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As Luck Would Have It Part 2

Summary: Shit hits the fan as Fisk gives you the task to kill Spider-Man... But you know that's not an option for you.

Pairing: Peter B Parker x Assassin!Reader

WC: 3.3K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI; A lot more angst, But also more smut. Guns, Public-ish sex, unprotected p in v, Angry sex, canon what canon?

A/N: No one at all asked for this part 2 but this story has been bringing me joy the last few days so I figured why not lol. *pictures found on pinterest*

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Kill the Spider-Man.

The harsh words from Fisk echo in your head loudly as you start to go into panic mode. He’s giving you three days. That’s plenty of time for you to come clean to your husband, fake his death, and make him move, right?

Except one thing. Peter never runs from a fight. He never backs down.

Goddammit…

When you go home that night, exhausted, you hear Peter relaxing on the couch, watching TV. You know he’s going to look rough from taking on the Goblin and that you have to act surprised, like you don’t know anything.

Or…

You can take this time to tell him the truth. If he hates you and leaves you, maybe he’ll leave New York… At least he’ll be safe.

You stand, facing the door for a moment longer, looking out the window at the cars parked on the street.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Peter’s warm voice fills the house and you close your eyes as your chest tightens. “Food just got here a few minutes ago, it’s on the counter ready for you.”

“Hi, baby.” You try your best to not let him hear the hurt or fear in your voice as you take your jacket off and hang it up.

Suddenly, you hear him right behind you in the foyer. “What’s wrong?”

Goddammit he knows you too well. You let out another breath before turning around to face him. He does look rough, but not as bad as usual, so that’s gotta be a good sign. You can’t help but wonder what shape Osborn is in. And judging by how angry he was, he’s probably not in good shape.

“We… we need to talk.” You walk past him into the living room to sit down on the couch.

“That’s never a good thing to start a conversation with.” He teases and then when he sees your serious face, his own face drops as he sits down next to you. “What is it?”

Closing your eyes to take a deep breath, to calm your nerves, you take his hands. “I don’t know how to say it… It’s pretty bad.”

“So just say it.” He shrugs, giving you a nervous smile as he brings your hand to his lips.

It just makes your heart hurt, so you pull it away and stand up, beginning to pace the living room, arguing with yourself in your head for a moment.

Peter’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

“Babe, you’re starting to freak me out. What the hell happened today?” He stands up, putting his hands on his hips.

“Baby… I’m not…” You look at him and you feel like you’re going to throw up. “I’m… fuck… goddammit… I’m not who you think I am.”

Peter tilts his head with furrowed brows. “What do you mean?”

“I…” You clear your throat. “I work for Wilson Fisk… Kingpin.”

Peter lets out a loud laugh. “Okay. What is it really? Am I putting on too much weight? Do you want me to work out more?”

You let out a frustrated groan. “Fuck Peter. Will you stop?”

He looks at you fully now, clearly alarmed by the tone you just took with him. You’ve never spoken to him like that in your life.

“I’m a trained assassin for Kingpin.” You speak each word slowly, trying to make him understand how serious this is.

“You work in publishing-”

“A lie I told you.”

“You’re an editor-”

“Another lie. I’ve been lying most of our relationship.” You tell him as your stomach still feels like it’s falling.

He shakes his head, beginning to pace himself. “What… how? I don’t… I don’t understand…”

“I’ve done my best to keep you… to keep Spider-Man off his radar… but today… when you went up against Osborn… we were there before… trying to get him to-” You try to explain.

“You were there?” He interupts, still in rather disbelief, clearly.

Nothing you say right now is going to help the fact that you have been lying for your entire relationship.

“Peter, I-”

He holds up his hand to silence you, so he can think, and then rakes it down his face, falling down to the couch.

“Our whole marriage is a lie…” He looks up at you, but it's almost like he’s looking at a complete stranger. “You- you kill people for a living?”

You can hear the cracks in his heart start to take shape, mimicking your own.

“Yes…” You whisper so your voice doesn’t break, tears brimming.

He puts his head in his hands, gripping his hair anxiously before looking up at you again.

“Why are you telling me now?”

“Because you’re in danger… Pete… I tried so hard to keep him away from you…” You feel the tears running down your cheeks now.

“He wants you to kill me.” He gets it now.

You nod your head. “But I love you and I obviously cannot do that. I need you to leave New York…”

“You don’t think I can handle my own?” He looks at you angrily.

A look he rarely ever gives you.

“He wants me to kill you… and if I don’t… he’ll kill me.” You whisper. “I failed him today when I tried to get Osborn to work with us…”

“Oh…” He murmurs, staring at you.

For once in your life, you truly cannot tell what your husband is thinking. And that scares you more than Fisk does.

“Peter?” You ask, hoping he’ll let you in even though he has no reason to.

“I’ll be back.” He gets up and starts heading toward the door but you grab his wrist.

“Please don’t do something stupid-” You beg.

“What, you mean like lying for ten years to your spouse and turning out to be an assassin?” He yanks his hand away from you and walks out the door, taking your heart with him.

You’re aware the world doesn’t just stop spinning, but the moment he walks out that door, it feels like it does.

Now what?

“Fuck…” You rest your forehead against the doorway to the living room and close your eyes for a minute.

You can’t let him try to take on Kingpin, obviously. Not alone…

Deciding right there, you grab your jacket and your keys and head back out to your bike. Speeding toward the city, you try to figure out exactly what you’re going to do. It’s not like you can just kill your boss and there won’t be some sort of repercussions.

It doesn’t matter, though. It’s for Peter.

By the time you pull up in the back alley of Fisk Tower, it’s dark out and you wait for a moment, just for some sort of sign of Peter. But you don’t see him so you head back up toward Fisk’s office.

The elevator ride takes way too long as you fidget with the bar behind you, looking out at the city lights. When you hear the ding, indicating the top floor, you hear voices.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to show up here?” You hear Fisk’s voice on the other side of the elevator and you just know Peter is in there.

Your stomach still drops the moment that the elevator doors open. Fisk and Peter both look at you. Peter is in his Spider suit and you crave looking into those brown eyes again.

“About time. Kill him.” Fisk commands you.

“Not gonna happen, pal.” Peter shoots a web at Fisk right in the face and yanks him down to the floor. “You’ll find I’m very spry. Yoga really helps. You ought to give it a try.”

Oh, Peter…

“Why are you just standing there?” Fisk shouts at you and you pull your gun and point it.

Fisk smirks as you see Peter’s masked eyes go wide. But you turn the gun down toward Fisk, pointing it at him instead.

“I quit.” You mumble. “You can’t quit.” Fisk is starting to break free from the webs and getting back up. “I own you.”

“Not anymore.” You shake your head.

Fisk pulls his gun out of his suit and starts to point it at you but a string of webbing pulls it clattering to the floor.

“Don’t think so.” Peter leaps up and kicks Fisk in the face and continues to attack him. “You could say I’m a bit of a feminist. Women are our future. Supposed to love and cherish them, you know?”

