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iworemyleatherjacket:

I took Jessica almost a whole minute to snap out of her anxiety attack, she slowly started to listen to Daredevil’s voice, as if he was far away and little by little came closer,until she finally saw Matt. She stepped back, scared, as she realized she was closer to the man than she wanted to be. Her eyes wet with tear, but not a single one daring to slip to her cheeks.

“He cannot be walking around freely. He is a fucking psychopath. He is freaking dangerous and no one at the police department believes me!” - she finally said in anger. She had been carrying those feeling around for a long time. “I know he might still be watching me and it’s driving me fucking insane. But I can’t just run. He will find me. He will find me and make me regreta every single step further I made him take. So what the fuck am I supposed to do?!”

She wasn’t angry at him for real. But she was tired of running. And without realizing she was speaking to loud, attacking some attention to them. She looked down in shame.

Matt was relieved to see her slowly calm down, even if he flinched when she stepped back away from him. Maybe he had been closer that he should have, when you’re blind you become a little less aware of personal space, but it caught him off guard. He still raised his arms and gave her space. She needed it. But no more than that. Jessica shouldn’t be alone or do any of this alone. He had failed her, and he couldn’t let that happen again.

“I know. I told you, hiding or running isn’t the solution either. We just need to think this through,” He sighed. He took a moment to think of a strategy, “Look. Like I said, this man isn’t easy to find. But if he’s really looking for you, if he’s really going to find you... I know this is going to sound horrible, but trust me on this. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you, Jessica... but maybe... we let him,” He immediately raised a finger, “Before you freak out, listen. We put a tracker on you. You keep me updated regularly. Let’s say, every 15 minutes or 30 minutes. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll check your location, and if it seems off and if you still don’t answer calls or if you answer and it doesn’t sound like you... I know exactly the person to send for you. Someone this jackass won’t be able to control.”

#jessica #paras #//You bet it's Maya

iworemyleatherjacket

thedevilfromhellskitchen:

“He targeted you. I get your rage. But one, seeing him again might not do you any good, two, he might be even waiting for you already. Maybe this is exactly what he wants,” He wasn’t an easy man to find, but Matt had been trying. He couldn’t dedicate full time to it, seeing as how crime didn’t take a night off at Hell’s Kitchen, but he was. He shook his head with slight exasperation at Jessica’s claims, “I care. But we need to be smart about this. You need to be smart about this or it’s all gonna end badly.”

Jessica took a deep breath. She could feel her heart pounding desperately inside her chest every time he was mentioned. She looked down to the floor trying to calm herself down, her right leg stumping against the floor repetitively.

“Birch Street, Higgins Drive, Cobalt Lane…” - She repeated the name of the street in her childhood memories, one of the few techniques that her therapist had recommended and actually helped. She waited for the thoughts on how he could be waiting for her to go away. She closed her eyes for a moment. Daredevil was right, they had got to be smart, and being smart involved not having panic attacks.

thedevilfromhellskitchen-blog

Jessica’s heart had already been beating fast during their conversation, but it suddenly and drastically started pounding faster, “Jessica?” Panic. She was having a panic attack, or starting to. He wondered if it had been something he said or if she had just reached her limit, but that wasn’t important right now, “Jess. I’m here. It’s going to be okay. You’re okay.”

#jessica #paras

starkboygenius

thedevilfromhellskitchen:

“You can buy a chair, if that’d make you feel better,” Matt offered jokingly, but fully aware Tony might take him up on that offer, which is why he said ‘chair’ and not something like a ‘printer’. Time apart or not, Matt already knew how Tony’s crazy mind worked. Most of the time. He still managed to surprise every once in a while, “Well, we’re going to go look at some places next week. We can’t have a firm without an office. Once that’s done, we’ll start right away.”

“Hm, yeah, I’ll buy both of you chairs how about that? Ooh, I could make you guys some desks too, real nice, I could even program a built in braille translator on yours, like a scanner that can read a document and then the surface can be made of some kind of poly-fiber that can raise and form the braille for you– I’ve been looking for a quick day project y’know–” Tony stopped when he realized he was rambling and that a fancy desk was probably over the top anyway. “Or… Or just the chairs. We can go to IKEA sometime next week,” he sank back in his seat, still thinking about the desk.

thedevilfromhellskitchen-blog

Matt had already sighed when Tony suggested buying two chairs, but it just escalated from there as Tony kept rambling on and on about a high-tech desk he had just designed in his head on the spot. It was too amusing to hear, so he let him go on, hoping he’d stop himself. Thankfully, he did. The idea of taking a shopping trip to IKEA made him laugh, “Tell you what, since you seem to excited about that desk, you can build it, but not for the firm’s office. Just keep it here,” That way Tony got to feel useful, build what he wanted to build, and there would be no Stark-created furniture at Nelson & Murdock.

