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SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO? : CHAPTER FIVE

“Listen, don't take it so personally, okay? I don't like most people. He is in the vast majority.”

▸ summary: your curiosity leads you into joining a hunt ▸ characters: nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, (ft. steve harrington + dustin henderson) ▸ word count: 4,879 ▸ warnings: angst, mentions of stalking behavior, ▸ series masterlist

There were only the sounds of leaves crunching under the soles of heavy feet, and light murmuring voices the morning of Will Byers’ funeral. After finding his body in the quarry, it would seem Jonathan moved forward right away with the arrangements for the funeral.

All the attendees were slowly moving in a single file on the way down to the gravesite. Giving you the chance to take notice of the grassy pathway. So dull and colorless. Most likely from the changing weather, but you couldn’t help but frown at it for being so lifeless on a day like this. The sky didn’t seem to get the memo as it shined a blue over the sky, sun shining bright alongside it.

You were thankful for the large dark gray overcoat that your Aunt Claudia had given you. Not only were not expecting to go to a funeral anytime soon, but the people in Hawkins seemed to dress in a different type of consertive way. It wasn’t like you needed any more curious eyes on you.

Today it would be you who had the wandering eyes. All around there were different emotions going on. Starting with the Byers family, the man you assumed was Will’s father sat beside Jonathan, awkward while having a somber face. Jonathan looked as sad as you had seen him lately, and really, if you weren’t so upset about the photos you’d have spoken to him. But when you arrived earlier and got caught in his line of vision, you couldn’t help but turn away.

Joyce Byers had to be the saddest of them all. There was so much grief in her that she looked the most distant of this whole thing. A part of her apparently still held out hope he was alive. You could never understand that pain. And you wish to never go through it.

Before you stood your cousin and his two other friends. All dressed up with their attention focused on the ground before them. You would have felt more sorry for them, but ever since you had woken up this morning. There was an odd way Dustin had been acting. Not that Dustin ever acted normal, but in this case, he wasn’t the same grieving friend you had comforted the other night.

Still, after everything, you were ready to follow the group up back to the church to join the service in the rec room when you noticed two stragglers. Nancy and Jonathan had huddled close together before they both moved to duck down.

There’s a struggle to fight against what your curiosity wants to see and what your mind is telling you to do. But really, the inner nosiness that you try to hide comes out and you’re already sneaking up to where they’re hiding by the time you really register it.

“If we do see it..then what?”

“We kill it.”

Crossing your arms, you stepped forward, creating a loud enough step to jump scare the two of them. “Nancy Drew, what are you and creep doing over here all huddled together?” The nagging in your head to mind your own business for once was being heavily silenced by your curiosity. After what happened with Steve’s confrontation and the camera, you were sure that these two wouldn’t be around each other.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Nancy started, climbing up from the floor. Jonathan looked red in the face, as he patted down the fallen leaves from the back of his pants.

“You mean you two weren’t hiding from everyone huddled to the ground talking about murdering something?”

Nancy winced a bit, looking over at Jonathan to help. All the pale boy could give her was a head shake. “She wouldn’t believe us..” he whispered. Giving her a look that she seemed to understand. But instead of agreeing with him, she pulled out a photograph from her coat pocket.

“We could use the help. And..I trust her.”

Leaning forward, you notice the photo in her hand to be a black and white picture taken from the night of the party. Only the thing in the image was contorted and unnatural. “What the hell am I looking at?”

“Well, it all started when I went to Steve’s house yesterday...”

The story ended up sounding more crazy than you had imagined. The very idea of a monster lurking around just didn’t seem possible. Not only was that insane, but the theory of the body you witnessed being buried possibly not even being the real Will Byers. It was all just too much.

“You know, as much as I’m sticking around. I feel this is insane.” you coughed, crossing your arms as you stood in front of the open car door. Nancy blinked over at you, brows furrowed as she looked at you hopefully.

“It’s the best evidence we have..I just want to make sure that I’ve checked out everything. Barb would want that.”

Eventually Jonathan found what he was looking for, causing Nancy’s eyes to widen as she looked at the object in hand. “Are you serious?” she gasped.

Turning your head over, you noticed him stuff a gun into his coat pocket. Making you cover the front of your eyes. “We’re in deep shit now.” you muttered. Jonathan peeked out to look over at the two of you exasperated.

“What? You guys want to find this thing and take another photo? Yell at it?”

You stepped out of the way once he was finished grabbing what he needed, moving over to stand between them as you tried to keep down the anxiety that was building back up.

“This is a terrible idea.”

“Yeah, I think I’m with Wheeler on this.” you winced, trying not to stare at the pack of bullets he was trying to stuff in his coat. There were so many problems with what you were getting yourself into.

“What? You guys can try to tell someone but they’re not gonna believe either of you. You know that.”

Fixing up the scarf around your neck, you shook your head at his words. “We have photographic evidence. It’s not like some highschooler can just make this up. Isn’t Nancy considered a good kid? Won’t they believe her?”

Jonathan scoffed a bit at that. “No one believes the kids in this town because they don’t want to. Regardless of who’s trying to talk.” Turning to face you, he reached out to show you the photo again. “This thing might have taken Will and Barb. If you want to back out of this, then we get it. But if you want to help stop this thing from taking someone like Dustin or..even yourself, then help us.”

Turning to look between you and Nancy, his lips pressed together before he threw his hands up a bit. “There’s not much else we can do. Again, no one would believe us.”

“Your Mom would.” Nancy pointed out.

“She’s been through enough.”

“She deserves to know.”

“Yeah, and I’ll tell her..when this thing is dead.”

For a second you felt almost awkward like your first time meeting Nancy. Something about the two of them talking had this unspoken chemistry. You weren’t sure either noticed, but it was enough to have you reeling back a bit. Jonathan for whatever reason, seemed to bring out this side of Nancy that you couldn’t quite place.

Perhaps it was their shared motivation for getting this thing down. Or something else you weren’t aware of, but it was easy to make you feel like a third wheel.

“If I stay.” you coughed out, snatching up the paper to stare at the beast again. “I’m not killing whatever this creepy thing is in my Gucci shoes. So, we’re gonna have to recon.”

Jonathan nodded, leading you both back towards the church parking lot. “She’s right. We’ll meet up in the woods around Steve’s house. From then on, we search until we find the thing.”

“And then?” you sighed. Nancy breathed heavily through her nose, looking over at the two of you.

“We kill it.”

There were many moments in your life where you knew you had to dress a certain way. Even earlier that day you had on a better outfit for the funeral. But hunting down a vicious beast? Who even knew that would call for?

Many of your outfits were meant to be looked at and admired. Not for you to be prepared to run and fight. Still, you managed to dig up some older clothes from your last visit. What used to be an oversized sweater now well against your frame. An old pair of your Aunt’s boots were well enough for the hunt and luckily you managed to grab a pretty good corduroy jacket for the trip over.

You were fussing over how to manage your hair when the phone blared loudly. At first you were going to ignore it, most calls weren’t for you here anyway. That is until you remembered you recently did give your number out to a few of your new friends.

Rushing out of your room and into the living room, you grabbed hold of the phone. Pressing the cool plastic to your ear. “Henderson residence. What do you want?”

“Just take those old records off the shelf! I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself! Today's music ain't got the same soul! I like that old time rock and roll!”

“Is this Bob Seger?” you giggled into the receiver. “I swore only gave my number to a couple of friends.”

The sound of Steve’s chuckling picked up through the phone and you found yourself grinning hard. “Well, you did give it to your friends and a very enthusiastic impersonator.”

“Oh yeah, you’re great.” you drawled out, sitting down on the seat beside the phone. “Might have to book you for my Aunt’s birthday coming up.”

“I think I could squeeze that into my schedule. What do you think about a tour?”

“I think Steve Harrington being a pro basketball player and a good singer are a dangerous combination. You’ll kill all the ladies across the nation.”

The sound of his laughter picked up on the phone again. “I’m only looking to get the attention of just one.” For a second, you almost felt giddy at his words until you realized he must have been referring to Nancy. The fact that you were about to go hunting a monster with her made this even more awkward.

“Well, you should probably be serenading her instead of me on the phone.”

“I love to perform for everyone.”

Shaking your head, you take a glance at the time, frowning at how late you already were. As much as you liked entertaining Steve. Nancy and Jonathan couldn’t wait for you forever. Not when the sun was going to be going down soon. “Was there a particular reason for the call or were you really just hoping for a record deal.”

“I was actually hoping that the two of us could hang out tonight.”

“Really? Just us two?”

“Is that so strange?”

Rolling your eyes, you sighed loudly into the phone. “It’s strange that you’d rather hang out with me than with your girlfriend. And what about your friends?” There’s a beat of silence on the other end, before he speaks again.

“I did ask Nancy. She’s busy. And Tommy and Carol are on their date night. I’m supposed to meet up with them later.”

Something in your stomach didn’t like that answer at all. It was fair to say that you clearly were his back up choice in all this. Not that you had a right to be the first choice. You were after all just one of his newest friends. But you couldn’t help but still feel an ache in your stomach at the idea of being the last thought.

“As lovely as it is to know I’m your last resort, I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline.”

“Come on, I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Oh?” you mused. “And would I have received a call had Nancy or anyone else been free?”