“Do you ever shut the hell up?” Fisk grumbles as he tries to go after Peter, who leaps out of the way, and crashes into his liquor shelf.

“Nope. It’s honestly my worst quality.” Peter punches him and then throws you a wink. “Except for forgetting trash day every other week.”

He isn’t wrong about that.

All of a sudden, Fisk comes swinging back and throws a hard punch into Peter’s cheek and you just know that had to hurt. Peter falls down momentarily and tries to get back up but Fisk knocks him back down.

You watch in horror and raise your gun back up to Fisk. “STOP!”

“Or what, sweetheart?” Fisk smirks at you as he kicks Peter in the stomach.

“I said stop!” You scream as you fire at Fisk, hitting him in the right side of the chest.

He pauses to look down at where you hit him at the same time that Peter looks up at you. Except you can tell its to check to make sure you’re alright.

“You bitch.” Fisk starts toward you but you dodge him and roll out of the way at the same time that Peter webs his legs and yanks him down.

“That’s… no way… to talk to a woman.” Peter weakly gets up.

All of a sudden, there are cops busting into the room and you quickly realize that Peter actually came with a plan. The chaos that ensues for the next 45 minutes is insane.

You count down the minutes until you can just have a moment alone with Peter, while the officers try to question you about Fisk. Peter tells them you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, though and they accept that no questions asked.

Finally, after everyone is gone, you run around to the computers to erase any files or evidence that Fisk had on you before the cops come and take everything.

“What are you doing?” Peter comes around to look and see.

“Just clearing me out of the system…” You murmur, afraid to look up at him.

Peter sighs and waits for you to be done before you take the elevator back down to the ground floor. It’s a quiet ride back down and neither of you are sure what to say to the other. You wouldn’t blame Peter one bit if he decided to leave you or divorce you. You just hope that he’ll let you explain your side before making any rash decisions.

When you get down to the back alley, he stands there for a minute staring at you.

“We have a lot to discuss… at home?” You ask, quietly, hopefully.

He lifts up his mask slightly, revealing those lips you could get lost in. Before you can say anything else, he pulls you against him, kissing you roughly. Clearly this is all adrenaline talking. You’ve been through this countless times. When he has pent up adrenaline after fighting some bad guy, sometimes, he’ll come home and fuck you senseless. At least then… you knew he was still in love with you.

“Peter-” You try to whisper against his lips.

“Shhh…” He murmurs, cupping your face as he slides his fingers into your hair. “Not yet.”

He backs you up against the brick wall of the building behind you and roams his hands down to your ass, groaning against you.

“Let me fuck you… please baby…” His voice is gravelly and full of need. “Didn’t get to this morning and I just… fuck… I really need to.”

You nod into the kiss. “Please, Peter…”

He moans softly at the way you say his name and grazes his teeth softly over your bottom lip before pulling away to twist you and push you up against the building so your cheek is resting on the cool brick. His hand reaches around to unbutton your jeans, sliding them and your underwear down to your knees. You hear the soft zip of his suit and then feel his length pushing against your ass.

“You want it?” He whispers hotly in your ear, kicking your feet apart before sliding the tip between your pussy lips, aching for him to push into you.

You moan softly, nodding. “P-please…”

“That's the best you can do, baby? Ought to make you get down on your knees and beg for my cock.” He mumbles. “Fuck I’m so mad at you right now.”

“So fuck me until you’re not mad anymore.” You whisper.

With a soft growl, he pushes roughly into your cunt, making both of you moan loudly into the empty alleyway. He gives you a moment to adjust to his length before drawing out and pushing right back in. Peter buries his face in the crook of your neck, groaning as one of his hands finds your breast and the other smacks against the brick wall, pressing closer against you.

“Feels so fucking good…” He whispers. “Your pussy was made just for me…”

“O-only yours…” You whisper back, tears in your eyes.

He kisses your neck before biting softly and sucking, leaving a mark. You’ll let him do whatever he wants to you at this point, if it means forgiving you.

Peter begins fucking you rougher, starting to lose it. The only sounds filling the alleyway now are the desperate grunts between the two of you and the sound of skin roughly slapping against skin. His grip tightens around your breast, groping you as his other hand flies down to your hip to keep you both right side up.

Soon he flies over his edge, burying his face in your neck again as he pumps his cum into you at record speed, pushing as much of it into you as possible because he knows the moment he slides out of you, it’s just gonna drip out onto the pavement. He stays like that for a moment, breathing hard against you, kissing your neck and shoulder.

“I’m… really… really mad at you.” He whispers, taking his mask off, still panting.

“I know, Peter. I know. I’m so sorry.” You still have tears in your eyes. “I’m so sorry. You have to believe me… I’ve been trying so hard to make sure you didn’t get hurt…”

He slides out of you and you don’t even care about the mess, you pull your pants up and turn to look at him, cupping his face. He won’t look at you.

“Please… Pete… I love you so-” You cry.

“How can I trust you again after this?” He interupts, the heartbreak clear as day on his face.

“I-” You don’t know how to answer that. “I don’t know…”

He has tears in his own eyes. “I don’t think I can trust you ever again.”

He’s probably not wrong. But it still hurts to hear. Especially coming from the man you’ve loved since you were 18 years old. You were supposed to be able to make it through anything…

“Peter… Please just hear me out… I’m begging.” Your voice breaks.

He shakes his head. “How long were you working for him?”

“Peter-”

“How. Long?” He glares at you.

You rub your nose on your sleeve. “Five years.”

“You’ve been working with an enemy for five years… And you couldn’t be bothered to tell me. God, do you know how stupid I feel right now?” He rubs his hands down his face.

Everything is starting to feel like it’s crashing down. Oh how you wish you could rewind to 12 hours before and not get out of bed. To have just stayed there in Peter’s grasp a little longer.

He shakes his head, pulling his mask back over and you know he’s about to swing out of here.

“Peter, no. Please.” You start toward him, but you hear the ‘thwip’ of the web and suddenly he’s gone.

Everything that you’ve done was for nothing. Absolutely nothing. You let yourself cry for another moment before you suck it up and decide to get over it. If he leaves, he leaves. You start over.

You’re a fucking cold hearted assassin. Get it together.

The ringtone of your phone breaks you out of your thoughts. Pulling it out of your back pocket, you see Johnny’s name pop up.

You answer it, wondering how much he knows already. “Yeah?”

“Fisk is down.”

“Yeah.”

“Meet at Location 32.”

Location 32. The Bronx warehouse.

“Got it.” You hang up, sliding your phone back into your pocket and your helmet back on.

If Peter wants to go, you won’t stop him. You’ll throw yourself into work and won’t look back. That’s the only way you can protect your heart, or to keep this from ever happening to you again.

When you get to the warehouse, one of the garage doors opens up for you to pull your bike into. You see multiple vehicles and bikes already parked so you throw it into park and turn it off, hitting the killswitch.

