#dreasaurusrex

“How do you know I haven’t already told you the truth?”

“Impossible.” You shake your head with a smile as you take the pan off the stovetop and reach for some plates.

 “Oh really?” Lucifer brought his chosen liquor to his seat on the other side of the counter, pouring himself and you a glass.

“Yes! Because every time I’ve asked, you’ve said something different! And none of those stories seem to be real.”

You finish plating dinner and turn to give Lucifer his portion, expecting to see a smirk or some sort of look that says “Well, I guess you’ll never know.” But instead, you see him looking into his drink, his face showing a mix of worry and uneasiness. Sliding the plate in front of him, you try to break his gaze from the cup. 

“You know I’m still going to love you no matter what happened to cause those, right?” Without looking up, his tone got a bit more serious with a twinge of what sounded like pain.

“Don’t make promises you are unsure of, dear.”

“Then tell me what happened and put my promise to the test.” You reach for your glass and take a sip, loving the taste but not able to relish in it because your worry for Lucifer takes precedence. 

You can see him mulling something over in his head. He eventually just runs his hands over his face and sighs out a shuddered breath. You move around the counter and hop up on it, you get close enough to put your hand on his cheek and make him look at you. It broke your heart to see whatever trauma that those scars left in his eyes.

“Hey. If it makes you this upset, you don’t have to tell me. I want to know, but if it's going to hurt you, I don’t--”

 “I am Lucifer.” His eyes were closed but pointed down towards the counter. The confused chuckled that escaped you was uncontrolled.  

“We’ve been dating for awhile now, I think I know your name pretty well, ba--”

“No.” He took your hand from his cheek and from your lap and held them in both of his hands. “I am Lucifer Morningstar, Bealezbub, Mephistopheles, the prince of darkness, the Devil! I am…” He finally looked you in the eye, “the Devil.”

You sat there next to him, looking into his eyes to see if there were any indications that this was a joke. But you saw that he truly believed that he was the Devil. And surprisingly it made sense to you. Everything about him pointed towards that being true, but you hadn’t seen any sort of proof other than the genuine reactions he is showing right now as he tells you.

“Okay… Um… I’m not saying that I don’t believe you, but--”

“You don’t believe me.” His hands, which are still holding yours, drop slightly as he looks away dejectedly. You squeeze them and make him look at you.

“I’m saying that I need some proof. As much as I love you and I know you wouldn’t lie to me, I am just asking if there is anything you can show me.”

Lucifer’s leg begins to bounce with anxiety as he thinks about his next course of action. He knew that telling you would lead to this, he was just scared of the possible fear and rejection. He truly loved you, which is something he never thought was possible. He didn’t want to lose you. But he had to be honest with you. 

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, focusing on his arm. You watch his face, looking for any sign that this is going to far for him. When he meets your gaze again, his normally dark eyes are now a vicious red color. 

You flinched and you saw that it hurt Lucifer. You didn’t know what you expected, but it definitely wasn’t that. 

His eyes looked down at his arm. Following his gaze, you see that his skin was now more red. His veins looked like they were glowing under his skin. 

“Oh my god!” You couldn’t help the shock as you dropped his hands and covered your gasp. 

You took a moment to look at it as he reached for his glass and took a larger than normal drink. Your body moved faster than your brain as you held out a hand to him. Lucifer was confused, but you slowly reached out more until you were delicately holding his arm. It was warmer than a normal human, but not scalding. He let you move it, watching you look at the different shades of red of his true skin. 

After a few minutes of looking at his arm, your gaze goes back to his eyes. As soon as you make eye contact, he takes a visibly nervous breath in and holds it, trying to figure out what you were thinking. He closed his eyes and quickly made his skin and eye color back to “normal.” 

“Okay. So the stuff that I ignored in church growing up is--”

“Real. Well,” Lucifer tilts his head side to side. “most of it at least.”

Your brain exploded with questions. All of them were out of curiosity. There was no fear or overwhelming nature to any of them. 

“Okay… So the whole heaven and hell thing. That’s real?”

