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Travelling Universes

Chapter 2

Warnings: none

Pairing: Matt Murdock x platonic! reader

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Summary:

Feeling overwhelmed by your surprisingly boring and stressful teenage life, a fortunate mishap happens and you end up in the daredevil universe. Not just any daredevil universe, the one with Jane Hind in it; but you don't know that...yet. . . . “Sorry about that…Stick just makes me paranoid about my past, he’s a real-”

“Asshole?”, you said, “I know, I’ve seen the show.”

Oops.

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You felt a sharp pain in your lower back as you moved on the couch, trying to adjust your hand from its earlier position tucked between your chin and your chest. It was numb now, which pretty much ruined your sleep along with the back pain people your age shouldn’t really have; something your parents never let you forget.

Getting up, your eyes were met with the red neon sign outside Matt’s window glaring at you. It was still dark out, so you hadn’t dozed off for that long, coursing yourself in your head when your brain confirmed for you that all of this was real, your surroundings making your brain more confident of that fact.

After fetching yourself a glass of water, you glanced around the apartment for any signs of Matt. You concluded he was still out investing whatever lead he had mentioned earlier. You sat down on the couch, picking up the opened book on the coffee table, which, you realised, probably what led you to falling asleep. It wasn’t that it was boring, you were just not the person who could read a book for hours on end, not anymore at least.

A sharp, but quiet sound interrupted your thoughts as you realised that it was the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen climbing in through the window of his apartment, the one that led to the firescape. “I couldn’t get your ice cream, it was a long night, sorry.”, he said, removing his mask, his hair now messy and ruffled.

“You really don’t have to apologize, and I was gonna eat it tomorrow anyway.”, you said earnestly. “Do you need any stitches or something?”, you added, your tone hesitant. You didn’t really know how to stitch someone up, or anything beyond basic first aid. You just wanted to help Matt, wanting to somehow repay him for the kindness he had shown you by letting you stay here.

“Thanks for the offer but I actually had someone help with that today. Usually I just do it myself but there was a piece of glass on my shoulder I couldn’t reach.”, he muttered, his tone soft. He probably went to Claire’s, you thought absently, as you asked,”How did that even happen?”

“There was a guy with a gun and his kid-”, he paused for a moment, contemplating his answer, and sighed, “It’s a long story, I don’t really want to get into it.”

“Got it. Do you have a bedsheet I could lay on on the floor? I know you said I should take the bed, but you’re clearly hurt and you need rest.”, you said, “I would take the couch but its not exactly doing wonders for my back”, you added quickly, in an embarrassed tone.

He opened his mouth to retort but you cut him off. “Just take some rest dude. God knows you of all people need it.” Matt’s shoulders slumped, getting up to head to his room. He was back about two minutes later, now changed into a t-shirt, a dull shade of blue, and grey sweatpants, with sheets and a pillow in his hands. He had his red tinted glasses on now too, you noticed. You muttered a thanks as he handed the heap to you, which was impossibly soft and light. You couldn’t explain it, but this is what you always thought clouds would feel like.

“I’m gonna talk to the guy that makes fake Id’s, good ones at that, tomorrow and enroll you in the nearest school.”, he said, his tone soft. Your hand went up to go through your hair, an action you found weirdly comforting. You didn’t want the burden of another education system on you, this was like your second chance to live your life differently, not always worrying about grades and colleges, after all. “Actually, I don’t want to go to school again, if that’s okay?”, you said after a moment, “I don’t want to be stuck in that place again. I actually thought if….if I could get a job somewhere? Like a cafe or a bookshop or something?”

“I definitely understand that. And if you’re looking for a job, you’re always welcome to be an intern at Nelson and Murdock, if you’re interested in that?”, he said kindly, to which you answered in a heartbeat, “Yes! That would be awesome. Plus if I get caught with my fake id, my employers are going to be two lawyers.”