Johnny approaches you as you take your helmet off, resting it on your bike once you get off. You see all of the guys here, along with several people you really don’t know but are no doubt on Fisk’s payroll.

Elliot Perry, one of Fisk’s best lawyers, stands at the head of the crowd.

“Now that she’s here.” He says, glancing at you, indicating he’s talking about you. “We can get started.”

Everyone tries to get closer so they can hear him. You cross your arms as he stares at you for a beat too long. Perry’s always given you the creeps, but he’s nothing you can’t handle.

“As most of you know already, Mr. Fisk was attacked by Spider-Man tonight. He’s currently in a coma and we aren’t sure when he’s going to wake up.” Perry looks at everyone as he talks and then pulls out a paper. “With that being said, we are going to follow Mr. Fisk’s orders as he had drawn up.” He starts reading from the paper. “In the case of my absence or death, y/n l/n will take over for me as the head of Fisk Industries. She is my right hand person and the most capable. Anyone who does not follow this order will be terminated.”

Your blood runs cold at the realization that you’re the one who put him into a coma and yet he’s entrusted his entire company to you to manage. Everyone’s eyes are on you as well as you tune out what the rest of Fisk’s letter says.

Shit, you think to yourself.

“What do you think?” Johnny asks you when Perry’s done talking.

You shake your head, unable to wrap your mind around what’s just happened. “I don't know what to think… this is a lot to process.”

“It is. But you don’t really have much of a choice do you?” Johnny smirks.

“I mean… Kingpin was… power incarnate. He was cunning… ruthless… charming… That’s not me.” You lean against one of the black vans.

“Oh, no? Really? Have you not met yourself? You’re all of those things and more.” Johnny leans as well. “We all support you. We’ll follow you.”

You look around at everyone watching you with respect, waiting for your next words. Everyone here, waiting for your command. You could be the one to keep all of these people away from Spider-Man. All you have to do is say the word and they won’t lay a hand on him. That’s power.

“It’s time for a Queenpin, I believe.” Johnny leans over and whispers.

“So it is.” You murmur.

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 1 year

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Punk is a thought, not a look. It's a message, not a sound. ________________________

Mariah-Janet Waters

Hobie's 'Mary-Jane' | Earth-138

18 - Any Pronouns - 5'3'' - Aro/Bi - Autistic - Pronounced Mariah-JA-net

Mixed Nigerian and Irish

Police Whistleblower from age 15, publishing anonymous exposés and hosting a local illegal anarchist radio-show

Daughter of Captain Walter Waters

Earned her blue laces off her father at 16 - Doesn't regret it all and still sleeps sound as fuck at night (well... not soundly)

Survivor of 4 assassination attempts - counting on a 5th

Most talkative person on planet earth - but wears the mask 24/7

Hates being called MJ DEEPLY

No piercings, untatted, and doesn't even like punk music

Entirely Punk none-the-less

[unmasked Mariah at the end]

Background:

Mariah-Janet has dedicated her life to the anarchist movement, and taking down Fisk's administration - no matter what it costs. Not that she had much left to spend. Born to Captain Walter Water's, a white police officer, and Barbra, her Nigerian mother, Mariah's mother left her life early - at the age of 4, not bothering to take Mariah with her. Instead she was raised by her father, an abusive cop mad at the world- and out to make it his daughter's problem. Raised in a tiny flat in low-income Tower Hamlets, he spent the majority of her childhood trying to iron the blackness out her hair and beat the queerness out of her soul. Though none of it ever worked much. She says change ain't in her nature. As Fisk's administration grew, so did her father's ruthlessness, and his newly earned V.E.N.O.M symbiote was only fuel to his fire. And at 15, Mariah become 'Red' - An anonymous Anti-Police whistleblower. Publishing dozens of exposes, reports, and zines against the administration - 'Red' rose to infamy through his illegally broadcasted rogue-radio show and his uncensored and ruthless protesting tactics. However, at 16 Mariah came across a story that would change her career - discovering the murder and cover-up of her own mother. Enraged but determined, Mariah leaked the report, at the same time her father uncovered her identity. Consumed by rage and powered by the V.E.N.O.M symbiote, when her father attacked her, Mariah earned her blue laces. And started wearing her mask, living life as the wanted 'Red'. Today Mariah lives in hiding, couch-surfing at the places of other organizers, or squatting in vacant flats.

Personality:

Don't let the bandana and dead stare fool you - Mariah is far from quiet and cold. Being autistic and hyperverbal, Mariah talks A LOT - whether she's actually saying something or not. She's not very expressive or emotive, and her humor is pretty dry and bland (think Dwight from the Office), even though she hates mean-spirited jokes. On the lighter side of things, Mariah is pretty brash and open. She's a writer, not a leader, and she's more interested in going with the flow than being in charge, though she often finds herself there. She fairly laid back - and incredibly confident. Almost outright cocky, even moreso than Hobie. She sits legs spread and burps loud and rolls her eyes and sucks her teeth. She enjoys cursing in front people who think it's 'rude', and she has an accent thicker than Hobie's. But unlike Hobie - she's not a 'typical, actual' punk (yeah right). She doesn't listen to punk music. In fact, she doesn't listen to much music at all. She has no real interest in the clothes, or the music, or the crowded live shows. And when she met Hobie, she had no real interest in the pretty boy who brings a guitar to a protest. Mariah is a punk, because that's how she lives her life. And she'll genuinely laugh in your face if you tell her she isn't, just because she thinks the Sex Pistols are shite. And she's incredibly loyal. To say Mariah doesn't trust anyone (from her universe at least) is an understatement. She can't afford it - what with 4 assassination attempts and counting - but if there's anyone on Earth she trusts, it's Hobie. But her and Hobie don't always see eye-to-eye. On the darker side of things, Mariah lacks the 'radical kindness' that Hobie does. Even though her and Hobie are both hard-core anarchists, 'Red's definition of 'justice' is often far more extreme. Mariah hates cops. All of them, and she genuinely wants them dead - in the most painful way she can muster. Knowing there are more men like her father out there, still sleeping soundly at night, and that there are men out there protecting them, Mariah says the movement isn't over until all of them are either punished, dead, or both. Mariah wants merciless punishment, and she isn't afraid to say it. For cops, politicians, fascists, nazis, racists, and any other bigot still breathing. She's an amazing planner, and a phenomenal speaker, but her protesting tactics often teeter into dangerous and malicious territory. Including arson, and if given the chance, execution. When Spider-Punk saved Mariah's life from a cop torturing her - the third attempt on her life - Mariah insisted he kill the already downed officer. Because it'd be 'One less to worry about.' Hobie didn't. And both began looking at each other a little bit different from that point forward. When they're alone and Mariah talks about how good it would be to live in a world without cops, Hobie can't help but agree. He's just afraid of what Mariah is willing to do to get there. And the more she tries, and the more she speaks, the more dangerous it gets for her.