“Duh, I wanted all of us to hang out. Do something normal for once.”

Normal. The word you had been so keen on being since the start of this mess. Unfortunately, you were well past normal at this point. Had Steve called this morning, you might have been able to avoid this. But you also wouldn’t be able to be part of the team to hopefully take this monster down. God, this town was messing with your damn head.

“Unfortunately, your highness, I’m all booked for the night.”

“There’s no way you can’t cancel and come see All the Right moves with me?”

It was more disappointing when you remember that it was a movie you had actually wanted to see. But something about leaving Nancy and Jonatha alone to fight off whatever was in that picture without any help didn’t sit right with you. Stupid morality kicked in at the worst times.

“Sorry, you’ll have to endure it alone.”

“Cold. But fine, I guess I’ll wait out for Tommy and Carol.”

Glancing at the clock, you notice that Steve has taken up too much of your time to get ready. You wouldn’t be able to find a weapon to take with you now. “Alright.” you sighed, getting up from your seat. “I’m sure you’ll figure out something to do in the meantime.”

“Get ready for my singing career?”

“Atta boy, sounds like an idea to me. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah sure, if you’re free.” he teased, having only a slightly hurt tone in his voice. You definitely were kicking yourself right now. “Bye, trouble.”

“Bye, Steve.” Hanging up, you stared down at the phone. Pleading with yourself to pick it back up and take Steve on the plans. You didn’t want to be involved with a crazy mess like monster hunting with two people you hardly knew. Steve wanted to hang out. Sure, it was because all his other options were busy. But-

The phone in front of you rang again and you nearly jumped back from its sudden noise. Reaching down, you curiously pick up the receiver and press it against your ear. “Hello?” you called out.

“Oh thank God it’s you!”

The worried voice of your cousin was enough to distract you from the disappointment of not having Steve be the one who called to try and convince you again.“Dustin, what’s wrong? I didn’t see you come home after the funeral.”

“Uh yeah, Mike convinced Lucas and I to go back home with him. We’ve been kinda talking about stuff.”

Curiosity sprang back in your chest again. Despite his words now, you couldn’t help but remember how odd he had been acting that morning. Even when they all lined up to bid the Byers’ family sympathetic words, he had been trying to hurry back to the Church for the reception.

“Uh huh. About what kind of stuff?” you asked carefully.

“You know, boy things, …uh science things.”

Dustin was proving to be a really bad conversationalist or a bad liar. And considering how he usually didn’t shut up, you went with the latter. “What the hell are you planning on doing today, Dustin?”

There was suddenly a lot of murmuring on his end, hushed voices trying to argue with each other as well what could be slapping noises before he spoke up again. “We’re not planning anything. Really, we’re going to just go outside and mess around with our..compasses. Yeah! We’re gonna see why our compasses are broken.”

Scrunching your face you can’t help but get confused by his words. “Why the hell would they be broken? They don’t run on batteries.”

“That’s what I said!” Again slapping could be heard again before he cleared his throat. “We’re just gonna be in Mike’s backyard testing out theories. Wanted to tell you and Mom in case it gets late.”

“Well I’m actually heading out myself so I guess I’ll leave a note for her..” The three of you were going to be around the wood area tonight and you couldn’t help but be thankful that at least Dustin would be safe at his friend’s house. “Dustin, do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Try and stay safe out there, ok?”

Something in your voice seemed to throw Dustin off because instead of answering back, he softly said your name. Almost with worry. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just promise me.”

“Alright, weirdo. We’ll be safe. I’ll see you later, okay?”

It wasn’t long till the call ended and you didn’t bother looking at the time as you quickly wrote out a note for your Aunt. There was no turning back on this, despite the feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you to do otherwise.

The part of the woods that Jonathan had told you guys to meet at, looked just as dead and ominous as the lawn of the church from earlier that morning. The borrowed boots pinched at the sides of your feet but you ignored the slight pain the moment you started to hear gunshots.

It wasn’t till you reached the source of the noise that you were shocked to find Nancy sending off a perfect shot against a can that had been lined up. For once the girl had a sense of fierceness over her. The gun definitely made her look cooler than the timid girl you’ve spoken to a couple of times.

“Shit, Nancy Drew. You’ve got aim!” you exclaimed, coming closer to the two.

Nancy blushed a bit, trying to take the compliment humbly before she picked the gun up again to aim at another can. With each new shot it would seem her confidence only grew. It was after she finished the round that Jonathan declared that you three should begin your search for the monster.

Nancy began to led the way into the woods, giving you a clear stepping path to follow her on. The uneven floor of the wood and piled leaves were making it a bit hard for you to walk, but any trips or hard steps were met with only a stoic face.

You weren’t going to be the girly girl who hated the woods and whined the whole time out there. Even though that’s what you really wanted to do.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” Jonathan muttered beside you. Making you almost jump at his sudden presence. You would have thought he’d join Nancy at her side. But from the way he fiddled around with the strap of his bag, he looked like he needed to talk.

“Well, you have me here now.”

He hummed at that, probably expecting a little more fight from you. But since you know what he’s about to bring up, you couldn’t help but be taken back again. The whole taking pictures of the party still didn’t sit right with you. Even if all the ones you were in weren’t anything scandalous, it still felt awful to know what he had done.

Jonathan glanced over at you, giving you a sad smile as he tried to mull over his words. “I didn’t mean to go that far the other day..I wasn’t planning on doing any of that. It just happened..I’m sorry.”

“You mean you didn’t realize after several photos of us how creepy it was to be doing that?”

His lips pursed together in a thin line and his knuckles gripped harder onto the bat at hand. “I don’t take photos for any particular reason. The whole thing caught my eye and I didn’t think of what could happen.”

“Were you ever going to be honest with me about it? That night you said you’d show me your photos. Were you really going to show me all of them?”

“Yeah, I mean, mostly the weird Barb one but yes. I love taking pictures, it didn’t matter the subject, I just didn’t think this one through. I wanted to purely just capture a moment. It was all just saying something to me.”

The memory of Steve breaking the camera came into mind and you couldn’t help but feel guilty for the action despite trying to stop it from happening. But it was all so embarrassing and invasive. You hated the idea of anyone making you feel something you did not give permission for them to do. The bitterness just seemed to grow in you about it.

“Did you really have to do it then and there? It was seriously the wrong time and place. Especially since you were supposedly looking out for Will.”

“And I was! I promise. Look, I know you of all people might not get it. But I see things differently when I take pictures of people. Things they normally wouldn’t see of themselves.”

“Yeah, like Nancy had no idea what she looked like with her shirt off.”

The two of you stopped in place at that. Having a standoff as you both stared hard at each other. For a second, you thought that he might fight about that, try and find a way to stick up for himself. Instead, he merely shook his head and looked down at the ground.

“I don’t have an excuse, I regret taking it.”

“Did you make sure she knew that?”

The two of you glance over to find Nancy had still continued on the path, unaware of your conversation at all. Nodding in her direction, you made the two of you follow her again. He’s gone quiet and you can’t help but want to go back to his previous comment. “What did you see when you took that photo of me and Steve?”

Strangely, Jonathan turned a bit bolder as he gave you a small smirk. His focus was still on the girl ahead as he replied back to you. “I saw two people who I don’t think really see each other as friends.”

“Yeah?” you scoffed, trying to control the rapid beating of your heart. “And just what exactly do we see each other as?” There wasn’t supposed to be any sort of clue of you liking Steve. It was only a crush and that’s all it was ever going to be, he liked Nancy and you were just getting over Bil-

“Can’t speak for Harrington, but you? It’s clear as day. Speaking from someone in my position,” His eyes quickly scanned over to Nancy again before he looked over to you. Making you cringe at the truth of his next words.

“It’s easy to say. You’re fucked.”

At some point during the walk, you and Nancy managed to switch positions, leaving you leading the walk as the other two staggered behind. The shorter girl must have had her own reservations about what happened yesterday as well because before you knew it, the two began to fight.

Poking and taunting one another for things you weren’t entirely too sure about. For one thing, you did not think he was pretentious, creepy yes, but he wasn’t entirely mean to you the first day there. The second, was Jonathan did not hold back his tongue as he basically tore her a new one.

As Jonathan brushed past you, grumbling to himself, you couldn’t help but look back at Nancy with sympathy. And even though you weren’t close and in any other world, you two wouldn’t be friends. You couldn’t help but walk over and give her a small smile.

“Boys suck.” you stated simply.

“They seriously, ridiculously, suck.” she groaned, trudging alongside you in the direction to where Jonathan went. “I mean, to go as far as to say that I’m going to end up exactly like my parents? How could he think that? How could he just- UGH.” Her hand pinched the bridge of her nose and you're thankful her focus isn’t on your face as you remember the type of person her Father was.

“He’s wrong for that, but..I don’t know. He’s kinda being a douche for making it seem like some people who do live that kinda life aren’t happy.”

Her eyes flickered to you, watching you curiously. “What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s like that feminism that’s so taboo to talk about.” When she didn’t seem to catch your meaning you went on. “On one hand, girls should be allowed awesome careers and lives that they choose. Change the ideology right?”

“Right.”

“So like, by that definition shouldn’t women also choose to have small careers and stay home if they want to? Doesn’t make it bad or anything, just different. The whole thing is that it’s their choice.”

