56. my turn

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We all gathered at Foggys family butcher shop for drinks and food. I felt awkward as everybody was all nice, loving and friendly. Foggys parents were just so sweet, making me feel welcomed.

"Youre Matthew's girl aren't you?" Foggys mom asks me as she hands me a plate of food. I nodded to her. "Are you two just adorable! I bet your kids will be spitting images of you two." I had to stick it out, still hurts to this day.

"We have been talking about children." I blushed. "One day, i wouldn't mind having a little Matthew running around."

"Have a girl, you know to dress her up in pretty dresses and bows."

"Matthew, this is your girl?" Foggys dad pats him on back, pointing at me as I talked to his wife.

"She sure is." He smiles.

"You picked a pretty one." Matt laughs as he gets hit by the dad again, making me laugh. "Shes a keeper."

"He likes you." He says as we made our way to the table.

"Is that a whiskey neat?" I looked at his glass.

"For medicinal purposes." I hummed as I stole it from him. "You want me to get you your own?"

"Oh, this one tastes fine." I took a sip. Matt chuckles, smiling at me.

"Give Matt his drink back, i got your favorite." Foggy come with Karen and slides me a bottle of vodka. I clapped my hands and poured some for me.

"You love me, Matt, you have competition."

"Foggy knows his limits. He knows you belong to me."

"So, I guess you guys heard, Special Agent in Charge Hattley flipped. She corroborated Ray's dying declaration." Karen told us.

"I did hear."

"So, the FBI is getting an enema, and Fisk is... still breathing." We all sighed.

"Yep. Still breathing." I took my shot and poured another one.

"Headed to prison. Again."

"Not exactly what I had in mind."

"You trust that he'll keep his word?"

"I mean, I trust that he loves Vanessa. Long as she's free, he should stay away." I made a decision to not kill Vanessa for two reasons, one, she had nothing to do with me or my dads death, and two, for Matt.

"And if she gets hit by a bus tomorrow?" I leaned back.

"Yeah. Well, then we'll cross that bridge."

"So, how long you gonna stick around?"

"Actually, I was thinking about moving back into my apartment, with my girlfriend." Matt held my hand. Foggy smiles.

"Really?"

"Well, seeing as the bills are paid, I might as well." We all laughed.

"Okay, so hold on. You're going to move back into Matt Murdock's apartment?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just figured he has a healthier life-work balance. And... actual friends. Plus a wonderful girlfriend who has done so much for him, it would be a mistake to let her go."

"Doesn't have a job, though." I said. "He's kind of a lazy guy if i say myself." I smiled behind my glass.

"Semi-decent lawyer, though."

"Ooh... "Semi-decent"? Ouch."

"You do break the law. A lot. And often."

"Objection. Sustained."

"I have a crazy idea. I need a new napkin." Foggy grabs one from the table, taking out a pen from his suit and start jotting down something.

"Well, he's writing something."

"Apparently." Foggy shows us the napkin. Our last names on it. I saw mine on it. I looked down and shook my head. Karen placed her hand over her mouth from the sweet idea of Foggys.

"What? Oh, he just wrote all of our names, didn't he?" Matt placed his hand on my back.

"How can you know that?" Foggy gives up.

"Cause I was thinking the same thing."

"Okay. Okay, guys, I'm not a lawyer." Karen says.

"You're one hell of an investigator." Foggy tells her.

"Yeah, and way more stable than Jessica Jones." Matt added.

"And Devon..." Foggy stops me before I could say anything. "I know that they fired you at Oscorp, screw them by the way, you worked your ass for them, so maybe your nice widow skills can be a big help, what do you say?" I thought about it. It would be nice.

"Why not." They all clapped for me. "All right, so what? What does that mean?"

"We go back to helping people out of a crappy office, getting paid in chickens?"

"I think Theo would let us work out of here, to start."

"At least we'd have a place to sell the chickens." Matt cracks a joke, making us laugh again.

"So what do you think?"

"Why the hell not?"

"To Nelson, Murdock, Hobbs & Page." We raised our glasses.

"Page, Hobbs, Murdock & Nelson." Karens switches it as we clinked our glasses.

"Hang on a minute." Foggy stops.

"That actually has a nice ring to it."

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Matt came with me to come get River. I was anxious and excited to see him again. Matt listened to my heartbeat, he said that it was insane.

"Hes coming." He places a kiss on my cheek.

"I know." We were in a secret place, Natasha is the one dropping River off, so we had to get one because she was still on the run from the government. We heard a motorcycle coming in. It was them. As Natasha stops, River gets off and takes off his helmet. "Youre okay."

"Im okay." We hugged. "Alexei, he's quite a talker."

"Never shuts up."

"Hey, im glad that Fisk is away, we can live in peace. Mom can be okay now." I nodded and he went to Matt, starting to talk with him. I walked up to Natasha as she takes off her helmet to talk to me.

"Youre blonde now." She shows off her new haircut, shorter and platinum blonde.

"You went red head for while back then." She brought back. Not a good look for me. "I heard what happened." I shrugged. "Dreykov and Fisk, im sorry."

"Should've saw it coming."