Hobie & Mariah

Meeting:

Hobie knew his MJ Canon Event was coming - he just didn't know he already knew her. Hobie had met Mariah as 'Red', at an 'unpermitted political protest/performance art piece' - Hobie's words, not theirs. A Molotov cocktail in hand, and a balaclava across his face. To Hobie, to meet the person behind the words was surreal, and only for a few brief moments. Red met Spider-Punk months later. Coincidentally, while staring down the barrel of a gun. Faced with his second assassination attempt, Red comes face to face with the other masked anarchist, and is instantly filled with respect for him. Red's a fan, and Spider-Punk's a fan of his as well. And soon, the two are working together on the regular. Staging protests, running an illegal anarchist-rock-radio-show, and exposing insider information. It isn't until Red's third - and fourth - assassination attempt, that Hobie realized Red was now living in a bullet proof vest. After the fourth attempt, Hobie demasked himself, bringing an injured Red to the boathouse. He somehow convinced Red to stay while he healed. It was only then that Red revealed her identity to Hobie, and switched from ski masks to bandanas, and from Red to Mariah.

Relationship:

They aren't dating. If you even insinuate anything of the sort, Mariah is very likely to either tell you to 'piss off', or she'll (lovingly and playfully) insult him. 'I love charity work, darling. But not that much.' Romance isn't in the cards for them - Mariah's aro anyway. But that's not why this canon event exists. In every universe where MJ and Spidey are together, they are a rock for each other, mentally and emotionally. They're there to keep each other standing. Hobie didn't believe in canon events, and he still doesn't. But it took him a while to understand why Mariah was his canon event. Not to love her, but to protect her. Hobie believes in Mariah's message. And he believes in the power of her voice. 'Red' is loud. And Fisk knows it. She's a threat, because she's the voice of the people. Hobie may not agree with all of her methods. And that's fine. He can live with that. Because he believes in her message - and more importantly, he believes in her power. Hobie and Mariah were never meant to be partners in romance. And they'll forever be partners in crime. Outside of that - Hobie and Mariah's relationship is purely sexual and platonic. They're more than best friends. To them, they're two people who puts their lives in each other's hands every day, and respect each other beyond anything in this world.

Face Claims: Ice Spice /// Erin Kellyman

More about Mariah [Mentions of My Spidersona Disco-Spider Diane below]

Mariah is pretty romance averse. Her and Hobie never kiss outside of sex, and she's not touchy unless she's flirting. (Which she does, A LOT, just not to Hobie. She always tells him she can pick up more chicks than him - which, true.)

If Hobie tried to kiss her on the lips out of nowhere, she would look at him like he was absolutely insane. (She'd be like 'bruv - fuck are you in my face for')

She's not interested in romance at all, either thinking it's bizarre or distracting - and she's not afraid to say it

Though she has no interest in Hobie romantically (and doesn't see the appeal), she's still happy that he has Diane in his life. And she's VERY happy to leave that gushy shit to her.

*Makes retching noises when Diane & Hobie kiss in front of her*

Unlike Diane & Hobie, Hobie & Mariah are pretty open about the fact that they're fucking and nothing more. They're casual about it, but when Mariah is making Hobie sit on her lap at an afterparty - it sends a message.

She also likes to grab his ass at any opportunity, especially in front of people - doing things like pulling on his suspenders (then letting them go so they snap at his back lol)

She's also involved with Diane - originally independent of Hobie, after Mariah and Hobie got together - getting together shortly after Diane came out as bi

She knows Diane is not from their Earth - Hobie told her this before she ever met Diane. They first met when Mariah went alone to go introduce herself to Diane in her universe (with Hobie's blessing)

She went unmasked, and so Diane saw her face when they first met

The three of them are in a soft polycule

Mariah's masc-bi-butch and she prefers masculine descriptors.

Most of her clothes are thrifted jerseys of teams she doesn't back, and jeans 3 sizes up. When protesting, he'll wear all red.

Mariah prefers he/him pronouns when out as 'Red'. When out with unfamiliar people, organizers, or active protests - He's most often in balaclavas and ski-masks

Mariah doesn't wear boots - only trainers, but she still ties blue laces around the shins of her baggy pants every morning, because she feels like she's earned them

Wears her bandana almost constantly, and will wear it even when alone with Hobie - though she takes it off by herself. She has dozens, so it's always easy to grab one.

Very rarely will she take it off to eat or drink. She'll try to eat around it or drink around a straw, which is usually successful. If it isn't, she'll leave the room

She doesn't want people to memorize her face. And it's not that she doesn't trust anyone - which, she doesn't - it's that enough torture could break anyone. And she's not taking the risk.

If she takes off her bandana in front of you (unlikely) and you scan her face, she immediately doesn't trust you. (Why you looking so hard)

She wears her bandana so often around Hobie, that he finds it very easy to tell her emotions, even though Mariah does not emote much in general - besides, Mariah talks A LOT

It took her multiple months before Hobie saw her face, and she only showed him after living on the houseboat for some weeks, after they'd slept together

Raised being called 'MJ' by her father, Mariah highly dislikes it. She'll tell you not to call her it once, and every time after, she'll be a little more pissed

Around Hobie and people he trusts, Red prefers to go by Mariah or M - and uses any pronouns. If you ask Mariah their gender, you'll get an amused smile and bored shrug. What are you, a cop?

Asks people 'What are you, a cop?' or 'You a narc??' quite often. Half the time she's joking. Will also say "Okay, Officer." If you're being pushy and annoying, and laughs if that irritates you (Hobie)

Her laugh is very sharp, and it almost sounds mocking. Even if she isn't

Lots of times people don't trust her, what with the mask. These are the people she likes to take the piss out of most

Mariah experiences a lot of chronic pain, mostly derived from her father, and her 3 & 4th assassination attempts - making protests extremely taxing on her

Though she will hide this at all costs, in front of everyone except Hobie. During times of stress or increased pain, she'll take painkillers in sporadic doses. But being wanted by the state, she can only get her hands on so much.

She doesn't do much but protest and write. She doesn't like music like that, and she doesn't see the appeal. She doesn't draw anymore, though she used to

After years of living in survival mode, she works, plans, chain-smokes, and tries not to get killed while doing it

She doesn't understand Diane's groupie behavior, or Hobie's 'punk' rockstar cover. She thinks it's pointless, and on occasion she'll say this, not realizing how callous that may sound

To her, Hobie is a dork. And she calls him a dork all the time. How someone could see him as cool or rather - 'groovy' - is beyond her.

Has little to no filter - unless it comes to secrets and observations. Either she tells you exactly what she's thinking, or you get nothing at all.

Often has to be told when it's too much, and on occasion, during political planning, she has told Hobie he talks 'too nice'.

Though she does envy Diane, and her ability to just dance. Mariah has no form of escapism - her writing will always be a harsh reflection of reality. And she admires Diane's ability to live in spite of that, without the anger her and Hobie often go through.