Matt chuckled, at which you grinned, and greeted him good night, setting up the sheets on the cold floor.

-X-

You were woken up by the sound of the city, and you wondered how Matt was able to sleep in such a loud place with his heightened senses. Matt was already dressed up and had laid down some clothes for you along with a plate of eggs and cereal on the coffee table. You got up, freshened up, took a shower, changed into the clothes Matt got you, a white shirt and work pants, they didn’t fit you well, but you didn’t really mind.

Walking up to the living room, you saw Matt eating, and you didn’t realize how much you were starving until you picked up your plate and the scent of the freshly boiled eggs hit you. “How are you going to explain all of this to Foggy and Karen?”, you mumbled, your mouth full.

“They know Nordic Gods exist so you being from an alternate universe shouldn’t be too hard to explain.”, he said, his tone playful.

You huffed a small laugh, as you finished eating your breakfast.

After washing your plate, you headed out on the street with Matt, experiencing New York for the first time. The skies were cloudy today, the sound of Matt’s cane tapping on the pavement was rhythmic for some reason, the busy chatter on the streets as you saw people half asleep, tired, with coffee in their hands heading to their places of work. The two of you finally reached his office; Matt entered first, followed by you. Matt was greeted by a bright looking man with blonde, shaggy hair, who you instantly recognized as Foggy. Karen, you noticed, was behind the desk looking at some papers when she greeted Matt with a puzzled look on her face after taking a glance at you.

Matt introduced you and started explaining the whole alternate universe debacle to them. Foggy and Karen listened to him carefully while he was talking, taking glances at you in between while you stood there awkwardly. They were quiet after Matt stopped speaking, processing all the information given to them, when finally Foggy spoke up, “Matt you know I trust you and whatever you say, but this sounds batshit crazy to me.”

“I know, that’s what I thought too but she- she knows things, Foggy. She told me that there was a show, in her universe, about us. You know, like a lawyer show.”, he said, the last part being a lie. He couldn’t exactly tell Foggy the show was about a blind lawyer who was a vigilante by night.

“And you believed that?”, Foggy grumbled, looking at you suspiciously.

You decided to finally speak up, clearing your throat, “I know that you met Matt in college. He was your roommate; you took Punjabi to impress some girl and you called lawyers 'avocados’. That was hilarious, by the way. Karen, yes, I know your name, you were falsely accused of murdering your boss and were targeted by his company when you went snooping around.”

“Okay, I believe you. Since you already know me and Karen, we would like to know who you are too.”, Foggy said, his friendly demeanor back.

You glanced at Karen to see if she was still examining you; but she smiled and nodded, so you introduced yourself.

Matt had gone into his office during all of this, something you noticed when he walked back and told Foggy about your job as an intern here. He turned to face you, and said, “Your job would be just filing paperwork and helping the three of us. We don’t have too much to do here today.” You nodded in response.

-x-

It had been about a month of you working at Nelson and Murdock. You had a lot of fun there; your humour matched with Foggy’s, you were more comfortable around Matt now that you’d been hogging his apartment for a month. You had gotten another job at the coffee shop near the office; you didn’t want to put the burden of feeding you on Matt. He was already letting you stay at his place, the least you could do was take care of yourself, and he was barely getting by himself given his mostly pro-bono work. You admired that about him, his willingness to help people, and the extent to which he would go to do it. Karen was pretty great too, she was always helping you out with anything you had a problem with You had bought yourself a mattress for yourself, along with an old puzzle, in which you had to solve the murders with six victims and six killers; you always wanted to build a sort of murderboard, the ones detectives on television go insane looking at. You were in progress of doing that, having collected the supplies you needed for it from your salary at the coffee shop. You had decided to not take any money from Nelson and Murdock once you started working at the coffee shop, even though Matt and Foggy had insisted, at which you just told them you had another source of income and didn’t need more. You really enjoyed working there though, so you were an unpaid intern now.