"You know..." she walks closer to me. "If Fisk wore the cologne that Dreykov used, theres a way to stop him."

"What hold my breath?" Natasha touched my nose, dragging her fingers down the bridge and to the tip.

"Sever the nerve." She pulls away. "Just a suggestion." She gets on her motorcycle.

"Thanks Natasha." I crossed my arms. "Maybe when this whole Sokovia accords stuffs ends, maybe we can all have dinner, you, yelena, river and I, a little siblings night."

"I'll like that." She smiles. "Ill see you soon, little sister. Don't do anything stupid yeah?"

"Like what?" I frowned.

"Have a child." I licked my lips.

"Bye Natasha." Before she left, i had to her again. "Do you mind saying hello to Wanda Maximoff?" I blushed. She rolled her eyes. "Or Thor. Oh! What about Steve Rogers?"

"Goodbye Devon." She drives away. I made my way to the boys and drove River home to go see mom, who also was back. The four of had dinner, finally smiling again with my family. Calm and relaxed, knowing that nothing bad will happen.

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Devon had a plan, she wanted to stick with it. Its been a full month since Fisk was locked up and she wanted to pay him a little visit. She steps in the prison, doing all the security checks and all. She waited in a tiny room, waiting for them to bring Fisk in.

The doors opened, the larger man wobbles in with cuffs on his wrist and ankles. Devon sits up as the guards shoved him to his chair.

"Hello Fisk." She said all sweet. He hums in response. "Hows prison treating you? You look cozy."

"Are you here to mock me?"

"Oh no." She shakes her head. "I came here to tell you that I finally found who kidnapped me and killed them."

"Oh good, about time." Devon smiles down at herself.

"Yeah." Fisk was getting suspicious on why she was smiling so much. "He told me I was sold by a man who work with my father." Fisk sits tall. "Then i found out from a mutual friend, our lovely friend Felix Manning, that this man also had my father killed." Her eyes were now filled with rage. He knew. "I killed everyone who made my life a living hell and im missing on one."

"Devon..." he clears his throat.

"Oh stop it." Devon laughs. "I know its been you." He lets out a shaky sigh. "You sent me away, killed my father, you really think I wasn't going to find out one day? You really thought."

"Your father was-"

"Dont you dare talk about him. He was a great man and you took him from us!" Fisk stands up, slaps her across the face. Devon backs up, holding her jaw. "Seriously? Thats all you got? Its embarrassing. You sent your men to kill me and that didn't work, and now you hit like a child." He hits her again. Devon laughs again. It was making him mad. "Being in the red room for years, that has to be the most weak punch I've ever felt."

"Weak." Fisk punches her again, Devon on now the ground. She licks her lips as she smiles. "You think this is funny?"

"Just a tiny bit."

"I created you. I sent you there so you can work for me when you got out. And now here you are, worlds most dangerous person." He sits back down. Devon gets up, takes off her jacket, tossing it on the table.

"Yes you did." She placed her hands on the table in front of him. "You did create the worlds most dangerous weapon. But you forgot one thing, when Dreykov died, my sister Yelena killed him, there was a way to actually touch him, that was to stop the smell of the cologne he was wearing, you know, the one where nobody can harm him." She looks up at him. "Let me show you what you created." Devon smashes her face on the table, nose broken. "My turn to get even." She slams his head on the table, taking a knife from her pants, stabbing his hand, to make him stay put. He couldn't believe that she was able to hurt him.

"Guards!" She kicks him. He screams for them but they didn't budge. "Help!"

"Take a good look Fisk, why aren't they helping you?" She pulls his head to make him look. "Thats Ivana and thats Anya. My fellow widows." His eyes widen. "Pathetic." She slams his face again on the table. "You took everything from me and I stood there, worked for the man who did all of this to me." She takes out the knife from her pants and kicks him back. "And i want to show you why they call me the Red Widow." He falls back and holds his bloody nose. "Scared now?" She bends down to his level. "Funny...you would've fought by now." Just as she said that, he tried to punch her, but she twisted his hand and flipped him on his back. "If you ever come back to my life again, hurt my family, Matt, Foggy and even Page, i will finish the job. I wanted to show you who i really was, i can finally hurt you. Do i make myself clear?" He didn't say anything. Devon kicks him in the face. "Do I?!" She drags him to his chair, sets him down and walks in front of him. "Im glad you saw what your money went towards to." Devon gathered her things, nodded her head to let her out and walked out, untouched. She snapped her nose back to place, then went back home.

When she got home, she cleaned up, burned her clothes, washed up the blood from her face and knuckles. The doors opened, Foggy and Matt came.

"Devon." Matt said as he walked in. Devon sat on the couch, reading a magazine. "Did you hear what happened?" She hums.

"Fisk was attacked in prison." Foggy said. Devon looks up and looks at the men. She slowed down her heart. "He got stabbed in the hand and like got pretty beaten up."

"Really? Who would do such a thing?" She sniffs and went back to her magazine. "I mean, that sounds like Fisk got what he deserved." She shrugged. "Cant blame them. Maybe to show him, what they are capable of if he did something, who knows."