
His eyes widened at your answer. “That… that is a stretch. But it’s a start.” He smirks, and starts heading for your door. “Thank you, Y/N.”
“Sure. Do you want some help investigating?” You ask, trying to feed into his ego a bit.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. Leave it to the pros.”
You laugh, coming over to lock the door behind him. “Be careful, Johnny.” You reply, and he gives you a wink. Once the door was closed and locked, you let out a long sigh. Sorry, Johnny. I gotta use you as bait.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Ben gives the man a gentle nudge backwards, and back inside his home. Johnny’s lead (which he got from you) seemed a bit far-fetched at first, but as soon as the four of them arrived and suggested that he may be behind this, he tried to flee. Ben closes the door as everyone else comes closer to their now suspect in the assasination case.
“Mr. Ramirez–” Sue begins with her very stern, but sickening sweet voice that could make anyone feel guilty. “We just have a few questions to ask you.”
“You won’t be in trouble, unless you don’t comply.” Her Husband adds.
“And if you don’t…” Johnny pushes, as he was cracking his knuckles. The sound alone was enough to make the man shiver, and nearly trip on his own coffee table.
“I-I told you! Me and Smith didn’t do anything!” Ramirez said, eyes widened with fear.
“Then why’d you run?” Ben asks, arms crossed.
“B-Because… You’re fr-freakin’ superheroes! And you all looked pissed off.”
“Of course we’re pissed off. Someone just tried to have us all killed. And conveniently it happens right after our legal case with you.”
“So it’s a coincidence! We didn’t try to have you guys killed.”
“Prove it.” Reed said, coldly.
Ramirez bats his eyes. “H-How? What? You want to have a look at my phone bill, or somethin’?” He asks, half-joking. But when he saw their deadpan expressions, he knew they weren’t messing around. He grits his teeth, pivoting on his heels. “Fuck it!” He curses, and bolts down his hallway, the family not exactly knowing where he was even going to go.
“See? This makes him even more guilty.” Johnny sighs, as he sister starts moving to go get him. However, Ramirez came back into view; Backing up slowly with his hands in the air… And someone’s weapon pointing in his direction. “Daredevil?”
The rest of his family stared in shock, the vigilante who likes to stay hidden, who liked to pretend they didn’t exist, was now standing in the same room as the rest of them.
“Holy cow…” Ben mutters, as you narrowed your eyes at the common enemy.
“Torch is right, you know? Running makes you look more guilty.” You respond.
“Who the fuck are you?” Ramirez replies, as you wave him off.
“Nobody to be concerned with. Now, how about you finish explaining yourself to this lovely family?”
“Explain what! I already told them everything!” He yells, looking between them. “We didn’t hire anybody to kill ya.”
You tilt your head as you tuned in; Despite the nerves working his heart, it was racing in a way that told he wasn't a liar. So, he is telling the truth.
“I don’t believe that.” Ben interrupted your concentration.
“It’s true! I swear!” He continues, his eyes now pleading. “I’ll take a freakin’ polygraph or somethin’. But I’m tella ya, my boy and I are–”
You flick your billy-club upwards, deflecting something just as he came through the window. Between the cracking of glass, his scream, and everyone dropping to the floor, you barely registered what had just happened. You take a look at what was embedded in the wall above your head. A very familiar looking arrow was staring back down at you.
They attacked again? And in daylight? You just couldn’t believe it. They really had the balls to do in the sun now? You turn your attention back to Ramirez, who was trying to be calmed down by Mr. Fantastic himself. You hate to be the bad guy here, but you’re gonna have to be to get this mystery solved.
You reach out, grabbing him by the front of the shirt, and pulling him towards you with a yelp. “Your partner? Where is he?” You hissed, making him shake.
“Uh, he w-went to the market around the corner. Off 5th.”
That’s not around the corner! Yet you didn’t snap at him verbally. You just let him go before glancing at the heroes. “You get him to safety. I’ll handle Smith.” You said, no, demanded to the others as you proceeded to get up and jump back through the window you came in through.
The Hand weren’t the only ones risking being exposed fully by being out in the daytime. You were too. Despite the color scheme of your costume (the one that your dad insisted on having), you still blended pretty well in the darkness. But now that you were out and about when people were, you were risking having your identity exposed if you made one small mistake. That one small mistake could put your entire family at risk.
Yeah, and mom will kill me if I run dad’s retirement. You sprung across the rooftops, soon picking up a very faint sound -- A muffled scream. Your blood ran cold as you picked up the pace. You threw yourself down into the alleyway, Smith’s struggles against their hold was evident, and you threw up a kick. Once again, the same three from the other night were here, the main leading one ending up being your opponent.
Your kicks matched his, and your billy-club went against sais. You forgot how skillful The Hand really was… and were semi-grateful that backup came. Red hot flame shoots over you in a warning, enough for your opponent to push off of you and beckons his other two to follow. You follow them as they scaled the building, Smith’s cries in the background intensified when Reed came over to apply pressure on his wound. Normally, you would let the enemy get away and tend to the injured, but since Reed seemed to have it covered, it was a perfect opportunity to finally stop The Hand.
“Keep an eye on him, Mr. Fantastic!” You shout, not looking back and you scale the building too. You may not be able to hear them, but you can certainly sniff out the blood that was on their weapons. At least that’s what you wanted to do… alone. But a certain someone was insisting on doing this solo, too.