 Lucifer spent the next half hour patiently listening to all of your questions and answering them the best he could while the two of you ate. He got more and more comfortable the more he talked about it and saw that you were accepting them, accepting him.

“So what does all of this have to do with the scars on your back?” Your voice was a bit softer, knowing that this wasn’t going to be the easiest thing for him to answer. Lucifer’s change in demeanor said that you were right. 

“The short version? I had wings. But when I left Hell and came here, I wanted to leave that all behind. So I…” He shifted in his seat, slightly rolling his left shoulder as if he still felt the weight of his wings, “I cut them off.”

You really weren’t sure how to respond. You understood the reasoning behind it, but you had no idea what that felt like. You had no way to relate to it or know how to try and help Lucifer feel better about the situation. All you could do was softly say, “I’m sorry.” Which got a chuckle out of Lucifer.

“Why in the world are you apologizing, dear? It's not like you had any part in it.”

“I know, but I just can’t imagine all of the frustration and sadness that went into a choice so painful.”

Lucifer knew how empathetic you could be, it was one of the reasons you were so appealing to him. You fell silent as you drank the last of your drink, Lucifer turned to completely face you.

“ I will say that you’re not reacting quite like how I thought you would. Usually when people find out about celestial beings being real, they go insane or end up too overwhelmed to handle it. But you. You are very... quiet.” 

Lucifer needed to know how you felt about him and his true self. He was preparing himself for heartbreak, for you to get up, say something along the lines of “this is too much,” and then leave him.

Before he could think more negative thoughts, you spoke up.

“I’m just trying to fully absorb that God and angels and demons are real and that I’m actually in love with the Devil. It may take awhile, bu--”

“So you do still love me?” You meet Lucifer’s eyes. He looks so hopeful and shocked, but still too cautious and nervous to let himself feel the happiness of what you just said. You turn to face him completely now, taking his once red head in yours. 

“Yes. It's going to take a hot minute to really solidify all of this new stuff in my brain. And I’m definitely going to still be surprised if you ever go all demon eyes on me. But yes. I love you, Lucifer Morningstar.”

A very shuddered exhale leaves the now thankful smile on his face. You stand up and close the distance between the two of you, standing between his legs as he sits on the bar stool. He doesn’t wrap his arms around your waist until yours are around his neck. He is gentle with his embrace, burying his head in your neck. You can feel a tear or two hit the sensitive skin by your collar bone. 

You both stay like this for a minute or two. When you pull away a little bit, you take his face in both of your hands and lean in for a gentle kiss. Lucifer pulls you in closer, needed to feel all of this as validation. Letting it sink in that you do truly accept and love him for him.

You’re the one to break away one Lucifer seemed to relax and slowly go back to being his normal self. You sit back down and reach for the bottle on the counter, but Lucifer is already pouring you another drink. Smiling, you take the last bite of food that you have on your plate as a silent laugh leaves your nostrils. Lucifer notices.

“Laughing at my vulnerability now are we?”

“Oh god no! I just thought of one more question.”

“For now.”

“Yes, for now. I’m sure there will be others that pop into my head as time goes on.”

“Alright, what is your question?”

“Did it hurt?” You tried to be serious. Lucifer’s expression changed as if to say “isn’t it obvious?”

“What? When I cut off my wings? Yes! It's as if you were cutting off your arms, but a bit smaller, and on--.”

“No, no-- Not that, although that sounds awful. I meant…” You lean in a bit, Lucifer’s brow raises. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” 

You had lost it. Your uncontrollable laughter echoed through the penthouse, and while the noise made Lucifer’s heart happy, he groaned in annoyance at the awful pickup line. He put his head in one hand, pointing the other to the elevator on the other side of the room.

“Get out.”

You knew he didn’t mean it, but you played along and stood up. Before you could get to paces away, a familiar hand grabbed yours and pulled you back towards him. You found your place between his legs, both your hands and his automatically find their familiar places, as if nothing had changed. 