#tony #paras

jbbbarnes

➡️Marvel Meme⬅ [3/6 Characters]

I’m not seeking penance for what I’ve done, Father. I’m asking forgiveness… for what I’m about to do.

#about me

iworemyleatherjacket:

“You should know better than that. I can’t leave that crazy maniac walking around New York, there are things and people I want to protect.” - honestly Jessica was starting to lose patience, Daredevil; Matt was starting to sound just like Trish. She rolled her eyes impatiently. - “You know what? Fuck this. This was a terrible idea. I’m sorry I thought you could help me. You obviously don’t give two fucks about me or what’s going on.”

#jessica #paras

starkboygenius:

Tony sighed through his nose but smiled. “Alright, alright. Don’t hesitate to ask me for anything, though. Tell Foggy that too,” he took a sip of wine, trying to pace himself. He didn’t need to get too drunk tonight. He and Matt hadn’t seen each other in so long, and the last thing he needed was to be an incoherent lush when it was time to go to bed. “Do you guys have any plans for the immediate future?”

#tony #paras

iworemyleatherjacket:

“Not exactly. I mean. The stuff we got last time didn’t help much. No pictures. I am still not convinced that he his really dead, and if he is not I need to find out where he is hiding.” - now that she was saying it out loud she realized why people were always telling her that she was acting paranoid. She did sound paranoid. They had stolen death certificates and morgue reports. Still she was not convinced. - “You gatta trust in me, man. There is something wrong in it. I can feel it.”

Matt raised his eyebrows, “Jessica, I trust you. Believe me, I do,” He could tell she was telling the truth, or at least that she thought she was telling the truth, and that was enough for him. Despite the hard edges, Matt knew Jessica was a good girl. However... “I just don’t think you should be actively seeking out this guy, especially if he’s as dangerous as you make him sound. I’m not saying you have to hide either, but looking for him? I don’t know.”

#jessica #paras

starkboygenius:

Tony barked out a laugh. “Oh yeah, he absolutely did. I just think he didn’t like people who were smarter than him, even if it had nothing to do with engineering.” He cut his steak into pieces, taking a bite. Delicious, of course. Maybe he needed to pick up cooking as a hobby. He was a serial snacker, but maybe it would be nice to actually cook himself a meal that wasn’t wrapped up in the freezer. “I guess I was just raised on thinking all lawyers were kind of smarmy, y’know? And in my experience, some of them can be. I just… I think it’s really good that there’s people like you and Foggy out there doing what you do,” he smiled and reached over to hold Matt’s hand. “I’m really proud of both of you guys. You need to let me do something to help you guys start up your firm.”

At least that was something Tony and his father did not have in common. If anything, Tony always seemed to get excited whenever he ran into someone who could match his intelligence. Unless they were egocentric assholes, then of course, they clashed. But Matt would bet it was Bruce’s intelligence what attracted Tony to him, and those two loved each other. Not enough to make him jealous, but they did.

He listened and gave Tony all of his attention, eating while he did so, genuinely enjoying the food. Matt smiled when Tony put his hand on his, and he let go of his fork and hold it back, “No. You don’t have to do anything. If I need your help, I’ll ask for it, alright? Foggy and I’ve got it figured out. I want us to do this by ourselves.” And he didn’t think it’d be good to have their firm connected to Stark Industries in any way. They needed people to trust them, and for that, people couldn’t connect them to a corporation as big as Tony’s.

#tony #paras

iworemyleatherjacket:

“You’re not that hard to read. Not even under a mask. And honestly you can’t mask that ass of yours.” - she whispered, not because she was pointing out his back, but because she didn’t want anyone to hear what she was saying.- “I don’t think you want to go through the details of how I found out. Well, at least not considering this time and place.”

Ever since she was abducted Jessica kept that eyes and that posture, the kind of person who believes that was always being followed. This was common among people suffering from PTSD, but Jessica liked to believe this was something more. She had a better reason to feel that way. Kilgrave.

“Anyway, I dunno who else to trust, so… I came looking for ya."

Suddenly it all felt like a bad idea. Daredevil didn’t seem happy to see her, meet her… Whatever. And how exactly he was going to help wasn’t really a point that have crossed her mind.

Since Jessica was a minor and he was a taken man, Matt decided to ignore the fact she had been checking out his behind for who knows how long. He couldn’t contain a very slight smirk, nevertheless. He subtly “looked” around, sensing the crowds of people in the street where someone could be hiding and spying them. Like this Kilgrave guy Jessica was worried about and that Matt had been trying to track with barely any results, “You’re right about that, I’ll give you that.”

