#heroicpaths

[apocketfullofmuses]

@heroicpaths | Felicity & Matt - Caged

Things came to her slowly - first, the fact that she was laying on a cold floor; then the throbbing pain in her head, which she assumed was the reason that everything was coming back to her in bits and pieces. The next thing that came to her was a sound, a loud, urgent cry - one that she knew better than almost any other sound. "Sophie?" Forcing her eyes open, Felicity pushed herself up on to her knees - swaying dangerously when the pain in her head intensified at the movement - and looked around. Laid on the floor behind her, crying her tiny heart out was her baby daughter. A relieved sob broke from the blonde's lips as she crawled the short distance and scooped the baby up into her arms.

"M-Mommy's got you, baby ... shhh ..." While soothing her daughter, Felicity checked the little one over the best she could, finding that she was at least uninjured. "It's okay baby ... it's okay ... " Cradling Sophie close to her chest, Felicity looked around again, finally beginning to take in their surroundings; the space was small, with a cold concrete floor and definitely not enough height to stand up. The bars in front of her, and the wider room outside of those gave her a sickening feeling - they were in a cage.

Suddenly, light brightened up the room around the cage, a loud clanging sound hit her ears as a door closed further off than Felicity could see; then the ominous sound of footsteps, and she was no longer alone.

"Good afternoon, Mrs Murdock." The Mayor of New York City stood in front of her cage, glaring down at her.

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

@heroicpaths liked for a starter with Frank

“Did you really come back for a round two, Red?” For a moment earlier, Frank had thought he actually got through to the alter boy. That he finally understood why he did what he did, to ensure no one else would feel the crippling pain of losing a loved one. But still, after all of the pain he had suffered, Matt still believed he could rely on the justice system. All because Foggy’s killer got life in prison.

“You really are a glutton for punishment, aren’t ya?” Frank chuckled before he took a sip from his flask, keeping his gaze on the counselor but didn’t bother moving from his cot in the far corner of the room. Against his better judgement, he held out the flask towards him.

[ghstbrthr]

⭑ ' There is no way this could reveal your identity , okay ? The people of threads just want to know if Daredevil went to acrobat school because he does so many flips , ' Blindspot said as they sparred , trying not to lose against @heroicpaths as badly as usual .

[fearlesslove]

@heroicpaths cont. from the obvious

She was right— as he gently ran his fingers across her recently acquired stitches on her side, he had to admit it had made some decent progress on the healing front, though he still wasn't too happy about it. There wasn't much he could do, as much as he hated seeing Milla injured. He knew her too well to hope he could change her mind at all.

"I guess I should've warned you that being Daredevil comes with a lifetime of injuries guarantee," He joked as if she didn't know that already from the number of injuries he'd come home with over the years. "And not that I listen to that sort of advice, but you should really rest until that's fully healed. I promise I can handle things on my own for a couple of days until then."

Milla inhaled quickly even though the touch was ever-gentle, holding her breath and letting it out slowly. even without the sensitivity that makes cotton feels like sandpaper, his fingertips were calloused. Like a guitarist's against metal strings or a boxer without proper wraps — different lives he could have lived instead of the true reason. Milla didn't mind the touch, so long as it was from Matt.

"You didn't have to warn me," she smiled, "I knew what I signed up for, from the first day I went to your office." She held her hand over the curve of stiches; they seemed past the point of ripping if she was too active, "Mhm, throwing stone in a glass house, Matthew. Is 'handling things on your own' in or out of the suit?"

[survivorofhellskitchen-a]

@heroicpaths liked for starter roulette and got

"I'm not going to just sit here and listen to another one of your bullshit excuses!" The words fly from her lips before she even has a chance in filtering them. "Over and over again you keep lying to me. You keep hiding things from me- and you're not doing it to protect me, Matt! You're doing it to protect yourself and whatever the hell it is you're afraid of. You can't keep doing this to me! You can't keep lying and pretending like it's okay, because it's not! Nothing has been okay!"

[xenobuster]

Son of John Morris, Johnathan vouches for the Vampire Killer before the appearance of a new Belmont, Julius. A new war is starting in Europe and the rest of the world. Darkness is obviously at work. Johnathan will have to face the darkness.

[survivorofhellskitchen]

" i just came here to check on you. "

@heroicpaths

"I'm fine Matt, you don't have to worry about me." Hands wring together as she walks over to her coffee pot, filling the large mug as she sucks in a breath. "Really. I'm just...tired."

[deservetoknow]

sorry i’m late ,  i got caught up . ( from matt )

DUST TOY BOX meme : accepting!

"How are you late!? You were before me!" Karen hissed, rather than whispered, when he appeared next to her. The provided bench within the funeral home which Foggy's parents chose was a little small for two people; she'd rather be shouting at him outside in the parking lot.

Foggy had been a self-called "lax Unitarian", neither strict or devout to any religion. The Unitarians Funeral Home wasn't in Hell's, it was across the island, but it was the closest his parents had to knowing any religion to bury their son under. They were currently seated on the leather armchairs across from the vintage desk of the funeral director, going over details in the next room. Matt was blind, but not immune to the raging glare currently burning into him from her tear-glossed eyes. "I saw you in the parking lot when my taxi pulled up! But then you just?? Disappeared by the time I paid and shut the door!? When I came in the Nelsons said you hadn't arrived." Karen ran a trembling hand through her bangs; it didn't offer the relief she craved. She was irritated at Matt for leaving her alone to walk in here, but her fury at the situation overall was bleeding through. "Here —" she pressed the braille version of Foggy's card into his hand. "This is the sample of the card the Nelsons' requested."