Lucifer pulled you in closer and flashed his red eyes, making you jerk in his grasp. You both laughed and you lightly smacked his shoulder. 

“Rude.” 

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that Karen could attempt to protect herself if someone tried to jump her, but if there was more than one attacker, you feared for her. And when you lost sight of her in a small alleyway, you to jumped into action.

You quietly landed on a fire escape in the alley, getting a clearer view of Karen. She had the pepper spray you’d gotten her a few months ago in hand. Good girl, Karen.

“Hey, lady. Why don’t you come on over here and we can have some fun.” Some creep tried to get Karen’s attention, but she ignored him and kept walking, her grip tightening on the pepper spray. Her grip becoming tighter still when another man stepped in front of her.

“Hey. My buddy over there was talkin’ to yous.” Karen stood her ground and tried her best not to look scared. “It's very rude to not answer someone when theys is talkin’ to yous.”

Not moving an inch, Karen took a breath.

“Just let me through.” She couldn’t see it, but another two men came up the alley behind her. You stealthily slunk down the fire escape until you were hidden in the shadows behind the men.

“Hoo-hoo… Looks like we best teach this bitch some manners. Ain’t that right boys?” The second man gestured to the other three that were surrounding Karen. She was too frozen to move.

Time to make my entrance, I guess.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You made your voice deeper, not only to sound more menacing, but to also attempt to keep your true identity a secret from Karen.

“Who the hell are yo-” one of them men start to ask. But then you see the familiar baton wrapped around his neck followed by an equally familiar voice.

“Karen. Get out of here.” She nodded and ran off, probably to her place.

You didn’t waste any time before fighting the two assholes closest to you. They came at you at the same time, brandishing knives. With one swift motion, you brought out your claws and started dodging attacks. You jumped behind one of the idiots and kicked him into the trash bags and brick wall to your right, making it, at least temporarily, a one-on-one fight.

You jumped over the second man as he lunged at you, scratching your claws down his back as you landed. His scream of pain was music to your ears but a warning to Daredevil. You pulled your pistol from your leg holster and got ready to put a bullet in the back of the man’s head. But of course, Daredevil didn’t like that. His baton snapped at your wrist, sending a wave of pain through your arm. You looked to your side as the baton retracted back to its owner.

“What the fuck?!”

“No killing” was all he said before he landed a knockout blow to his opponent’s skull.

All you could do was scoff before your attacker got back to his feet and swung at you. You just slipped out of the way, and socked him in the back of the head, causing him to crumble to the ground. But as the idiot fell, his knife grazed your side, leaving a sizeable cut. It wasn’t deep or deadly, but it still stung like a bitch.

You looked behind you to see that the first guy you’d taken care of was still knocked out from smashing into the brick earlier. Facing Daredevil again, you saw him land his final punch as well. He wasted no time and stormed over to you.

“Why were you following her?”

“I was just--”

“What do you want with her?”

“If you would just--”

“Who are you?!”

“Would you let me get one fucking word in, Matthew?!” Everything went silent after you said that. You were careful to not say it loudly incase anyone else heard, you’d just whispered it, but it had been loud enough for him to hear you. No use in altering your voice now. You pulled your mask down and took a breath before speaking in your normal voice so it was easier for Matthew to understand you.

“I won’t use your real name again. I just needed to get you to shut the fuck up.” He was quiet. You couldn’t get a clear read on how he was feeling. He’d just found out that his own sister was a vigilante. You turned to pick up your pistol that he’d knocked out of your grasp earlier as you spoke. “I know you probably have a lot of questions. Just let me--”

“Who else knows?”

You paused. That wasn’t the question you expected.

“About you? Or about me?

“You.”

“Two people.”

“Who? And why was I not a part of the group that knew before now?”

“My ex and my boyfriend both know. I didn’t tell you, because I knew how you’d react: by telling me to not do this, that it's ‘too dangerous’, and then go on and on about things I’d already considered before taking up this gig.” Matt scoffed and adjusted his stance, crossing his arms, clearly upset.