Nancy seemed a little bit stunned, stopping in place as she became unsure of how to reply to that. A part of you became worried you might have said the wrong thing until she nodded her head finally. “You’re right, it’s not what’s gonna happen to me, but it’s fine if someone else does.”

“Exactly, people, especially men, should not tell us hot girls what’s good or bad for us, right?”

You gave her a small smirk, hoping now your words will help fix up her mood a bit. And when she gives you a small smile you take that as a win. Nancy going as far as to playfully nudge you as you two moved on again.

“So is that the kind of lifestyle you want to live?” she asked softly.

“Me? I don’t know, I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Would you live that way with the right guy?”

Your mind dangerously flickered to a certain boy that you knew you shouldn’t. Shaking your head, you quickly push that thought out.

“The only guy I’m willing to do all that for is the delicious Harrison Ford.”

Nancy chuckled a bit, shaking her head before you noticed a small smile on her face. “I’m not so sure I’d stick that out for Harrison Ford, even if he did look good in that Indiana Jones movie.”

“He doesn’t do it for you?”

Her head shook no before she leaned over towards your ear.

“Now, that Tom Cruise? I might have to reconsider.”

The search continued on into the night, making you realize then how tired and sore you were from the day. The woods continued to be empty, filled only with the sounds of trees creaking, leaves rustling from the wind and the occasional echo of an animal from down the treeline.

It all seemed to be a total bust until Nancy heard the sounds of a crying animal. Not just any regular animal, but a deer, bleeding out on the ground. The sight of the poor thing had you behind the two, squeezing your eyes shut as they approached the creature closely.

“It’s been hit by a car.” Nancy deduced. The fact that the three of you were far from the road side seemed to slip past your minds, because all you could focus on was the sound of the deer’s labored breathing.

“We can’t just leave it.”

The silence that follows has you nearly keening over with nausea. They’re going to have to put it out of its misery and you barely could stomach seeing the animal documentaries the schools showed the kids back in freshman year.

“I’ll do it.” Jonathan offered and you wanted to reach out and tell Nancy she should probably look away too but your eyes seemed to need to see the grizzly act as well. Making you watch in horror as he held up the gun to the animal.

Before he could take the shot, the animal is quickly dragged away, making the three of you set off in a calm panic as you try to track down the direction of where it went. Whatever that was had to be the monster you guys were looking for.

To your dismay, the three of you end up splitting up into different directions. Even with only just a flashlight as your only weapon, you grip onto the heavy item tightly as you scan around the area, eyes wide in hopes that it’ll help you catch anything that might be coming at you.

A snarling sound could be heard in the distance, making you gulp as you try to go to the source of the noise. The further down you step the more you realize you’ve sort of made a circle. A small panic creeped up on you when you remembered you didn’t know your way around the woods.

“Guys?!” you called out, looking around. “Hello?! Guys, I think I’m lost!”

There’s a faint noise, something that sounds like your name. Calling out for the two again, you’re met with only a small whisper from the trees. “Hey!” said a deep voice suddenly, Jonathan, who had managed to come up quietly, looked over at you with wide eyes.

“I’ve been screaming for you, where’s Nancy?” he asked urgently. Almost as if he was as anxious as you were.

Before you could give out an answer the panicked screaming of Nancy suddenly made the two of you jump. Together you rushed towards the direction of the noise, yelling out the girl's name again and again.

“Where the hell did she go?”

A/N: I just want to apologize for how long this has taken me! I don’t know why it’s hard to do these build up chapters but since I didn’t have this prewritten, it’s been kind of hard to write these out. Also, I had to set up a lot of things these past two chapters so it’s like semi filler and semi setting up for the plot. Either way, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks for reading!

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skyfallslayer · 2 years

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The Daughter of The (Dare)Devil - Story 4

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: A Series of stories revolving around the MCU timeline of Matt Murdock and his Daughter, Kaila. Being the child of a vigilante can be hard and scary at times, but it doesn’t mean she ain’t going to enjoy the most of it.

(Can be read as Y/N if you’d like)

Story Summary: He’s already confessed his fears, but sometimes talking it over with a love one is so much better than any priest.

Or, Matt has no choice but to spill his fears to Kaila who just desperately wants him to come home safe (Set during S1E8 & E9 "Shadows in The Glass” & “Speak of The Devil")

(Read the previous stories for a better understanding)

Date: 6/9

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 9811 (This is a long one y'all)

Warning: Very Fast Pace; Hints of Karedevil; Changing POVs (?); Lots of Blood; Traumatic Moments; Kaila having some Mommy Issues; Matt being a bit annoying (?); The Murdocks are bad at expressing their feeling; Slight Child Neglect; Guilt; Lying; Protective!Matt; Mini Panic Attacks; Angst, Like SO MUCH angst; A bit of fluff; Unhealthy dealings with stress; Talks about Murdering; Brief mention of religion; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

There are also Spanish translated with Google so it might be inaccurate. Just a heads up as well.

A/N: Also, I mention above that Kaila will be dealing with some Mommy Issues. Now, it may seem out of place in this story but it does have meaning, and will be a topic discuss later on in the series. So keep whatever she says in mind. :)

Thank you and enjoy!

Yet another sleepless night for the girl in the navy blue hoodie.

The young Murdock sat in one of the office’s chairs by the door, trying to not let her emotions show as she scrolled through her phone. It only got worse as she read more. The stories about her father’s night job got worse and worse, and even the people with their tin foil hats started crawling out of their caves. Biased sources, and people who just hated vigilantes in general (or any heroes for that matter) were there too, spewing nonsense that made her head spin. It was all getting a bit too much.

“Shit…” She whispers, scratching her forehead.

Dad, this is not good.

When she heard one of the office doors swing open, she quickly swiped to a new tab, away from the nail biting topics.

“Matt wouldn’t understand.” Karen said, coming out of Foggy’s office.

“That we’re awesome?” He replies, trailing behind with a piece of bagel in his mouth.

She scoffed. “No, that we’re being stupid.” She explains, tossing the folder down on a table.

“I prefer the term, ‘foolheartedly provocative’.”

“Yeah, that’s lawyer talk for stupid.” She points out while starting to make herself something hot to drink. “You want coffee?”

Foggy makes a face and shakes his head. “If we’re gonna be Nancy Drew-ing together, I think a certain level of honesty is required.”

Karen looked surprised. “What? You don’t like my coffee?”

“No, I hate it.” He says, making her gasp. “I appreciate the effort, but the technique, or lack thereof–”

She laughs, swiping the file from the table again and walks past him. “My god, you are such a dick.”

Kaila snorts, their conversation actually lifting her hopes up a bit. “It took you this long to figure that out, Miss Page?” She asks, making the woman laugh a little bit more.

“Hey! Who asked for your opinion, young lady?” Foggy said, pointing. “On occasion, Karen, some dickery may leak out, but doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”

“Well, it means something.” Karen replies.

“Okay, let’s say we keep Matt in the dark–” He begins, then faces the teenager again. “Sorry, Kaila.”

His apology was one of many he gave last night. Both him and Karen almost begged her to keep this quiet until they figure out how they're going to loop her father into this. Or in some cases/scenarios, to not loop him in at all. Kaila accepts these, but doesn’t think keeping her father in the dark about all this is right (especially when his nightly activities intertwine with them).

Foggy continues despite the unsettling look on her face. “How long do you think–” The door suddenly opens, and everyone’s room in the heart sinks. “I should grow my hair? Matt, what’s your take on that? Mullet? Full pony?”

“Holy shit. Did you fall down again?” Karen said, worriedly as she took in his bruised and bandaged face.

Kaila slides off her chair, heart pounding for a different reason now. “Dad?”

“I’m alright. It’s nothing.” Matt says, looking in her direction. He gives her a sad smile before placing his things against a wall. “Don’t tell me what?”

“Damn it!” Foggy cursed.

“You heard that?” Karen asked, shocked.

“Guy’s like a bat. Not blind like a… I mean, you know, with the hearing.”

“Bats aren’t blind, Foggy.” Matt says, his face becoming more business-like.

“They’re not?”

“It’s a myth.”

“If you really want to talk about great hearing, Moths supposedly have the best.” Kaila explains, using her school knowledge.

“So what, you’re dad’s mothman?” Foggy asked, actually intrigued. She shrugs. “Huh. So, we’re good, then?”

Kaila bit the inside of her cheek. Mentally slapping her Uncle on the head.

Damn it, Foggy. I was trying to steer you away from him. She watches her father turn on a bit of charm as he faces the other adult present in the room.

“Karen?” He says, almost sickening sweetly. She hums, trying to avoid eye contact in this trap. “What don’t the two of you want me to know?”

The blonde looks around, looking for an answer, or a way to get out of this. But the guilt only intensified when Foggy shook his head ‘No’.

She caved in.

“We’re investigating Union Allied.” Karen says, bowing her head.

“Remind me to keep you off the witness stand.” Foggy replies, sighing.

“You can’t be doing that.” Matt says, immediately.

“Why not?” Karen asked, defensively.

“For starters, you signed legal papers and took money to leave it alone.”

“No, I signed papers saying that I wouldn’t go public and I won’t.”

“We have someone lined up for that part.” Foggy chimes in.

Matt tilts his head, puzzled. “What part?” He asked, sensing the unnerving attention building up again.