When you caught up with them, so did Johnny. Now, the flying was a plus. The fire? Not so much. You would think being able to shoot flames at will would be nice against a trio of ninjas, but when they were a very skilled group of individuals, they managed to counter back that as well. Eventually, when they seemed to get annoyed with the two of you, that’s when the smoke bombs were deployed. A very thick, gray haze clouded your vision to the point it was hard for you to even pick up if someone came charging at you through it. You became extremely worried when Johnny was just about to fly through, afraid that he might come out of the cloud with a knife in his eye. So, without even thinking, you threw your weapon, billy-club cable quickly wrapped around his wrists, looping around a post before pulling him against it.
He takes a moment to process what just happened before looking your way. “This again?” He asks, half-joking. “Are you going to get my legs now, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart…? What? But you shake the moment you felt your heart flutter off, and focus on your strong demeanor. “You know I’m starting to think this is a turn on for you.” You quip back.
“Maybe…”
You roll your eyes. “Alrighty, Torch, you’ve done your part. Now go home.” Which was true; You managed to make Johnny and his family talk to Ramirez and Smith (and somehow managed to bring the Hand out during the day), and that’s all they needed to do. You can take care of the rest.
Johnny tilts his head at you. “Why are you so desperate to do this solo? We’re obviously trying to do the same thing here.”
“And what would that be?” You ask, before you could stop yourself. Why the hell would you say that to him? You have the information you need, now you just need to investigate further before–
“Uh, going after the freaky ninja dudes. If we can just get the two dudes to confess, then–”
“Confess what?” (Shut up, shut up, shut up, Y/N–) “They’re not lying about hiring the ninjas, you know?”
He stares, confused and bats those very bright blue eyes of his. “What are you talking about?” He asks, in a tone that he was using to try to sweet-talk you. And it almost worked.
Almost. Luckily, the rest of his family arrives -- Sue even stepping furiously towards you, with a snarl. “Let go of my brother!”
“Sis, relax, this is just how Double-D greets people.” Johnny replies, and you give him a look.
What is he? Foggy? Your Uncle was always coming up with weird nicknames on the fly.
“I will relax when she lets you go.” Sue says, and on cue you do.
“Last warning–” You begin, as you head towards the ledge of the building. “You guys stay out of this.”
“And why should we?” Reed asks, distrusting.
“You just should. Trust me.”
“How are we supposed to trust you when we barely speak?” Ben replies back, as you glance back at them.
“You trust me by taking my word. These people take no prisoners.” You reply, which was the truth. Your Dad’s told you enough stories about the Hand to know it was true. “I’m only saying that because I don’t want to wake up and find out in the news that the Fantastic Four have kicked the bucket, and left their two year old behind.”
“That seems a little harsh.” Sue said, watching you closely.
“Is it? You’re superheroes, aren’t you? These are the risks.”
“Then what are you? Aren’t you one of us?” Ben asks, also trying to get a good reading off you.
“I wouldn’t call myself that.” You explain with a bit of a distaste towards yourself. “I’ve done things I’m not proud of. I wouldn’t want a lovely bunch like yourself to make the same mistake.”
“How thoughtful.”
“Look, sweetheart–” Johnny cuts in. “I told you the last time, we’re not backing down.”
You look away and shrug. “It’s your funeral then.” Then you jumped.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
You were getting a little irritated at this point. Irritated that you were neglecting your law firm, irritated that you blew off a few phone calls from your parents, and irritated that you managed to accidentally slip a few times. You don’t get it… you’ve always been professional. Cheeky, and persistent, but professional (and that was going for both your jobs). So, why the hell were you slipping up so much? Did the Fantastic Four’s presence bring you comfort? Was play-boy Johnny actually that charming?
You scoff to yourself. Yeah, there’s no way.
He was obviously doing that to get your attention, to get you to slip up more and to get information. But you needed to stay calm… calm like you were in a courtroom; Calm like you were doing a stakeout over the local hospital–
You turn and swing your fist, surprised that you missed your opponent by a single hair. How the hell did you not hear or even smell him? “Motherfu…” Your crude words die on your tongue. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I could be asking you the same thing, sweetheart.” Johnny said, tucking himself against the same wall you were. It was the perfect spot away from the hospital, a perfect view to keep an eye on the two men who were attacked.
You purse your lips, clearly irritated that he just happened to find you. “I’m going to string you up again if you don’t leave.”
“I could just burn it.”
“Burn it? I thought you had a kink for it.”
“Then why even bother?” He pokes, as you groan. “Look, what exactly are you–”
You grab him by the collar, and then pin him against the wall with your elbow. “Go.The.Fuck.Home. Can you please just let me handle this.”
“Why? Why are you so dead set on us not helping you?”
“‘Cause you have no idea who you’re messing with. I don’t want you dead. I don’t want any of you dead.”
“Then why don’t you just talk to me? Just me.”
“Johnny–”
“Look, these people, they came after my family. In my home. Not only that, but they banged up my Lawyer pretty bad, too.” You try not to react to his words. “So, will you please give me something? Or, at least finish what you were saying before my sister interrupted?”
“Just you?” You ask, skeptical. “You’re not going to get anyone else involved?”
“I swear I won’t.” He replies, as you listen to his heartbeat. The tiny thumps were sporadic, weren’t pounding like it was going to jump out of his chest. Which means only one thing…
He’s not lying. Was Johnny really just going to keep this all to himself? Did he really want to be so selfless? You felt like he was mimicking a lot of you right now. Maybe he’s got that Murdock curse, too.
“Alright.” You sighed, letting him go before gesturing to the building. “Those guys in the hospital, the ones who were trying to sue you, weren’t the ones who hired the ninjas.”
“How do you know?” He asks, taking all the information he could get.
“I just do.” You reply, a look getting sent your way. “It’s kind of my thing. Don’t ask questions.”