The only escape Mariah has is reading, and puzzles. Mainly rubix cubes and things like that.

She loves fiction and fantasy. But her love of books doesn't stop there, and Red's radio show isn't all screaming.

Mariah is extremely versed in political and anarchist literature, being able to memorizes passages from manifestos and books easily, as well as speeches or direct pieces of confidential files she reads

Mainly leads riots - using anti-tear gas safety, road-blocking, and anarchist warfare like molotov cocktails & destruction of surveillance

Whereas a lot of Hobie's protests preach Love & Kindness among the community, Red's radio show and organized riots are backed by rage - telling the people to end the oppression by direct action, at any cost

Red wants revenge and a future, and if that means burning it all down and rebuilding from ashes and graves, then that's what he'll do. Happily.

She has killed in front of Hobie before, and he was not very happy about it (to say the least)

Sleeps in Hobie's bed a lot of nights - mainly because of the nightmares. She doesn't like doing this, and wish it didn't happen, but it is what it is. What helps helps, and she trusts Hobie more than anyone

Unlike how he is with Diane, Hobie is extremely protective of Mariah and worries about Red constantly - to the point that he's hypervigilant

Still has the badge she took off her father at 16. Her most prized possession

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ART STYLE: [We're almost done I PROMISE]

Less animated and expressive than Hobie - Mariah does not change colors the way he does. Most of the time she is black, white, grey, or the color of aging parchment, detailed with handwriting and lined paper.

Mariah can only turn Red, when enraged or at protest, and Blue, for injured, scared, or upset. As she gets angrier, the handwriting across her becomes more and more erratic and illegible.

INSPO:

Mariah is about being authentic without performance.

She's a punk, even though she 'doesn't look it'. She gets told that a lot. She's black, even though she 'doesn't look it'. Disabled, though she 'doesn't look it'. She's bi, but she 'doesn't look it' either.

Mariah isn't quiet, and she never hides the truth. But because people can't see her face, they act like they can never get a read on her - even though she's brutally honest.

I wanted her to defy the idea of what a punk is. She's not the girl who goes to Hobie's shows and kisses him backstage. That's Diane.

Mariah is the one that follows him into battle and debates him for hours. Even if she doesn't like his music. She still believes in anarchy, and fighting, and freedom.

She's still punk, and despite the anti-blackness of her father, she's still black.

Mariah is the opposite of Diane, although that wasn't really on purpose.

A lot of the time in the comics, MJ and Peter's relationship is about them being on the same side, and facing the world together - MJ always a encouraging force for Peter. And I wanted to boil that down as much as I could. So often that encouraging force is through romance and romantic affection - but unlike MJ and Peter, Hobie and Mariah have everything but that aspect. Both their attraction to each other and their mutal emotional support of each other are divorced from romance - instead being based in respect and care. Hobie wants to protect Mariah, and Mariah wants Hobie to fight at her side. Mariah is the reflection of Diane. She represents his political side, while Diane represents more of his musical side. She represents his enraged determination, while Diane is his radical kindness. Diane and Hobie aren't open about being 'together', but the romance between them is clear. Meanwhile Hobie and Mariah are open about sleeping with each other - and the lack of romance is just as clear. And my favorite part is their reflection of morals. To Diane suffering for the system, and for the Society, is a worthy cause. A necessary sacrifice. Diane is community oriented above all else, something she gained by her communist upbringing. Meanwhile, Mariah couldn't disagree more. No community liberated her. Instead, she liberated herself - not by sitting outside a courthouse - but by direct action - and killing her father when she got the chance. If life was a garden, Diane tries to plant flowers. Mariah is more interested in pulling up weeds. Maybe Diane is naive. Or maybe Mariah is cynical. Or maybe they both know exactly what they're doing. Either way Hobie cares for both of them beyond words. And in return, they love giving him headaches.

If you read this far - THANK YOU SOOO MUCH. Mariah took a while to come to me, but now that she's here she's as hardheaded and smug as can be (affectionately)

Her and Hobie are basically bros that fuck sometimes and their 'kisses' are actually just passionate looks of rage when they lock eyes during a riot lol

And because you made it this far: Here's a rare unmasked Mariah!

As per usual, take this Hobie photo, absorb it, cherish it, and use it in times of weakness for it will give you strength

Bye.

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Daredevil by Chip Zdarsky Pt.2

This doesn't work without Part One

If you have read it, let's get back to the characters... and there are still serious spoilers

Daredevil/ Elektra

This lady is working towards her redemption. After she showed up to help Matt and recruit him for The Fist to (be the king!), she gave him a chance to go to prison. It sounds bad but in their world, I guess, it was a good thing. She gives him the opportunity to decide whether he wants to pay for his crime by taking it upon herself to protect Hell’s Kitchen. I was legitimately audibly surprised when she showed up at the hearing and let Matt know that she both knew his identity and bought 90% of the neighborhood.

She had ulterior motives, of course, but it still felt genuine. It’s something she would never have done before and something that shows us and Matt that she’s ready for change. Speaking of, this run is full of wow moments. The next one actually comes right after, when Elektra becomes the new Daredevil. She wanted to earn Matt’s trust so she not only took care of his neighborhood but stuck around to do his job while he was resting in a cell block. With the costume and everything.

The detail I loved most was how she modified her sai to be blunt. It’s a small thing that I hadn’t noticed right away but it just proves the point – she wants to step away from being an assassin and do something good for a change.

She goes full Bruce Wayne too, she gives away jewelry and adopts a kid. That doesn’t last because, unlike Bats, she realizes quickly that all the violence and “channeling your anger” don’t do any good for a kid.

Elektra makes a pretty great Daredevil. She feels like a more solid fighter, more likely to win. “Without fear” applies to her more because she’s done it all: died, killed, came back, succumbed to darkness, fought it. She has nothing to fear but her own limitations. Which she does, it’s quite a change for her to limit the violence and refrain from killing. But she is wearing the DD logo and she is representing him. She shows the people of Hell’s Kitchen that even without him on the streets, they are protected. That’s a hell of a thing.

Elektra is new at that and is looking for her own take on Daredevil. She isn’t like Matt at all.

Cole North

Now he’s a new character and one of the best ones in a while. Plus, he’s also a narrator in the run. He arrives as a cop from Chicago who has to catch and arrest Daredevil. He’s a very by-the-book detective, he believes in the procedure and well, he’s in for a ride. Right away he encounters crooked police on one side, a criminal mayor on another, the whole criminal underground, and vigilantes to top it off.

He sees Daredevil as someone who positions himself above the law, which comes at a time when Matt is starting to doubt said law. And they make for an interesting dynamic. Daredevil saves North from a bunch of his colleagues and kickstarts North’s downfall as a cop. Which is hey, also his rise as a decent person. Cole North is a fantastic addition, truly. He’s something that Daredevil’s been needing for a while since he never listens to Foggy or his girlfriends. He even, and again I’m jumping ahead, appoints Cole as his moral compass. A pretty decent idea, although Matt will probably mess that up too.