“Breaking the story that, uh…” Karen sighs, realigning herself. “Look, whoever is behind Union Allied, or whatever they call themselves now, they are trying to strong-arm people like Elena so that they can sweep their homes away from them and build condos no one can afford–”

“And what do you think’s gonna happen when these ‘whoevers’ find out what it is you’re up to?” Matt asked, voice on the edge of irritation.

“We already took care of it.” Foggy replies, sensing this like everyone else.

“Took care of what?”

Karen bits her lip, shifting uncomfortably. “The… Uh, guys who busted up Elena’s apartment.” She says, feeling his surprised stare. “They, uh, came after me when I was leaving her place last night.”

His tense form slackened. “Are you okay?” Matt asked, concerned.

“Yes. Uh…” She gestures to her other friend. “Foggy was following me.”

He hums and faces his partner. “You were following–” His face dawned on realization. “Wait. You were following her?”

“Yeah.” Foggy says, with his hands.

“Last night?”

“Yes. Last night? When do you think?”

Matt frowns. “You were following Karen last night… with my daughter?” He heard everyone’s pulses pick up the pace, which was enough confirmation. “Oh my…” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Guys… Kai?”

Kaila stiffens. “Uh, well, we–”

“She had nothing to do with last night’s decision, okay?” Foggy cuts in, protectively. “That was all on me. If I had known we were going to get into some trouble I wouldn’t have dragged her along with me.”

“It’s not that, Foggy, but the fact that my child knows about some risky attempt at taking down a shady business before I do is what’s making me mad.” Matt explained his reasons. “I mean, what if this goes so much deeper than you expect, and now we all have targets on our backs? A school student has a target on her back with information she shouldn’t have.”

“Okay, then blame me, Matt. Blame me!” Karen says, guiltily. “Okay?! I’m sorry! I did not plan to get anyone involved. Especially her. It just kind of happened, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.”

Kaila saw the unshed tears in her eyes, making her come out of her trance. “Dad, just… forget about me for a minute.” She says, tugging on his jacket sleeve. “Just… Can you guys just talk it out? Please?”

It took him a minute to cave in as well. A very long, hard minute to get his senses straightened, and to not see completely red. But here we are.

He sighs. “Who else is involved? Who’s helping you break whatever it is you think you’re gonna find out?”

“Ben Urich, from the Bulletin.” Karen replies.

“The one who wrote the Union Allied piece?”

“Karen’s been working with. He seems like a good guy.” Foggy backs up.

Matt chuckles dryly. “Yeah, everybody does, until they aren’t.”

“No, I trust Ben as much as I do you or Foggy, Matt.” Karen says, truthfully. “I know what I am doing. I am not some kid–”

“Then don’t act like one. Both of you. I know you’re just trying to do the right thing here, but we have to be smart about this.”

“We?” Foggy asked, perking up with excitement.

“First rule, no more skulking around, asking to get hurt. We do this, it’s gonna be on our turf. The legal system.”

“That’s not nearly as heroic as you think.” Karen says, crossing her arms.

“I don’t want anyone to be a hero, Karen I want you to be safe. And I want to protect this firm and everything we’re trying to build here. We know the law. We’ll use it to our advantage. Agreed?”

“Do we have a choice?” Foggy asked, already knowing the answer.

“Not so much.” Matt replies.

Karen takes in a breath. “Yeah. Okay. So, what’s the second rule?”

Matt clenches his jaw. “I don’t know, I’m making this up as I go along.”

And with those words, he was now wrapped up even more in this dangerous web of destruction.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“This is pointless, Matt.” Foggy said as they were well into the night. The three adults were surrounding the table that was lined with paper and their electronic devices. “We should be out on the streets, cracking names and taking skulls.”

“I think you have that backwards.” Karen points out.

“Not the way I do it.”

Matt laughs. “Five minutes out there and you’d be in intensive care.”

“Hey, I handled myself pretty damn skippy against baldy and his tattooed gorilla. Tell him, K.” Foggy says, looking in her direction.

“No, you did.” She says, before looking confused. “What? I’m… What, I’m ‘K’ now?”

He shrugs. “I’m trying something new.”

“Mmm… Don’t.”

“Wait, this is interesting.” Matt says, finding something intriguing after many hours of reading. “Confederated Global Investments.”

Foggy became puzzled, and a bit worried too at the fresh memory rolling in. “The company that hired us to defend that bowling alley nut?”

“Yeah. Karen, do you have a list of the subsidiaries you were able to track down through their check?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I think so.” She says, setting a file down to go for her computer. She quickly types something in, nodding as it makes a chiming sign. “Yeah, yeah, I got it.”

“Can you tell me if…” He reads something really quickly. “Westmeyer-Holt Contracting is on the list?”

“Um…” She scrolls through the page, tired eyes squinting at the tiny font. She soon smiles. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

“There are half a dozen complaints against them for doing the same thing they did at Elena’s tenement.”

“Confed Global’s trying to force renters out of tenements?” Foggy said, trying to piece this together.

“Wh-What about Elena’s landlord? That Tully guy?” Karen begins, also trying to put two and two together. “I mean, he’s gotta know something about this.”

“See if I can track him down.” Foggy says, making a move to get out of his chair.

“Use the phone.” Matt replies, sternly.

He sighs, plopping back down in his chair. “Oh, come on!”

“I’m making that rule number two.”

“Your rules suck. I want that on record.”

“Fine, noted.”

Karen’s smiling face soon lessened when something flashes across her screen. “Oh, my god.”

“What do you got?” Matt asked, looking her way.

“Uh, no, it’s not, um… the New York Bulletin online just reported that that cop that got shot, just regained consciousness.”

Matt feels his heart skip as he pulls his earbud out. “Detective Blake?”

“Yeah.”

“Guy’s a real dick.” Foggy says, shrugging. “Still, he didn’t deserve a bullet from that masked douchebag.”

“Okay.” She scoffs. “Nobody knows what really happened out there.”

“Detective Blake might.” Matt says, already getting an itch to get out of here.

“Be interested in what he has to say.” Foggy agrees.

“Yeah, so would I.”

They went for another hour before deciding to call it a night. They gathered their things, turning off the lights, and locking the windows. Karen left first, like usual, promising the boys she’s going straight home (which there was no lie there from what he could sense). Matt found himself by the chair his daughter was cuddled up in, fast asleep. He was debating with himself if he should wake her up or not.

Foggy paused at the door, staring at the sight. “Do… do you want me to carry her home for you?” He asks, sincerely.

“Um… no thanks. It’s fine.” Matt says, still a little annoyed by the incident last night. “I’ll just wake her.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah. Night, Foggy.”

Foggy nods, opening the door with defeat. He pauses. “Hey, Matt?” He gets a hum as a reply. “I’m sorry. I really am.”

He closes the door soon enough, disappearing from his line of hearing in a matter of minutes. Matt sighs, slinging his bag over his body, and stuffing his cane into one of the pouches before gently shaking her awake.

“Hey, Hey. Kai?” He says, softly getting a groan. “Kai, get up. Let’s go home.”

Kaila groans again, slowly prying her groggy eyes open. “H-home?”

“Yeah.”

She blinks while unwinding herself. “What… what time is it?”

“Late.” His lips curve up a little. “I can give you a lift if you want to keep sleeping?”

She gives him a tired, confused look. “You’re going to get quite a few stares, you know?”

“It’s New York, no one will think of it.” He faces the opposite way. “Hop up.”

The young Murdock wastes no time to jump up on his back, locking her arms around him as he holds her up by her legs. She hums, closing her eyes again as she buries her head in the crook of his neck. Once he thought she was secure enough, they left. Miraculously, but not surprisingly, they got home in one piece, but Matt was unfortunately dreading the outcome of the arrival. His daughter was not fully asleep like he would’ve liked, because he knows as soon as she opens her eyes and takes a look at their place, he’s screwed.

Instead of just getting her to the bedroom, Kaila slid off as soon as they were through the front door, still a bit out of it, but aware enough to remove her shoes and leave her backpack. She makes a noise while she stretches her arms out, the mind fog starts to clear a little more.

“You going to shower?” Matt asked, setting his own stuff down.

“Eh, probably not. I’ll just take one before school tomorrow.” She says, smirking. “So it’s not going to be extremely warm when you come back from your nightly activities.”

“I think I can manage.” He says, hearing her journey towards the living room, stopping at the edge of it. He picks up on so many emotions right now, as her brown orbs meet his.

“What the hell happened?” She asked, worriedly. “Dad?”

“I…” He stops to think. How should he put this? “I… just met someone I knew a long time ago, and it didn’t go so well.”

“Well…” Kaila looks at the nonexistent coffee table, and then back at him. “W-Who?”

Matt swallows. “I… I rather not say. You know…” He sighs quietly, shifting weirdly as he walks where she is. “You know when I say there are things I’m going to keep from you, and there are things that I’m not?”

She nods. “Yeah. I remember.”

“Well… I think this… incident is gonna have to go into the first box. For now. I’m still…” Memories flash before him, making him want to scream. “Processing it.”

“Okay.” She shrugs. “That’s fine.” She then sighs, looking around again, seeing the damages down. “Umm…” She stares back at him. “Are you okay?”