“Okay, but if they didn’t hire them to kill us, then who? And how are they connected?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Hence the stakeout.”
“And how long have you been at this stakeout for?”
“A while.”
“How long’s a while?”
“You talk a lot, you know.”
“My mother says it’s a gift.”
“Well, it’s definitely a gift for something…” You mumbled, as you turned your attention back across the way. It stayed quiet between you two for a bit, but I guess the man dressed in blue couldn’t handle it after a while.
His mind turned back on, and he started rambling at you once more, “So, why ‘Daredevil’? How’d you come up with a name like that?” He asks, genuinely curious about the alias.
“I didn’t. The newspaper came up with it.” You admit, truthfully -- It was still a strange name even after all this time. I mean, Daredevil? Just because your father could do crazy backflips off a building?
“The newspaper?”
“Yeah. The Bulletin.”
“Bulletin?” Johnny knew that paper immediately. It was one that went under when he was a kid! “Wait… how old are you?”
Shit. You almost slapped yourself at your new slip up. “Around your age… I think.”
“You think?” Now Johnny’s brain’s on overdrive. “And there’s no way the Bulletin named you. Not unless you have been crimefighting since kindergarten.”
“I wasn’t the first Daredevil, okay? I was the protégé who took over, I…” You cut yourself off, growing quiet. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this.”
“Look, it’s not like I’m going to blackmail you, or anything, sweetheart. I don’t even know who you are.”
“Yeah? And let’s keep it that way. I’m not looking for fame or glory.”
“Then what are you looking for?”
You take a deep breath, reciting the same answer you’ve always told yourself. “Look, I’m just here to make sure my city’s safe. That my loved ones are safe. I deal with the criminals that sometimes the cops are unaware of… maybe you and your family are unaware of. I take the beatings, so families can rest easy. Does that make sense?”
“Is that why you don’t ask for help? You’re afraid someone will get hurt?” He asks, watching you frown.
“You have no idea what some of these criminals are like, Johnny. They’re… heinous.”
“Then, tell me about it.” He says, almost pleading. “I mean, I can stay out of your territory if you like, but if there’s something going on in my city, I would like to know and help.” You ponder on that, because maybe you could– You froze; And he perks up at your reaction. “What?”
You listened in harder to make sure you weren’t actually crazy. “They’re in the vents…”
“What?” He said, confused.
Your eyes widened in distress, and turned around to face him. “They’re in the vents! Smith’s in trouble!”
Your words were enough to get you both going. You use your momentum from swinging to bust through the window, Johnny coming close behind you. You both were met with a horrific sight, Smith’s hands clasping around his neck, a trail of blood all across the floor that led to vents The Hand had come in-and-out of with ease.
Thump– Thump– Thump– Thump– Thump–
“Shit…” You croaked, rushing over as you held your hands over his. “Shit. Smith! Smith! Hey– Stay with me!”
Thump– Thump– Thump– Thump–
“Fuck.” Johnny whispers under his breath. “If they attacked him… do you think they got Ramirez?”
Thump– Thump– Thump–
“It’s a possibility.” You said, thinking about how easy they might have slipped past security to get Ramirez.
Thump– Thump–
Smith let out a noise, a cross between a choke and groan. “T-They’re… c-cutting loose ends…” He slurs, eyes starting to roll back.
Thump– Thump…
“What?”
Thump…
“Th-They’re… n-no… no witnesses…”
Thu…
“What?” You push, just as you heard the sound that you’ve always dreaded -- The sound of someone’s heart coming to a stop. “Hey! Hey!!! Stay with me!” You turn your attention to the door. “Nurse! Somebody! He needs help!!”
Seriously, where the fuck are the nurses? And where the fuck is security?! You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice Johnny was back away; The gears in his head turning.
“Y/N…” He whispers, but you heard it clearly.
Your head snaps back his way. “What?”
“My lawyer. She was a witness.” He explains, face draining off all its color. “They’re going after her.”
Shit… You face him, trying to ease him off that thought. “You don’t know that.” But he was already backing up towards the window.
“Yeah, I do. Check on Ramirez. He’s at the station.”
“Johnny!” You shouted, not realizing you had used your real voice. But it didn’t matter he had slipped up, because he was already long gone.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Johnny doesn’t think he’s even flown this fast before, and is surprised he didn’t black out. But somehow he made it to her apartment, his fist pounding a few times on her door. After a while of calling her name, he wonders if she, or even her roommate, were even home… but he couldn’t just leave without knowing. He tells himself he’ll pay for her new door, and kicks it down. He wanders inside the dark room, looking around as he gives himself some light.
“Y/N?” He calls out, taking a few steps around. “You home? Anyone?”
Maybe, and luckily, she wasn’t home. Maybe she’s actually safe. Or maybe he should swing by her office just in case. Yeah, maybe he should do that. It would certainly put his mind at ease. And maybe… these people weren’t going after her? That could be a thou–
He felt a sharp pain in between his ribs, followed by a gushing sound. A gasp falls from his lips as he stumbles forward, his hand on instinct grabbing the wound that kept growing red. He spotted the silhouette in the corner of his eyes, his flames were enough light to see the jagged knife in the intruder’s hand, his blood staining the metal.
He heard someone scream his name in the distance, but his brain could register anything else but the pain he was in. As he was following to his knees, something was happening behind him -- something along the lines of shouting and fighting that he could see who was winning. His body met the cold floor, those black spots people talk about danced in his eyes…
.
.
.
“JOHNNY!!!”
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Johnny, in all honesty, had never felt this crappy before. He honestly thought that this was really it, that this was his end. He honestly thought when he opened his eyes his own mother would be staring back. But instead he felt the sting in his side, the smell of antiseptic, and he was laying on something other than the hardwood floor. It was strange because he felt so… at home. Was he at home? Did he actually get stabbed? Was Y/N actually in danger–
“-is insane.”