Matt went out at night, as the Man in the Mask, which you knew would happen, but you had grown to think of him as a friend, and that resulted in you worrying about him. One of those days was particularly bad, when he hadn’t come home till three in the morning. You hadn’t been able to sleep that night, you usually finished up your tasks up until Matt got home; that night was different, and you had a bad feeling about it. When he finally managed to stumble in through the window, limping, his body was bloodied, gashes visible through his torn shirt.

You got the cleaning kit for him, along with some comfortable clothes. He probably noticed your panicked breathing, because he assured you he was okay, a fact you did not believe for a second. He told you he had passed out in a garbage can, and a nurse who lived nearby stitched him up and had saved his life. You remembered that, from the show, that it was Claire. Who had stitched him up the day you met him then, you wondered for a moment, before finally getting some much needed sleep that day.

-x-

Another month passed by, Matt had made progress with the Russians, which you weren’t happy about, that just meant he would go out everyday still bleeding. You also noticed he seemed to be in a better mood after his nightly activities lately. You were planning to ask him about it when you were on your way with him to Nelson and Murdock today.

He was in a chipper mood today, asking you about the movie you watched yesterday with him. You picked up bagels for all four of them, and catched up with Matt, walking faster than your usual pace.

“Why didn’t you stop when I was buying us bagels?”, you asked, the slight annoyance in your tone evident.

“Oh did you stop on the way? Not informing a blind man about that is kind of on you, don’t you think?”, he said smugly, a smirk on his face.

“You are so-”, you started, but were interrupted by the fact that you had reached the office, so you decided to drop the matter as Foggy and Karen took the bagels from your hands and greeted you.

Damn, these things were really good, you thought, as you noticed Matt suddenly put his bagel on the plate and picked up his cane, walking out of the office.

About twenty seconds later, there was a knock on the door, and Karen headed towards it, she had clearly been waiting for a client, you thought as a woman entered and Karen smiled warmly at her and said, “Welcome to Nelson and Murdock. My name is Karen. You’re Ms. Hind right?”

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*This has turned into a fanfic of a fanfic because the Red Thread is just so cool!! *Reader doesn't really know much about the Red Thread, she knows who Jane Hind is, but has read only a few chapters of it.

*Inspired by The Red Thread by PastaFossa

#matt murdock x reader #fanfiction #matt murdock #daredevil #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x platonic!reader #alternate universe #inspired by The Red Thread #pastafossa #The Red Thread #Fluff #humour #fanfic of a fanfic #foggy nelson #karen page #jane hind

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nikki10 · 5 months ago

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Travelling Universes

Chapter 1

Warnings: none

Pairing: Matt Murdock x platonic!reader

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Summary:

Feeling overwhelmed by your surprisingly boring and stressful teenage life, a fortunate mishap happens and you end up in the daredevil universe. . . “Sorry about that…Stick just makes me paranoid about my past, he’s a real-”

“Asshole?”, you said, “I know, I’ve seen the show.”

Oops.

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Your eyes fluttered open, the smell of leather hitting your nose. You were in an apartment, an apartment that seemed very familiar. You got up, stretching your legs and cracking a few bones in your back, something that was a normal routine after a nap for you. You were at….where were you? Last thing that you remembered was feeling overwhelmed because of everything happening around you, and a flash of space, if that even makes sense, the air around you tearing apart and you actually stepped into it, desperate for something to make you forget your responsibilities and looking for some form of escapism. Of course you thought you were taking a nap and the tear in the space-time continuum was just one of your elaborate dreams that you always thought would make for a good story if you actually bothered to write it.

Now, you weren’t so sure. The details of your surroundings seemed too….accurate and distinguished. You didn’t have a very good knack for imagery, so this didn’t make any sense.

You needed to remember what this place was but there was a fog on your memory, which would be an indication of a dream, you thought, but this certainly didn’t feel like one.

