𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 - the label

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 to find the man, Melvin Potter, who had crafted Matthew's old suit took no time at all. The Pair had found the Melvin talking to a woman, a police officer and by the way they were interacting, they most definitely were involved with one another.

The duo listened in as Melvin made sure that his lover had her protection, brushing away her suspicion by covering it with his care for her. Olivia watched on as the man planted a kiss on the women's cheeks before she hopped inside her car and sped off, leaving Melvin alone, well, not entirely, of course.

Olivia glanced towards Matthew, his black mask covering his eyes and a majority of his nose, once he nodded, the pair stepped out from where they had been watching.

"Betsy's your parole officer," Matthew spoke, gaining Melvin's attention who whipped around at Matt's voice.

Melvin's eyes lit up with recognition, clearly knowing that this was the real daredevil. Though once his eyes landed on Olivia's frame that was covered with black clothing, a turtleneck covering her mouth and nose, his brows furrowed.

Dragging his eyes away from Olivia, Melvin addressed Matt, "Please don't tell anyone. It's against the rules."

Olivia stayed rooted in her spot, hands tucked warmly away Inside her jacket pockets as Matthew took slow steps closer, his voice lower than usual, or at least lower than how he'd talk to Olivia. "I don't care what you do with Betsy, Melvin. You know why I'm here."

"Fisk made me make the suit. Did that man hurt you? I'm sorry."

"Who was he?"

"He didn't tell me his name," Melvin replied causing Olivia to sigh. The man's voice took a desperate tone as he watched Matthew step closer. "But. Can make you a new one... to protect you against him, one for your girl too. It'd be a fair fight."

Olivia rose a brow to herself. Sure a suit would offer her more protection, but Olivia had never really enjoyed Halloween or the costumes. After all, seeing a bunch of children dressed as werewolves, or a bunch of teens dressed as 'slutty werewolves' made her want to throw candy at their heads.

The men continued their conversation, one that Olivia tuned out until Matthew was almost nose to nose with the suit maker.

"People died because you helped him, Melvin." Matthew very nearly growled and Olivia was hit with a wave of anger that pulsated from the man in black.

Melvin dropped his head, a series of 'I'm sorrys' spewing from his lips, sorrys that sounded genuine. But that didn't matter. He still helped. He still got an entire office of people killed, he still got Jasper Evans killed; the man that was the only one capable of getting Fisk put away without a fight erupting.

"Where is your new shop?"

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Melvin had led the two to his new 'shop' without any arguments whatsoever, which was understandable; why would you argue with the Devil of Hell's Kitchen and a woman who somehow managed to look like she would murder someone whilst having almost all of their face covered?

Olivia had told Matthew that she would wait outside, they both didn't need to see his new and improved 'Fisk only' shop of Halloween suits. Matt had originally been reluctant to agree but nodded nonetheless and followed after Melvin.

Whilst Olivia waited, she leaned against the cold brick wall, her eyes squinting as she looked up to the sky. The sun was bright and they still had a fair amount of the day left; the wolf could only hope that once they had dealt with this and found out who the man wearing the suit was, Matthew would rest.

It was fanciful thinking really, but he was covered in raw cuts and littered with deep bruises. Hell, he had limped the entire way to the 'shop'. Perhaps she could convince him.

Her eyes were shut for what felt like a mere few minutes before her ears twitched at the sound of fighting. Her eyes snapped open; whiskey flooded with sunlight as she pushed herself off the wall and threw herself into the building.

The second she entered the room, her eyes locked onto Melvin who held a wrench in the air, ready to slam it down on Matt. Olivia ran forward, grabbing one of the wooden pallets that was stacked in a rickety tower and used her knee to break it in half.

The sound alone drew Melvin's attention towards her and the moment he took a step she threw it with force. The wood slammed into his stomach and knocked him down, giving Matt time to jump to his feet.

Matt continued to throw and receive punches, but Olivia's attention was drawn towards the many heavy footsteps that were making their way closer towards them. The sound of a gun cocking sent her back into action.

She sprinted forward and grabbed the suit-maker, slamming him against one of the pallet stacks as her hand covered his mouth, trying to send the room into silence. He struggled against her, unable to break out of her stronghold. "Someone's coming." She whispered harshly.