“First of all, we are going to have to discuss this ‘boyfriend’ when we go back to our normal lives. Second, why does your ex know?” You looked down on the ground, knowing how bad your brother was going to react to the fact that your ex was one of your victims.

“Well… Cerberus may or may not have visited him about 8 months ago and--” You saw him lean his head back to the sky and let out an aggravated sigh. He rubbed his hand down the lower half of his face and he turned back in your direction.

“(Y/N/N). You didn’t.”

“You’re partially right.” You moved towards a large steel commercial trash can and sat on top of it. “I didn’t do anything.” You paused. Matthew looked at you and tilted his head, knowing you had more to say. “But Cerberus may or may not have been the one to put a bullet in his head.”

“Jesus, (Y/N)...”

“Wow. Not very Catholic of you to use His name in vain--”

“This is not the time for jokes, (Y/N). What you’re doing is going to catch up to you and bite you in the ass. You--”

“Oh, like you’re safe from all of the consequences?!” You couldn’t help but get angry at him; he had no right to be this hypocritical. “You’ve been doing this longer than I have. You have much more on the line if and when they find out who you really are. What the fuck is gonna happen when Karen and Foggy find out? You ever think about that?”

Matthew lowered his gaze a bit and started to speak, but you could tell what he was about to say just from his demeanor.

“About that. They--”

“Oh my god… They already know, don’t they?” You started at your brother with a look of pure hurt and anger that he couldn’t see but he could sense.

“Look, I just--”

You hopped off the lid of the garbage can and started to walk back towards the fire escape you’d climbed down earlier, pulling your mask back up as you did.

“(Y/N/N), wait. I--”

“No. I am not going to sit here and listen to a story about how my brother fucking told his co-workers about his double life before he told his own fuckin’ sister. I’m not going talk to you out in the open about things that should only be discussed behind locked doors.” You took a deep breath to try to regain some composure. “I’ll come by your place tomorrow and we can talk then and there.”

You turned and climbed up the first set of ladders before you stopped and looked back to Matthew. You prepared for the backlash you were gonna get for saying the next bit.

“Also, I’m doing a pretty fuckin’ good job at keeping my identity a secret thanks to my boyfriend. Frank really knows his shit when it comes to stuff like this.”

And with that, you’re back across the rooftops of Hell’s Kitchen, heading home in a wave of anger. Matthew called the NYPD about the thugs in the alley before he headed home.

What neither of you saw or heard was the man hiding at the end of the alley with a camera. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. With his thick Australian accent, he spoke quietly.

“I may have just found a way to get to the Frank Castle and the Daredevil...”

~~~~~~~~

Thankfully you had the day off from work the next day. Not only did you have to play it safe cause of the bandages wrapped around your torso from the knife slice, but you also had a wrist brace on thanks to Matthew’s stupid fucking baton.

Matthew.

You’d told him you would head over and talk that night. But first, you were trying to enjoy your day off,  getting ready for lunch with a girl friend of yours. As you were getting your purse together, Frank walked through the door.

“Sweetheart?” he called through apartment, he sounded like he was in one piece, thank god.

“I’m in here,” you called back. Moments later you saw him in the doorway of your bedroom, he was looking good. Even though it seemed like he always had a bruise or a cut somewhere, he was Frank and he was alive. That’s all you could ask for.

“Where you off to today?”

“I’m meeting Allie at that cafe off of 52nd and 9th. We’ve both been so busy, and have been meaning to catch up for a few weeks now.” Frank just nodded and looked as if he was thinking. “I also won’t be here for dinner. Some shit hit the fan, and I gotta go talk to my brother tonight.”

Frank knew your brother was Matthew Murdock, but he didn’t know that he was also Daredevil (or Red as he liked to call him.) So hearing that you had to go to a lawyer, even if he was family, put him on edge.

“What do you mean ‘shit hit the fan’?” You walked towards him and took his hand.

“It’s just... family stuff. Can’t really go into specifics right now.” You gave his hand a light squeeze and then checked your watch. “Oh shit. I’m gonna be late if I don’t head out now.” You turned back and grabbed your purse.

“You’re comin’ home after dinner though, right?” You walked up to him and put a soft hand over his cheek, looking him dead in the eye.

“That’s the plan.” You smiled at him and saw him smile back. It wasn’t a big, goofy smile like yours, just a small side smirk, but you were the only person who could get any sort of smile out of him; it made you feel special. Frank leaned down and kissed you before walking you to the front door.

“Keep me updated, yeah?”

Frank would never admit it, but he did worry about you whenever you weren’t with him, even more so when he knew you were walking around the city alone. Yeah, you’re Cerberus, but when you didn’t have your claws or anything, you could be vulnerable too.

“Will do. Love ya’!”

And with that, you were off.