“Yes, I know. You’ve reminded me several times already.”
He hears two voices. Two that he can’t quite make out who they are, but they’re near him. He tried opening eyes but they weren’t quite budging…
“I can’t believe this. I should call them.”
“Uncle Frank’s handling it.”
“I know that. But maybe your dad–”
“We’re not calling my dad.”
Johnny finally lets out a groan, someone moving around to stand next to him.
“Well, welcome back to the land of the living, Flamey.” The voice makes him finally open his eyes half lid, the person’s face soon coming into view. He was met with a tired, but peppy, older man with graying blond hair and beard. “I’m just lucky the neighbour’s elderly and half blind, or otherwise I’ll have a lot of explaining to do why the Human Torch was being dragged into my apartment by Daredevil.”
Johnny blinks a few times for an adjustment, and just pure confusion. “I’m sorry, who are you?”
“Nelson. Foggy Nelson.” Nelson… Nelson. Where has he–
His eyes brows shoot up. “Wait.” Johnny carefully starts sitting up with the man’s help. “You’re that butcher.”
“Yes, I am.” Foggy replies, with a nod.
“And I’m in your… living room?” Johnny looks around at the dimly litted apartment. “How? And did you say Daredevil brought me here?”
“I did.”
“I don’t understand. Why to your place?”
“Because…” A familiar voice calls out, and comes out from the shadows. “I’m kind of his Niece.”
And it took all the strength in Johnny’s body not to kneel over in shock. There’s no way that you, the nicest lawyer he’s ever met, was in fact that no BS vigilante of Hell’s Kitchen.
“...Y/N?” He says, like he was still unsure it was actually you.
“In the flesh.”
“But you’re… you’re, uh…”
“A lawyer?” You said, with a playful smile. “Look, I’m a lawyer, and you’re an astronaut, and we’re both playing dress up. Is it that much of a shocker?”
“Uh, kind of. I just…” How does he put this? “I just don’t take you as someone who would have a night job like this.”
“Gotta keep myself entertained somehow.” You chuckles, making that surprise stare of his return. “That was a joke. Are you okay? Are you still… loopy?”
“No, no, I’m just processing, I guess.”
“Understandable. Take your time.” You reply, and take a seat on the open armrest. “I still gotta wait for Frank to clear things up in my apartment.”
“Your apartment?” He whispers, a sinking feeling hitting him. “Wait. That ninja… your roommate–”
“Yeah, I kinda lied about the roomie.”
He blinks. “What?”
“You heard me.” You averted your eyes for a second, ashamed of the lie and the aftermath of what happened a while ago. “After he stabbed you, I… couldn’t let him leave.”
“Wait.” His stomach dropped. “Did you…?”
“Not exactly.” You admit, still not meeting his gaze as you fiddled with your hands. “I managed to get him tangled up, and I was going to leave him like that until I got you some help, but I guess The Hand is all triumph or death. He took the coward’s way out. Broke his own neck.”
“Jesus…” He’s never fought an opponent who’s attempted to take their own life (But I guess you did mention to him that you fight the worst of the worst). “Wait, ‘The Hand’?”
“That is what the ninja group is called. They’ve been around for centuries.”
Johnny quirks up a brow, suspicious. “And have you been around for centuries? ‘Cause you seem to know an awful lot about them.”
You frown, feeling Foggy’s worried gaze on you. “They’ve… come and go through us Murdock’s lives. My dad first experienced them when his mother crossed their path by accident in a lawyering case. Killed in a way that made it look like a suicide. Then, in college, they killed an old girlfriend of his, and his mentor. Almost killed my Uncle Frank during a trial, my mom, too. And…” You pats at the hidden scar just above your hip. “Me. I guess that’s why I was so reluctant on you not helping. These people come and go like cancer.”
Johnny’s face softens with pity. I mean, his family and him had their fair share of tragedies and close calls, but this? And to be suffering by one group for years on end, and still have the will to go on? He has to give you, and your family, some props for that.
“If these people have been around for a long time, then how come I’ve never heard of them?” He eventually asks after taking everything so far in.
“Because, they’re originally from Japan, and normally stay in Japan; Unless somehow you’re messing with one of their oversea ‘businesses’, then they pay you a visit. And they’re quick. Unseen like a ghost. You can thank your status and superpowers for keeping you alive this long.” You explain, truthfully.
That got Johnny to sweat a bit. If it wasn’t for his status, he would have already been a dead man? Talk about a spine-chilling thought. “This is insane. And you seem… really calm about all this.”
“I try.”
“How long have you been fighting them on-and-off for?”
“Not long. At least in my case. My dad was usually the one dealing with them.” You reply, getting the same strange look from earlier. You clear your throat, clarifying, “Uh, the suit, tie, and booksmarts weren’t the only thing I inherited from him. I got his other suit–” You gesture to the outfit you’re wearing. “I got to be Daredevil, and all the abilities that came with it.”
“You have powers?” He said, surprised. “Powers that you were born with?”
You chuckle quietly at how childlike he sounded -- It was like telling a kid you’re taking ‘em to the amusement park they’ve been nagging you about. “My dad likes to call them abilities rather than powers. But, yes, I was born with them.”
“Does your mom have any?”
“No. She’s normal.” You shake your head. “My dad when he was a kid got into an accident, chemicals got into his eyes and blinded him. But it also heightened all his other abilities. Smell, hearing, taste, touch. The first two especially.”
“So you have all those as well?”