Melvin didn't listen, instead opting to bite at her hand. She drew it back with a grunt and Melvin kicked her in the stomach sending her to the ground, head smacking against the hard floor.

Matt threw himself forward as the suit-maker grasped a blade, ready to send it towards Olivia and threw a punch at the arm that held the blade, sending it flying from the man's grip, lodging it into one of the pallets.

As Olivia jumped to her feet, her stomach aching as she did, Matt managed to put Melvin onto his knees in a headlock. His voice was low and threatening, "It's the FBI, Melvin. Why would Fisk send..."

"They're supposed to find you with the suit." Melvin wheezed as Matt dropped his hold.

Olivia looked towards Matthew, her shoulders slouching as they both came to the same realization. "He's trying to frame you." Olivia breathed.

Matt nodded, "He's framing me for being Daredevil. Oh, God."

Yes, Matthew was Daredevil. But he wasn't the daredevil that attacked the bulletin. The daredevil that killed innocent people and all of that blame would put him away, permanently.

Matt grabbed Melvin by the front of his shirt, pleading with the man, "Melvin, come on, he's tricking you."

"Please. Betsy's all I have."

"Once Fisk has me, he will kill you both." Matt spat and he was right. What on earth was stopping Fisk from killing both Melvin and Betsy after Melvin was no longer useful? "You gotta help me, or Betsy's dead. Who did you make the suit for?"

Olivia felt herself getting jittery as the FBI's footsteps drew closer, "Melvin, you gotta tell us, now."

Melvin's eyes darted to Olivia and back to Matt as he shook his head hopelessly, "He never told me his name... but he was an FBI agent."

"How do you know that?"

"He was talking about it with the man who brought him."

Olivia's head snapped towards the door as she back away, towards Matthew. She could hear the FBI and they were going to break the door in just seconds.

Matt grabbed Olivia's arm, pulling her with him to hide behind one of the stacks of pallets as the FBI stormed into the room, guns in hand.

Olivia could hear Melvin immediately go on the offense, throwing blades towards the FBI. As one of them made their way around the room, they slowly turned to face Olivia and Matt's direction, but before any bullets could be unloaded Melvin jumped on their back; slamming them into the wooden stack that crumbled beneath their weight.

Matt gestured for Olivia to repeat her earlier actions and with a quick and sharp nod, Olivia rose, swiftly grasping one of the pallets and launched it towards one of the FBI agents who fell to the ground on impact. Taking the moment of shock, Matt hauled himself over the stack and began to fight with one of the agents.

Olivia ripped a chunk of wood from one of the pallets and copied Matt; throwing herself over them, her weight on one hand as she did. As one of the agents spun to face her, she ran a step forward before dropping to slide against the floor, stabbing the man in the leg with the large splinter. As she rose to her feet, she grabbed the hefty gun he'd been holding and slammed it into his head; knocking him out.

She rushed over to Matthew as two agents began to fire. She reared her hand back and threw a forceful punch to one of their heads before grabbing them and spinning them to face her, landing one solid punch to their face, sending them down; just as Matthew had with his opponent.

One more agent ran at the pair with his gun held tightly. There was a fair distance between the agent and the pair of vigilantes and without hesitation, Olivia stepped in front of Matt just as the agent pulled his trigger.

A harsh growl escaped her lips as multiple bullets embedded themselves in her side, her hand flying to the wounded area as an agonizing pain erupted. Olivia lost her footing and stumbled towards the wall, one hand bracing her.

Matt had wasted no time in taking the gun from the agent and slammed the weapon onto their head, sending them down.

Without hesitation, Matt grabbed ahold of Olivia's arm and dragged her behind a stack of pallets, out of sight from the remaining FBI agents that Melvin had been fighting.

Olivia held her breath as she leaned her head backward, against Matt's chest that was thumping from adrenaline. She tried her best to keep in her grunts of pain and bit her lip as blood spilled from the holes in her side. The wounds from the bullets that grazed her were already healed and just dribbles of crimson blood was left in their wake. The wounds from the bullets that hadn't left her skin were still very much there, clutching at the pieces of metal inside of her.

