#savedaredevil

You've been Matt Murdock's best friend for years, and although you've always found it strange how he seems to get injured so frequently, you've never really thought much of it. Matt has always been a bit of a klutz, and he's a lawyer who spends a lot of time on his feet, so it's not entirely surprising that he occasionally gets bumps and bruises. But lately, his injuries have been getting more serious, and you can't help but worry about him.

Every time you ask Matt about his injuries, he dismisses you with a casual "it was an accident" or "these things happen y/n it's not a big deal." You've tried to press him for more information, but he always seems to dodge your questions. It's frustrating, but you care about Matt too much to push him too hard.

One day, you decide to stop by Matt's apartment unannounced. You're worried about him, and you want to check in on him. When he answers the door, he looks surprised but welcomes you inside. As you walk into the living room, you notice that Matt is shirtless and holding a bag of ice to his torso. You can't help but stare at the cuts and bruises all over his body.

"Matt, what happened?" you ask, your concern mounting.

Matt looks down at himself as if only just noticing his injuries. "Oh, this? It's nothing, just a little accident," he says with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Matt, this doesn't look like 'nothing' to me," you say firmly. "What's going on? Why do you keep getting hurt like this?"

Matt hesitates for a moment, and then he sighs. "Y/n, please. I can't tell you."

"Why not?" you demand, feeling frustrated and angry. "Why won't you trust me? I'm your best friend, Matt. Don't you think I deserve to know what's going on?"

Matt looks away, his jaw clenched. "It's complicated," he says finally.

"Complicated how?" you press. "Is it something dangerous? Is someone hurting you?"

Matt hesitates again, and then he shakes his head. "No, it's not like that," he says, his voice softening a little. "I just... I can't explain it right now. Please, y/n. Just trust me."

But you're not willing to let it go. You're tired of being kept in the dark, and you're worried about your friend. "No, Matt," you say firmly. "I can't just trust you blindly. I need to know what's going on. If you won't tell me, then I'll have to figure it out myself."

Matt looks at you, his expression pained. You can tell he's struggling with something, and it breaks your heart. Finally, he takes a deep breath and looks at you again.

"Okay, fine," he says, his voice rough. "I'll tell you. But you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone. Not even Foggy."

You nod eagerly, feeling a sense of relief. "I promise, Matt," you say. "I won't tell anyone."

And then Matt tells you about his alter ego, Daredevil. He tells you about the danger he faces every day, and the injuries he sustains in the course of his crime-fighting. You're stunned, but also proud of Matt for being such a brave and selfless hero.

"Matt, why didn't you tell me before?" you ask, feeling hurt.

"I didn't want to put you in danger," he says, his voice low. "And I didn't want you to worry about me. But I couldn't keep it from you forever. You deserve to know the truth."

You nod slowly, feeling a mix of emotions. "I understand," you say. "And I'm glad you told me. But please, Matt. Be careful. I don't want to see you get hurt anymore."

"I'll do my best," he says, giving you a small smile. "And thank you, y/n. For understanding."

After Matt opens up to you about his secret identity as Daredevil, the two of you settle into an easy rhythm of conversation. You joke around with each other, teasing and bantering like you always have. But there's a new level of understanding between you now, and it makes everything feel just a little bit more intimate.

"So, does this mean I have to start calling you Daredevil now?" you ask, grinning.

Matt chuckles. "Only if you want to. I'm still the same guy, y/n. Just with a few extra bruises."

You nod, but then you can't resist taking a playful jab at him. "Well, at least now you have an excuse for bumping into things all the time."

Matt laughs, shaking his head. "Hey, I don't bump into things all the time. Just... some of the time."

You both laugh, and then Foggy chimes in. "You two should just start dating already," he says, rolling his eyes.

You and Matt both blush, but then Matt jumps in with a quip. "Sorry, Foggy. I'm already taken. My other girlfriend is justice."

You snort with laughter, and Foggy groans. "Ugh, you're both incorrigible."

There's a brief moment of silence, and then you can't resist making another blind joke. "Well, at least I know I don't have to worry about him checking out other girls."

Matt rolls his eyes, but he's grinning too. "Ha ha, very funny, y/n."

You all laugh again, and for a moment, everything feels light and easy. But then Matt's expression turns serious, and he looks at you with concern.

"Y/n, I mean it," he says. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me. If anything ever happens, promise me you'll stay away from the danger."

You nod, your own expression sobering. "I promise, Matt. But don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."