“Yep.”
“But you weren’t… born blind?”
“No. Surprisingly not. And no, my eyesight was not enhanced. It’s just regular 20-20 visions. Although, I’m very sensitive to light. Hence why I’m always wearing the glasses.”
“So… not a fashion statement?” He teases, making you laugh again.
“Nope. That was dad’s thing.”
“Yeah, he’s always with those dumb red glasses.” Foggy chimes in, and points to himself. “I called them the ‘Lady Killer’ in College.”
Johnny flashes his gaze your way, intrigued. “Your dad was a player…?”
“He was. He was.” Foggy sighs, as he reminisces about the old times. “Still sort of is. Could get any lady to fall for him, even though he’s married. And the women he would pull? Drop dead fucking gorgeous. For being blind he sure knew how to pick them.”
“Still salty, I see.” You poke, as he rolls his eyes.
“Hey there, young lady, I can be as salty as much as I want. He’s no longer here stuck behind a desk. He’s just getting a sunburn on the hot beaches of Florida.”
You snort and look at Johnny* “Yeah, now I’m trying to convince him to give his shop to his nephew so he can retire and get sunburned, too.”
“I cannot hand over the keys to Thomas. He’s not ready.”
“He’s so ready. You just don’t like not being in control.”
“You sound like your mother.”
“Hey, she wasn’t a reporter for nothing.” You reply, with Johnny laughing at the family bickering (He’ll have to admit, it’s kinda cute). He then tries to get up, but you were right there to stop him. “Hey, stay still.”
“C-Can’t.” He shutters, the pain starting to return.
“Johnny–” You trail off and look at your Uncle. “Can you get more painkillers, please?” Foggy nods and heads for the bathroom, just as the blond hero finally stands fully up. Your face flashes with concern. “Johnny–”
“Look, I’m loving the family lore, but all this talk about these ninjas killing people doesn’t sit right with me. I need to get home and tell my family everything. Then, we gotta kick some ass.”
“Johnny, you’re in no condition for fighting. Well alone trying to take these guys head on.”
“Then, come with me.”
You froze. “What?”
“Come with me back to the Baxter Building. Team up with me and my family. I know we can stop this if we actually work together.” Johnny says, covering your hand that was on his chest. “Please.”
Your face falls for numerous reasons. “Johnny, I would love to, but I can’t risk revealing my identity. I have way too many enemies, besides The Hand, to count.”
“I’m not saying you have to. But I’m not exactly good at keeping secrets from my own family, you know? So it’s either me telling them, or you.” He replies, as you become lost with thought; He squeezes your hand after a while in reassurance, and your eyes finally meet once again (Thump– Thump– Thump–). “What will it be, sweetheart?”
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Sue was pacing around and close to chewing all her fingernails off. She, and everyone else, had no clue where her baby brother was. He wasn’t answering his pager, he didn’t even leave a note, he didn’t even bother telling HERBIE where he was going; So, where was he? And what was so important that he had to go alone?
Johnny, I swear, where the hell are– Her pacing comes to a halt as he enters the lab, with an emotionless expression. “Johnny!” She shouts, everyone perking up as she runs over to hug. It only lasted a few seconds when she heard him wince. “We were so worried! What happened to you?” Her blue eyes surveyed him fast, quickly landing on the bandages, and blood stained suit. “... Johnny?
“I’m fine, Sue.” He begins, giving her shoulders a gentle touch. “I, uh, got patched up by Daredevil.”
“Daredevil patched you up? Why?” Ben asks, suspicious/confused.
“Well…” His eyes trail over his shoulder. “She kind of knows me…” And that’s when you appeared, still in uniform, and holding your cowl. You gave a vague wave as the rest of their eyes widened in shock. “I promise you her explanation’s really good.”
And it was. You started from the top just like you explained to Johnny, and you even occasionally sprinkled a few things in you might have forgotten; You carefully answered their questions, as you watched the wheels in their heads turn at the info.
“So, what does this mean for us?” Reed asks, making you frown.
“Basically, if we don’t figure out why they’re after you, you’re F-U-C-K-E-D.” You reply, bluntly.
Reed hums, thinking hard. “Maybe…” He lowers his voice for just his family to hear. “Maybe if we pull out all the Future Foundation contracts in the last few months, we could see if there’s anything sketchy?”
You raise an eyebrow, obviously hearing what they’re saying about their business, as Johnny clears his throat, and nudges his brother-in-law. “Careful. She can literally hear everything.”
Reed’s face paled, shocked. “W-What do you mean?”
“I have enhanced hearing.” You reply, averting your eyes like earlier. You always felt bad that you could literally hear everything. I mean, you want a bit of privacy in your life? Well, that ain’t happening when you’re around.
“Enhanced?” Sue asks, asking for her baffled husband. You nod in response, as Ben crosses his arms and asks,
“Prove it.”
You take a moment to see if he was joking, but he wasn’t. So, you take a deep breath, and begin, “Uh, well, for starters, Franklin’s not actually asleep–” You point to the couch behind them. “He’s been pretending since I’ve been here. So, Franklin, you might as well get up.”
Everyone watches his blue eyes open, and a sheepish smile crosses his face, like he doesn’t care that he got caught. You then point to Ben, continuing, “Your heart’s beating really fast as I talk, and–” Then at Reed. “Yours is even faster every time I speak.” The two men exchange glances, as your orbs land on Sue.
“And Sue…” You pause, nose picking up something. “Not hearing related, but I can smell that you’ve been eating a lot of strawberries the past few weeks. Mostly with whipped cream.”
You pretty much just blew their minds in just under 3 minutes… and these were coming from people who have superpowers.