He perks up at the change in direction. “Me?” he said, hearing her nodding. “Oh… I’m… I’m fine. I’m banged up a little, but I’m overall fine.”

“No, no, no. Are you okay?” She tries again, stepping closer. “Like… not physically, I mean, mentally, emotionally. Are you okay?”

Matt was taken back by this, baffled because he didn’t know how to respond. “I uh… I’m fine.” He could tell she didn’t believe him as she carefully took his glasses off his face, getting a good look.

“Are you? Because this goes both ways, dad. You can talk to me. I know something’s bothering you even before you found out about the whole Union Allied thing.” Kaila explains, worriedly. “Just talk to me.”

Matt’s heart stung at those words, because she sounded so genuine, desperate. But at last…

He couldn’t. He couldn’t dare speak of the demons he had inside him right now.

“I’ve got nothing.” He lies, reassuringly. “I just… can’t talk right now. However, depending on how these next few days go, I might need to.”

A lie. A white lie he tells himself. But she seems to believe him enough to drop it.

“Okay.” She says.

“Okay.” He kisses her forehead. “Go get some sleep. You’ve got school.”

“Alright. Are you sure you don’t want me to stay up to bandage you?”

“No. I think I’m just going to do a reconnaissance mission tonight.”

Kaila raises an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Alright. But you will wake me up if you get a serious injury, right?”

“Yes. I will. Promise.”

“Okay. I’ll see you when I get home.” She smiles, reaching up to give him a quick hug. “Love you. Night, dad.”

“Night.”

She exits the room slower than unusual, almost like she was waiting for a different reaction from him which he never gave.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The next two days were strange for the teenager. Although she hasn’t visited the office since then (she is starting to think her Father’s still mad about the whole incident and is making excuses for her not to come), she just has this gut feeling that things aren’t going as planned. Her father comes home more stressed than ever, and his job as a vigilante wasn’t helping either.

On the night she came back home from her intense day with Foggy/Karen, something happened with her Father’s reconnaissance mission, but he wouldn’t budge on why he was so pissed. So… when she saw that Detective Blake was found dead in his hospital room, all fingers were pointed at The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Of course, she knows he didn’t, but what could she do about it?

Then on the following night, her Father met with Ben Urich of the Bulletin. She tried to joke that maybe the devil shouldn’t be delivering news to a reporter, but that failed to make him laugh at all. So that’s when it dawns on her that something BIG is going on, something that’s making her Father’s blood boil, but wouldn’t dare share with her. It made her a little angry because she could see that something was eating away at him, and he’s just bottling it up (And she just wonders how long until the bottle overflows).

Now, on the next morning, she strolling into class, trying to clear her mind for a stupid test her history teacher has decided to prepare out of the blue. Luckily for her it seems like Mr. Dan’s running a bit behind, so all the kids had spare time to kill. The unlucky part of this…

Well…

If only the news wasn’t on.

She sets her bag down on her desk chair, eyes trailing to her neighbouring classmate. “What are you watching, Charles?” She asked, curiously.

The boy flashes her a quick glance. “Oh…” He sighs, and shrugs. “I heard the news was going to report about that Youtube hero, the… ‘Spider-Boy’, I think they’re calling him, but um, some fat guy is making an emergency broadcast before then. It’s weird. I don’t even know who this guy is.”

Kaila walks a bit closer, standing next to him, her eyes looking at the phone. She suddenly felt the air in her lungs get sucked away, her face growing a ghostly white. The caption: ‘WILSON FISK PLEDGES AID TO HELL’S KITCHEN’ was casted on the bottom of the screen, and above it was the man she’s heard of but never seen. An older, but broader, and sharply dressed. A man who looked like he had all the power without trying to look like he does.

A wolf in sheep's clothing.

[I’m not very good at this, out being in public–] He begins, looking nervous to be there, but holding up a good facade.

Oh no… She felt her chest tightening.

[But I felt the need to speak up for this city that I love with all my heart. No one should have to live in fear.]

The crowd applauded lightly.

[In fear of madmen… who have no regard for who they injure. In fear of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, who has inflicted untold pain and suffering.]

Kaila clenched her fist, the underlying anger under her worriedness was shining through.

[This masked terrorist and psychopaths of his kind, we must show them that we will not bow down to their campaign of coercion and intimidation.]

More applause. Just more souls he’s manipulating.

[We must stand up to them. As this man, my dearest friend, Leland Owlsley, a pillar in the financial community, stood up when he was recently assaulted. But this assault was for no other reason than to send me a message.]

Kaila perks up this. Assault? By her father? He never told her that he was going after a businessman. And when exactly did he go after this guy?

[A message warning me to stop. To give up my dream that I have for this city. A dream of a better place. A place for its citizens to feel safe. To feel pride.]

She could hear people muttering in agreement, and shook her head.

No, no. If only you knew what he’s done. But again, would that be enough for people to reconsider.

[I tried to do this quietly, not wanting to draw attention. The last thing I wanted was for anyone close to me to become a target from those who do not share my dream.]

Dream? She mentally scoffs. Because what dream? The dream of destruction and blood stained sidewalks? What was this big ‘dream’ of his?

[For those who will have this city stay exactly as it is, mired in poverty and crime. But I know now it was foolish to make that decision. That I can no longer do it alone. That I cannot keep living in the shadows… afraid of the light.]

Shit, shit, shit… She bit her lip, waiting for his closing statement that would win everyone over.

[None of us can. None of us should be forced to. We must do this together. We must resist those who would have us live in fear.]

More clapping and nods of approval from the crowd off camera.

[My name…]

He looks directly at the camera, a silent message to tell that anyone gutting for him will pay the price.

It was chilling.

[Is Wilson Fisk. And together, we can make this city a better place.]

The crowd burst into cheering, and Kaila felt the rest of the world fade away. He just declared war without even saying it. He had just challenged everyone who hated him to come fight. He was ready to spill blood without lifting a single finger.

Oh, dad. What are you going to do now?

As Kaila ponders the question, somewhere on the other side of the city, her father lets out a frustrated scream before throwing his laptop onto the floor.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“This doesn’t change anything, Ben.” Karen says, trying to sound reassuring. Her, and everyone she knew, morning’s weren’t going as expected. And she can thank Wilson Fisk for that.

“Except now we know who your king of diamonds is.” Foggy adds as an attempt to lift their spirits, but that didn’t help the journalist at all.

“You see the news? Everything’s changed.” Ben said, handing her today’s newspaper (which was a shot of City Hall’s big speech). “Fisk has gotten out in front of being dragged into the spotlight. My editor thinks he’s the Second Coming. Hell, the whole city does.”

Karen shakes her head. “So, w-we just— we just keep digging.”

“I’ve been doing that. Internet went from nothing on Fisk to filled with three-hanky stories about a poor little fat kid from Hell’s Kitchen.” Ben explains. “Abandoned by his father when he was 12. Mother died a year later. Now look at him. Boot straps and a big dream.”

“Somebody knows something.” Foggy replies, determinedly. “It’s just a matter of asking the right questions in the right tone of voice.”

“Yeah, that’s how you get yourself hurt.”

The door opens to a not-so-happy Matt Murdock. The confession session he had with Father Lantom couldn’t ease the troubles he was feeling. In fact… he felt a little more scared worse than he should be.

“That’s what I keep telling them.” He says, closing the door. “Maybe they’ll listen to you.”

“Ben Urich, Matt Murdock. Attorney at Why the Hell Bother.” Karen pointed out, irritated at the whole thing.

Ben stuck his hand out, which took a moment for a shake. “Mr. Murdock. So you're the one with the Daughter. She looks exactly like you."

“Matt's fine. And so everyone tells me.” He flashes a rather quick smile.

“My partner thinks we should be pursuing this through the legal system.” Foggy explains.

“A lot safer that way.” Ben agrees.

“Well, why don’t we all just crawl under the covers, then?” Karen said, slamming the newspaper onto her desk.

Matt frowns. “No, Karen–”

“Well, I’m sorry, but if Fisk is really behind everything that has happened, then we need to do something.”

“If we were the only ones after him, I’d tend to agree.” Ben said, bittersweetly. “Friend of yours came to see me the other night… The Man in the Mask.”

“Terrorist cop-killer.” Foggy said, oblivious to Matt wandering off to his own office.

“Says he was framed.”

“I could say I’m Captain America, but it doesn’t put wings on my head.”

“What did he want?” Karen asked, intrigued.

“Same thing we do… expose Fisk.” Ben replies, pulling out a stack of paper from his bag, handing them over. “I printed this from a thumb drive he gave me.”

Her eyes widened as she read the first few paragraphs. “Oh my god.”

“Told me Fisk was behind the bombings and shooting those cops… said he owns half the police… that they helped him take down the Russians.”

“But I don’t understand. If you have all of this, then–”

“Hearsay. Can’t print any of it without corroboration, can you?” Matt asked, from the doorframe.

“He could just be throwing smoke.” Foggy said, still on the fence. “I mean, he just killed Detective Blake.”

“Said Blake’s partner Hoffman did it, probably on Fisk’s orders. But yeah, it occurred to me.” Ben says, on the fence too.

“You could talk to Hoffman.” Matt suggests, hoping to get something useful for later’s night out.

“Tried. He’s in the wind. Or bottom of the river. Either way…” He shrugs defeatedly.

“He just shrugged.” Foggy says to his friend.