Back to Cole North though. He goes through a transformation that’s masterfully shown through his thoughts (and let me tell you again, how much I appreciate different perspectives) and actions. It’s not his book but he’s one of the most memorable characters there. And despite never learning Daredevil’s true identity, he stands by his side, believing it’s possible to change the world.

The next step is actually leading towards what seems to be a massive event. But I’ll be ready to talk about that after I finish it.

This, Zdarsky’s run and Devil’s Reign - an event dedicated to heroes battling Fisk, are some of the best Daredevil comics out there. They don’t play around with Matt’s lighter side anymore and I, personally, like it. There’s something incredibly stylish and dramatic about Daredevil’s life going all the way off the rails.

It leads to darker art and atmosphere, to more mature stories - I like that and that, to me fits the character.

Zdarsky carefully navigates his way through further character development steps to lead to a relevant discussion of social/political issues. It feels well-paced and allows the narrative to flow freely.

The fact that he introduces multiple narrators makes the story richer. We don’t just get one perspective and thus, one point of view, we are forced to at least attempt to sympathize with everyone. This pushes readers out of their comfort zone and gives additional depth to the villains.

Meanwhile, Daredevil himself gets something new, something he hasn’t done or tried before. And even then, he still can’t escape his patterns. It’s as beautiful and entertaining as it is frustrating. But this is the kind of frustration you’d experience towards a friend who keeps making mistakes. That feels familiar and in a way, nice.

The main artist on this run is Marco Chechetto. His work feels heavily inspired by manga but at the same time, it utilizes the best elements of Western comic book art. This symbiosis works well for this specific run. Chechetto’s ability to brighten up the color palette and darken the image when needed is something that allows the stories to play out both in text bubbles and in frames. It adds emotions and even adjusts them. Splash pages and dynamic battle scenes feel like real action. Throw in some street views and pretty epic full-height shots and you get a truly epic book.

There are temporary artists, who take over for one or more issues like Mike Hawthorne. In his case, the change was hardly noticeable because the main color scheme was still followed. I believe in terms of style, there were just a couple issues by another artist that felt off to me.

All in all, like I said, one of the best Daredevil runs.

#marvel #marvel comics #comics #comic books #marvel universe #long reads #comics reviews #daredevil #elektra #elektra natchios #woman without fear #Cole North

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Blood Red : Chapter 14

Doodles of Saturn

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF BLOOD AND VIOLENCE AND PAST SEXUAL ABUSE

Hell's Kitchen : 2016

Aleksandra's POV

A euphoric feeling lingers as I ride my bike to the meeting. I weave in and out of cars in a rush to get there, worried I'll crash if I ride on this high any longer. I've never had to ride my motorcycle or drive a car while my head remains stuck in this haze, but I kinda like it. I like the absence of worry and strategy; I like the recklessness.

Tonight's meeting is at the Ranskahov garage, where they stash their taxis. It's a typical meeting spot, unassuming. You wouldn't question a bunch of cars going into a garage. That would be a ridiculous thing to be suspicious of. I'd almost feel bad for the idiot who thought, "Huh, I wonder why cars are going into a garage?"

I don't slow down as I navigate into the opening of the garage, allowing the ramp to pull me down even faster than I was going, adding extra adrenaline to my already excessive-high. My heart is going incredibly fast; I fucking love it.

My bike comes to a skidding stop, forcing all the momentum to stop at once and forcing my bike to turn 180 degrees to avoid crashing into something or someone. Besides the usual people at Mr. Fisk's meetings, there were also the people the Ranskahov brothers employ. Bloodstained water covered the ground and slowly drained.

More blood.

This night keeps getting better and better.

The smell is dull, diluted with water. It doesn't matter, though; blood is blood.

Even over the sound of the power washer the Ranskahov employees are using to get Anatoly's head bits off the door frame of the car, Leland's voice echoes throughout the garage. Even though he is a loud talker, I cannot fully grasp what he's saying. There's a soft ring in my ears that, combined with the power washer, drowns out the actual words he's saying. I know it's his voice. I know he's speaking, but I can't register anything.

As I approach the group of mobsters and drug dealers, I take the helmet off; my mask and hair are still intact. The instructions for the meeting said to keep the blood on my face, so I do just that. I'm not complaining; I get to ride out my high for longer and relish in a well-done job. My eyes scan the circle, acknowledging everyone I see.

There are so many mobsters in one room. Harsh faces that have or been an accomplice in a murder or assassination. Except for one. In a sea of drugs, sex, and crime, there's an angel sneaking glances and smiles at me.

Under my mask, I want to smile back and let him know I see him, too, but would we risk being in trouble? In the Red Room, we would be punished for anything that indicated a connection, romantic or platonic. We, of course, cared for each other, but no one knew what was a genuine connection or simply bonding because they were there. Although I don't want to, it's the ladder.

Maverick's face melts away all of the other thoughts in my brain. Nothing else matters right now. I've just met him, but I feel like I've known him for years at this point.

Why am I feeling like this? I have been around boys my whole life, yet he makes me feel something. He isn't just an object; he means something. Fuck, I must be going crazy.

The illusion of it being just us is quickly fading. Our reality crashes back as Leland continues to ask questions. Gao just giggles at him.

Leland looks me in the eyes and says something to me. I can't make out his words, but I can sort of read his lips. He repeats the word "look" several times, but he mumbles so much that I don't catch the rest.

His eyes dart to something behind me that shuts him up immediately. I push my shoulders back, making myself look more intimidating as Fisk's car pulls up.

Fisk's car is silent; if you weren't completely quiet yourself, you wouldn't be able to hear it.

Wesley steps out of the car first, straightening out his suit jacket. Not even a millisecond later, Leland starts to run his mouth again.

"Why aren't we meeting in the usual place? And what's all this?" He gestures to the bloody cars and garage.

"An opportunity," Fisk's voice echoes throughout the garage, controlling the conversation. "for those willing to seize it."

Madam Gao laughs again. I can't tell if she's crazy or just a bitch. She is my favorite out of the group, though. She finally speaks up.

"最后，我们看到了主销。是什么花了你这么久." (Finally, we get to see the kingpin again. What's been taking you so long.) Her voice is very cheerful, with a hint of sarcasm. She truly is my favorite mobster.

Wesley turns his head to Fisk, not making eye contact. "She's happy to see you." His voice is quiet like it always is. It has a false calmness; if you weren't familiar with reading people, you would think it's true. He tries so hard to behave how mobsters do in the movies, but it seems almost too natural to him. He's still wearing a mask, though; he's not born for this like Fisk.

"My apologies," He leaves a long pause in the middle of his sentence, "for my absence of late." His voice grows louder, and he becomes more controlling of the situation. "And for calling you here on little notice."

