27. truth

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I got myself a motel, closing the blinds, using a fake name to get one. I was in the dark room all by myself. I can hear police sirens, people arguing from my room. Sasha wasn't coming with my things until 2 more days. I sat on the bed, crying as I remembered what I said to Matt.

With the two days I have left, i need to make one more stop, since I wasn't coming back. I got my nicest clothes and heels, brushed my hair and head to the prison Fisk was being held in. I need to talk to him. After what he did. Before I headed out, i head to the bridge. My phone screen lit up as I got my 20th text from River and my 25th call from Matt. As the phone turned off, I tossed the phone off and watched it fall and hit the water, now lost forever.

I walked into the prison with Fisks lawyer by my side as they made me go through a scanner before talking to him. They ran a metal detector over me and it went off.

"College, I was drunk." They dropped the scanner and made me move along.

"Mr. Fisk asked me to tell you not to say a word to anyone about your chat. Lets not be messy." We walked through the halls, men rattling the cell doors, whistling. "Lets be clear on that."

"Who am I going to tell? I have nobody." A man whistles and stick his arm out. "Wanna hold my hand?" I held his hand and did a cartwheel. His arm snaps. We went through many doors and i saw Fisk sitting down in a room alone. His lawyer left him and I. Nobody else was there. He really out did himself. He made this place his bitch.

"Hello Devon." He said to me. He was chained. "How have you been?"

"Peachy, you know." I sit back, crossing my arms. "Looks like you got comfy real fast."

"Your lovely boyfriend Matt Murdock stopped by." I sat up. Why in hell would he do that? "We had a lovely chat him and I."

"Hes not my boyfriend." I growled.

"Thats not why you're here to talk to me." He leans back on his chair. "You haven't been caught, so why are you here?"

"My mother and River were questioned by the police about you." I frowned at him. "You promised me that they will not get involved with any of this. Sooner or later my mother will know about my father."

"I did my part. I guess the police just-"

"You promised!" I slammed my hands on the table. "You did this. My mother has been getting suspicious, she's cant have this on her shoulders."

"I can't be everywhere at once Devon." I started to breathe in heavily. "I dont know what you expect from me."

"Your word!"

"You haven't gotten caught! They don't know what you and your father has done! I did my part!" He yelled at me back.

"Not all of it!" I stood up, looking down at him. I cracked my neck and cooled down. "Vanessa." He looks at me. "She's out of the country, i know she wants to come back, because i know where she is." I sat back down. "Listen to me very closely Fisk." I leaned in closer. "I will use everything I have trained to do to make sure Vanessa will not come back here. You will let my family live in peace, say nothing about my father, and you tell me who killed him. And if you dont, you have messed with the wrong person. Because what you didn't realize was who you hired and that I've killed more people than I've already been accused of. If you ever cross me, i will go to wherever they are holding her and kill her myself." I smiled for a bit. "And maybe, have you watch from here. Because I keep my promises." Wilson breaks his chains and attacks me. I reached for my knife but I couldn't stab him. No. Not this again. I couldn't hurt him. Fisk grabbed my shirt, bangs my head on the table two times and pulls me to him.

"Dont you ever speak of her!" I tried to pull him off. "Yes, a black widow. A widow who cant kill one person."

"How are you doing this?!" I pushed his face away from me. "It cant be!"

"You just dont got the nerve! You're so naive and what you don't realize that you are the real monster here. You have your father killed. You! Ever since you came back to New York, you brought your bloody trail and they got pulled into it."

"You will regret this!"

"I will have you watch everyone you love die as I have my men kill them. You will not be able to stop them. You will watch and remember the times in the red room where they made you kill innocent people. You are not innocent Devon Hobbs. No matter what you do to be prefect, your past will never go away." He starts to choke me. I hit his arms, making him to stop. He pushes me to the wall and with one hand, he pulls up and I dangled there. "Matt Murdock, Gen and River Hobbs will see the real you." He lets me go and i held my neck. "You really thought you can get to me? You are mine." My face turns white and the doors opened.

"Times up Ms. Hobbs." I quickly got up and made no contact to Fisk as I stumbled my way out of the prison and headed back to my motel. I sat on the hard bed and iced my neck. How did he do that? Why wasn't I able to hurt him? What did he do?

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I headed to my place to grab one more item before I left. It was the photo of me and Matt during Halloween. I smiled down and stuffed it in my bag. The door opens and Matt walks in. We both froze.

"You're back." He clears his throat.

"Just picking a few things before I leave for good." I also cleared my throat. I walked past him but he touched my hand. I missed his touch. "Dont do this please."

"Before you leave, i want to tell you something." He whispers to me. I sat on the velvet couch, looking up at the man i love. He walks into my room and pulls out a box. "The late nights, the days i come back all beaten up, the lies, it wasn't fair. I didn't mean to lie to you. I was trying to keep you safe. With Fisk knowing your family, Kazi being a bad guy, all I could think is, I can't have them hurt you." He plays with the edges of the box. "I didn't want to keep this from you. But Devon, i love you. You are everything to me. My light." He picks up something and waits. "I shouldn't have shut you out." I gulped. He pulls out the item and shows it to me. "Im Daredevil." My jaw dropped, in shock. He can't be.

"Matt..." he stops me. He puts the helmet down and reaches for my cheek. A tear falls down. This has to be fake. He cant be him.

"You are the reason why I keep fighting. I would never hurt you." I placed my hand on his, slowly taking it off.