“Sorry.”

“Wait, what about the Union Allied money? Is there a way that we can tie it directly to Fisk?” Karen asked, determinedly.

“Maybe. According to the Mask, a man named, uh, Leland Owlsley runs the books. But since getting roughed up by him, Owlsley’s been surrounded by Fisk’s security. Can’t get anywhere near him.” Ben explains carefully (mostly directed at Karen at this point). “Same goes with, uh, James Wesley, the guy you said hired you to defend Healy.”

“Look, the Mask came to Ben for help. And I don’t care how rich Fisk is, nobody can totally erase their past.” Karen said, those words holding a heavy meaning for her. “I mean, somewhere out there, there has to be a piece of paper, a witness… the truth.”

“What about Confederated Global?” Foggy says, wheels turning now. “The suit that hired us to defend Healy standing right next to Fisk when he gave his big speech.”

Ben scratches his chin, also thinking. “I looked into that. According to FCC filings, Confed Global’s where Fisk gets most of his reported income.”

“Alright, let’s play this out.” Matt said, eager by this new information. “If Fisk is connected to Confed Global, that means he’s involved in Westmeyer-Holt Contracting, which–”

“Westmeyer-Holt is strong-arming tenants out of their rent-controlled apartments.” Karen clarifies for her mentor. “Um, they were hired by a guy named Armand Tully.”

“The slumlord?” Ben asked, surprised.

“Landman and Zack say he’s on vacation on an island that no one can pronounce, where they use coconuts as phones.” Foggy replies, making everyone chuckle at that (leave it up to Nelson to get the good mood going).

“Another connection in the wind.”

“Westmeyer-Holt to Confed to Fisk. We pull that thread, see what it unravels.” Matt finishes.

“Still not sure about this mask guy.” Foggy adds, back to being skeptical.

“He didn’t hurt Ben, and he didn’t hurt me. I-I’ll take the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen over Fisk any day. Plus, he kicks ass.” Karen says, earning a few stares (but missing the blind man’s grin). “No, you should’ve seen the way that he was flipping around in the rain.”

“Well, if he’s such a badass, why did he come to Ben? Why not just take Fisk down himself?”

“Maybe he knows there’s some roads you can’t come back from.” Ben said, frowning.

His words linger in the air heavily.

It took Matt a lot of strength not to look at hands, wondering what they’ll be like when he's done with Fisk.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Kaila hugged herself as she walked down the sidewalk. Everything just felt so… wrong. All day she heard the whispers of the teachers, and even some of the students, about praising Fisk and damning the Devil. It was like worshiping God and spitting on Lucifer. It was sickening.

She swallows upon walking up the two steps, wondering if her father could already hear as–

“¿Oh, Estoy en el edificio equivocado otra vez?” Someone said, sighing (*Oh, am I in the wrong building again?).

Kaila turns around, seeing an elderly woman clenching her purse with confusion. The woman looked the building up and down, her face puzzling again.

“Um…” Kaila said, waving a little to get her attention. “¿Qué estás buscando?” (*What are you looking for?)

The woman’s face lights up. “Estoy buscando… uh..” She looks like she’s struggling with the words (*I’m looking for…). “Señor Foggy y Murdock office…”

“Uh… Sí, Sí. Este es el edificio correcto.” (*Yes, Yes. This is the correct building.)

She gasps with relief. “Para que mis ojos no me engañen. Simplemente no esperaba una niña aquí.” She says, chuckling (*So my eyes do not deceive me. I just wasn’t expecting a child here).

Then there’s a bit of confusion again, along with concern. “¿Y quien eres tu?” She asked (*And who are you?).

Kaila smiled softly. “Soy la hija de Matt Murdock.” She replies, gesturing to herself (*I’m the daughter of Matt Murdock).

“La hija del Señor Murdock?”

“Sí.”

“So…” The woman looked confused again, but also a little hopeful looking. “¿La Señora Karen es tu madre?” (*Is Ms. Karen your mother?)

Kaila’s eyes widened at that. “¿Mi madre?”

The woman nods, smiling brighter. “Sí. Sí. Ambos comparten estos ojos bonitos y curiosos.” (*Yes. Yes. You both have these pretty and curious eyes.)

Kaila chuckles nervously, shifting in her place as a heaviness falls upon her chest. I mean…

How does she respond to that?

The young girl brushes some of her loose hair behind her ear, thinking on the fly. “I mean, I… I wish she was… I mean! No! I-I… I mean…” She sighs, her heart beating in her ears. “Um… No. Ella es solo una amiga.” (*No. She is only a friend.)

And why did that hurt so much to say? The thought crossed her mind heavily, leaving her to feel… confused.

But she just smiles and shakes it off. “Lo siento. ¡Vamos! Por favor.” Kaila opens the door, letting her inside (*Sorry. Let’s go! Please).

She lets out a sigh before following. Time kind of faded away as the woman knocked on the office door, and waited for a bubbly, familiar face.

“Buenos Días.” The woman greeted.

“Ah, Hola, Señora Cardenas.” Foggy said, holding the door open. His face became bewildered upon seeing the young girl. He raised an eyebrow while closing the door. “K-Pop?”

“What are you doing here?” Matt asked, just as confused.

“Uh… It was a half-day.” Kaila said, hugging herself again. “Um… can we talk after this is done?”

He frowned at the way she sounded, and nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Of course.”

Foggy tries to get things going with his client, turning on the charm again. “Uh… ¿Dónde está la biblioteca?” He asked, earning a few chuckles.

“You just asked her where the library is.” Matt points out, before listening to Karen and Elena talk; Translating. “They doubled the offer to get the tenants to move out.”

Elena spoke quickly, bitterly, making Karen sigh.

“Oh, damn it.” She says, frowning.

“What?” Foggy asked, worriedly.

“Her neighbours are thinking about taking it.”

“Maybe they should.” Matt says, getting shocked faces.

“No! Tell her to stand firm.” Foggy jumps in. “We told her we’re gonna help her and that’s what we’re gonna do.”

Karen nods, replying with urgency, which made the elderly woman proud.

Elena faces Foggy. “Such a good boy.” She replies, then tells Karen something.

The blonde smiled joyfully at the news. “She thinks she can change their minds. Enough of them maybe to make a difference.”

Elena shakes her head, angry at her landlord. “I no take. This my home. We fight, yes?”

“Yes, Sí.” Foggy says, giving her a thumbs up which made her laugh again.

“He is good man. All of you… good.” She looks in Matt’s direction. “Señor Murdock, tiene una hija tan buena. Muy buena.” (*Mr. Murdock, you have such a good daughter. Very good.)

He gives her a warm expression. “Muchas gracias.”

Elena nods, and starts heading out, but pats the teenager on the shoulder, saying, “Sé una buena chica y cuídate. ‘Kay?” (*Be a good girl and take care of yourself. Okay?)

Kaila chuckled, cheeks flushing. “Sí. Prometo.” (*Yes. I promise.)

The woman leaves, but the tension between the three workers stays, the teenager casted aside for a moment.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Matt says, immediately.

“What? Fight for the rights of the little guy, right?” Foggy said.

“Fisk wants the tenements, he’s not gonna stop until he gets them.”

“Well, so what? We’re just supposed to roll over?” Karen said, getting annoyed again.

“Fisk is public with this.” Foggy points out. “If we tie him up with an injunction, maybe we find something in the deposition that we–”

“Oh, come on, Foggy, you think we’re gonna trip this guy with a deposition? After everything that’s happened, you don’t get who we’re dealing with?” Matt replies, frustratedly.

“No, we get it, Matt, he’s a rich dickhead who thinks he can pay people off to kiss his ass.” Karen fires back, snatching the newspaper off her desk, fiercely showing it off. “Look, he is standing on City Hall with his cronies like he’s already won.”

Foggy’s shoulder sag, giving her a sad look. “You know he can’t see that.”

“Alright–” She throws it back on her desk. “We can’t let him get away with this.”

Matt nods. “I know.”

“So, what are we gonna do?” Foggy asked the million dollar question.

The blind man sighs, quickly conjuring something up. “Basic tent of both law and war, know your enemy.” He says, going into his office.

“Thank you, Sun Tzu. What does that actually mean?”

“It means we keep digging.” Matt continues, sliding on his jacket. “Like Karen said, somewhere out there, there’s a piece of paper or a witness, or something that’ll lead to the truth.”

“Okay, good.” Karen said, smiling.

“But, do it quietly. Stay under the radar.” He finishes, as he grabs his walking stick.

Foggy raised an eyebrow. “Where are you going?”

“Three people stood with Fisk when he addressed the city. His man from Confed Global, Owlsley and a woman. One the press said he seemed close with.”

“Oh, yeah, uh, Vanessa, um….” Karen stutters, grabbing the paper again. “Marianna. It says she works at Scene Contempo Gallery.”

“Maybe it’s time I invested in some art.” He jokes, opening the door.

“Um, Dad?” Kaila announces, coming out of the kitchenette (feeling the surprised and forgetful stares from the adults). “Can we talk real quick?”

“Um…” Matt says, mentally slapping himself out of the shock. “Yeah. Yeah. Come on.”

He gestures for her to step into the hallway, which she did as he could feel his friends giving him wishful, ‘goodluck’, faces. He closes the door behind him, both of them taking a few steps away for a bit more privacy.