“So, if you have this… enhanced hearing, did you hear them when they came into the building?” Reed asks, as you make a face.
“Sort of. I heard the window they use open, but I didn’t actually hear them.” You sigh. “The Hand have trained themselves to slow their heart rates down to the point it almost sounds like they have no pulse. It’s harder for me to track unless they’re right on top of me.”
“Well can’t you like… smell them?” Johnny asks, almost embarrassed to say it.
You almost roll your eyes. “Smelling’s the last thing I do, and unless they have blood on them, I’m screwed. I just got lucky I heard the vents rattling around or otherwise we would’ve not known about Smith.” Your face falls. “I just wish I got there a little quicker…”
You're still kicking yourself over your fatal mistake.
“And Ramirez is safe? You called and upped security?” Sue asks, as you nod.
“Yes. Anonymously, but yes.”
“Okay, but how do we stop The Hand?” Ben says, as you start thinking carefully.
So, we know about the suing case being all fake, but who hired them, and why are they trying to clean up loose ends? Your mind was wandering somewhere that you thought was a stretch, but what if it isn’t? What if you’re not too far off? “Sue–” You begin, getting her undivided attention. “Before the trial, in any recent meetings with world leaders, or any business partners, seemed… off?”
“What do you mean?” She asks, confused.
“Well, like… when you were stating your opinion, was anybody opposed to it in a drastic way? Like, was there anyone that seemed pissed off at you?”
“Where are you going with this, Y/N?” Johnny asks, as his sister thinks long and hard.
“Just bear with me. I have a hunch.”
“Actually…” Sue starts, realization crossing her face. “About a month before the trial, I had a meeting with the world leaders about some concerns on sea transportation; Like for materials and food. A few people didn’t like it, a few people did. However, there was one who really didn’t like it. And he really made a scene.”
“And who was it?”
“Prime Minister Takashi.”
You find yourself immediately wishing you were wrong. “I fucking knew it.”
“That was your hunch?” Johnny said, surprised.
“His family’s been in politics for a really long time, and are known to do some illegal activities, if you catch my drift. This all makes sense now.”
“Care to explain? Because I’m lost.” Ben asks, as you comply.
“If you tighten security on ports, they won’t be able to transport what they need without getting caught. So, he decided to hire folks who want to sue you, in hopes that maybe regardless of the outcome, your reputations would be tarnished a bit. I mean, this whole trial could have gone way worse if you went with another lawyer. So, when it didn’t go as planned, he went with the messier options, killing the Fantastic Four.”
“... And by killing us, the world would be so focused on our deaths, no one would be paying attention to the underlying problem.” Sue finishes, as you nod again.
“Exactly.”
“Damn.”
“So, what does this mean? What’s the plan?” Johnny asks, ready to get the ball rolling again despite being in horrible pain.
“You guys can’t just go in guns blazing. I mean, as logical as this sounds, you still don’t technically have evidence.” You explain, as his face falls. “However…” You’re not even sure if this is going to work. “I have a plan.”
You were met with the family exchanging looks, Reed stepping forward with, “Y/N–”
“Look, I know I haven’t been a team player, and I haven’t been honest with you when I should have. For that, I owe you an apology.” You reply, with pleading eyes before your features shift to ‘all business’. “But as of right now, as your lawyer, I need to trust me.” They all exchange looks again, while you mutter, “Please. I swear on my life that nothing will happen to you if you follow my plan.”
And now you were holding your own breath, because for the first time in a long time, you were scared that things would go south again… and you desperately didn’t want to have their blood all over your hands.
Your own heartbeat could be heard in your ears; The loud: Thump– Thump– Thump– Thump– Thu–
“We trust you.” Ben said, lifting the weight off your shoulders immediately. With a smile, and new confidence, you start telling your plan in great, great detail.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
The man rushes into the Baxter Building all in a huff, a clear look of irritation on his aging face. He blows off all the “hellos”, and attempts to get a conversation going as he beelines for the conference room. He throws open the doors to empty chairs and stage, which honestly pisses him off even more.
“Mrs. Richards?” He calls out, but nothing echoes back. He checks his watch frantically. I mean, this was the time he was told the emergency meeting was going on. “What in the–”
“My apologies for the confusion.” Your voice calls out as you stroll out of your hiding spot with a huge smirk (You were back in your business suit and tie, and were wearing your shades). “We are having a meeting. Except you were the only one invited, Prime Minister Takashi.”
“What is this? And who are you?” He spats, as you keep your cool.
“What?” You tilt your head all cocky. “You don’t recognize me from the headlines?” You wait for him to say anything. “No? That’s too bad. Well, for your information, I’m Y/N Murdock. I’m the Fantastic Four’s lawyer.” And then his face falls. “Yeah. Now you recognize me.”
“What is the meaning of all this? Why drag me here if you wanted a meeting? You could’ve just called me over the phone.”
“That’s true. But where’s the fun in that?”
“Excuse me–”
“I dragged you here because of my clients.”
“Your clients?” He scoffs. “What for? Isn’t the trial over?”
“Well, to be frank, you know damn well that it’s not over.” You said, taking a small step forward.
“I’m sorry?”
“Don’t play dumb. I know you hired those two buffoons to pretend they came up with the name ‘Fantastic Four’. I know you were just trying to distract the world a bit since you hated Mrs. Richards’ ideas on the ports’ security.”
He stares at you, and you can hear the slight hutch in his breath, and his pulse picks up. He scoffs again. “You’re out of your mind.”
“Am I? Because…” You lean in close, whispering, “You know for a fact that you know who I am. Which means, you know I can tell when you’re lying.” His heart beats even fast now, as you pull away with your smirk growing. “So, you might as well come clean. I would love to hear your take on all this.”
