A/N- Hey everyone! Here is part one to my mini series 'The devil was once (his) angel'

I am extremely excited to post part one because I have been working hard on some of the other parts of this story, so I hope you enjoy, and don't hesitate to leave feedback! I seriously love it when I see comments on my stories <3

Enjoy everyone!

Word count: 3375

Warnings: None

𝟏: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥."

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳."

-Matt Murdock and Y/n Y/L/N

+

+

+

+

20 years ago

You and Matt walked side by side, taxi's honking around you both as you maneuvered yourself past groups of people. The sun beamed down on you both, creating small beads of sweat on your heads. 

"Why would anyone ever want to live here?" Matt asked, looking around. "This place is a dump. Everyone is always mad at someone, it's always noisy, and it just...sucks."

You pulled your backpack up your shoulders as you kicked a stray pebble on the concrete.

"People think if they move here then that means they become famous." You said, "Or that's at least what my sister told me."

"I say as soon as me and you are old enough, we leave." Matt said, looking over at you. "Where do you want to go?"

You shrugged, "I don't know...I like California I guess." You looked at Matt, "Plus if we live there we can go to Disneyland everyday, and then after Disneyland we can go to the beach." You smiled.

"That does sound fun." Matt admitted, "Can we get a dog? I've always wanted a dog but my dad won't let me get one. He said I'm not responsible enough for one." He pouted.

"And a fish." You nodded your head, "I want a fish."

"Having a fish and living on the beach is cruel." Matt laughed, "Your just showing the fish what they're missing out on."

"That's true." You pointed, your attention getting drawn away by the sight of a semi truck driving into the middle of the street. Your head cocked as sounds of people screaming and yelling erupted through the area around you both.

"Matt, I think we should move." You said panicked, stepping back as you walked towards the alleyway.

Matt stayed in the same spot on the concrete as he watched an elderly man cross the road. The man stood in the middle of the road, his face full of fear as the car edged closer. 

Matt rushed out into the middle of the street, dropping his backpack on the floor.

"Matt!" You screamed, trying to rush after him as a pair of hands grabbed you, keeping you back from the street.

"No honey you need to stay here, okay?" A middle aged women said, holding you back. The sound of crashing items filled the air as sirens rushed closer to the scene. The woman's eyes showed signs of panic as she yelled out. "Someone call 9-1-1! A kid just got hit!"

You pushed past the woman's arms as she screamed out for you. You saw Matt on the floor, his eyes opened as he faced the sky and cried out in panic.

"Matt!" You yelled, rushing over. "Matt are you okay?" You questioned, sirens drawing closer.

"M- My eyes-" He cried, "They hurt- I- I can't see." He said panicked. "I can't see!"

Matt's father rushed from behind you, calling out your name.

"Y/n!" Jack yelled. "What happened?"

"I- I don't know." You cried, stepping out of the way as Jack crouched down to the ground. "A car came out of know where and then for some reason Matt ran out into the middle of the street." You lifted your hands to your mouth. "Is he gonna be okay?" You questioned as you cried.

Jack looked around, toxins had been spilt on the ground and where fizzing up around Matt.

"Shit." Jack panicked, "Matty don't open your eyes, okay?"

"W-what? Why?" Matt cried. "Dad I'm scared, I can't see!"

"Y/n, go get the paramedics. Tell them he has chemical's in his eyes." Jack said, turning his head at you.

You nodded, rushing off towards the directions of the sirens that where blaring around you.

Present time

Most people say if you spend enough time somewhere, that place starts to feel like home. Yet, after spending multiple nights at the 29th precinct,  you still hated it. The sounds, the smell, the lighting, everything about this place was hell to you.

"You beat him up until he was bleeding, bruised, and half dead." Detective Knight argued.

"Its pronounced a citizens arrest."

"It's pronounced almost killing a guy, y/n."

You scoffed as you turned your head in the other direction. Your hands where tightly cuffed to the table in front of you as the lights from the interrogation room shone down on your face, creating a shadow of your figure on the table and floor.

"It was a domestic violence call, it was him or his wife. I chose to punch the wife beater." You argued as Misty paced from wall to wall with her hands on her hips.

"It doesn't work like that, Y/n." Misty said, stopping as she placed her hands down on the interrogation table. "Listen, you know damn well I appreciate the work you do. But other people? They think of you as just another vigilante who's gonna tear this city down with them."

