justice is blind

As Matt’s fingers traced her skin, starting from her jaw and moving over her features, Jan’s eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the feeling of his touch.  His hand moves, tracing her lips, and Jan couldn’t help but kiss his fingers before his hand moved once more, only to be replaced with Matt’s own lips.

She hadn’t been expecting the kiss, but she returned it nonetheless, smiling into the kiss even as Matt murmured a soft ‘thank you.’  

Once he’d kissed her, Matt returned to tracing her features, and Jan opened her eyes, a smile on her lips as she watched him.  He would never cease to amaze her, and one of these days, she was going to tell him that. 

A soft laugh escaped her at Matt’s compliment, and she grinned. “Thank you,” she murmured, and it was her turn to lean forward to steal a quick kiss.  Jan had always made split-second decisions about people, and she was always immensely glad that she’d decided to actually talk to Matt that day, rather than simply going on her merry way. 

It was funny how just a few months ago he’d bumped into her on the street. He had asked for her help and she kindly obliged. He’d been particularly devilish that day but in doing so he met Janet. She was a wonderful woman and one of a few people who knew his identity. He’d been shocked to know that she was also a vigilante of sorts. He regretted nothing about playing the ‘blind card’ that day. 

Knowing that Janet wasn’t just a fashion designer, that she was also a strong and capable ally brought him comfort. They could each take care of each other. He certainly still worried about her in her outings as the Wasp, but he knew she’d be alright just as much as she knew he’d come home. 

            “—a man who truly knows how to punch.. INTERESTING”             hope commented amused with a smile. “a beer or two is             absolutely FINE, but i have the impression those lawyers             always managed to lost COUNT at some point.”

Her head cocked to the side as she watched the dark figure emerge. When she recognized who it was she lowered her arrow and put it back in her quiver “you’re a pain in my ass” she said as she collapsed the bow and hooked it to her utility belt “ever since you started playing vigilante you’ve been causing some tension in my jurisdiction” she said as she stuck out her hand “do you really refer to yourself as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen? Eh, I don’t really care. Listen just wanted to see if I can find you and tell you to keep your messes and destruction on your side of Manhattan.”

The grip around his batons loosened as he heard the bow string go slack. A brow raised under his mask at her words, an unamused look set on his face. “You’re jurisdiction?” He took a step towards her, his hands moving to place his batons back on his side. “Papers call me Daredevil.” Lips drew together in a tight line. “I’m sorry, who are you?”  Idol chat like this was a waste of time. 

      Natasha was finally back in America, and there was one place where she needed to be and that was a little apartment in Hell’s Kitchen. She took out her copied key and unlocked the door, Natasha could tell straight away that he wasn’t there from the lack of pain filled groans echoing through the half decorated apartment.

     She laid down on his couch and waited for his arrival, she wanted to surprise him but she knew he could her her from miles away. The distinctive sound of his keys unlocking the door made her smile, but there was nervous twinge in her stomach she had just up and left for a few months but it was for something she needed to do, but all in all she missed him.

    Pushing herself up from the couch, Natasha walked slowly toward Matt a nervous smile lined ever so slightly at her lips. ‘ Miss me? ‘

He answered her question by reaching an arm out towards her, his fingers finding her waist before wrapping his arms around her frame. His head inclined down towards her and searched eagerly for her lips which meant that he placed a sloppy kiss to the corner of her mouth. Dammit. A second attempt was rewarded by feeling her plump lips against his. Pulling away for air, Matt gently placed his forehead against her own. Rose colored glasses disguising his closed eyes as he took a moment to enjoy her. 

     “ what happens if they are INNOCENT, but you can’t prove it? ”

“I hunt what comes out of the shadows” the archer replied cooly as her arrow trained into the darkness “are you going to be a coward or are you going to step out so I can see you?” Kate wasn’t exactly in the mood for games.

A faint sound of a string being drawn taut filled his ears. Hands reached down to remove and wrap tightly around the batons at his side. The Devil took a step towards the heartbeat, his grip on his batons tightening even more prepared for a fight. “I’m not interested in a fight with you.” 

Jen brushed her hair back out of her eyes “Well Mr. Murdock I hear great things about the cases you take perhaps I could pick your pick brain sometimes for case strategies” Jen said to him  “After this is done with anyway” she added referring to her case file.

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A smile curved Jan’s lips upwards as Matt’s hand found her face, his fingers lingering on her chin.  Jan was a very tactile person to begin with, but the fact that Matt was blind allowed her to indulge her need to almost constantly be touching those she cared about.  

She couldn’t help the little laugh that left her lips and she shook her head.  “No, it definitely isn’t,” she agreed.  Jan made all her own costumes, and the fabric had been the hardest part.  Eventually, she’d managed to create her own new type of cloth: as supple as spandex, but as tough as leather.  

The talk of suits had distracted her, momentarily, but Matt’s hand on her skin, as well as his soft question brought her back instantly.  Jan turned her head, placing a gentle kiss against Matt’s palm before she murmured, “Of course.”  Her heart skipped a beat in anticipation of his touch, as it almost always did, her smile bright and happy. 

He grinned the moment he heard her heart literally skip a beat. All thoughts of them talking about his scars was gone. He was glad that he could easily change the subject and take her focus off of the various wounds that decorated his flesh.

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Brock was sent in to locate the man in a black mask said to be terrorizing the neighborhood of Hell’s Kitchen, New York. A man who does all of his work at night. Either this guy’s afraid to be seen or he’s a vampire. Despite the grunt and foot work, Brock’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least somewhat curious. 

Using SHIELD’s intel to supplement what he already had on the Daredevil’s identity from Hydra’s files, he arrived at the building outside Nelson and Murdock. 

Climbed up the stairs, he knocked on the door, grimacing at the state the place was in.

A slight groan escaped Matt’s lips as a knock sounded throughout the small office. His body protested his effort to get up from his desk chair. Last night had been... rough. According to Foggy he had his ‘ass handed to him’. A few cuts, a minor stab wound to the left shoulder were nothing compared to the injuries he’d sustained in the past. 

Karen stood in the doorway to her bedroom, nerves freezing her for a moment. It was silly, she thought. It was a date, sure, but it was Matt, and Matt is one of her best friends. Nothing to be nervous about. She smiled and opened the door after smoothing down her dress. “Hi, Matt. Just let me find my bag and I will be… Those for me?” she asked, already grinning wider at the flowers.