His face twists in disgust and defeat, his hands clenching and unclenching as you wait (im)patiently. “So, what if I did? Why is it such a big deal? I could just broadcast an apology.”
“Yes, you could. However… You did attempt to assassinate the family.” You reply, very nonchalantly (It was making him start to sweat). “Technically twice on one of them. And hell, you even tried to kill me twice. And you try to kill Ramirez, and…” You frown with anger. “You killed Smith.”
His eye twitched. “I-I–”
“Save your excuses, Mr. Takashi. That bridge has been burned for a long time now.”
“You’re mistaken, Miss Murdock.”
You laugh. “Oh, Mr. Takashi. Still trying to lie to me even though you can’t? I mean, come on. Really? That’s really stupid.”
“Miss Murdock–”
“Don’t.” You hissed, with a cold stare that could be seen even through your glasses. “Since your trial route failed, you decided you had no choice but to hire some hitmen. You attempted to kill the family in their own home, and failed. You then try to kill me in my apartment, which resulted into Mr. Storm being almost fatally stabbed. And I can bet my bottom dollar that you have them on standby somewhere, don’t you?”
ThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThump–
“Just admit it.” You continue to push. “I already know.”
His hands clench into fists, his jaw tightening. “Yeah. I did. So, what? What are you going to do? It’s your word against mine. And all I have to do is make one phone call, and I can have your head on a platter. I can have that whole family on a platter. So fucking what? What evidence do you have?”
Your bitterness fades at his, and now you find yourself laughing again. “Oh, man. That was good. Truly, it was.” You sigh blissfully, as your hands reach into your pockets. “What evidence do I have, you ask? Well… I have a confession, that’s what.”
You pulled out a remote, pressing a button that lit the full room. There at the top was your clients, security, a few Future Foundation workers, and even Lynne Nichols, who were all looking down at him with some type of hatred. His body froze, and was becoming paler before you even got the chance to show him the grand finale.
“Oh, and if you think this is bad, wait until I tell you that you weren’t the only world leader here.” You begin, holding back another laugh at his new expression. “You see, even though they’re not present, Mr. Richards had the pleasure of equipping all the chairs with microphones and speakers, so if they’re ever not available to come in person, they can still listen to it while they’re overseas.” Your eyes shift to one of the seats closest to you. “Can you hear me okay, Madame Laurent?”
[ ‘Oui. Loud and clear, Mademoiselle.’ ]
Your gaze lands back on him, his whole body now running hot and sweaty, and his heart pounding like a never ending drum solo. “Well, to be blunt, and excuse my unprofessionalism, but you really fucked yourself, didn’t you?”
Hook. Line. And Sinker. The good ol’ fashion lawyering technique that has been used in your family for generations. A good ol' check mate.
You watch his face twitch again, and just like you predicted, he bolted.
.
.
.
He ran and ran, but everywhere he went felt like someone was waiting for him. He stumbled down the staircase, threw open the door for the parking garage, and down the ramp. If he can get to his limo, if he just gets to his driver in time before word gets out, maybe he’ll have a chance to escape. But you stuck your foot out, clipping his ankle and making him land on his knees.
“You know, running makes you look more guilty.” You teased, as he pushed himself to a stand.
“But, I do admire the theatrics. I mean, making yourself look and even feel nervous? I’ll admit, that’s some dedication right there for something you damn well knew you were going to lose.”
“I could say the same thing about you." He brushes his suit off, the fearful façade falling and gets replaced with a serious expression. “Are we actually alone? Or is there anyone else lurking in the shadows?”
“Just me.” You reply, copying his expression. “Trust me, you’ll know when someone is coming.” Your words lingered in the air away as you two glared at each other, only for the ice to break when he barks up a cackle.
“My, my. I’d never expected this to turn out this way. I never thought you would stick around after the case. But again… you are just like your father and grandmother before you. Stubborn as a bull.”
“You should know this by now, Takashi.” You tilt your head. “Or would you like me to call you Nobu again?”
“Hai. I haven’t heard that name in a while.” He grins. “I must say, no wonder I didn’t recognize you, you’ve grown quite a bit.”
“And you’ve aged a lot.” You push as he brushes the comment off.
“What do you want?”
“You know exactly what I want.”
“Do I?”
You grit your teeth for a second. “Stop beating around the bush, Nobu. The more you stall, the faster the others will get down here. I can hear some of them getting closer.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “You know, I don’t have to be the one to give the command. You should know this by now, little devil.” His words were a cue for you to notice you were getting surrounded by The Hand. For once, you weren’t afraid of their presence; Only afraid of what they truly stand for.
You close your eyes briefly, taking a deep breath as you mutter, “Tachi nasai. Kazoku o hanatte oite kudasai.” (*Stand down. Leave the family alone.) Your words were enough to get them to sheath their swords, and give you a small bow before dispersing again.
“See? That wasn’t so hard.” Nobu jams into, as you try not to wince. “You should know by now the power you hold.”
“I didn’t want this power, and you know this.”
“True. But it’s not like you have a choice. You and your parents can deny all you want, but you belong to The Hand. You’ll be the destroyer of all worlds.”
“Yeah?” You scoff, irritated that this was a common discussion. “And when is that supposed to fucking happened? Huh?”
“Whenever the Gods see fit.” Nobu said, proudly.
This fucking– You trail off when you hear the footsteps again.
“They’re coming?” He asks, already knowing the answer.
“You know you’re gonna have to let yourself get captured, right?”
“Oh, I know. But… you know me. I’ll always find a way out.”