You eyed Misty as she kept speaking, knowing she was right. People hated vigilante's after everything with The Punisher and The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen. To them, you where just another wanna-be Avenger that ran around in spandex and a mask. 

"Your a good person, and hell you do a really good job keeping Harlem safe. But not everyone sees you like that." Misty had a sorrowful look on her face as she lowered her voice. "With the way things are going, your next stop will be Federal Prison, or worse The Raft." She continued speaking. "I've done what I can to keep you from that, but I can't covering your ass. You have three people pressing charges against you."

You let out a sigh of disappointment as your eyes hung low. You where absolutely exhausted, and at this point, making decisions that where crucial to the rest of your life was not in your agenda. Sleep on the other hand, that was.

"So what do I do?" You questioned.

"Well, hire yourself a hell of a good lawyer would be the first option." Misty shrugged, "From there you go to court, and hopefully don't get sent to jail."

"Hopefully don't get sent to jail?" You questioned, leaning further against the table. "Hopefully?"

"Yeah hopefully." Misty responded, her words full of sass. "I've done all I can do. Now it's your turn to fight for yourself."

You groaned, throwing your head back. "Even if I wanted to do that, I can't afford a fucking lawyer. I can't even afford to pay my rent, Misty." You sneered. 

"Try a pro-bono lawyer." Misty shrugged with her arms crossed over her chest.

"You think any pro-bono lawyer is gonna wanna fight for me?" You questioned. "I'm gonna be a detriment to their career."

Misty walked over to the corner of the room, grabbing a book from a small table. She threw it down on the table in front of you as she flipped to the page filled with names of different law firms.

"Pick one, I'll call them." Misty said as she stood up fully. "You've never given up before, and I'm sure as hell not gonna let you give up now."

You exhaled as you looked up at Misty, your eyes moving down slowly to the book in front of you as you read over a list of different firms. After searching the entire page, your eyes landed on one in particular.

Nelson and Murdock: Attorney's At Law

You groaned to yourself, realizing this was probably the only shot you had at getting a lawyer who would actually listen to you. Although you and Matt hadn't spoken since you where in college, you knew this was your only option. At some point he had to get over everything, right?

With a small sliver of hope in mind, you pointed your finger down to the name as you looked up at Misty.

"I want this one."

-++++++++-

Nestled into silk sheets, Matt Murdock heard his phone ringing with Foggy's name echoing throughout his room.

"Damnit." Matt groaned, holding his side which had been bruised the night before. He moved his hand, pressing the accept button on the call as Foggy's voice called out from the device.

"Morning sunshine." Foggy said as he walked down the streets of Hell's Kitchen, wearing a smile as he spoke to his friend. "It's 9am and we my friend, have a client."

Matt groaned once again as he sat up, making Foggy make a 'oooh' noise.

"Is there a lady in bed with you?" Foggy questioned, his voice lowering. "Is it that chick from the bar last night?" He quickly stopped Matt from speaking. "Actually I don't want to know." He quickened his words. "Okay I do, is it her? And if so, was she any good?"

Matt shook his head, "Uh yeah it's her." He lied. "And she was...rough." He referred to the beaten bruises that covered his body.

"Yikes...well I guess they're the best ones right?" He questioned, quickly changing the subject. "Well anyway, like I was saying, we have a client."

"By the sound of your voice I'm guessing it's a good client." Matt said, standing from his bed as he padded to his closet, picking out a shirt and pants to go with it.

"Very. Well hopefully." Foggy questioned his judgement. "She's a vigilante."

Matt's heartbeat quickened. "A vigilante huh? And why exactly is this a good thing?" He questioned as he got dressed.

"Well, if we win this case we will most likely end up on the news for being one of the first lawyers to ever defend a vigilante superhero in Hell's Kitchen." Foggy stated. "Plus, you remember what happened when we defended Frank Castle. We got about twenty new clients within an hour, all asking for the lawyers who saved Frank from prison."

"True." Matt said, still not fully convinced. "So, what do you want me to do? Meet you at the station?"

"The Harlem one actually." Foggy said, sounding almost surprised. "Weird I know, but I guess we where requested specifically by the client."

"And do we have a name on this said client?" Matt asked as he threw his jacket over his shoulders.