As they were walking, Matt suddenly switched up their positions, with him holding her arm, and he pulled her without warning towards an empty alleyway as soon as they were walking right past one. Once they were deep enough into it and he had checked that there was no one near them, he spoke, “What’s wrong? Are you in danger again?”

#jessica #paras

netflixdefenders

Sweet (Daredevil) Christmas everyone!

#//Matt was so hilariously happy during these issues lmao

tomholland-s

Matt Murdock: a summary

#//is probably in love with 3 different women omg #about me

iworemyleatherjacket:

Jessica rolled her eyes and twisted her mouth looking around. She didn’t see anyone suspicious, but still, with Kilgrave you could never be too conscious. If he was indeed alive, he could have send some sort of stalker on her.

“Look, you don’t play dummy with me, you asshole. You know exactly what I am talking about” - she them came closer to him and grabbed his arm, as if they have known each other from ages. Pf course she had no idea how to guide a blind person, but it didn’t matter anyway she knew what he could do as Daredevil, so she probably couldn’t get him hurt, even if she wanted to. - “We work out together. You ain’t fooling anyone trying to hide your muscles. And there is no shame on it. We all wear spandex when it’s necessary. But don’t worry, I ain’t letting anyone know.”

She made up an excuse as he pulled him around.

“I need your help, red. I mean… Matt.” - she tried to say it in a low voice.

“Excuse me??” Matt pretended to be in shock, as if he couldn’t believe this girl he didn’t know was really calling him an asshole and pretending to know him. However, when she started to straight up lie, Matt felt there was something more going on here than just wanting to get a confession from him.

He wasn’t exactly happy about it, but it didn’t feel right anymore to pretend. He sighed, letting her drag him with her “How did you know?”

#jessica #paras

iworemyleatherjacket:

“Really? It’s me Jessica. Jessica Jones.” - she pointed out sarcastically - “Well, I guess I can’t blame ya, I almost didn’t recognize you without your spandex, red.”

She stood right in front of him, studying him from head to toes. His cane got her attention, why the well would he use one at all? She knew he didn’t need it, with a closer look she wondered if it was brand new or if due whatever sick powers he had that walking stick was worth nothing but keeping up appearances, so it had no scratches, no signes of bumps. She also payed attention to his shoulders. They looked a little stiff, something so typical from a liar.

“Remember me now?” - she sounded stubborn. Proud of herself figuring it all out by herself.

Ah.

Great. Yet again another person finds out his identity. Had he been sloppy lately? Matt figured being blind was the perfect cover for him, but an alarming amount of people were still busting him. He didn’t know why or how Jessica knew now, but if there was still a chance to salvage his identity, he wasn’t about to lose it.

“Spandex?” He chuckled, feigning amusement and confusion, “I’m sorry, Miss Jones. You must have me confused by someone else. Getting into spandex would probably be a little difficult for me.”

#jessica #paras #//I hope this is IC xD

starkboygenius:

Two hours in the car didn’t feel long at all when Tony was with Matt. Hell, two hours wasn’t even near enough time for them to catch up on what was going on in each other’s lives. Matt had been so busy with school, and this past semester they sometimes went weeks without ever seeing each other. They made it work though, calling and texting whenever they were free. Tony was working hard on making sure the Avengers were credible and trying to figure out new recruits. Sharon and Steve kept him on top of everything, thank god, but there was some much needed TLC. He hadn’t seen Matt since his graduation, but his boyfriend was now a full-fledged lawyer. Matt talked all about the cases he worked pro bono and that he and Foggy were going to try to start a business, and he quickly denied Tony’s offer to help them rent out an office space for their practice. No matter what, Tony just wanted to be there to support him.

Tony pulled into his garage and kissed Matt both before and after they got out. It had been too long since they just had time to sit and relax, but Tony already told JARVIS to hold all his calls unless it was on the level of another alien attack. “Dinner’s waiting,” he mumbled against Matt’s lips, eventually pulling away and walking up the huge staircase to enter the mansion.

The main dining room had a small intimate place setting on one end of the table, a nice steak dinner with accompanying wine and side dishes all laid out for them. “Dessert’s baking in the oven now. Janet taught me how to make creme brule but it’s probably going to come out like shit,” he laughed, sitting down with Matt. The lights were low, not that it mattered much to Matt, but he hoped he liked the dinner his chefs prepared. “You know, my dad always hated lawyers,” Tony said as he poured them both a glass of the rich, red wine.