~~~~~~~~

Lunch was exactly what you’d needed. Allie was one of those friends that made other troubles seem to drift away for some time. Your lunch ended up being lunch and a walk around the park. It was a much needed escape.

You walked with Allie back to her place and then started walking to Matthew’s. If he wasn’t there, you would just start cooking something for dinner there. You’d gotten about halfway there and decided to text both of the boys. Frank first, since he was probably more worried than Matt.

(Y/N) - “Hey, babe. Lunch w/ Allie went great. Heading to Matt’s now. No stalking. Be careful tonight. Love you.”

Then you sent a quick “On my way” to Matthew, knowing his phone would read the message out loud to him when he opened it.

It was still light outside while you were walking, so it seemed safe enough to take a shortcut through an alleyway. You had gone through it multiple times in the past and ended up okay. But apparently it was a week of unusual occurrences.

You heard someone large come up behind you. Your instincts kicked in and you quickly slid to the side as a metal baseball bat wooshed by next to you, making a metallic clang as it smashed into the cement. Turning and staring at the man, you tried to remember if you had ever seen him before.

He was a six foot tall, muscular man with a scar running down his cheek and neck. His jet black hair was slicked back, and he wore a typical white collar, New Yorker outfit. But you had never interacted with him. So why the fuck was he swinging a metal baseball bat at you?

The man didn’t hesitate to swing at you again, and again, getting more and more angry as you dodged each attempt. You didn’t have any of your usual weapons with you, and your wrist was in a brace, but you fought as best you could.

One of this swings hit a metal pipe along the alley wall, causing an unpleasant vibration to go through the metal bat and into his hand. The man dropped the bat and recoiled, giving you a chance. You quickly picked up the bat and got a few good whacks at him. One in the gut and one in the middle of his back.

“Fucking bitch!” the man growled as he grabbed your ankle and pulled, causing you to land flat on your back.

The wind was knocked out of you, and you didn’t have enough time to get up before a meaty fist smashed into the left side of your face, and a knee was forced into your stomach. Your ears were ringing too much to hear what the douchebag was saying. All you could see was a cloth getting closer and closer to covering your airways. As he put a cell phone to his ear, you blacked out.

“I got her, boss. 47th and 9th.”

“Red, why were you callin’ (Y/N)?” He took another step closer.

“Look, I know you two are together and I--” Frank took two more quick steps closer, within seven feet of Matthew, gun aimed right at his head.

“Doesn’t answer my question. Why the fuck were you calling her?”

Matthew had to think quickly. Either tell Frank about his relationship to you and get him to help find you, or try to run and find you by himself.

“Answer me, Red!”

“Alright! Alright! Just… Lower the gun.”

Frank took a beat before slowly lowering his gun, but he kept it nearby and ready incase shit hit the fan. Matthew could hear the gun brush up against Frank’s leg as he lowered it. He turned to face Frank and took a breath.

“If I tell you, it stays between us. Not just for my sake, but for (Y/N)’s.”

Frank adjusted his stance and nodded. Matthew heard him sigh out through his nose and took that as a gesture to proceed. Matthew raised his hands up to show he meant to harm and closed the gap between the two men for that he was only a couple feet away so he could softly say what he had to say.

“I’m (Y/N)’s brother.”