"Where are the Smiley Twins? Sleeping off another kidnapping?" Leland, who had no impulse control, decides to interrupt Fisk again. As silence hung for a moment, his eyes drifted to me, then back to Fisk. "What's with bloody over there?"

That sentence caught Maverick's attention. He looked up a bit at me, then put his back down and continued to write. My eyes had to stay focused on Leland, not allowing me to see Maverick's facial expression without looking. Is he disgusted with me? Ashamed?

"The Ranskahovs are no longer a part of this organization."

"Since when?" Leland's annoying little voice butts in.

"Since I removed Anatoly's head," the silence was deafening, "with my car door."

I take a sharp inhale, the memories of blood and carnage rushing back. My brain goes fuzzy again. Madam Gao's voice becomes distant again.

The smell of the blood from last night still lingers in my mind, mixing with the scent of the blood on my face now. I want to resist getting lost in my thoughts, I really do, but it's hard not to. My brain is hardwired, too. Not just psychologically but biologically and chemically, too. I'm fucked in the head on a neurological level.

I want to move my head and look at Maverick and see his reaction to everything. In meetings like this, I feel sick to my stomach seeing his reactions. Today's worse than the others; I've never had blood on my face and clothes before. I've never been on a blood high around him before.

He seems almost unbothered by the meeting and the topic being covered. He's unfazed by the blood, talk of murder, and the mobsters surrounding him.

I allow my eyes to drift up and down, analyzing Maverick; his head is down, taking notes. His sleeves are rolled up to just above his elbows, and his tie is a bit loose. The paper he's holding isn't very big, but big enough for me to make out some of the things he wrote before Fisk came. Several long math equations are scratched on the paper, and next to them is a little doodle of Saturn.

He doesn't belong here. I need to protect him.

I've never felt this instinct to protect towards someone before. I guarded who and when I was told to, not when I felt it was right. Protecting Maverick feels right.

My view of Maverick is eclipsed by Fisk. He towers over Maverick. Maverick isn't a small man, but he doesn't compare to Fisk's colossal build. Although the most dangerous mobster in New York is glooming over not just Maverick but Leland, too, he doesn't care. He is unfazed, writing notes, equations, and the occasional doodle.

"The masked vigilante killed his brother."

I can feel my eyes dilate, the spike in my nervous system is evident, but no amount of blood-struck euphoria will make me lose my composure in front of Maverick. He doesn't need to see me this way.

"At least that's what Vladimir believes."

All eyes in the room turn to me. Everyone, except for Maverick's. His nose is in the notepad. Scribbling and scribbling to the point he needs to flip the paper again. His fingers are diligent. His hands are flexed, making the veins and muscles on his arms stand out against his rolled-up sleeves. Such strong arms for such a delicate person.

"Did your little widow-monkey-blood-girl do it?"

I know what my role is supposed to be here; say something intimidating to play into the part I've been cast in. Even though my brain is screaming at me to be the bad guy, I can't do it.

"You think I wear his blood for full day?" I tilt my head slightly, staring deep into Leland's soul "I'm not a monster." I relax my voice, creating a haunting whisper. I'm doing my job, what I'm doing is enough.

"Weren't the Russians terrified of you? I wouldn't exactly call you an angel-"

"I thought she was? Russia's angel of death." Maverick's voice cuts through like a knife. All eyes going from me to him. "I did my research. I do my job."

"Little sh-"

"That's enough." Wesley's eyes. "We came here to hear from our employer. Let him speak."

Fisk continues talking, everyone's attention turns back to him; all but mine. My eyes stay on Maverick. His eyes linger for a bit on me before returning down to his notepad. He flips it again, but very few notes are on the page. The majority of it is taken up by a doodle of an ocean wave, but it couldn't keep my attention. The opposite side of the paper had delicate angel wings and a halo. But between them, a little heart.

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Masterlists

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Kayhi808 Masterlist

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) Masterlist

Second Chances - Billy Russo (Completed)

Reader started off as casually dating Billy Russo, but things change once she decides she deserves more.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Second Chance Xmas, Christmas Bill

More Than Our Scars Master List- Billy Russo (Completed)

Billy Russo (Season 2) AU- Billy had a mission to take down Kingpin that went sideways & left him scarred & injured. One night he comes across Reader, who is also a victim of Wilson "Kingpin" Fisk. Together they'll topple New York's biggest crime lord.

Hurry Home - Billy Russo (Completed)

Billy leaves on a mission and returns to a destroyed life

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3

Return Home - Billy Russo

Billy and Reader meet up years later. Can they repair what was once destroyed?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Challenge Accepted - Billy Russo (Completed)

What started off as a long distance, friends with benefits relationship, changes once you move to NYC to advance your career.

Billy Mine Master List - Billy Russo (Completed)

Juliet's loved Billy since she was 3 years old. Life chose different paths for them, but fate brings them back together 20yrs later.

The Assassin- Billy Russo (Completed)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Perfect Match - Masterlist

You are kidnapped by Billy, one of the best assassins in the world because your father double crossed him on a deal. Your grandfather is head of the Luciano crime family & you are determined to supersede you father as the next head of the family, but you need a husband to rule by your side.

What Happens in Vegas...

...Stays in Vegas

Company Party

Part 1 , Part 2

One-shots:

Birthday Pickup - Billy Russo

Valentine's Day - Billy Russo

Gold Rush -Billy Russo

Farmers Market - Billy Russo

Betrayed - Billy Russo

Legends - Billy Russo

Only By 1000% & 1000% Better - Billy Russo

I'll Survive - Billy Russo

Poor Planning - Billy Russo

Pretty - Billy Russo, Pretty 2 , Pretty 3

Collision - Billy Russo

Asks:

Betrayed 2

Mandy's Sweater Weather Challenge

Krewe of Boo - Bucky Barnes

You Were Never Mine - Billy Russo (Marines)

Rainy Days - Billy Russo

The Darkling's Pet - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

**All moodboard pics for my chapters are taken from Pinterest. Please let me know if I need to remove them**

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfic #billy russo imagine #billy russo x you #billy russo angst #billy russo smut #billy russo fluff

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Everyone show me one of your favourite artworks of one of your favourite historical figures :3

i ' ll go first :

1863 William Henry Fisk ' s " Robespierre Receiving Letters from Friends of his Victims with Assassination Threats "

which , yikes , BUT . but but he looks cutesy so idgaf / lh

#frev #art #william henry fisk #maximilien robespierre

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What If...The Ronin Took The Ten Rings?

Following up on my recent train of What If…? ideas, here’s a cool design for an idea I had connecting a few different parts of the MCU together.

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[In this universe, after losing his family in the Snap and donning the Ronin persona, Clint Barton’s quest for vengeance as the Ronin led him into the sights of Xu Wenwu and the Ten Rings. While the other members found the Ronin to be a threat to their regime, Wenwu saw in the former Avenger a possible new means to return Shang-Chi and Xialing to him.