Matt was really careful nowadays when it came to getting his hopes up, but he could tentatively say the last few months had been... good. After seeing a therapist, he wasn’t obviously magically cured, but he was now able not to repeat to himself in his mind every day that voicemail Tony had left him. The nightmares were less frequent. He was getting a little more sleep. He graduated, which all things considered was surprising. He was still out there saving lives and Fisk was still in jail. And thankfully, no one had tried to assassinate Tony again. He wondered how long that would last. But for now, he’d enjoy this “peace”.

They both had a lot going on, and they hadn’t seen each other as much as they’d have liked to. It didn’t help that Tony lived hours away from New York now, while Matt was firmly planted in Hell’s Kitchen studying for the bar exam. But as soon as he had gotten his results back, he had to call Tony. He was officially a lawyer. His father would have been proud. But most importantly, Matt was excited about all the people he and Foggy were going to help. He’d bring justice to Hell’s Kitchen in more ways than one now.

Celebrating this fact was the perfect excuse to see Tony at least for a night. He remembered he had gotten used to Tony’s intoxicating cologne and natural smell, but the distance had made him vulnerable to all of that again. Could he be blamed for wanting to ravage his egocentric but obviously extremely hot boyfriend on the seat of this really expensive car? Matt was just human. A human who hadn’t seen his boyfriend in a really long time. He had a lot of pent up frustration, and Tony’s teasing kisses once they had arrived to Tony’s mansion outside of the Big Apple were not, in any way, making a good case as to why he had to wait until later to have him under him, “Dinner is not the only thing waiting,” He pointed out slightly frustrated, but smiling and following Tony up the staircase.

“It smells really good in here,” Matt admitted, and he knew right away that Tony hadn’t cooked it, but he hadn’t expected otherwise. He was actually surprised to hear at least the dessert was homemade though, and he chuckled at Tony’s self-deprecating honesty, “I promise I’ll smell it before I decide not to eat it if that’s the case,” He assured him, smiling with amusement as he took a seat.

He raised his eyebrows at Tony’s conversation opener. Interesting choice, “Did he?” Well, corporate lawyers were rats. But was Howard Stark honest enough to reject them? “Well. This is heading somewhere good. Didn’t he get... sued a lot, actually?”

#tony #paras

iworemyleatherjacket

Jessica had learnt that she was actually very good at this. She was good following the clues, talking to the right people, asking the right questions with the right tone of voice and using physical force when necessary. However, no matter how well her investigation was going, she could not tell for sure that Kilgrave was dead. She couldn’t talk about this to Trish, nor to her parents. She would look crazy, they would say it was only her PTSD. But she knew something was off. She needed someone to talk to, someone she trusted. Strangely, the only name crossed her mind was Daredevil.

The girl opened her desk’s drawer and flipped around the pages of News Paper she kept on the New York vigilantes. Okay, maybe she was a little obsessed, she had to admit. She lined up the one that refereed to Daredevil. She looked at them as a detective would study their clues. This guy was particularly active on her neighborhood. Maybe he was a local. She looked at up and tried to remember the few encounters they had. Daredevil was a bit weird to be honest, asking crazy questions like what the man who kept her hostage smelled like. Weird.

Suddenly it hit her. Could it be? She opened her laptop and started digging. Hell’s Kitchen residents, accidents in Hell’s Kitchen, accident with chemicals. Like the ones on her on accident, years ago, that gave her power. A few more clicks, some research on social midia. No. this couldn’t be him. Could he?

The next day she was out. It was cold as New York always was at this time of the year, but this was good, since she didn’t wanted to be noticed. The guys she was looking for though surely stood out in the crowd, though. For a while she thought she could really have gone nuts for once, but once she came closer, she had no doubts. Same high. Same body type. It was him. That was Daredevil.

“Hey! Matt Murdock, right?”

thedevilfromhellskitchen-blog

Cigarettes. Alcohol. The pattern to her steps and heartbeat. It didn’t take him long to recognize who it was or even notice they were following him. That wasn’t the mystery. The question here was: why was Jessica Jones following Matt Murdock? Matt was trying to figure this out as he walked down the streets of Hell’s Kitchen with his (brand new. He kept losing them) walking stick swaying from side to side, Jessica stalking him from a distance that was supposed to make her less suspicious. He pretended he hadn’t noticed her, that he was just a blind guy making his way through the city.

She was gutsy, though. Sooner than later, he sensed her getting closer. Curious. A little nervous, judging by her heartbeat, but that’d have never stopped her. Not Jessica Jones. He knew her enough to know that. Then she called him, and he didn’t have another choice but to acknowledge her. He stopped in the middle of sidewalk, turning around to face her. Of course, he pretended he didn’t know where exactly she was standing, but he offered a confused smile, “Yes? Sorry, do we know each other? I don’t think I recognize your voice.”