#thefearlessdevil

their’s is a dance all too familiar that comes with it an ache.  silent footsteps in darkened shadows -- alleyways and rooftops and spaces in the in-between of all things -- less innocent than children on the school yard playing tag, but apt enough.  there are perhaps two people beyond herself she would recognize at the smallest give, and he is, without question, one of them.

“Matt? Oh, darling!” Wanda had been living in Hell’s Kitchen for a while now. As the Avengers became something more off duty, she had accepted Matt’s offering to come and be his assistant. Things escalated from there, and now, they were living together in his flat, and Wanda had occasionally taken his vigilante job, only on days he was too beaten up like tonight.

“Oh, my god.” Wanda dropped the cloth that she was using to clean the kitchen before, and ran to the door. There was Matt, barely holding up, really beatened up. “Not again, when you’re going to settle down!” She reached for the first aid kit box and walked to the door, almost dragging him to the couch. 

“Matthew Murdock, how many times I’ll have to patch you up?”

“Just hooooolllllld that thought Hornhead. Appreciate the view in the meantime.” Felicia uttered using her claws to silently cut a hole in this glass window. Maybe she was looking to see if the way her suit clung to her body, as per usual, would end up being a distraction to him. Probably not, but who knows anymore? She wasn’t sure how this looked, but she knew what she was actually doing. Gathering some evidence.

Munday Questions!

6.  Who do you wish your Muse could interact with?

@the-fearless-devil

  “Correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t more traditional for the gentleman to initiate a date? I realize we have only just met and I don’t mean to come off as a prude, but I am old fashioned.”