She hugs herself again, looking down. “You guys forgot.”

He shakes his head. “No, um… we just…”

Kaila sighs. “I-It’s f-fine. Seriously. I guess we both are having an eventful day.”

Matt perks up at that, worriedly. “What do you mean?”

Another sigh. “I’m…” She shifts uncomfortably, looking at him now. “I’m worried. Like really worried about this whole Fisk thing. I mean, I saw the news this morning, and between that and all the other stuff you shared about this guy with me makes everything worse. I mean–”

She starts talking with her hands, continuing, “Y-You know I’m not the religious type and even I know when someone is talking about a second coming. I mean, all my teachers, ALL of them, believe this guy is a second coming of Christ. I wouldn’t even be the least bit surprised if they thought Fisk could turn water into wine. The things they’re saying are concerning, Dad.”

Matt bite the inside of his cheek.

Shit. He cursed, running his free hand through his hair. The corruption was worse than he thought.

“I know, I know. I know, Kai.” He says, trying to sound reassuring.

“And… now you all are officially going after him with the firm?” She asked, her heart picking up speed. “Are you– this is…”

“Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy.” He takes her by the shoulder. “We’re being careful. We’re not going in guns blazing with this.”

She frowns. “It sure feels like it. I mean what if this Vanessa woman is dangerous and you don’t know it?”

“Well, that’s unfortunately the risk I have to take, Kai.” Matt says, sensing something else. “Hey. What else is bothering you?”

She looks away, shaking her head. “N-Nothing…”

“Kai-”

“I’m fine, just… It’s fine.” She stuffs her hands inside her, trying to cool the feelings swirling inside. “C-Can I… I walk with you to the art gallery?” He opens his mouth to protest, but- “I can wait outside, I just… I want to stay with you. Please?”

He ponders, debating if this was a good idea. On one hand, he could leave her here in the office, but she’ll probably end up alone when Foggy and Karen go after leads, so there’s that. And on the other, he wants to send her home, but the uneasiness in her voice was tugging at him. There was something else besides Fisk that was bothering her, and it was eating at her (Kind of father like daughter there).

He gives in eventually, just because she needed him close.

“Okay. Let’s go then.”

Back on the road, arms locked to not draw suspicion. It wasn’t going to take too long, the crowds weren’t so bad, but the two Murdocks were unknowingly dragging their feet for two different reasons that the two of them didn’t want to share completely.

“Hey, Dad?” Kaila asked, after they crossed an intersection, the gallery was coming up.

“Yeah?” He said, listening.

“Um… how do you feel about Karen?”

Matt looks her way, taken back by her question. “How do I feel about Karen?”

“Yeah.”

Well that’s an odd question. “Why do you ask?”

“Um, You know…” She half shrugs. “You’ve only known her a few months, and I already know how Foggy feels about her, so I thought I asked how you feel about her. You know, since you guys hired her for extra help, and I’m not always there to see so… yeah.”

Odd. Again. Matt found it rather strange.

She’s not telling me something.

“Um.” He begins. “I… I like her a lot. She’s helpful around the office, smart, funny. Uh… caring. Really caring. Um… She’s reckless sometimes, which drives me crazy sometimes, but I admire her ambition.” He chuckles fondly. “What else? Uh… sorry, why are you asking again? Did something happen between the two of you?”

Kaila’s cheeks flushed again. “Uh, well, Um… Hey!” She halts the both of them to a quick stop. “W-we’re here! We’re here. Yay.”

Matt wanted to keep prying, but unfortunately his investigation came first as he quickly picked up some interesting chatter over security’s intercoms. That got him worried. An art gallery this small shouldn’t be getting this much security.

So Fisk really cares about someone. He comes to realize.

“So I’ll wait here. You do your thing.” She finishes, patting him on the arm before letting go.

“Actually-” He says, pulling her back. “I would feel more comfortable if you’d follow me.”

“But-”

“Just… Help me out. Okay?” He gives her arm a squeeze when he hears her inhale sharply. “It’ll be fine. Besides–” He grins. “Most women like children.”

She snorts. “Okay. I suppose I’ll be your… Wingchild…?” She practically winced at her wording. “Okay, that was corny…”

“It was.” He says, patting her arm and stringing her along.

They made their way inside, acting as casually as they could, while Matt continued listening. He hears more chattering, and even the sound of guns brushing against the security guards’ sides every time they move. It was a bit unsettling. It made him grip his cane a little bit tighter, almost feeling like he might use it to defend himself and Kaila.

“May I help you?” A woman called out, coming over.

“I hope so. Um, Matthew.” Matt said, holding out his hand.

She shook it politely. “Vanessa.” She smiles, eyes trailing somewhere else. “And you are?”

Kaila returns the expression. “Kaila.”

“What a lovely name.”

“Likewise.”

Matt plays along with the vibe. “Well, Ms. Vanessa, you’re probably wondering what a man who can’t see is doing in an art gallery.”

Vanessa laughs at his attempt at humor, while not sounding rude. “I didn’t want to be forward.”

He hums. “I’m told by my guests my apartment’s a bit stark. I thought maybe some art would warm it up.”

“I’m going to go out on a limb and assume these ‘guests’ were women?”

Kaila tried not to wince at her father’s fake laughter. It was just so… cringy.

“Well, I’m not trying to impress the pizza guy.” He replies, flashing his pearly whites.

“He’s trying to keep this girl he likes around.” Kaila adds, chirpy. “It’s sweet.”

“It is.” Vanessa agrees, nodding. “You don’t need sight to appreciate art, but you do need honesty.”

“Sight helps.” Matt says, witty.

“Sure, But–” She touches his shoulder, guiding them along. “There’s something very intimate in experiencing art through someone else’s eyes. That’s a good line, by the way. You should use it.”

A chuckle. “I might.”

“So, give me an idea of what you’re after.”

“I am not sure.”

“Good… art isn’t furniture. If you knew exactly what you were looking for, you’d be just decorating. Art should speak to you… move you. This one, for example–” She moves them to a display. “One of my favorite pieces.”

Kaila frowns, keeping her mouth shut as she elbows her father to get him to keep talking.

“Describe it for me.” He finally says, sweetly.

“Imagine a sea of tonal reds.” Vanessa begins. “The color of anger… of rage… but also the color of the heart. Of love… hope. This strikes the perfect balance between the two.”

“Huh.” Kaila says, almost captivated by its appearance. “It’s… interesting. Definitely would add some color to the place.”

“I don’t know, it sounds aggressive.” Matt expresses.

“All depends on your point of view.” Vanessa says, intrigued by both of their opinions.

“Maybe something a little less challenging.” Matt replies, going in for the kill. “Tell me, do you have a man in your life?”

Kaila rolls her eyes, going along with it. “Oh, dad…”

“Matthew, are you hitting on me?” Vanessa teased.

He chuckles. “No, I just mean, what does he like? What does he respond to?” He asked, sensing her blushing. “If I can get inside the head of the man who won the heart of such a charming woman, it would inform my decision.”

“Well… you could always ask him yourself.”

The two Murdocks’ blood ran cold.

Hearts stopping.

Eyes widening.

It was like time froze as the man entered, causing a stir inside them.

Matt clenched his fist angrily, almost ready to lunge and attack until he felt his daughter’s grip on him got stronger. He could feel the slightest tremble in her body, her pulse racing, and the salt forming in her eyes.

Shit.

This is how it was not how it was supposed to go. They were not supposed to run into him. The enemy. The lying snake.

The devil.

He spares his daughter a glance, whispering, “I’m sorry.” Which got her frightened attention.

“-I see.” Fisk said, giving his lover a kiss on the cheek.

“Wilson Fisk, Matthew…” Vanessa starts introducing.

“Murdock.” Matt finishes, straightening up and giving the man a handshake.

“Oh, yes, the attorney. I’ve heard about all your work in Hell’s Kitchen.” Fisk said, making him run cold again.

“Huh.” He wasn’t expecting that response either. “I’m aware of yours as well.”

Vanessa seemed oblivious to her client’s discomfort, and carried on. “Mr. Murdock is thinking of purchasing some art with his…” She pauses, and nervously chuckles. “I’m sorry. I never asked. This is your daughter, I’m presuming. Yes?”

“Well, I would hope so.” Fisk said, with a smile that would set anyone on edge. “She looks so much like you.”

“Um…” Kaila tries to wipe the nerves off her features. “Y-Yeah. I am. I’m…” She holds her hand out too. “Kaila.”

He shakes her hand. “Kaila Murdock.” Fisk tests it out. “You’ve got a lot… history in a name like that.”

“I… suppose so.”

He hums, and faces her father again. “So, Mr. Murdock, you’re looking to buy some art?”

“He was looking for some advice from a man of taste.” Vanessa explains, simply.

“Well, that’s simple. Buy whatever the lady tells you.” He responds, getting her to laugh.

Matt musters up the strength to smile. “Thank you. Although we probably shouldn’t be talking. I believe we’re on opposite sides of a tenancy case.”

“Oh, you are?” Vanessa asked, intrigued.

“Yes. The rental properties I recently acquired from Mr. Tully. But I’m sure that will be settled to everyone’s benefit. The city has suffered long enough under the burden of poverty and decay.” Fisk said, his voice smooth and hitting the right emotions in everyone. “I believe we have opportunities now with–”

“Wilson–” Vanessa says, getting his attention. “Mr. Murdock is a customer, not a donor.”