"Matthew." I gulped. "Im sorry." He shakes his head. He tilts his head. I should've known. "Im the Red Widow." My accent slips. He paused, but doesn't let me go. "Everything I said was real, i was kidnapped, but instead of being on my own, they trained me to become a killer, I later escaped and worked with Fisk to get answers to my fathers death."

"Thats why I couldn't hear your heartbeat." He touches my face. "Devon-"

"I almost killed you!" I quickly stood yo as I realized what could've happened. "Im not good Matt."

"Yes you are. You showed me. You are good. Devon, you're not a monster they say you are." He touched my cheek. "All of things I said, forget about it. You changed."

"Because of you. I wanted to be good for you. You had made me realize that all of this wasn't bad. I trust you. But, now, I have to go. My past, the man behind the red room, he's back for me."

"The russians who tried to look for you, their part of that?" I hummed. "I can help you."

"You cant. What you're not getting Matt, is that we are trained to perfection. We are not that easy to be killed like Nobu or the Irish. You try to do that, you just signed up for your deathbed. That is why I have to leave. They know who you are. If they get to you, I will not forgive myself."

"I won't make it easy for them."

"Promise me you will not follow me, you will not go after them." I grabbed his face. "Promise me Matthew, please." He stayed silent but he gave me a nod. "I love you." I kissed one last night and left. Just before I closed the door, I wanted to say one more thing. "Forgive me for what ive done."

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I was on a roof, letting New York sink in. I will miss being here. Leaving everything behind again. Im doing the right thing. They cant be sucked into my life because of me. I have to do this alone.

"No one leaves until she's dead." I heard a Russian accent from behind me. I closed my eyes. "Devon Hobbs." I turned to the 10 Widows.

"Before you do that, I'm willing to go back to the red room, do it all over again. Ive learned my lesson." They seemed like I was lying. I wasn't. I showed off my black suit. "Take me." One Widow shot her widow bites at me and I fell back. They stood around me. "You don't believe me? Fine." I took out batons. "Who's first?" One by one came at me. I swung, kicked, punched my way but someone came in and helped me.

"Get him!" I kicked her leg and saw who it was. Matt. I pulled him for cover as the widows used their guns.

"Are you insane!" I yelled at him. "You are going to get yourself killed!"

"Im not letting you go back. You and me. Together." He heavily breaths. "You beat them, you stay right?"

"Thats doesn't work. They only way to stop them is to kill them." His head falls. "You hurt them, they come back up like nothing."

"I cant kill them."

"I know, but i will."I sighed. "Its the only way. Im sorry." The shooting stopped. "Whatever you do, don't die." I kissed him and jumped out. "You don't want to do this."

"Oh but we want to." Matt still kneels down, ready to fight, but I need to hold them off.

"You really think you can beat me? I've been killing hundreds before you all were brave enough to hold a gun." I swung my baton, ready. "You all are amateurs. Dreykov was just desperate for new Widows since I left." One got angry and ran to me. I kicked her and threw her against the wall. Matt kicked and tossed the widow's to me, we were down to 8. Matt grabs me and we hid from them. "What?"

"They want you right?" I was confused as he opens the door. "Then they have to fight me first." Without thinking, he pushes me in, closes the door, locking it from the outside. I ran into the door. "I love you Devon." He says through the door.

"Matt No! No!" I banged my hands on the door as i screamed for him. "Stop! No! Open the door now!" I can hear them beating him, Matt trying to keep up. They're going to kill him. I kicked the door repeatedly, slamming my body again and again. I stumbled as the door opened, his stick breaking in half. I ran out to see where he was but they got a hold Matt, and I stopped. "No!" They grabbed me, making me kneel. They were cutting him, tasing him. "Dont hurt him!"

"The baddest widow gone soft? Melina would be disappointed." One grabs my face. "You have no place in the world." I saw them hurting Matt, him yelling in pain.

"He has nothing to do this is. This is between us! Let him go!"

"I think we should kill him, Dreykov did say to kill him. Should we do it slowly so she can watch?" One danced their knife on his cheek.

"Do it." Their faces lit with grins. They stabbed Matt, kicking him and tased him. I screamed as they held me back. I did a flip and started up. 8 widows against one. They saw the look I had, they saw the change. They knew they messed up. It was a bloodbath. My gun was drawn, shooting 3, stabbing 2, strangling two more. The one who stabbed Matt tried to run away but I tased her, flipped her on her back and grabbed my bloody knife, getting on top of her. I forced her head back and slit her throat. No matter how many he sends, I always win. I wiped the blood off my face and turned to Matt. He laid still.

"No! No!" I dropped everything and ran to him. I picked him up and set him on my lap. "Matt! Wake up! Matt!" I shook him. "Please..."

"Devon." He croaks out. I let out a laugh as he woke up. A tear fell down. "They swing harder than Fisk."

"Dont ever do that again." I checked him. "Dont ever die." He knew that I've killed them. He didn't say a word. He knew I killed them. "I had to." He placed his hand on my cheek.

"You okay?"

"I am now." We both stayed there, holding each other. "Im sorry. I didn't want you be involved with my mess. Thats why I left, i cant have them hurt you. I had to do this. I had to kill them. I just want to be good and then they show up, i promised you. Why can I be good-" he kisses me deeply and it calmed me down. I stared into his mask, knowing the brown eyes behind it. "Dont hate me."

"You are good." He whispers to me. "I would never hate you. It would be impossible to hate you."