“And I’ll be patiently waiting.” You reply, with a forced smile, and the footsteps on the stairs getting louder and louder.
“I know you will be.” Nobu says, as he walks past you, a hand coming up to pat your shoulder. “I’ll see you later, little devil. Or shall I say…”
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“The Black Sky.”
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
“Oh, thank you, thank you.” Sue says, pulling you in for a big hug -- Takashi in custody, and the assassination news was heard across the board. Tonight was just going to be the family trying to get every loose end cleaned up (Wish them luck). “You don’t know how grateful we are for you.”
You smile genuinely as you hug her back. “It was my pleasure, Sue. You don’t even need to bother with…” You pause as you pick something up. You pull back, really listening. “Huh.”
“What?” She said, confused/concerned.
“Well, it explains the strawberry craving.” You said, amused. “And not to be weird, but you smell really good.”
“I’m so confused–”
“You’re pregnant.” You bluntly reply, watching her blue orbs go wide. “You can still take a test if you want. But I hear your heartbeat… and another. Unless you have two hearts, of course.”
“I’m pregnant?” Sue echoes your words, the shock slowly wearing off. “I’m… pregnant.”
“Yeah. Not sure why I didn’t pick up on that sooner, but again… ninjas were after us.” Your expression grew. “Congrats. Let’s just hope this one doesn’t hail down another planet eater.”
Sue laughs with joy, as she hugs you again -- Already thinking of ways to break the ice with her husband later. Speaking of, he and the others finally managed to slip away from the police, and reporters trying to catch wind of what was going on in Baxter Building.
Franklin came running over to you, eyes like his mama sparkled with curiosity. “Lawyer lady. That was so cool! But where’s your suit?”
“Well, my suit is a secret.” You said, bending down to his level. “And I need you to help me keep that a secret. Can you do that for me?” He shakes his head, and makes a ‘zipping’ motion across his mouth. You laugh, and ruffle his hair.
Reed appears before you, shaking your hand. “We’re forever in your debt, Miss Murdock. I can’t thank you enough.”
“No need. I’m here whenever you need me. In whatever way possible.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“So do I.” Ben said, also shaking your hand. You nod, and bid everyone ‘goodbye’ before joining Johnny at the elevator.
“After you.” He said, holding the door.
“Such a gentleman.” You said, smirking. You both entered it, the door closing, and headed down. Your nose picks up on a coppery-musty smell. “Your wound’s starting to get infected. Make sure you clean thoroughly after this.”
“Eh, I’m sure I can just burn it off.”
“Johnny…”
“What? I’m joking.”
You roll your eyes, the smirk still on your face. “Only you.”
He chuckles. “Only me.” The elevator dings to the garage, and you both step out. “Hey, I know you’ve heard it like a billion times already, but thank you. For helping my family with everything.”
“No need to thank me, Johnny. I’m always happy to help.” You said, as you spotted a familiar car pulling in. You sense Johnny getting tense since the garage was supposed to be empty; You touch his arm. “Relax. That’s just my Uncle Frank. I called him earlier.”
“Oh.” He relaxes. “Sure you don’t want me to fly you back?”
“Oh, no–” You shake your head. “You don’t need to be doing anything until you’re healed. Capish?”
He gives you a sloppy salute. “Yes, ma’am. And…” He raises a brow. “You’re sure you don’t want to join us? I mean, you can probably get around without revealing yourself.”
“It’s tempting, really, but I don’t want to risk it. Besides…” You tug at his uniform. “Blue’s not really my color.” He snorts, and your smile grows. “But, if you guys ever need help, lawyer or superhero related, I’m all in.”
“I’ll definitely keep that in mind.” Johnny replies, as you start trying to leave, but he’s desperately trying to keep you here a little longer with his charming self. “Sure you don’t want a drink or anything before you go, Sweetheart?”
Sweetheart. That nickname was going to be the death of you if you’re not careful. “Love to–” You start, trying to hide your blush. “But I need to get back to my day job.”
“Suit yourself.” He said, a bit sad (It made your heart ache in more ways than one (Damn you, Jonathan Storm).
“Awe, don’t pout, Mr. Storm. You know, if you ever want to visit–” You reach up on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. “You know where to find me.”
You watch his eyes light up at your words, as his hand touches his cheek as he watches you go. You wave one last time before getting into the car, buckling up as the car pulls away.
“I don’t like how he looks at you.” Was the first thing Frank says, once you’re out on the bridge towards the city.
“Who? Johnny?” You ask, batting your eyes.
“Yeah.” He nods. “He’s flirting with you.”
“He’s not…”
“Oh, yes he is. And what until I tell your dad about this.”
You sigh at his (usual) antics. “You know if I want to date him, I can. I’m an adult.”
“You’ll always be a child in my eyes.” He says, with a soft smile on gruff features.
“Whatever you say, Uncle Frank.” You remove your frames for a second, rubbing your tired as you feel him staring.
“Are you okay? Did something else happen that I don’t know about?” He asks, in a tone like a gentle parent would use. You almost slipped up because of his effect on you, but you manage to hold your tongue. Besides your parents, no one else in your life knows what you really are; And despite knowing that one day that destruction that you’ll supposedly cause might happen, you just want to enjoy being treated like a normal human being until then.
You shake your head, forcing another smile on your face. “I’m fine, Uncle Frank.” You said, looking his way in an attempt to throw him off his game. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”
Tired.
Yeah… that’s it.
Just keep telling yourself that you’re tired.
(TBC…?)
A/N: If this gets enough track, I might do a follow up stories. 'Cause I really do like writing Daredevil!Reader.
-As of 10/23/25: Taglist is Open for future Sequels-