#queenofrain

New York was a chaotic city. Thousands of people trying to make the most out of the crazy circumstances their daily life offers. When you got pulled into this job a couple of years ago,  you never thought it would become a long-term gig. Now, you consider a number of remarkable people your friends - even family. And as you weren't one for the attention and spotlight, this type of mission was perfect.

Being undercover was fun- especially when the simple recon-mission was low risk.  The aim of your mission? To obtain the identity of the night vigilante who was gaining quite the reputation and the attention of your boss- Nick Fury.  He liked to keep tabs on people who could be useful on future operations, and he knew the Devil of Hell's Kitchen had a lot to offer. However, working night shifts on two questionable establishments to gather information was tiring.

One morning, you were picking your breakfast at the local cafe near your apartment when you stumbled onto a cane and nearly fell. You were running on 2 hours of sleep and had a meeting with Maria to talk about the progress on your mission that you did not notice the person behind you as you were trying to walk out. You purposely apologized as he assured you it was ok with a small smile.

After that encounter, you kept running into him at the cafe. One time, the two of you even sat down together and talked for a while. He told you he was a lawyer, and you told him about your jobs at the bar and club. You knew that you shouldn't get involved with him. You were on a mission- but his sweet smile and his charming jokes worked like magic on you.

At night you worked and listened carefully to the conversations of the no-so dangerous criminals that frequented the club. You read the articles on the devil's nightly adventures but you haven't pin-point who he was. In the meantime, you have gotten closer and closer with Matt- spending some of your free nights in his apartment, where he looked even more ethereal with the soft lights of the city.

It looked like you weren't in a rush to finish your assignment. It felt nice to play house after years of moving from mission after mission where your life could end at any given time. But you liked it here, you liked how soft Matt`s lips felt on your skin, how good he made you feel- whether it was on his bed, eating breakfast in the cafe talking about anything and everything, or having a drink with his friends at Josie's.

Hell's Kitchen will always surprise you, and weirdly enough, it started to feel like home- something you haven't felt in a long time. When you realized that your night shifts working have become a dead end, you started to take the long walks home in order to bump into the Devil of Hell's kitchen.

Then, after a couple of weeks- it happened. You were walking home when you listened to grunts and fighting, you ran following the sound, and right outside a warehouse was him. You tried to keep quiet, focused on watching the men fight. It was subtle, but you saw the man dressed in black turn to where you were just as another man grabbed you from your hair. You hold on to the man behind you as the devil knocks out the one he was punching.

As you felt a knife pressing near your ribs, you started fighting. After the bad guys were on the ground, you turned into Daredevil, who was checking if you were ok. Meanwhile, you were in complete silence. He thought the rapid beat of your heart was caused by the fight but your only thought was focused on the only visible part of his face and how you could recognize him in any light. A second later he knew that too. That´ll be a fun conversation.

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Hi! This is my second time posting something I wrote myself. I`ve been loving this Daredevil revival and I just love him! Is this part of my nightly thoughts before falling asleep?? Of course. Is it connected to my bucky piece? maybe.  haha English is not my first language so if there are some mistakes please let me know.

Coming home to James was the most blissful moment of each day. After dealing with so many people, running to different places and the never-ending noise of the world, the silence of being at your place was comforting. Living in a completely different country with a supersoldier in hiding was an experience that came out of nowhere, but it felt right.

Following a rough period in life, leaving your hometown, family and friends for a while seemed like the perfect remedy to start moving on with your life. Changes have been difficult, and time waits for no one. Even if the sweet voice that sings says that no matter where you go, you take yourself and with that, all your thoughts, anxiety and apprehensions; you took the risk.

You got a simple and small apartment near a charming park that every couple of days hosted the farmer´s market where you would find food that reminded you of your other home. During one of your trips there, you stumble with him. He lived in the same apartment building, just one story above. At first, he kept to himself, and so did you; only acknowledging each other with quick nods, fast waves and shy smiles.

Week after week, the two of you realised that every Saturday morning the two of you would go down the street at almost the same time to get the best fruits that the vendors could offer. Then, one sunny day while walking back home, you asked him if he would like to come by for lunch as you would be making some of your favourite comfort food from your country, and you didn`t want to eat alone. At first, you thought he wouldn`t show up and just as you were taking the tray from the oven, you heard a quiet knock on your door.

Those moments felt safe and secured inside your heart, knowing that after work he will be home waiting with one of his favourite meals or ready to watch a movie. Until one afternoon, when you turn around in the corner of your apartment and you saw him jump from a high window into another building, and running as fast as he could while someone in a black suit followed him with furious determination.

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Hi ! This is my first time writing anything. I don’t know if someone would ever read it or like it but I wanted to share it anyway. It’s very short and English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistake.