#since apparently all the enemies and bosses get new attacks n shit

[muggycuphead]

FPAVB updates #1 - World 2 remix levels fanconcepts

(Uploading it here too bc why not? Had to resize it because apparently my internet’s on shark week and Tumblr won’t let me upload it on its normal size grrr-)

So yeah Just finished remasterization of Chapter XIII in VB's spanish version yesterday (and I tell you, it's literally crappypasta material since it's W1 remix but slightly fucked up), and went straight into thinking for W2 hyphotetical remix levels Of course they're simple concepts made for VB itself and not meant to be a 'substitute' of the W2 remix Brad might be working on or something like that (just saying this bc I feel kinda awkward about doing something the developer himself hasn't released yet and well, you know-), but whatsoever I'll explain how these would work in an 'in-game' scenario Lets-a-go World 2 'main plot' Since VB Chapter XIV is mostly focused on CPG's play instead of FPM himself, things of course won't work the same for each, but we'll get to it in a moment, keep reading This 'remix' version of mine basically goes with the same logic of the original W2 (A.R. strikes and steals your stuff for asshole points, so you gotta go find where he's at to get your things back), but in Cutie's case, it's Kabootle the one who gets it from the Rabbit (ohotheykidnappedthecatto) and she needs to get to his hideout (yesiheadcanonhimhavingahideoutsomewherefarawaythegolffieldandstuffwhatugonnadoaboutit) to rescue her cat back. However, if this actually was an in-game thing with FPM being playable, A.R. would surely steal the Pen from him instead or any other item that's important for the game to progress and stuff. Anyway, that's how the plot would work in a short (andcarefullyspoilerfree) explanation Now, let's get in the next part: Main Levels Okay, I'll clarify one thing in case you guys didn't notice the little sidenote at the upperside of the image shown here The levels I show here are just the 'starter' levels, meaning there are a few more I got below my sleeve, but I just showed them here for the sake of exposure and also because those other levels are more extense and 'variable-context' -ish, kinda influenced by the W3 original levels and what not. Anyway, I'll try not to extend myself too much on each one's explanation, alongside their entrances and which level's place they're taking (as you may have noticed some even are derivatives of their original counterparts but with different mechanics, anyhow they're propense to suffer changes as they're still on beta states, but that's besides the point) Quick sidenote, I don't really know the original W2 levels' names, so those you see there are just made-up Golf Field 2.0 (Same place, different level location) This is basically as an 'another-extend' version of the original Golf Field itself (for a lack of a better definition) and all that. Honestly I don't really like the idea of using the same mechanic of the 'hole-in-one' minigame that's on FPA2 at its own first level since it might clash a little with Cutie's mindset at CXIV (she's on her way to find FPM and therefore isn't really 'in the mood' for that) and is basically 'filler' stuff, but I'll try to 'soften the atmosphere' a little and implement it in a way that can be appealing to the story's plot (like it isn't that hard)...not to mention I need a hole so Rb gets to do his dicky move towards CPG's kitto (sorry Kaboo bb but y'know this guy won't lose any chances at doing the rob robbery rob rob) Taking the place of: Golf Field in original W2 Entrance: Door Cave 2.0 This is actually a two-in-one, which are: I.- Exploring the surroundings Works with the same format as Golf Field 2.0 (sameplacedifferentspot); no need to explain myself too much here Taking the place of: Cave level in original W2 Entrance: Hole (duh) II.-'Earthdrill' The name is a word play due to the fact it's a big amount of earth-rock structure that got the shape of an 'iron drill' and stuff. Also, this level's kinda got a 3D-like design, I'll say why, just keep reading The mechanic here is simple, you'll be sliding around this whole 'mountain' thing all the way to it's feet while the stage keeps spinning round and round the lower you go (this is why I said it has a 3D feeling since the camera remains on our spot while the scenario keeps moving along with us) But here's the fun part: P A P E R   P O R TA L S ,  S O N ! They're scattered on different places in our way (sometimes on the land, sometimes in the walls, right above us), and we must avoid them -either jumping or flinching- or else they'll teleport us all the way back to the start Pretty simple...Right? Yeah, but actually no There are also some enemies surrounding the places -flying spiders- that'll be aiming  ‘web bombs’ towards Cutie in order to stop us, and the way wecan take care of them is hitting the bombs to redirect them towards the fliers so they get covered in webs instead. But don't drop the guard down, they’ll attack with no warning and we'll better watch out when they do Taking the place of: Short Blue loops level in original W2 Entrance: Portal Door Switch-a-roo SO this one is designed differently, althought it keeps the mechanics that one first level where you go riding over ink (don't mistake my words with SFPA there) and all that, but here's the fun part (or torture one, you define it as you like): Find the right door yes, this a tricky one And worst part is, each time you mess it up, some doors (not all, just some) will slightly 'switch' places Anyhow, just to not make it too hard, I'd put a small amount of doors around the place so I don't make Cutie herself lose her mind trying to spot the correct door (and avoid unnecessary time loss) Taking the place of: First inked platforms level (Light Blue) in original W2 Entrance: Door "No-Jump" Zone Remember the 'Earthdrill' level from before? Well, this goes with the same structure (has portals and stuff), but guess what You can't jump Yeah, no Mario boings for you this time, child Okay serious talk now, in this level you have to get all the way downwards to the other side of the stage. You can fall, roll or slide through the inked platforms, but you can't jump or else,once you step on their surface, a secret paper portal will break open and will take you back to the start (YEAH I KNOW THAT'S A DICKY MOVE BUT THIS IS HOW IT WORKS-) Taking the place of: Second inked platforms level (Green) in original W2 Entrance: Door Subterranean [Metro approach] Basic platform level, design idea is yet to be worked on (but it's not a hard idea on it's own, and doesn't need too much of a explanation) It takes place, as you may guess, in an underground enviroment next to a metro stop (idkhowtoreallycallitlmao) Taking the place of: Purple rocks, green hills and trees level in original W2 Entrance: Door Jump! ...but you have to go downwards instead* The Wall-jumping level from before, but you go the opposite direction, and if you don't jump in time you'll be thrown upwards by a 'sped-up' spring to a portal that (AgAInNNN)will bring you back to where you were at first Yeah I kinda flip-flopped on this one, but it's still a BETA so pffft- Taking the place of: Jump! level in original W2 Entrance: Door Metro Basic context level, although this one includes a little 'mini boss/tension' part for interesting points haha- but -This one shares its place-take with another level that's basically W3 Squiggleville level..but it ain't Squiggleville ahahh- Partially* taking the place of: Cactus West/Sky Kingdom/Super Secret Evil Lair of Spiders level in original W2 Entrance: Door As said before there are a few more, but I'll keep them secret for now Extra levels Yep, there are also secret levels in this place And do they bring something to the VB plot? Yes my dude There's a task you must complete, and it is finding all pieces of an important item you must repair (it's a spare key to A.R.'s hideout); the doors are also labelled with a symbol on their upperside to make them easier to find And well...that's mostly it for now Jesus christ my head hurts, that was a lot of writing However, I'll put this to bed for now so I can get to ACTUALLY start digitalizing JSABBR's 2 new pages because HECK I HAVEN'T UPDATED IT SINCE LIKE- JULY?? AUGUST?? I DON'T REMEMBER ANYMORE LOL BUT I MUST GET BACK ON TRACK ASAP I HATE LEAVING SHIT ON HIATUS FOR TOO LONG- Anyway, see you guys in future updates on...whatever I upload next k bye- The Fancy Pants Adventures franchise (C) belongs to Brad Borne TH!FPA:VB|W2 Remix fanconcepts (mostly)|Artwork (C) belongs to me 2020 (C) all rights reserved

#fancy pants adventures #fpa #fancy pants #the fancy pants adventure #fpavb #fancypantsadventuresau #venomous bittersweet #alternate universe #fanfic #fpaworld2remixconcept #aight imma head out now

[kilyra]

Who Else Throws Rocks?

Benjamin Poindexter (Daredevil) One-Shot

A/N: I received an anon request where the reader is good with knives and hunts but crosses paths with Dex when he is out as Daredevil. 

As a follow-up to the events in “Who the F@&$ Throws Rocks?”, you find out the human trafficker you were after before is back on the streets. This time, you are out without Matt to do what needs to be done when someone else gets in your way.

Warning: Spoiler-free but there is an effbomb and other bad language.

Maybe you weren’t a good person after all. If being a good person meant not killing the piece of shit trafficker, you were definitely something else.

Because you were going to kill him.

As soon as you caught wind that the FBI let that scum go, you did everything you could to keep it from Matt. The last thing you wanted was him getting in your way, trying to convince you the obviously broken system still worked.

You kept an eye on the trafficker's activities and sent out a quick thank-you to the universe that Matt had to deal with a situation at work just as the scumbag was preparing to make a move.

Lying on the shipping containers, you had started your wait as soon as the sun went down. It was hours until there was movement on the docks. But it was worth the wait when you saw him approach the docks.

Except it wasn't what you expected – the shit stain was alone. Maybe coming early to scout for the drop? Not that it mattered, alone worked for you.

Looking over his shoulder, he moved cautiously between the bins like he was expecting to run into trouble. It was a fair fear since the last time he was here, Daredevil swooped down on his head, beating information out of him before the FBI nabbed him.

Little did he know, he had been lucky that day - you never got your chance to end him. But his luck had run out.

Springing to a crouch, you grabbed one of the blades strapped to your thigh and whipped it at his head with all your strength. You didn't even hesitate.

With a sharp clink, you watched your blade suddenly veer to the side, falling harmlessly in the gravel.

Jerking around, he followed the sound of the steel hitting the ground. Tilting his head, he looked more confused than alarmed.

Immediately, your heart started pounding and you threw another dagger before he could realize the danger and run.

Clink.

“It’s not safe! Get back to the truck,” a voice shouted.

Before you could react, something bounced by your feet and smacked you in the face. Gasping, you jumped back. Ignoring your stinging cheek, you looked down at the large pebble beside you on the container. You were just hit with a rock.

Poin-fricking-dexter. It had to be.

A new fury coursed through your body as you grabbed another blade. Smack.

Growling, you watched the scum race behind a container. With your arm up to shield you from another hit, you leapt to the next bin, keeping him in your view.

“That's enough,” a commanding voice boomed from the shipping container across from you.

As you looked to the voice, you stopped dead. The figure across from you wasn’t the agent…it was a vigilante in a red suit. It was Daredevil.

“Ma-” You clenched your jaw closed before you could get out his name. It couldn’t be Matt. This was his old armour, complete with the horned helmet and dark, glossy eyes. The jawline was all wrong, it was too square. And the smile…it was twisted.

Swallowing Matt’s name completely, you were jarred into action as you heard the trafficker running. Spinning on your heel, the fake Daredevil’s feet hit metal as he paced you from his container. When you jumped to the next bin, you were suddenly seeing stars as something struck your temple.

Thrown off, you missed your landing. Slamming roughly against the side of the container, you struggled to find a handhold.

The Daredevil was getting closer. Giving up, you dropped to the ground, ignoring the screaming of your head and ribs. Hitting the gravel, you started running.

Thump.

Something struck the back of your head and you fell forward, catching yourself on one knee. A small blade, not unlike your own, was wedged into the gravel.

“Stop! Don’t make me use the other end,” the Daredevil shouted.

Getting to your feet, you staggered to the side when, suddenly, a hand grabbed your arm.

Twisting out of his grasp, you kicked his chest, forcing him back. To your surprise, rather than attack, he grinned and held his hands up in submission. “Hey now, I’m not your enemy.”

The taste of copper filled your mouth and you spat out a gob of blood. Apparently, at some point, you split your lip open. "Yes, you fucking are. You let him get away!”

“Yeah, I did. Hey, I get why you want him dead. If it were any other situation, I’d be on your side with that, trust me.”

“Trust you? Who the hell are you?” Could it really be Poindexter? As much as you suspected, you didn’t want to say it and put some poor agent’s name into this mess if you were wrong.

A slow grin grew as he shrugged with his hands still spread. “Daredevil.”

“Wrong answer,” you muttered as you reached for one of the other blades on your thigh and dove towards the gravel.

Before you could let the blade go, another one of his flew at you and knocked it out of your grasp. Pulling your hand back, you expected to see blood, but it was fine. Throbbing, but fine.

“I can see this is hard on you. But you’re really making it difficult not to hurt you right now,” his voice was calm as though he were talking about the weather.

With long strides, he came over to you and extended his hand. You stared at it like it was poison.

Letting out a sigh, he dropped his arm. “Fine. But I can’t let you kill that asshole. Not yet. The boss needs him right now.”

Hopping onto your feet, you inched back. “Boss? And who would that be?”

His mouth formed into a tight line as he shook his head. “Uh, uh, uh. He really hates when people use his name. Boss is all you need to know. For now.”

The sound of rushing in your ears made it difficult to concentrate, but you narrowed your eyes as though it would help. “What do you mean for now? And why does he need that shit stain?”

“Collateral damage to keep a colleague happy for the time being. It’s not permanent, but he can’t be in jail and he can’t be dead.”

Was this the agent? Who else throws rocks? But...

Before you could say anything, the Daredevil continued. “The boss is impressed with you though. He asked me to make sure you were unharmed when you made your move. We could use talent like yours in the coming weeks.”

You glared as you spat again and rubbed the back of your hand across your mouth. “And why the hell would I do that?”

His smirk turned into a wide grin as he leaned forward like he was about to whisper a secret. “Because, if you’re with us, you get to take out that asshole when we’re done with him. And, the boss will give you all of this guy’s contact info so we can track down the victims.”

We? Swallowing heavily, your stomach was already churning. But you weren’t sure if it was from fear, disgust, or a small glimmer of hope.

Stepping back, the Daredevil nodded. “You need to give this some thought. It’s not a decision to take lightly, but it is the only way to get what you want. And, regrettably, I need to cut this short.”

A chill swept over you and you couldn’t help the shiver that ran up your spine. He clearly saw you weren't immediately dismissing the offer. And that bothered you.

Moving away without turning his back, the Daredevil stepped between the storage containers and seemed to vanish in just a few steps.

“I’ll be in touch.”

#benjamin poindexter x reader #dex x reader #bullseye x reader #daredevil #agent poindexter x reader

[arrow-guy]

It’s A Trap

Original request from @buckysendoftheline : Hey! So I was thinking, could you do a Matt Murdock x reader where y/n is really great friends with him, foggy, and Karen. However, an enemy knows that Matt is Daredevil so one day seeing Matt with Y/N maybe on a walk? the enemy just takes y/n during the walk so Matt (aka Daredevil) gets lured. Then you make the rest! Thank you! :D

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get around to finishing this, but thank you for being so patient with me!! I actually ended up really loving this prompt, so I hope you like it!

Pairing: Matt MurdockxReader

Word Count: 4122

Warnings: Kidnapping

“Hello, boys!”

“Hey, (Y/N),” Foggy says, not even bothering to look up from his laptop. “It’s lovely to see you.”

“You know, you might actually mean that if you’d look up from your work.”

I watch his eyebrows raise as he finishes up the line of text he’s working on and looks up from the screen. His eyes go wide and a grin stretches his face. “You brought coffee.”

I grin back. “I brought coffee,” I affirm.

“(Y/N), you are an angel among men,” He says, taking his coffee from the tray and placing a smacking kiss on my cheek.

“You’re only saying that because I’m your caffeine supplier,” I scowl at him jokingly.

“Is that the loveliest paralegal in all of Hell’s Kitchen I hear?” Matt asks, poking his head out of his office.

“You’re such a flirt, Murdock,” I roll my eyes and place the tray of coffees on Karen’s desk so she can take her own cup and take Matt’s cup over to him. I take his hand and push the cup into it so he knows it’s there.

“What’s this?” He asks, eyebrows raised.

I roll my eyes. “It’s coffee, Matt. Just the way you like it.”

“Just the way I like it, huh?”

“Yup, black like the alleyways of Hell.”

He snorts before taking a sip of coffee and sighing loudly. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Anything on the docket for today?” I inquire.

“Nothing really, actually,” Foggy says. “We’re just finishing up the paperwork from our last case and then we should be free for the rest of the day.”

“Unless someone comes in looking for the best lawyers in all the land, that is,” I add, leaning on Karen’s desk.

Karen takes a rolled up newspaper and swats at my butt. “Get off, you’re wrinkling my rough drafts.”

I laugh and push myself away from the edge of her desk. “I’ll never understand why you want to keep up working here when you’ve got such a sweet gig with the paper, Karen. You know I can take over your place here so you can focus on your writing.”

“Why would I do that when I have such a fun babysitting job here?”

“Ooh, that really stings, Karen,” Foggy says, placing one hand over his heart. “You know damn well I can take care of myself. It’s Mr. Rose Colored Glasses over there who needs help.”

“I’m not even going to say anything,” Matt shakes his head and takes a sip of his tar-like coffee.

I bark out a laugh. “Yeah, because you know it’ll get you in trouble.”

A grin stretches his mouth and he lifts his coffee to his lips again. “Very true.”

I shake my head and head towards the door. “If any of you want to meet me for lunch in an hour, I’ll be at the usual place.”

“What makes you think we can just drop everything and meet you for lunch?”

“Well, the fact that you haven’t managed to land a case in a week is just screaming out for me to spill the beans on a very interesting and potentially high profile case that just happened to fall into our lap but, somehow, never made it to the inbox on my boss’s desk,” Foggy and Matt lean forward and I smirk at them. “If someone felt like treating, I might even throw in the file and spare you the pain of hunting down the client.”

“You drive a hard bargain, (Y/N),” Foggy scowls at me and Matt laughs loudly. “What?”

“Admit it, you want to go to lunch just as badly as she does.”

“Of course I do. (Y/N) picks the best restaurants!”

I snort. “So you two are coming?”

Matt shrugs. “Why not.”

“Cool. Karen?”

“I think I’m going to stay here and hold down the fort.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Just bring me back leftovers.” She says, offering a small smirk.

“Will do,” I shoot her a smile before heading for the door. “I'll meet you two outside.”

--

“How'd you even find this place, (Y/N)?” Foggy asks.

I shrug. “Boss brought me here for lunch one day. Said it was one of her favorite restaurants before she got rich.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“I don't know, but if being rich means I can't eat at dive bars anymore then I think I'll be happy with the middle class for the rest of my life.”

“Amen,” Foggy raises his glass and taps it against mine when I do the same.

“So, you said something about cases earlier.” Matt says. “What kind of stuff are we looking at?”

I wipe my hands and mouth on my napkin before pulling several files out of my bag and flipping through them before handing them off to Foggy for safekeeping. “Nothing too crazy, just a few property damage cases that you could probably get settled before the week is out, might even be able to work it out before the first court appearance. The biggest one in there is a college student who's suing her college professor for stealing a book that she had been writing.”

Matt perks up at the mention of the last case. “Are we talking theft or plagiarism?”

“Straight up theft.”

“Are you sure this kid is telling the truth?” Foggy inquires. “I'm all for helping out someone who's been wronged, but I'd rather not drag out a case just because I need a paycheck.”

“Don't worry your pretty little head, Nelson,” I laugh lightheartedly. “I looked into all of these and they're legit. I even talked to the girl who brought in the case. She's got all of her hard copies, concept art and cover designs. She's been working on this since she was in elementary school.”

“Wow,” Matt lifts his eyebrows. “Even so, someone might say that she's faked all of it. Could've had a kid draw something for her, write something down. Even timestamps on digital files can be altered.”

“Very true, Matty. But, her mom worked as a patent paralegal and always told her to mail herself copies of whatever she's working on so that she could prove that it's her original work. Apparently that's what a fair number of inventors do to prove their work is original.”

“That's… actually fairly sound advice.”

“Yeah. It helps that she's been doing it since she was twelve years old. You've got a paper trail a hundred miles long. There's no way in hell you'll lose this suit.”

“I don’t know what to say, (Y/N),” Matt says, shaking his head.

“Well I do,” Foggy scoffs. “Thank you, (Y/N), we really owe you one.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Matt’s brow furrows. “Are you really sure we can take these cases? The clients won’t be upset over being sent to a different law firm?”

“I’m certain.” I smile sheepishly. “I may have sort of lied to you about sneaking the files out of the office.”

“Wait, what?”

“Boss lady knows I'm friends with you guys and she occasionally likes to help out smaller firms where she can. I didn't tell you because I know you guys would think it was a handout.”

“Isn't it though?”

“Absolutely not. It's a referral. The clients were consulted and were offered the option of waiting a month for her services or to be helped out immediately by the new up and coming defense attorneys in Hell’s Kitchen. They chose you guys. Not a handout, just a referral. If you choose to take their cases, that is. If you do well enough she'll send more people your way. Help build your reputation and client list.”

“Why didn't you just tell us this from the start?”

I shrug. “Had to get you out of that office somehow,” Matt snorts. “Besides, I know you guys like a good mystery mixed in occasionally.”

“Like I said back at the office, that's Matt. He's the reckless one. I like things nice and peaceful and routine.”

“Whatever you say, Foggy,” I check my watch and my eyes practically pop out of my skull. “Shit, I gotta go.”

“What? Why?” Matt asks.

“I'm supposed to be back at the office for a meeting in five minutes.” I flag a server down and manage to get my meal boxed up quickly. “Don't forget to get Karen something. I'll see you guys later.”

“See ya, (Y/N),” Foggy waves.

I sling my bag over my shoulder after stuffing the styrofoam box inside and head for the door. “Make sure you contact those clients. I don't want my boss thinking I've got terrible time management skills and horrible taste in friends.”

“Will do, (Y/N),” Matt says. “Just get back to the office safe and let us know when you get there.”

“I will.”

--

“Hey!” Someone plops their hand on my shoulder unexpectedly, making me jump. “You’re (Y/N), aren’t you?”

“First off, ” I stop dead in my tracks, pinching one of their fingers between my thumb and forefinger, picking it up and dropping it. “Don’t touch me like you know me. Second, I am one of many (Y/N)’s in this godforsaken city. What do you want?”