You stood up from the couch, which was surprisingly very comfortable for leather, and glanced at the giant window sporting wooden railings. It was a nice view sure, and in other circumstances you would play some music and stare at the city with its lively chatter with coffee in your hands but first you needed to make sure you were safe. You noticed there weren’t any lights in this place, which struck you as odd if someone did live here. The sky turned to a darker blue as you were standing in the kitchen, the beautiful shades of sunset hues disappearing and as a result the city was slowly starting to glow.

Something told you this city was one far from your home back in India, and as you were trying to find some food in the fridge, you saw that everything was labelled...in braille.

A sharp red light hit your eyes, as you noticed the glowing neon sign outside the apartment and suddenly your brain seemed to clear its own fogginess.

Your heart rate spiked because of the realization you just had and the sound of muffled footsteps outside the door. Shit.

You were in New York, in Hell’s Kitchen, in Daredevil’s fucking apartment.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t like this scenario, because….well you liked adventures and this was a really good distraction from your actual problems.

It was probably Matt outside the door, it would make sense why his feet were so quiet….he knew you were here. But, to your surprise, you heard tapping of a cane and the door unlocking.

You were pretty fine with you living in another dimension up until now, because you weren’t thinking. Your family, your friends, everyone you cared for you were impossibly far away from, and why would you think that this would be a fun little overseas(over universes too I guess) vacation. What if Matt turned you in? You weren’t legally in this country, you were pretty sure of that, would you get deported? But where would they even send you to…you didn’t even know if you existed here. It was a different dimension, after all.

You snapped out of your train of thought, hearing Matt enter his home and removing his carefully polished shoes in the narrow corridor leading to the hall.

The weirdest part was, Matt continued to act as if you weren’t there. Surely he could sense another heartbeat in his own home? He started walking towards your direction, head tilted, and said, his voice calm, as if he was trying to help you, “How did you get here?”

You decided to talk casually, as if you weren’t aware Matt could sense your nervousness.

“Well you must be Matt Murdock”, was the one you went with, not sure what to do.

“Answer my question, kid.” , he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. He parted his lips as if he was going to say something else, but you supposed he decided otherwise.

“I broke in, if that wasn’t obvious.”, you lied, knowing full well it would be caught, you wanted him to admit his abilities, you needed some leverage for him to help you.

The grip on his cane tightened, and carefully crafting his words, grumbled, “No you didn’t.”

“How would you know that, maybe I’m a ninja.”, you said, clearly trying to stall, trying to think what you should do next.

“Cut the shit. How do you know me? And I’ll know if you lie to me.” , he said sharply, creases appearing on his forehead.

You sighed, plopping yourself on the couch crossing your legs, “Fine, take a seat then.”

Matt sat down cautiously, not trusting you, though you couldn’t really blame him for that. You were pretty sure you were getting off easy on breaking into this man’s home was because he could tell you were a teenager.

“So, um, I woke up like half an hour ago on your couch, I don’t know how it happened and how I got here, I’m not even from here. I didn’t live in this country, and judging by your face I think I’m in the past. All I remember is trying to study hydrocarbons”, you didn’t remember that detail before, you thought to yourself, “ and feeling overwhelmed about everything and then there was a tear in the air. It was insanely cool, obviously I thought it was a dream so I stepped into it and I know I sound bat shit crazy but I may have travelled through dimensions, and I can prove it to you.”

“You’re… telling the truth”, Matt said, brows shooting up in surprise. “Okay. Prove it then.”

Taking a deep breath, you started talking again. “You are Matt Murdock, a blind lawyer who owns a firm that's mostly pro-bono in Hell’s Kitchen with your friend from Colombia, Foggy Nelson.”

You paused, as Matt didn’t look fazed as if to say ‘anyone with the internet could know that’. You said, with your mouth curling into a smirk “Oh and by the way, you run around as the Man in the Mask at night, beating the shit out of criminals at night.”