Foggy's prayer card was simple. There was calm in the lacking death date, unlike her brothers. Rubens' painting of Saint Ives, Patron of Lawyers, Defender of Widows and Orphans covered the back. The red was too similar to Foggy's blood for Karen's liking. "It's in color," she provided, clearing her throat to ebb the harshness of her voice. "It's actually — it's . . . it's really pretty."

[apocketfullofmuses]

@heroicpaths | Matt & Danny

He'd told Karen that they needed an army, and he'd meant it; while he appreciated Cherry and Josie, and the others - and their parts in this were already proving to being important - he wasn't going to have any of them out on the front line. For that, they needed fighters - Defenders. He hadn't been able to track down Jess or Luke yet, though he just hoped they were doing what they could to keep themselves safe - but he had thanked God when he'd finally found Danny.

"Fisk thinks he owns this city, that he can't do whatever he wants with it - hurt people .. kill people, we can't let him. We're taking the city back, Danny, but I - we can't do it alone. So, are you in?"

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

@heroicpaths liked for a starter with Matt

Having Jess follow him everywhere was exhausting with her gripes and insults but somehow Matt tried to remain upbeat, if it was even possible. As much as she tried to pretend that she didn't like him, he could sense the act behind it. Though it didn't make her attitude any less tiring. And somehow, despite everything, he thought he was beginning to fall for her. For now, they walked down the sidewalk towards Josie's bar.

"Murdock, we meet again.” Solija called out after stepping out of a restaurant and spotting Matt, snapping him out of his thoughts. “If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're following me. Or maybe I'm following you. It's not like it's a bad view."

"Well, I couldn't tell you either way." Matthew chuckled with a warm smile. "But I’m sure you look beautiful tonight as always."

[gloriousxdarkness]

BLOOD CLEANUP MEME // accepting // @heroicpaths sent from Matt — 🛑

"It's through, isn't it?" She thinks so, otherwise there wouldn't be so much blood coming out both sides of her arm. Hadn't been anything else to shield Matt in the moment except herself from a powerful shot. Her right arm feels almost dead, only a dull vibration of pain running up and down repeatedly. She's breathing into it. May be some shrapnel. Hard to tell.

[survivorofhellskitchen-a]

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss . (from matt)

@heroicpaths

It wasn't until she arrived in the city did the small town girl realize the magnitude of celebration New York put on to ring in the New Year. Sure, she'd watched the ball drop on a small television screen and been to her share of parties, but New York...there was no place more magical.

Josie's bar was packed, liquor flowing, and laughter filled the air as everyone gathered around to ring in the start of something new. Her body presses against Matt's side as people crowd towards the TV screen showing the symbolic ball just miles away, but there's no better place to be.

Through the chatter, she can hear Foggy yelling something about waving goodbye to this year and something about it kissing his ass, causing to Karen to hang onto Matt tighter and laugh. "Okay- okay it's starting- it's starting," Karen yells loud enough through the crowd for Matt to hear, giving a drunken giggle. "It's going up. It's red and blue this year. T-There's people- 15....14-" Another laugh comes, her forehead pressing to his shoulder as the countdown continues. "There's confetti. I think it's purple?"

The shouts of the countdown continues and the blonde stumbles into her friend, laughing as she watches he TV. "5...4...3...2...1."

Happy New Year

The bar errupts, and confetti canons are shot, causing Karen to jump and scream, though is quickly recovered as she laughs when she sees Foggy is one of the ones to somehow get there hands on one.

Unsteady hands reach up and before Karen can even think about what she's doing, she's pulling Matt's head down to hers, lips pressing against his.

"...Happy New Year, Matt."

[xenobuster]

A distant cousin of the Belmonts, Reinhardt Schneider is confronted with the mad castle of Dracula. More to prove to himself that he was worthy of the whip, than to save the world. He allies with young Carrie Fernandez in her quest to bring down the vampire.

[survivorofhellskitchen]

❛  i pushed you away when all i wanted was for you to stay.  ❜ ( from matt )

@heroicpaths

"All I wanted was to stay....but you made it so impossible.." Cerulean hues close, fighting the hitch in her breath and the stabbing pain in her chest that never and would never heal. "...I needed you, Matt. I needed someone who understood. I didn't know how to do it on my own, I needed you."

[desiviralrecap]

The Walking Hercules 😮😆

[apocketfullofmuses]

@heroicpaths | Felicity & Matt - Aftermath. (( You didn't ask but you're getting it anyway lol ))

The moment she realized what was happening - that Foggy was dead - Felicity's feet were carrying her back into the building and up the seemingly never ending stairs towards the roof access. The rest of the chaos unravelling around her didn't matter anymore, she needed to get to her husband. Bursting through the door onto the rooftop, she didn't even spare a glance for Cherry, or worry that he was seeing Matt without his mask - the blonde had tunnel vision, all she could see was Matt.

Stopping to kneel in front of him, Felicity gently laid a hand on his tear stained cheek. "Baby ..." her voice broke on a sob, as her heart broke for her husband and what he'd just lost. There was nothing she could say to make this better. "I've got you." Matt had been her source of strength in so many situations, now it was her turn to be his, to do what she'd promised in her wedding vows. "I've got you ... " Her arms wrapped around him and pulled him close to her, being careful of the knives still stuck in his suit. "I'm here, baby ..."