        Frank was taken aback. He took a few steps away and began to pace a bit. He was trying to comprehend that small, but important sentence.

        “Wait… You’re-“

        “Yes, and I’d rather you not say it out loud in case someone is listening. Like I said, not only could my life be effected, but so could (Y/N)’s.”

        Frank had other questions, like how the fuck he was able to be Daredevil while being blind as fuck, or how the fuck he got away with this shit. But those questions could wait. He was too worried about you.

        “She was supposed to be going to your place to talk about ‘family things.’ So why were you calling her?”

        “She never came by. She told me she was on her way, but that was now 4 hours ago. I tried calling her, but it went to voicemail. I’ve spent the past hour looking for her.”

        “She hasn’t answered my calls either.” Matthew could hear Frank’s heartbeat getting faster the more he thought about the situation. “You know about her pal, Cereberus, yeah?”

        Matthew nodded. “We ran into each other last night. That’s the ‘family things’ we were that we were going to talk about.”

        “Well, she doesn’t have her claws. Had a wrist brace on and couldn’t use them. They’re back at the apartment.” Now Matthew’s heart was going faster. It was one thing if something happened to you and you had the ability to fight back, but not having the claws meant that anything could have happened to you.

        “Did she say she was doing anything before she was supposed to stop at my place?”

“Lunch with a girlfriend. Allie. Small café on 52nd and 9th. She told me not to follow her.” Frank took a step away, looked down, and ran his hand through his hair. “The one fucking time I actually listen, this shit happens.”

“Alright. We’ll get her back. We just gotta think of how,” Matt was saying, not only to try to help Frank out, but help quiet his worries as well. “I’m assuming we both have checked the café?”

Frank just nodded. The boys wracked their brains for any other sort of clue or way to find you. Frank takes out his phone and suddenly his mind clicks. Lieberman.

“I’m a fucking dumbass.”

“What? What happened?”

“Her phone.”

“What about her phone?”

“It rang a couple times before it went to voicemail.”

“Yeah, same when I called her.”

“That means that her phone is still on. I know a guy that can help us.”

Frank called a man named Micro and told him to meet them both at a diner across town. The boys hopped in Frank’s van and sped to their rendezvous point as fast as he could. Frank told Matthew to wait for him across the street from an old diner while he talked to his guy. It took a few minutes, but Micro was able to use his computer and find your phone. It wasn’t far from where they were. Frank got the location and ran back to meet back up with Red.

“Well? Did your guy pull through?”

“Yeah. Her phone is by that abandoned building on 48th and Jefferson.”

Matt started heading back to the van so they could finally go find you, but didn’t hear Frank following. Frank was staring at the diner. It wasn’t too visually appealing, but it was one of his favorites in town. Matt walked back towards Frank and heard him controlling his breathing more than usual.

“You okay, Frank?”

“Hm? Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. It’s just… Uh… (Y/N/N) and I had our first real conversation here. I was searchin’ for a guy on my list, but she beat me and took care of him. Abusive ex of hers apparently.”

“Quinten?”

“Yeah. That asshole. I always thought that was a douche-y name.” Frank then turned and headed towards the van, Matt not far behind.

Thanks to Frank’s driving, it didn’t take too long to get to the address that Micro gave the boys. The only problem was that building itself was about 20 stories tall and it had 2 basement levels.

Matthew knew that the situation was serious, but arriving at the building, and not being able to hear much of anything going on inside made him even more worried. You were his little sister, the only real family he had left. Knowing that you were in trouble crushed him, add in the fact that he had no idea what kind of condition you were in or who the heck even took you? Matt was a mess inside. But he had to keep it together; he was not going to lose you. Not today. Not like this.

“Can you hear anything?” Frank looked to Matt and hoped for the best. “I don’t know how far out your messed up senses work.”

“No, I don’t hear anything specific from here.” Frank could tell Matthew was more tense.

“Alright. So here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna start from the basement levels and work my way up. You start at the roof and work your way down. If you hear something or if I find anything, we call each other, yeah?”