Matt froze, you could see his blank eyes widening at your statement. “How would I- How do you- ?”

“My guess, I have travelled through dimensions and in my original one,you didn’t exist, not as a real person at least. You’re a fictional character where I’m from, you lost your sight when you were a kid which gave you heightened senses.” you explained, as Matt got up, his expression unreadable.

“I don’t believe you. Did Stick put you up to this? That's probably why you’re so good at lying.” , he said icily.

“Yeah well does Stick know the fact that Foggy mispronounced lawyers in Spanish as ‘avocados’? And that you were abandoned by Elektra when you refused to kill Roscoe Sweeney?” you continued, unbothered by his change in tone.

Matt exhaled, clearly conflicted over his next move, pacing around the room.

After about a minute, he seemed to have gotten over his dilemma and headed towards the kitchen.

“Thanks”, you muttered, as he gave you a glass of water, sitting down on the chair facing you.

“Sorry about that…Stick just makes me paranoid about my past, he’s a real-”

“Asshole?”, you said, “I know, I’ve seen the show.”

Oops.

“There’s a show?About me?”, Matt asked.

“I don’t think I should tell you much about that, but I would really appreciate it if you would provide legal assistance to me since I technically don’t exist.”, you said pleadingly,trying to change the subject, as he adjusted his glasses. “I would need fake Ids and I also wanna go to school since I don't really know how to get back,so…what do you say?”

He exhaled slowly, and said, his expression turning kind, “Of course. You can stay with me if you want, I’m assuming you don’t have money. I’m not going to be involved with making your fake ID, I know a guy for that. If you get into any legal trouble we’ll represent you.”

Your face softened, and there was a hint of surprise on your face. You knew Matt would help you, that was his whole thing, but this you did not expect.

“You- why would you do that for me?”, you said, the shock and surprise in your voice evident.

“ Well, for starters, you don’t have anywhere to go. New York, as much as I love it, isn’t exactly safe and you’re a kid. Also” , he hesitated, “I know what it’s like to be….alone in the world, at your age. I don’t want you to be alone in this. You seem like a good kid.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, something that was pretty usual for you, you weren’t very good at expressing your emotions. Matt must have tasted the salt in the air or… whatever he did, because he asked, concerned, “Are you okay? You don’t seem like you’ve had time to process all of this.”

“Yeah I just-”, you sniffled “I had a family back there you know, they could be overbearing at times but I love- loved them.I guess it just hit me that I might not be able to see them again.”

You sniffled, wiping your nose with the neck of your t-shirt. Matt made a face, at which you flipped him off. That made him chuckle. His laugh was infectious because you started smiling too, both now at a bit more at ease.

You still didn’t know what year it was, what timeline you were in, what season of Daredevil was this place following, if it even was.

“Is this your first case? At your firm?”, you asked Matt, who was now heading to his room, probably to get into something more comfortable than a suit.

“No. We’ve made a lot of progress, I think, now that we have Karen.”, he answered.

About a minute later, he came out of his room, wearing his black shirt and dark pants, the soft fabric of the mask in his hand.

That made sense, you don’t know why you thought the guy had nights off. You decided to find out a little more as you asked, “Any big criminals you’ve been chasing lately?Or it’s just random assholes?”

“Random assholes for now”, he said, putting on his mask, “but I think I’m onto something.”

“Don’t leave the apartment, there’s food in the fridge, and you can sleep on the bed. I'll take the couch.” , he continued.

You said something in agreement, asking him if he had any books that weren’t in braille. Shuffling through his bookshelf, he found one Foggy had left over.

He walked towards the window, ready to jump out through the fire escape as you said, “Hey, if you don’t die tonight that would be really nice. And since I can’t go outside, can you get some ice cream for me please? If the night goes well, of course.”

He nodded in agreement and left.

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Here's the AO3 link if you want to read it on there.

Travelling Universes

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