"Stop fighting, or we'll shoot!" Olivia heard one of the remaining agents yell, but she didn't open her eyes.

She winced as Matt moved them further into the darkness and his hand brushed the side of her arm as a silent apology.

The FBI agents closed in on Melvin as the man slowly surrendered to them, he yelled out to the hidden vigilantes, a plead to help him, but Matthew grasped Olivia's arm and silently led her out of the room, without a single agent noticing.

Olivia managed to walk on her own, only a small limp accompanying her as she did. She wordlessly allowed Matt to keep ahold of her wrist as he led them outside, ignoring the yells of Melvin as they went.

She could hear the desperation in Melvin's voice. But, in all honesty, even though he was trying to protect Betsy, people were dead. Foggy and Karen, even Matt could have been killed. He was going to be put away, and that was fine with her. She could see a flash of hesitation on Matt's face as the pleas hit his ears, but he continued on.

Once they had managed to escape the building, leaving Melvin in the FBI's custody, Matt continued to lead her onwards. Eventually stopping in an alley with a fire escape.

Once he had lightly pushed the wolf to take a seat on the steps of the fire escape, he hastily planted himself in front of her. "Olivia?"

"I'm alright." Olivia breathed as she glanced down to the blood-soaked holes in her shirt, "Just a few flesh wounds." She joked.

"You were shot." He deadpanned as he grasped her face.

"You think I don't know that?" Olivia huffed, "I make jokes in bad situations, Matty. I- I have to dig the bullets out."

Just as her hand reached her side, Matthew caught it and gently lowered it before slowly pulling up the bottom of her shirt. "I got it."

Olivia's hand grabbed at Matt's free one as he poked at one of the holes on the side of her stomach. She could feel her hold on him tighten and quickly let go, knowing she would have broken his hand and instead clutched at the metal step she was sat on, her bloodied fingers curling around the bottom of the step.

As Matt ripped out one of the bullets her hand tightened once again and a creak was heard as she bent the metal she was holding onto.

"That's the last one," Matt spoke as he finally freed the fourth bullet from her stomach.

"Thank you." Olivia breathed as she gave his hand a quick squeeze.

He kept ahold of her hand and pulled the wolf to her feet, "All good?"

Olivia looked down at the reddened patch of skin, catching sight of the final bullet hole healing until it disappeared entirely. She nodded, "All healed. Are you okay?"

"I didn't get shot, Olivia."

"No, but you were hurt before we came, then Melvin hurt you, and then we got into a fight with the FBI. So I'll ask again; are you okay?"

He let out an amused breath as she nodded his head, "I'm okay."

"You little liar."

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Olivia and Matthew had eventually made their way back to the church, on Olivia's request to have Matt patch up his wounds. Matt had been reluctant to agree but eventually followed after the woman when she shrugged at his hesitance and began to walk in the church's direction anyway.

The moment they had returned and crept back to their makeshift home, Olivia peeled herself out of her blood-soaked and hole filled shirt, tossing it to the side as she made her way over to the sink. Her red-tinted fingers turned on the tap and dabbed the clean and soon to be ruined towel under the water before scrubbing away the blood on her stomach.

"Come here." She called out to Matthew who had perched on the edge of his bed with a groan.

Olivia turned to face him as he approached and carefully used the towel to clean off his bloodied knuckles. "Did any of your stitched come apart?"

"No, they're good."

With a nod, Olivia dabbed the soaked towel at his face that seemed to never cease bleeding. With soft eyes she brought her free hand up to his face, gently swiping her thumb over a bruise that rested on his cheekbone.

"Did I make the right choice?" He broke the silence as his eyes closed at her touch. "With Melvin?"

Olivia pulled back the towel, her hand hanging at her side as she released a small breath. "He was just trying to protect someone that he loves." Upon seeing Matt's head fall, she moved her hand from his cheek to gently grasp at his chin, raising his head once again. "But people died. If Melvin hadn't of made the suit, if he had warned Betsy... those deaths at the Bulletin could have been avoided. So yes, I do think you made the right choice. Melvin will go to prison and we need to give Betsy a heads-up at least."