Matthew couldn’t even muster up a “yes.” He just nodded his head once and started to head into the building. He only got a few steps before Frank caught up and stopped him.

“Hey, Red.”

“Yeah?”

“I know you and I don’t see eye-to-eye a lot. And I know our ways of fighting don’t exactly match up. But I—“

“Let’s just get (Y/N/N) back. I don’t care how. My only rule right now is do not hurt my little sister.”

“I don’t plan on that. Here or in the future.”

“Good.”

“Alright. Let’s go.”

Matt nodded again and headed to the roof while Frank began his descent. Both men going in with one mission in mind: you.

~~~~~~~~

From that moment on, you were punched, slapped, kicked, and whacked by the biggest lackey in the room, Charlie. After the first half hour of beatings, you couldn’t help but cry and yell out in pain. You tried your hardest to not seem weak, but the pain was unbearable. You just tried to keep faith that your boys would find you. They were some of the best vigilantes in Hell's Kitchen. You just had to survive long enough.

Apparently Jeremy was getting impatient. He yelled from off to the right as Charlie prepared himself for his boss’s next order.

“Tell me where the fuck they are!” You still didn’t speak. It was definitely harder to keep your body or your breathing still, but you stayed silent. You kept staring at the wall ahead of you, thinking of happier thoughts; of hanging out with your brother or being with Frank. Anything to mentally take you away from this fucked up room surrounded by idiots.

Another one of Charlie’s meaty fists collided with the left side of your face, causing you to let out an involuntary screech. You could feel it getting harder to breathe. Before you could recover in any small way, you felt the now familiar feeling of a metal bat whack against your core. You couldn’t hold back the tears that were now freely flowing. The pain was too much, all you could do was sob.

“We can do this all night, babes.” Jeremy swung the bat again, but he masterfully stopped the bat before he actually hit your face instead of your core. An uncontrolled scream burst through your chest as you moved your head as far away as you could. “Or you could just tell me where the fuck the Devil and Punisher are, and we’d be right as roses.”

“I don’t know where they are! Please! I don’t know! I don’t know... ”

That answer didn’t please Jeremy. Instead, he got even closer to you and began to threaten you up close and personal. You couldn’t pay attention to what he said. All you thought about was how much your next move was going to hurt.

You leaned your head back and smashed your forehead against his nose. Your ears were ringing impossibly loud and you were starting to get tunnel vision, but you couldn’t let yourself fade out right now. You watched as Jeremy fell back on his ass and check how bad his nose was bleeding. If you were in a better position, you would have been proud of yourself.

As your vision was clearing up, you saw Jeremy coming back towards you, but this time he was equipped with a butterfly knife. Fear overcame you like a tsunami. That little stunt you pulled could have just cost you your life. It just depended on how desperate Jeremy was for information.

A scream of true fear escaped you as he got closer. Then from seemingly out of nowhere, one of the other goons came up and stuffed a cloth in your mouth. You kept screaming though. You had to hope that Frank and Matt were close, hope that Matt’s weird hearing could pick up even a whisper of what you were able to get out.

Jeremy didn’t hesitate to slash your right arm before pressing the knife against your cheekbone.

“One last chance, bitch. Tell me where the fuck they are or I swear I’ll--”

Before Jeremy could finish, the door on the opposite end of the room was busted down and gunshots filled the air. As Jeremy attempted to get to a hiding spot, he dug the knife into your thigh, leaving it standing upright. The pain overwhelmed you and you felt yourself fading in and out of consciousness as you let out another involuntary scream.

You heard all of the commotion going on in the room. Mostly gunshots and a lot of groaning in pain. There was also a familiar battle cry: Frank’s. You felt the rope around your ankles loosening, and the exasperated voice of your brother. With what little strength you had left, you tried to speak.

“M-m-matty…? F-frank…?

“(Y/N)! Thank Christ! Yes! We’re here! We got you! We’re gonna go home and get you patched up, alright?” You tried to nod but ended up just breathing a solid breath of understanding towards your brother. “You just gotta stay with me! C’mon! Stay here!”