“Nothing special,” they say nonchalantly. “Just you.”

“Excuse m-?!” My cry of outrage is muffled as their hand clamps a rag over my mouth, their free arm pulling me to them and holding me firmly against their chest. “Mphf!”

I struggle against their hold managing to briefly dislodge their arm from around me, only to have the wind knocked out of me when someone walking past punches me in the gut before swiftly walking away. The air wheezes out of me and I unconsciously take a gasping breath, only accomplishing my assailants goal of introducing whatever's on the rag into my system. Within seconds I feel drowsy and my legs become weak. My body falls slack and my attacker hefts me up over their shoulder.

“Tell the boss we got her.” They say gruffly.

“You sure this is the right chick?”

I feel them sigh. “Don't give a shit. I get paid either way.” Their voices slowly fade as my consciousness does. “Let's get this over with.”

--

“Hey, has (Y/N) texted you yet?” Matt asks.

“No, she hasn't.”

Matts brow furrows. “It's been two hours since she left us at the restaurant. She should have reached her office building by now.”

“Maybe she just got distracted. Her workload is usually pretty heavy and she did say that she was late for a meeting.”

Matt shakes his head and pick up the phone on his desk and feels over the number pad before punching in the number for (Y/N)’s office. It rings twice before someone picks up.

“Hello, how can I assist you?”

“Hello, this is Matt Murdock of Nelson and Murdock. I was hoping to speak to (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”

“I'm sorry, Mr. Murdock, but she isn't in the office at this time.”

Matt's heartbeat stutters and his brows pull together. “Alright, do you know where I might be able to contact her?”

“I'm afraid not. We weren't informed as to- I'm sorry, please hold for a moment.” Matt can hear her whispering with someone on the other end, but he can't make out what they're saying due to the static.

“Mr. Murdock.” A new voice crackles through the line. “This is (Y/N)’s employer.”

“It's nice to speak with you.”

“I wish could say the same to you. Unfortunately, (Y/N) never showed up for our scheduled meeting after she said she was going to drop off the case files with you. About an hour ago, I received a rather, shall I say, disturbing letter.”

Matt’s jaw clenches in anticipation of the news. “Is that so.”

“It is.” She says. “When I returned to my office earlier, I found a rather disturbing note. It said that (Y/N) had been taken and that you would know why. There was no signature, but was simply signed with a blood red handprint.”

“They wouldn't dare.” Matt hisses.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Murdock, I didn't quite catch that.”

“I apologize, ma’am.”

“I assume you know how to get her back safely?”

“I certainly will do my best.”

“See that you do. Otherwise you'll find yourself ruined or dead by the end of tomorrow. Possibly both, we'll see what happens.”

“Understood. I will keep you posted.”

The line goes dead and Matt slams the phone down on its base.

“Bad news?” Foggy asks.

“The Hand took her.”

“What?”

“The Hand took (Y/N) because they know  I care about her and they I'm Daredevil. They're trying to lure me out.”

“Well obviously it's going to work because you have to get her back.”

“Of course I do.” Matt pushes himself away from his desk and quickly gets up from his chair. He grabs his bag and jacket before heading for the door. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Wait, you’re leaving now?!”

“I have to figure out where they’re holding her, then I can get her back, otherwise I could be searching for days. I’d like my balls to stay where they are, thank you.”

Foggy holds his hands up in surrender, more for his benefit than Matt’s. “Hey, I understand. Do what you have to do, just get her back.”

Matt nods once, turns on his heel, and exits the office.

--

The outside world slowly starts to break through the heavy darkness that's weighing on me as I come to. My ears are ringing slightly and my head feels like it's been slammed into a brick wall at least fifteen times. I scrunch up my eyes against the bright, fluorescent lighting and hesitantly open one eye, only to find the room I'm being held in to be empty.

Opening both eyes I look around me, finding abandoned desks and sparsely decorated, gray walls. I snort disdainfully and try to get more comfortable in the chair I've been tied to.

My hands are bound behind my back and my upper body has been tied to the backrest of the chair. My ankles aren't tied to the legs of the chair like I was half expecting, so I assume I'm safe from anything more questionable than a kidnapping for the time being.

The door slams open, the handle momentarily sticking to the old bumper on the wall. A man, that can only be described as being stubby, stands in the doorway, blinking at me dumbly.

I raise my eyebrows at him questioningly. “Well?”

“Ey, boys.” he calls into the next room. “The little lady’s awake.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Real classy,” I mutter.

“You say that like you’re in a position to complain, girlie.” Says a new, gruff voice.

I glare up at it’s owner and primly cross my slack clad legs. “You say that like I haven’t got the right to.” He snorts, dislodging something ugly in the back of his throat and spits it out towards the edge of the room. “Well, God gave me a voice, didn’t he? I intend to make full use of it while I can.”

The man raises a heavy fist, shaking it threateningly. “Why, I oughtta-”

“I wouldn’t advise that,” I snort amusedly.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, I’m assuming I’m some sort of bargaining chip. Explains why I’m not dead yet.” I raise my eyebrows and smirk at the man’s shocked expression. “Wouldn’t want to kill the bait, now would we?”

“You don’t know nothin’,”

“Maybe not, but the real question here is, who on earth could we be waiting on?”

“They’re waiting on me,”

I strain to look past the burly man standing in front of me, only managing to catch a glimpse of deep crimson. The Devil of Hell’s kitchen? I'm bait for the Daredevil. Well that's just great.

“So you finally found us,” the man in front of me steps to the side, allowing me a better look at the masked man.

“You didn't exactly make it hard,” The devil tilts his head to the side as a hoard of broad shouldered, overly muscled, squat men surrounds him. “Practically left a trail of breadcrumbs.”

I flinch away from the circle of men in front of me and squeeze my eyes shut when they close in on the man in red. The sounds of metal hitting flesh reach my ears with a sickening slap followed by the occasional groan, scream and crunch. I crack open one eye, only to find the room pitch black. The Daredevil suddenly appears right in front of me and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming. I lean away from him instinctively and turn my head away.

“Are you alright?” He asks, his voice quiet.

“Yes,”

“They didn’t do anything to you?” He moves his hands to the tie on my right hand. “Didn’t touch you or hurt you?”

I shake my head. “No, I truly think I was just here to draw you out.” When he frees my left hand, I rub at the red rings around my wrists before noticing his outstretched hand.

“Let’s go,” he says, his voice at a more normal volume.

“Why are you suddenly talking normally?” I ask, taking his hand only to be hauled out of my seat. The masked man doesn’t answer my question and instead guides me through the dark corridors of the building.

I dig my heels in when we’re a block away from what I can now see was an abandoned law firm anex. The Daredevil spins around and would have been glaring at me if I could have seen his eyes through his mask.

“What are you doing?!” He hisses.

I pull my hand from his grip. “I’m not moving till I get answers.”

He whips his head around, like he’s checking if the coast is clear. There isn’t anyone following us and I roll my eyes. When he’s satisfied, his gaze finally settles on me, his mouth set in a frustrated frown.

“What do you want to know?” He asks gruffly.

“Who are you?” I demand. “And why am I important enough to you for them to kidnap me?”

I watch with wide eyes as his hands curl into fists, worried that he’s upset enough to take it out on me. He slowly loosens his hands and flexes his fingers before sighing loudly and lifting his hands to his mask. He hesitates momentarily before firmly tugging his mask off his head. He shakes out his hair before lifting his eyes to meet mine. I feel my knees buckle slightly and he immediately drops his helmet, his hands shooting out to grab my arms in an attempt to steady me. I try to push away from him, but he just holds onto me tighter.

“Let go of me, Matt!” I land several hard punches to his chest and he barely moves.

“I won’t,” He says, pulling me in close to his chest and wrapping his arms around me. “I know you’re mad, but I’m just glad you’re safe.”

“I can’t believe you’re Daredevil,” I push away from his chest slightly so I can look up at him. “How have you been able to keep this a secret for so long?”

The corner of his mouth quirks up in a rueful smile, and he tilts his head to the side. “I’ll admit, it has made several relationships fairly strained, but the few people who needed to know, know.”

I lift one eyebrow at him questioningly. “And I didn’t need to know?”

“I had hoped that would be the case, but I was wrong, and I’m sorry.”

“You’re an ass, Murdock. A total and complete ass,” I say, sharply jabbing him in the chest with my finger.

He smiles at me and gently takes my hand in his. “Yeah, I know. I’m glad to have you back. Foggy’s insults just don’t sting the way yours do.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head, crouching down to grab his helmet. “Yeah yeah, tell me how much you love me once we get somewhere safe, okay?” I scowl at the dark street. “It’s late and this place just gets darker and creepier by the second.”

Matt nods and carefully leads the way down the street, occasionally breaking away from the sidewalks and heading down a maze of alleyways. He seems to sense when my fear gets the best of me, his hand tightening around mine and even pulling me close to his side when he feels it isn’t safe enough for me to simply trail along behind him. After about an hour of walking, Matt leads me up several flights of stairs, into an apartment building. When he stops us outside of a door, I realize he’s brought me back to his place.

“Do you really think it’s safe for us to be here, especially if they know who you are?”

He unlocks the door and ushers me through. “You’re more safe here with me, and I’d feel better knowing where you are.” He turns to me and carefully brings one hand up to cup my cheek. “Please stay?”

My brow furrows and I frown, the weight of everything that’s happened to day crashing down on me all at once. I suddenly feel very tired and heavy, and find myself leaning into Matt’s touch.

I nod. “Yeah, I’ll stay. On one condition, though.”

“Oh?”

“You don’t sleep on the couch.”

He laughs lightheartedly and takes his helmet from my hand, nodding. “Alright, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

He wraps an arm around my shoulders and I sag into him as he leads me through the apartment towards his bedroom. He grabs a t-shirt, sweatshirt and pair of loose boxers from his drawers for me to use as pajamas and tells me I can change in the bathroom. I nod and quietly pad into the other room, closing the door behind me.

When I look into the mirror, I notice how tired I look. My eyes are barely open, and the dark circles that had already been well on their way to forming are even darker than they were this morning. I shake my head and quickly dress in the clothes Matt gave me, trying not to think about the fact that I’m putting on his clothing. I pull the collar of the sweatshirt up to my nose and breathe deeply, smiling to myself as I head back to Matt’s bedroom.

When I return, I find Matt perched on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. As soon as he hears me, his head snaps up, sightless eyes directed at me. He pushes himself up off the bed and walks towards me, head tilted to the side momentarily, like he’s listening for something. He reaches out to me and pulls me close to his chest, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. He gently combs one hand through my hair, and I wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my nose into his chest.

“I’m so sorry you got roped into this,” He says softly. “I should have been able to protect you.”

I shake my head. “It’s not your fault. It’s not. The only people to blame are the ones you left in a heap in the middle of that room,” I feel my body growing heavier, my exhaustion finally hitting me full force. “You came, and that’s what matters.”

He sighs softly and I can feel him nod against the top of my head. “Tired?”

I nod and he guides us back towards the bed, pulling back the covers and allowing me to crawl in first before he slides in after me. I roll over on my side so I can face him and breathe deeply, slowly breathing out through my nose. Even in the dark I can see all the creases in his forehead, lines left there by worry and work and made worse when he pulls his brows together like he’s doing now. I smile and reach out to smooth my fingers over the space between his eyebrows, trying to get him to relax. The tension in his face slowly subsides and I watch as his entire body begins to relax. Happy with the result, I slowly move closer to Matt, curling into his chest.

Matt reaches out and pulls me flush against his body and gently cards his fingers through my hair. He sighs and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead before resting his forehead against mine. With the sounds of traffic in the city streets and Matt’s soft breathing, I feel myself nodding off. I feel safe.

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The Captain’s Yeoman (Chapter 3)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Summary: The Enterprise finds itself in a sticky situation with an alien ship, tensions run high and certain feelings are difficult to ignore.

Pairing: Jim Kirk x OC

Warnings: language.

a/n: only angst and a bit of peril in this one, and as promised a bit longer! The danger will amp up in the coming chapters, just trying to establish character before throwing any mortal peril into the mix.

Words: 2,200

Three weeks had passed since the ‘incident’, which was merely a matter of mistaken identity. The enemy ship thought the Enterprise belonged to a rival civilisation and threatened to obliterate the ship and crew. Jim had managed to broker a treaty with the alien captain and established a new relationship between the Federation and their assailant. It was moments such as this when the crew shined; Jim looked on with pride as Uhura quickly programmed the translator to decipher speech patterns, he was proud to watch his crew buzz about the bridge constantly chattering and fearlessly carrying on their duties in the face of danger. He was tired, his head was starting to pound with stress and alcohol, but he was happy.

Jim issued a yellow alert upon entering the bridge, Amelia watched the light flashing above her door for four hours until it was turned off. She knew she should sleep, her shift started as early as the Captains, but if Jim was staying awake all night so was she.

“Good afternoon Yeoman” Kirk smiled as he saw you enter the bridge and walk towards his chair.

“Afternoon Captain” Amelia smiled back, “The biochemical team managed to synthesize a serum to counteract that rash the away team picked up on Nestea. They need you to sign off on it before sending it to Doctor McCoy.” She said passing him the PADD to sign the document which glowed on the glass interface.

“Oh thank god, if I had to deal with Lieutenant Carr complaining about being itchy one more time I’d’ve ejected myself into that” Doctor McCoy announced from where he was standing behind Mr Spock, pointing forcefully through the viewing screen to the darkness beyond.

Amelia couldn’t help but laugh as she turned to see him return to his usual stoic self, but not before he winked at her betraying his true feelings towards the matter.

Amelia Park liked and respected Leonard McCoy, he worked impossibly long shifts in the medbay and still managed to remain sane. Many of the new crew members were scared of him, and rightly so, he didn’t appreciate the ensigns’ fresh out of the academy coming to him every 5 minutes for burning their tongues on the replicated food. The more experienced members of the Enterprise knew the truth, go to him with a problem (a real problem) and he’d help, even if he didn’t have a complete solution, he always knew the right thing to say or do. Underneath all his grumpy, sarcastic bravado was a kind and brilliant man. She occasionally had to run down to medbay to get something for Jim or some medical record or other for an away team selection, and whenever she did he made sure to check she was coping with “Jim and all his shit”.

Jim handed back the PADD and half turned towards the doctor and said “well, have fun Bones, it’s all yours” before turning back and smiling up at Amelia.

That smile could put a thousand suns to shame. It wasn’t the most perfect smile, but it was his, and it could light up even the darkest of rooms. Amelia smiled back before bidding him goodbye and retreating to the turbolift. The doors swooshed open and she stepped inside, taking a second to exhale deeply before pressing the button for deck 5. She wished beyond belief that Kirk smiling at her wasn’t the highlight of her day, or his off-hand comments about her hair looking nice in a certain style didn’t make her stomach flutter. It was stupid, he was her Captain, and he would never consider her in any other way than his Yeoman, his crew.

“It’s hard” the doctor said quietly from behind her, pressing the button for his deck, “and I know it hurts” he continued as the turbolift hummed to life around them, blue lights beginning to flash by as they began their descent. “Being on this ship for so long, with the same people, there’s always gonna be times like this. You can talk to me about it you know, I’m not as up his ass as he thinks I am. I’m here for you, as your friend” Leonard spoke with a soft tone, his southern accent soothing against the harsh surroundings.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Yeah you do, if you’re ever done denying it you know where I am” he said as the doors of the turbolift opened to reveal a white corridor.

“Thank you Doctor. Have a good day” Amelia returned, grateful for his words- even if she was trying to ignore the truth behind them. Deck 5 beckoned her and she stepped out of the lift.

Jim Kirk had a bad reputation when it came to women, when he was younger he loved to drown out all the chaos with a bottle of whiskey and any woman who gave him a chance. Now he was older, wiser, but the insecurities persisted.

Three months ago she introduced herself with a firm handshake and a shy smile. He was worried that having a female Yeoman would make people talk… the way people always talked. But she was incredible; she never looked at him with that accusatory gaze, never judged him for the amount of coffee he asked for. In truth, he was never happier than when she was at his side chatting about nothing in particular.

Amelia didn’t see him like he saw her, it took him everything he had not to betray the way he really felt. He would just have to suck it up and get on with it, she saw him as her boss, her Captain and nothing more.

Amelia was putting the finishing touches to yet another mundane report when the Enterprise suddenly shook, sending her half full glass of water all over the table and neatly stacked papers to the floor. The red alert light and Jim’s voice over the intercom announced the ship was under attack and that all decks were to remain on standby. Amelia swore and rushed to find a towel to mop up the water, to stop it before it spilt over the edge and onto the floor.

Her communicator beeped from its usual place by the computer. Flipping it open with one hand and furiously mopping the table with the other she signalled the caller to go ahead.

“Yeoman, you are required on the bridge” Jim’s voice rang out, strained and short. Another jolt rocked the Enterprise and the communicator cut out.

Jumping to action, Amelia pulled on her standard issue boots, pausing to look in the mirror. It wasn’t the time, she was well aware, but it was habit. She straightened up her standard issue red dress and smoothed down her strays hairs to her regulation hair style, took a deep breath to steel herself and walked out the door, grabbing her PADD on the way.

The corridor was a chaotic mess. Red shirted security guards were running around shouting orders and crew members were rushing to their emergency stations. The turbo lift was crowded and loud as crew filed in and out at each deck. Amelia spotted McCoy step into the lift but he was too far away for more communication than a nod hello. Eventually the lift was empty but for Amelia and the Doctor, neither had got more from Jim than the summoning call minutes before. Both agreed it was serious. She had never heard Jim sound that serious even though it was the third red alert she’d experienced on the Enterprise. As the doors to the bridge opened, they could see why.

Through the viewing screen, not one but two enormous ships could be seen dwarfing the Enterprise. They were a dark brown colour with a rough looking exterior, only two lights shone from them like a pair of huge eyes - and they were staring at the Enterprise.

Jim was in deep conversation with a yellow shirted lieutenant, probably discussing the material properties of the ships which lay before them. Mr Spock stared intensely at the data reeling across his screen. Uhura sat listening intently, flicking through the channels, occasionally attempting and apparently failing to establish contact.

“Holy shit that’s a problem and a half” McCoy mumbled walking hesitantly onto the bridge, staring at the ships through the viewing screen.

“That is definitely a problem” Amelia replied following him as he walked towards the Captain’s chair.

The ‘eyes’ were unsettling, it felt as if they stared into Amelia’s very soul. Ever present, never blinking (which of course they couldn’t on account of being a result of artificial light) and very unnerving.

Amelia and McCoy stood there in stunned silence as the bridge bustled around them.

“Yeah, tell me about it” Jim said, walking up beside his two friends, “If either of you know what to do right now I’d really appreciate it” he continued, frowning. “No one can make any sense of it, least of all me… Uhura has hailed them a dozen times and nothing, the structure of the ship is something we’ve never encountered - even the material they use is completely alien. They’ve fired on us twice and we can’t figure out where from or why.”

“Have you tried warping away from it?” McCoy offered, Amelia wasn’t sure if he was serious or not - it appeared to her to be a valid suggestion.

“Yeah, but no matter which direction we head in, no matter what speed, they stay exactly there, that close all the time. I don’t get it” Kirk answered perfectly seriously with more than a hint of frustration.

“Have you fired back?” Amelia asked, unable to take her eyes from the ships floating ominously in front of the Enterprise.

“Tempted but not sure it’ll do anything but piss them off” Kirk allowed himself to smile for the first time since the situation began. His friends were beside him and in the bustle and chaos of everything they remained calm. “Bones, I just wanted you to see what we’re handling here just so you’re prepared down in medbay I guess”

“Too kind Jim, speaking of I better get back and inform the nurses to brace for impact. Comm me if anything changes” McCoy replied before turning away and returning to the turbolift, a look of apprehension played on his face. He was scared, but he had work to do.

“Can you stick around? Might just need you to run places for me before this is over.”

“Just a normal day for me then” Amelia replied, laughing.

“Yeah I guess so” Kirk said quietly, smiling to himself as he returned to his chair.

3 hours later the red light was still flashing. The situation had moved past confusion and was now irritating. The light was irritating, the ominous ships were irritating, and the ever growing panic was irritating. One red shirt lieutenant had to be relieved of his duties after a loud outburst of frustration. Jim’s temper was becoming shorter and shorter. He’d snapped at Uhura, he’d snapped at Spock, he’d snapped at nearly everyone on the bridge, and it really wasn’t helping the tense atmosphere.

Jim sat with his head in his hands, exhausted and frustrated, when Amelia stepped up beside him.

“Captain? Jim? I got you some coffee, thought you might need it… do you want it?” she asked hesitantly, wary of his current state.

Jim smiled into his hands, she was the first person in hours to speak to him like a normal person. She was also right, he did need a coffee. He sat up and accepted the steaming mug with thanks.

“Tell me what you think Yeoman” Kirk took a sip of coffee and looked up to his Yeoman, who offered him a warm, understanding smile.

“I can’t make sense of it Captain, but I still stand by what I said before”

“You mean shoot at it?”

“Yeah…” Amelia said sheepishly, it wasn’t her place to tell Jim what to or what not to do but he had asked after all.

“I think you’re right Yeoman. God I really hope this doesn’t backfire” Kirk resolved handing Amelia the half-finished cup of coffee.

5 minutes later, Uhura opened a ship-wide channel and Kirk’s voice rang out across the ship.

“Crew of the Enterprise. For the last 4 hours, we have been under threat from an unidentifiable entity. All possible routes of a non-conflict resolution have failed and communication has been unsuccessful. My intention is to elicit a response from them using force. Brace for impact. Kirk Out”

“Fire when ready Mr Sulu”

The bridge was quiet, the gentle humming and noises of the computers a welcome change from the chaos of the hours before. Every person on the bridge held their breath, everyone on the ship joined them. Kirk’s knuckles were white from the tightness of his grip on the arms of his chair. Amelia placed a hand on the back of the Captain’s chair to steady herself. An empty, sickly feeling settled on her stomach. Mr Sulu took a deep breath and released a single phaser blast towards the alien ships.

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