Matt nodded to her words. They gave him some reassurance which, yet again, was another foreign feeling to him and somehow Olivia Hale, the sarcastic yet surprisingly caring werewolf managed to affect him more than he'd care to admit.

Olivia scanned the mans exposed skin, her eyebrows pinching together at jagged cuts on his chest. The hand that had a light hold of his chin drifted down, tracing just below one of the deep cuts. "You really need to let yourself heal."

"I know."

Olivia led him towards his bed, the pair of them sitting side by side as she reached out to take ahold of the sweater Matt had left at the foot of his bed, sliding it over her frame, "So rest. Take tonight off, please?"

Matthew nodded, his entire body ached and fatigue was hitting him like a truck, "Like you said, we need to see Betsy first, and pay a visit to Agent Nadeem... then I'll rest," He let out a short breath as his head tilted towards her, "I promise."

That was good enough for her, and she agreed; they needed to warn Betsy and the best way to find out which member of the FBI was wearing the daredevil suit was through Nadeem. With a smile she brought a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, whispering onto his lips, "Good, because as much of a great fighter as you are, it'll catch up to you and I don't want to carry you everywhere when this is over."

Matthew couldn't help but chuckle against her, pulling her closer as he deepened their kiss for a few moments before reluctantly separating, keeping a light hand on her neck, feeling her pulse thud against his thumb. His brows furrowed as an apprehensive look glittered within his deep eyes, "So you still want to continue with... whatever this is then?"

"'Whatever this is?' Classy Matthew, thanks." She chuckled. "I uh-" She paused and pulled his hand from her, intertwining them and resting them on his knee. Her head dropped as she stared down at them. "I've been told that I'm not great at telling people how I feel because most of the time they suddenly drop out of my life, and I know that happens to you too. I stayed with you to help you heal, get you back on your feet, and to fulfill a promise I made. I'm here now to because I care about you, a lot, so I want to help you with Fisk, with whoever the hell is in that suit."

She let out a small breathy laugh as she dragged her eyes back to his face, catching sight of the smile resting on his slightly swollen lips. "And, I'd like to stay with you after this is over... so yes, Matt, I want to continue with whatever this is." She finished in a deep voice, a very, very poor imitation of Matt, who laughed at her impression.

Matthew fell silent and slowly one of the softest looks Olivia had ever seen covered the man's face, his free hand lifting to return to the space just below her jaw, bringing her closer before kissing her. Olivia returned the action fervently before Matt pulled back, his voice low and somewhat teasing, "You know, if you don't want me to refer to us as 'whatever this is' you could just tell me that we're in a relationship."

Olivia furrowed her brows, a short laugh parting her lips, "I didn't know if that was something you wanted. You know, not exactly the best timing."

"That's true, it's not great timing, but I want you to stay when this is over too."

"Then I will." She muttered softly before pulling the vigilante closer, reconnecting their lips once again.

He chuckled against her lips as they continued to mold together. Olivia fell backward, head colliding with the soft duvet of the bed as Matthew leaned more weight on her, eventually hovering over her without breaking their contact.

Olivia had one hand at the back of Matt's neck, scratching it softly as the other clutched at his cheek, keeping him close as he used one hand to keep himself up and the other that was on her jaw slowly drifted lower.

Using the hand that rested on Matt's cheek she gently pushed him back, pants bursting through each of their tingling mouths, "As much as I wanna continue this," Olivia breathed as Matthew's forehead rested against her own, breaths mingling, "we have to see Betsy and Nadeem."

Matt groaned as he nodded. She was right, they needed to warn Betsy before something bad could happen to her and they needed information out of Nadeem before they continued with anything else. As much as he hated to admit it. "You're right."

"Always am." She breathed, sitting up as Matt did the same, the pair taking a quick moment to cool down. She chuckled, gaining a raised brow from Matt, "I keep doing that to you."

He nodded, pursing his lips as he recalled the moment before they left the church to find Melvin, "Yeah, yeah you do. You trying to tell me something?"

Olivia hummed as she stood and made her way over to where she had previously discarded her jacket and slipped it on before making her way back over to the lawyer, bending down to peck his lips, "Not at all. Now, let's go see Betsy."

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08-09-2020