"Nope." Foggy said. "But you'll find out when you get there I guess." He shrugged. "I have a meeting with another client at the same time so when I get done I'll check and see if your still at the station. If you are I can just head down there."

"Got it." Matt said, hanging up his phone.

Matt thought about the idea of dealing with yet another vigilante. Although Frank did get them good publicity, one false move and Frank could have exposed Matt's identity to the world. Sure this said vigilante didn't know who he was, but he was still nervous about the possibility that his worst nightmare could come true.

Little did he know, one of his nightmares was about to become his client.

-++++++++-

You sat in the chair of the interrogation room, staring blankly at the wall.

Your eyes wandered over to the guard who was standing on the opposite side of the room. His eyes where focused directly on you as he stared you down intently, with a mixture of fear added into it.

"You can blink if you want, I'm not gonna do anything." You said in a 'duh' tone. The guard still stared at you, not moving one bit. "Fine, you do what you want." You said, lifting your hands defensively off the table as much as you could with the cuffs on.

Silence stuck in the interrogation room until you began talking again. "Can I be honest with you, Gerald?" You asked, the guards face still stuck the same way it was before. "I don't know if your name is Gerald, but from the many times we've been in the same room, I've deemed you as Gerald."

Still no movement.

"I'm kinda nervous about Matt seeing me again." You let out a disappointed noise. "Er- he can't even see me- Let me rephrase that-" You paused. "I'm nervous about seeing him."

No movement.

"Last time I saw him we where both graduating from Columbia university. That was also the same night we broke up." You said, disappointment hidden in your tone. "Ever since then we haven't talked. Last I heard he was saving that Frank Castle guy, other then that I haven't heard a single word about him."

No movement once again.

"But either way, I need a lawyer and he's pro-bono." You shrugged. "Maybe he'll give me the 'I used to fuck you' discount." You laughed at your own joke, looking over to the guard who had a small smile growing on his lips.

You pointed at him with your hands still cuffed to the table. "Aha! Gotcha!"

Just as you finished speaking, the door busted open, and right behind it came Matt's face.

"Am I in the right room?" Matt questioned.

"Yep." A devilish grin overcoming your face as you saw the change in expression in Matt's face. "Oh come on, don't act like you aren't a little excited to see me?" You smiled. "Oh sorry, let me rephrase, hear me." You corrected yourself.

"You gotta be shitting me." Matt mumbled to himself, turning his head in the direction of the guard. "Can we get the room to ourselves please?" Matt asked, still shaken up about the fact you where his soon to be client.

The guard nodded, just as he moved past Matt and out the door, closing it behind him.

"Is this some sort of joke, y/n?" Matt questioned, walking over to the table as he placed his briefcase down on top of it.

"Boy do I wish." You scoffed. "But no it's not, it's really me." You smiled, amused by Matt's expression.

"I should have known." Matt said as he sat down.

"Known what?"

"That your dumbass would end up in jail." Matt said as he opened the file that was left for him, specifically in braille. "Three counts of assault and battery, breaking and entering, and-" Matt scoffed, "Attempted murder? Really, attempted murder?"

"Are you always this big of a dick to your clients, or is it just me?" You questioned.

"Just the ones who are vigilante's being charged with attempted murder." Matt snapped back, leaning against the table.

You scoffed, "Really you want to start that with me?" You leaned against the table, your voice lowering. "Don't bullshit me, Matt. I know who you are. Your the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, or whatever they call you."

"How the hell do you know that?" Matt questioned with some panic in his voice.

"I put two and two together. It's not often you find a blind boxer running around Hell's Kitchen like a Russian gymnast." You said in a 'duh' tone. "Besides, your ass looks the same." You smirked. "Well almost," you shrugged, "You've been working on that daredumpy of yours recently?"

"I knew you would still be the same bitch you where before." Matt said, standing up as he grabbed his bag, heading for the door.

"Wait." You called out in an apologetic tone, making him stop and turn back. "I'm sorry, okay? I won't say anything about your other identity or your ass if you just stay." You said. "I need a lawyer. And I need a hell of a good one." You paused, rolling your eyes. "Please, Matt."

Matt didn't speak for a minute, instead he just sighed to himself and put his head down.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this." He groaned, pressing his hands to his temples. Matt lifted his head from his hands, walking over to the seat as he pulled it out, taking a seat. "Before we start this, we need to set some rules."