You were struggling to stay in the moment, but you did your damndest. Then you slowly turned your head to face the directions of the gunshots. Your vision was blurry, but you were able to make out a familiar figure in all black with a white skull on his vest, and a large gun in his hands. A congenial voice accompanied that figure.

“Listen to him, sweetheart! It’s gonna hurt like hell, but you gotta stay with us! Just make it home and we’ll be there waiting!”

Your head rolled back towards Matthew. Whatever he said was lost as you were lifted in his arms at a painful price. You couldn’t control the scream that came out of you before you passed out and lost all control.

As Frank took care of the first few men, Matt made his way closer to you. You were tied to a chair near the back wall of the room. He could smell the blood from wherever the man had just cut you. He started fighting with two of the men nearest to you. Quickly disarming them, it became a 2-on-1 fist fight.

The taller of the two men charged at Matthew and pushed him into the wall, but he wasted no time recovering and landing a kick to the man’s groin. As the man fell to his knees in pain, Matthew swiftly bashed his baton in the side of the man’s head, knocking him out cold. He had no time to reset as the other man tried to slash Matthew with a knife. Matthew heard it coming and easily dodged the attempt.

Before Matthew could do anything to counter further, a bullet flew through the man’s chest and he fell lifelessly to the ground. Matthew didn’t need to turn to figure out who’d shot that bullet.

“Get (Y/N) and get the fuck out of here!” Frank yelled from the other side of the room. Matthew nodded and moved toward the sound of your heartbeat. As he got closer, he got more and more worried about your injuries. He put a hand on your shoulder to orientate himself but didn’t feel you move to acknowledge him. He lifted his hand to your cheek and lightly tapped your face, your head going limp as he tried to move is gently.

“(Y/N)?! C’mon, (Y/N/N)! I know you’re not giving up right now!” Matthew tapped your face a couple more times before getting through the rope that was around your limbs. He could feel the blood around the ropes as well as the blood coming from a gash on your upper right arm. There was also a sizeable cut on your thigh that he felt as he was undoing the rope around your ankles.

Frank was making quick work out of your attackers, he was down to the last and most skilled two. One had managed to get a good punch to the side of Frank’s face, causing him to drop his gun and make him even angrier. With a loud battle cry, Frank tackled the idiot into the brick wall next to them and bashed the back of his skull against the grit behind him, leaving the man crumbling to the ground and making it a one-on-one finale.

Matthew was working on the last of the bonds when he heard you stir. Your head was down and slowly moved to the right towards the commotion that Frank was making.

“M-m-matty…? F-frank…?”

You were definitely fading in and out, but he was relieved that you were even partially conscious.

“(Y/N)! Thank Christ! Yes! We’re here! We got you! We’re gonna go home and get you patched up, alright?” You tried to nod but ended up just breathing a solid breath of understanding towards your brother. “You just gotta stay with me! C’mon! Stay here!”

Frank heard Matthew talking and looked up to see you looking at him, struggling to keep your eyes open. He tried to come over and help Matt with the last of it all, but a gunshot rang out and he quickly turned to punch the idiot in the face, making him stumble backwards a few feet.

“Listen to him, sweetheart! It’s gonna hurt like hell, but you gotta stay with us! Just make it home and we’ll be there waiting!” Frank then turned to finish the job.

Matthew didn’t wait for Frank to finish his battle, as soon as he had you completely untied and your wounds as stable as he could get them, he was out the door and headed to the van.

“Alright, hold on around my neck. You’re not gonna like me for this.”

Matthew guided your arms around his neck as he wiggled his underneath your legs. As soon as he started to pick you up, there was a guttural scream of pain that flowed from your chest before you started to go limp again.

Frank heard you and then saw the two of you rush out as the last of the attackers charged at him. Needless to say, Frank made quick work of taking out the trash. He was in the van only a minute after Matthew had gotten in and secured you, rushing to the safest place they could think of: Matthew’s Apartment.