Matthew Murdock was fucked. He was caught in a trap, and this time he couldn't escape. Something was incredibly wrong,

Dressed in his red devil suit, he had taken down a human trafficking ring with white knuckled fists and a pit in his stomach. He could still smell the lingering terror in the air as he stepped over a pummeled body.

The smell of blood, water, and gunpowder accommodated the unconscious man. Tuning in, Matt tilted his head to listen to the man's heartbeat. His anxiety was replaced with guilt as he listened to the slow but present, thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump.

It only took him another moment before he located something different.

Another heartbeat.

His back muscles tensed as their eyes landed on him. Even breathing and a steady beating heart. Footsteps walked in pace with their beats, the sounds getting closer as the mysterious person moved towards him.

They were calm. Almost too calm.

They stopped a few paces behind him, muscles tense as if they were preparing to attack. Wanting to avoid any more conflict and stop the flow of blood that would surely cause blood loss, Matt spoke up first.

"I don't want to fight you." His voice rolled off his tongue in a gruff tone and an octave deeper than how he typically spoke. "You should leave."

Silence. Nothing.

For a moment, Matt questioned if they had even heard him. There was no change in heartbeat or breathing. They smelled of chemicals and blood, and someone else's considering the mystery person was not injured.

He turned to face them but stopped at the click of a gun. Matt froze, blood running cold because he hadn't noticed. How, he had no clue.

They inhaled deeply before their finger twitched. Daredevil leaped out of the way as the bullets rained on him.

He grunted as one grazed a weak point in his armor. He was already exhausted from the group of goons, who had already landed multiple hits. He was sloppy and it was about to cost him his life.

"You don't have to do this!" He called over his shoulder.

The bullets stopped at his words. More clicking. Reloading. Fuck.

Matt was quick in his attempt to disarm them, but so were they. Maybe even faster. Matt threw a punch next, which was easily blocked. They kick out their leg, landing on a particularly painful open wound.

He grunted as the wind picked up and forced him to stumble. Next was the rain and.... buzzing? Keeping focus on that, he noticed it was coming from the person trying to kill him.

The same one who was walking toward him and had discarded the gun for a jagged knife. They were cold and lacked body heat. It reminded him of someone who had caught hypothermia.

Moving into a defensive stance, he raised his fists, but before he could continue the storm of limbs, something thick hit him on the temple.

He fell to the ground with a groan. The rain, which had escalated quickly, caused droplets mixed with his blood to roll inside his mouth as he took rugged breaths.

He had only lifted himself into a push-up stance when a foot pushed him back into the ground. Not onto, into. He could practically taste the grime and other disgusting minerals he didn't want to mention on his tongue. He winced and fought back when they dropped their weight on him.

Straddling his back while keeping him pinned, they leaned down, lips brushing his ear. Whether he shivered because of the touch or cold rain during New Yorks winter was unclear.

"Mission complete."

And then everything went dark.

Matt Murdock × mutant reader
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