You rolled your eyes, "God, your such a lawyer."

"One," Matt pointed one finger up. "After this ends, you never contact me ever again. No phone calls, no asking me to help you get out of jail, no text messages, nothing." He lifted another finger. "Two. You keep my other life a secret. I don't care how pissed off you get with me, that remains a secret."

"You got like a handbook for this shit or something?" You questioned.

"And three." He lifted another finger. "This remains strictly professional. I don't want you asking me any questions about my life, trying to get close to me, or bringing our past up." He paused, "Deal?"

"Deal." You nodded. "Now tell me, how bad is my case?" You questioned.

"Very bad." Matt nodded, "Most likely your going to end up in jail by the end of this." He said as he read through your file with his hands.

"Wow." You raised your eyebrows sarcastically. "Your just an optimistic ray of sunshine aren't you? I see life hasn't treated you well the past nine years."

"What did I say about bringing up our past?" Matt said, lifting his head from the file, scolding you. "How long have you been a private investigator?"

You where already annoyed by his manner. "Five years."

"And that was around the same time you became a vigilante?" Matt questioned.

"I hate that word, vigilante." You said with a sour face.

"Well that's what you are." Matt shrugged.

You sighed angrily. "Fine, yes that was around the same time I became a vigilante." You paused, "Exactly three months after."

"Why did you do it?" Matt questioned.

"Next question."

"Are you always this big of an ass to people who are trying to help you?" Matt questioned. "I need to know why you started this vigilante life of yours."

You scoffed. "You forget I went to law school too. You don't need to know this shit, you just want to know for your own pleasure." You paused, your words becoming venomous. "Next question."

Matt didn't speak for a moment. He leaned against the table, his voice becoming low. "What do you think is going to happen to you after all this?" He questioned.

You scoffed again. "I don't know Murdock, I'm not really focused on that right now."

"I wanna know." Matt said, irritated. "Cause I'm not gonna help someone who is just going to go back to the same reckless shit they did before."

"Don't." You pointed, your hands still cuffed to the table.

"Don't what? Be reasonable about my decision to support a reckless mess?"

You felt your heart drop. "What happened to not bringing up our past?"

"I'm not." Matt argued.

"But you are." You snapped. "And your bringing it up in a really fucked up way." You paused, "Did you treat that other guy like this? Frank Castle, did you treat him like this? An actual killer, did you treat him like this?"

Matt didn't respond.

You leaned forward on the table. "You see Murdock, this is the difference between you and I." You said. "You are so damn focused on your past, that you can't take your head out of your ass for one second and see that things have changed." You spat. "Call me reckless, call me a mess, call me whatever the hell you want, I don't give a shit." You paused, "Just don't get mad at me over something you ended."

Matt didn't speak, and for once he felt somewhat bad for how he acted. It had been nine years, and things could have changed. To him though, he just didn't think about that.

To him you where still the same girl he's known since he was three, who used to blast Billy Joel religiously, who used to buy herself tulips because they where her favorite flower, and who was never set on what she wanted in her life.

You where his first love.

And he still felt resentment for how it ended.

"So if your gonna be an ass to me, then get out." Your tone was much less aggressive, and more hurt as you spoke. "I'll find myself a different lawyer. One that won't treat me like shit just because they don't know how to move on."

Just as you finished speaking and where waiting for a reaction, Foggy opened the door to the room, wearing a breathless smile.

"Oh finally I found you!" He said, closing the door behind him as he finally turned his head to face you, his eyes instantly widening as he looked between you and Matt.

You all remained silent as Matt kept his head down, still pondering over what you said. Your eyes moved to Foggy as he awkwardly stood in the middle of the room, just eyeing you and Matt.

"Well look at this." Foggy said awkwardly, "College reunion." He said with a small chuckle, an obviously awkward one.

You all remained quiet until Foggy spoke again.

"So uh Matt..are we taking the case?" Foggy questioned.

Matt lifted his head, listening to your breathing and heartbeat as the question lingered in the room. Finally after taking a small breath, Matt moved his gaze in your direction, answering Foggy with a straight expression.

"We're taking it."

A/n- This is part one to the mini series I am writing! Hope you enjoyed this first part <3