“Yes, I apologize for the hard sell. This city and its future… seeing Hell’s Kitchen to its fullest potential is very important to me.”

“I feel the same way.” Matt said, through his teeth. “Vanessa, Thank you so much for your time.” He pulls himself and his daughter away, feeling the man’s heavy gaze follow the move.

“Have you changed your mind about what you came for?” Vanessa asked, puzzled by his sudden exit.

“No, No, I would just need to consider the cost.” He nods his head to the man. “Mr. Fisk.”

And when they both left, it was like a breath of fresh air. Both felt like their knees of jelly would break, and they would crumble to the ground. It took a few moments to gather themselves, or at least somewhat gathered themselves, whole.

“G-Go home.” Matt finally says, hating the tiny tremble in his voice.

Kaila looked shocked, pupils blown wide. “What?”

“Go home. Please.” He pulls himself away from her, already starting to walk the opposite direction. “I need to make a quick stop, and then I’ll come home.”

“But, Dad-”

“Kai, please.” He stops to look at her. “Go home.”

And without anything else said, he parted away, thinking it would be better for her to stay away from him and his burdens. However, it was quite the opposite. All she really needed, and wanted, was some tough love and a blissful hug she'll never receive.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The rest of the day was rough, awkward. Quiet. The two of them barely muttered more than a few words at a time before calling it night. Same thing in the morning, heading off in different directions for school and work, both unaware of the drama that was going to happen in these 24 hours.

Kaila came straight home to silence. Did chores in silence. Kept herself occupied with silence. Her mind raced with thoughts that were both good and bad.

She was so out of it, she barely heard the noise coming from her living room. She ventures out there, finding her dad pacing in front of his open wardrobe, the chest where his makeshift suit was was taunting him.

“Dad?” She said, making him freeze. She caught him off guard, which makes her wonder how clouded his mind was today. “You’re back late.”

It was a little unnerving how long he just stared, saying nothing too as she waited for something, anything as the seconds passed rather fast. However before she could even blink, he was latching his arms around her in a giant hug. He closes his eyes, taking her in piece-by-piece. He soaked in the warmth knowing that she was safe from the hell outside. Kaila, who was baffled by his sudden affectionate state, found herself giving her father an odd look.

“Dad? Are you okay?” She asked, worriedly. Alcohol soon hits her nose hard, scrunching up from it. “You smell like a bar.” Silence. Her heart picks up. “Dad?”

He squeezed her tighter. “She’s gone.”

And she dares to ask, “Who’s gone?”

“Ms. Cardenas. They called us down to the station, someone got to her, probably someone Fisk hired. She’s gone.” He nervously laughs. “She’s really gone…”

Kaila felt her heart clenched for the woman she only met once, but had an impact on her. It hurt even worse to hear her dad so close to the crumbling edge, ready to fall or dive.

She frowns, dolefully. “Dad–”

“Sorry, I just… really need to hug you.” He whispers, quivering in his understone. He sounded so scared. Something that was rare for him to express or to even admit to a degree.

He was ready to dive over the edge.

Her frowns deepen. “Okay–” She begins, pulling back just enough to get a good look at him. “What’s going through your head? Something’s eating at you, and I can see it.”

He shakes his head. “Kai-”

“No. Don’t shut me down. I know you’re angry, but you can’t go out there like that or you’re going to make mistakes. So please…” She takes his hands, giving them a gentle, but tight, squeeze. “Talk to me.”

Matt lets his distant gaze fall to the floor, almost too ashamed to even look her way. Was he really about to confess to everything that’s sinking him into the abyss? Was he about to lay his burdens on a fourteen year old?

He exhales shakily, swallowing heavily. “These… past few days have been horrible. I’ve been… dealing with so many things at once I feel like I’m drowning sometimes. And there are things I… I can’t bare myself to tell you because you’re not ready for them, but, um, I just…”

He pauses, not realizing he was shaking until he felt her hands squeeze his again; Calming him. He sighs quietly, regathering his point.

“I know you don’t… believe in the things I do, but I come to realize that… the devil walks among us.” Matt says, his blood started to turn hot while thinking about it. “Wearing… a fancy suit, and living the high life. That’s the devil, and I know it. I know it. And…”

Now it was his turn to grip back, like he was trying to ground himself for these next few sentences.

“The more I see what he’s done, the more I hear about it, the angrier I get. And-And when… we met him yesterday, I could tell how scared you were, how scared I was, it made me angier and I…” He sighs again, head hanging low. “What if I… how would you feel… if I made him go away… p-permanently?”

Her face morphs into shock for a split second, before turning into concern. Another gentle squeeze back as she says, “How would you feel?”

Matt shakes his head. “No, no. I asked you—”

“I know you did, but this isn’t about me. This isn't my decision, Dad. It’s yours.” Kaila says carefully, making sure he understands. “How would you feel if you took his life?”

“I…” His lips pursed. “I don’t know…”

“Well I can tell you that you’ll always think about it. That’s just how you are. But…” It was her turn to sigh. “Okay, let’s look at it this way, So let’s say there’s no consequences to it. Meaning, if you do it, you won’t be arrested or trialed or anything. Let’s forget about that. So let’s say you do it, there are ‘probable’ ways you’ll feel about this.

“On one hand you’ll… feel relieved. Happy. Not a second thought about it. You go home, and you go along like it was a normal day for you. Or on the other hand, you might feel relieved, maybe happy, but guilty. Guilty. And that’ll eat at you even when you push it away deep down, and that will haunt you for the rest of your life. Maybe even get yourself an early death if you know what I mean. So the real question is, Dad–”

She places her hand over his heart. “Which one will make you feel more human?”

And that hit like a bus.

He soaked up every word she said, all taking it to heart. Because–

Damn it. He cursed. He was damned with confusion and pain. What should he do in a dangerous game he’s playing with Fisk? What was logical? Or better yet…

What was logical for himself?

He sighs, closing his eyes. “I still have to go look for him…”

“I know you do. That’s okay.” Kaila said, removing her hand. “Go do what you think you have to do.”

He listens to that, and quickly changes his clothes, sliding the mask on last. This feeling of changing into another version of himself felt different tonight. A different way that he didn’t know what it meant yet.

“Just be careful, please. Try to come home in one piece.” She replies, with a ghost of a smile.

“I will.” He says, taking her face in hands and placing a kiss on her head. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Matt leaves his usual way out the window, leaving his daughter to stay awake for his return; Just in case something goes horribly wrong…

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

When Kaila heard a loud crash, she immediately sprung up from her position on the couch, setting her phone and earbuds aside. She realized the sound was coming from her father’s room, and grew worried (Memories of the first time she found out about him being a vigilante started to flash across her very eyes).

“Shit…” She mumbled, speed walking into his room. The door was still busted, all she had to do was walk around it to get inside. “Dad? What happened this time? How bad are you…”

She felt herself grow white.

The man in black was barely panting, despite looking like he ran for miles without ever stopping. His clothes were soaking wet, but the blood was still there, caking his scarred skin. There were large, long gashes all over his body, ripping through the fabric of his sweater. The room was so quiet, all you could hear was the dripping of blood and water. Then he tried to move, which resulted in a painful groan.

“No, no, no, no, no, no.” Kaila said frantically, rushing over. Her hands were firmly placed on his chest, getting bathed in red, as she tried to keep him from moving. “Y-You st-stay right here. Do not move. I-I’ll get the first aid kit!”

He feels her hands move away, and croaks, “K-kai…”

“Don’t move! Stay with me, damn it! I swear to God!”

She prays he’ll listen as she runs into the bathroom, completely incoherent to the banging at her front door. She rips open the cabinet door, frantically grabbing things she needs. Then—

She heard another crash.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” She says, picking up the speed, already picturing the scene of her father bleeding out again.

With things piled in her arms, she rushes out of the bathroom, only to be surprised at what she finds, other than her dad passed out on the living floor.

“F-Foggy?” She says, trembling.

His head snaps towards her way, pale as she was, scared too. But also… so, so disoriented. She sees his hand hovering over her father’s bruised face, his mask pulled back to reveal it fully.

He knows. Foggy knows. She tells herself, not knowing what to say.

He blinks a few times, like he was checking if she was real. “Kaila?” He said, and started looking between the two. “What… What is… H-How…?”

She saw him starting to have a mini panic attack, and started shaking her head. “F-Foggy. Foggy l-look…” She begins, setting the things aside and coming his way. She makes sure she has his attention. “Look at me. I-I know this looks bad, and I-I promise I-I’ll explain everything afterwards, b-but you have to help me.”

He looks torn between two worlds, his gaze going back and forth again with disbelief. And even though he wanted to just stare at his friend, his niece was always bringing him back.

“Foggy! Please! Please. I’m begging you. Please.” Kaila pleads, tears in eyes. “Please, help me. Please.”

Foggy looked at Matt again, it was almost less painful to look at him then a crying child. But still… They were both so chilling to see. His exhales was rigid, as he blink away the salt building his eyes, before locking eyes with her, saying,

“Give me the first aid kit.”

A/N: This was the hardest one for me to write so far. So hopefully I did alright :)

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