Setting up a fake hit job to lure in the Ronin, Wenwu approached Clint with an offer to join him, telling them they can protect the world better than his former allies did.

Clint points out his Ten Rings, recognizing him as the true Mandarin who was responsible for Tony Stark’s capture in Afghanistan. Wenwu laments to him about his family’s death, emphasizing with him over his wife Ying Li’s death. He tells him that he can help him clear the board and remove players like Kingpin and Power Broker from the table. Ronin accepts his offer, becoming Wenwu’s enforcer, but in secret forms ulterior motives to overthrow him.

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Over the course of a year and a half, Ronin works as the Ten Rings best assassin alongside Razorfist and Death Dealer, removing their enemies in places like Madripoor, New York, Hong Kong, etc. He clears through his targets one after the next, leaving nothing but death and bloodshed in his wake.

His warpath drew the attention of people like Wilson Fisk and Sharon Carter, who saw the potential threat of this assassin if he were to rise to power, as well as his former friend Natasha Romanoff who becomes worried for her friend’s safety and mentality as his rampage grows more dangerous.

All the while, as the Ronin rises in the ranks of the Ten Rings, he starts building his own group of followers within it, working towards his ultimate goal of overthrowing the Warrior King.

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During a mission to infiltrate the Power Broker’s operations, he spots her with Xu Xialing discussing the potential prospects of the new batch of Super Solider Serum. Seizing the opportunity, the Robin goes rogue; he knocks out the lights, takes out Sharon and her guards and corners Xialing, engaging her in a duel. While Xialing easily overpowers him and is prepared to kill him in a chokehold, Ronin breaks free by grabbing her by the arm, dislocating it, allowing him to knock her back down.

As he takes her away, Sharon, still groggy, puts in a distress call to Natasha, believing if anyone can stop him, she can. She relays the message to Fisk, who in retaliation sends Maya Lopez after him, knowing this could go south if the Ronin succeeds in his plan.

After locating and tracking down her brother Shang-Chi at his apartment in San Francisco, the duel lasts a bit longer than expected, with Shang-Chi managing to actually pin the former Avenger down for a killing blow, until Nat arrives, telling him that’s Clint Barton. Ronin uses this to his advantage, using Shang-Chi’s pendant as a projectile to activate Nat’s Widow’s Bites, before pushing Shang-Chi right in the line of fire, shocking him unconscious.

Nat tries to stop him, but Ronin throws a smoke bomb at the ground, blinding her. When it clears, he’s gone with Shang-Chi. Knowing where he’s likely going, she races off to try and stop him, unaware that Maya is watching and following her all the while.

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Back at the Ten Rings’ HQ, Wenwu and Razor Fist are looking over the scrolls of Ta-Lo, trying to find the gateway to it, when the guards start clamoring outside as something is happening. Wenwu armors up and steps outside, only to his horror to find both Xialing and Shang-Chi tied up, bloodied, and held hostage by Ronin and his loyalists.

A grief-fueled Ronin then calls out Wenwu for his actions, and that even a man over a thousand years could never understand what it was like to live as a mere mortal like him, one gave everything to the world despite having no powers or special abilities, yet was shunned and received nothing but shame, ridicule, and ultimately death. He challenges the Mandarin to a duel: One match against him for his children’s life, or else they die.

Remembering what the Iron Gang did to Ying Li on these very grounds, Wenwu ultimately accepts, wanting to put the Ronin back in his place for the sake of his family.

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Elsewhere, Nat is trying desperately to reach the fortress in a rainy blur, until she gets stopped by Maya Lopez, still hellbent on avenging her father and killing Clint.

As Nat fights to get there first, both factions of the Ten Rings gather around the palace; Shang-Chi and Xialing, still bound, are forced to watch the duel that will decide their fate and their family’s. Clint and Wenwu, both armored up, draw their weapons, the rain shimmering around the both of them.

The battle begins, the two warriors engage in an all-out melee, Wenwu’s power only being matched by Clint’s swiftness and agility, his sword clashing with the Rings’s in a cacophony of combat. Eventually though, Wenwu’s sheer strength starts to overpower Clint, beating him senseless, but Clint anticipated this, waiting for the moment when Wenwu would get more reckless in his attacks. Meanwhile, back outside, Nat manages to knock off Maya’s leg and stun her with a Widow Bite, apologizing for that before running off to stop Clint.

As Clint gets smashed into the ground, Wenwu raises his fist, readying his Rings to kill him, but in doing so gives Ronin the opening he needed. Clint manages to slip a piece of sharp debris into his glove when he was pinned, so now, using the same trick as he did with Shang-Chi with his deadly accuracy, ricochets his new projectile right into Wenwu’s median nerve, severing it.

Wasting not a second, Clint grabs his sword and stabs Wenwu in the leg, further crippling him. As he continues fighting, Wenwu’s strength begins to give, as the Ronin keeps hitting him at critical points to take him off the edge. Then the game-changer comes as Wenwu tries to blast Clint with the Rings, allowing Clint to knock him down as he calls them back to him. Whirring around, Clint manages to catch the Rings on his own arm mid-flight, before spinning back to finish off Wenwu with a downward slam, knocking everyone back. He continues beating into Wenwu, visions of his family, of his pain, of everything he suffered though, and yet even that was never enough.

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Nat sees the concentric bursts of power from the palace, knowing that either way, something’s wrong. As Wenwu lays bloodied and defeated, Ronin uses his new Rings to take the rest from Wenwu, claiming them for himself. Shang-Chi and Xialing try to break free to save their father, but Ronin uses the Rings to hold them in place and watch. Wenwu looks over at them, accepting that his goal of reuniting his family was somewhat successful in the end, telling them both to avenge their family.

Wenwu accepts his fate, surrendering to the Ronin as Shang-Chi and Xialing are left helpless to watch. Clint then channels the Rings’ power into his blade, preparing to finish off the Mandarin for good.

Nat then barges in, witnessing the unfortunate scene before her. Clint glares at her, the friend she once knew gone, now replaced by a madman. As Ronin unmasks himself, Nat tells him she’s sorry she failed him, that she knows why he’s doing this but that he needs to stop, but Clint isn’t having any of it. As Nat begs for Clint to see reason and asks what will it take for him to listen, he simply tells her the same thing he’s told all his enemies:

“What I want…you can’t give me.”

He stabs Wenwu, as Nat, Shang-Chi, and Xialing watch in horror. Nat leaps in to try and stop him, but Clint just throws the two at her, before ordering his men to take them captive. Razor Fist breaks through and holds Ronin’s loyalists back, allowing them time to escape, but sacrificing himself in the process.

As the three make their escape, they find Maya on the ground still reeling from the Widow Bite. Nat removes it and tells her that if she wants to live, then they all need to go. As the group escape the oncoming convoy of troops after them, The Ronin watches on, not even fazed. He admires this new strength and commands the rest of his troops to submit to him or die, gesturing to Wenwu’s and Razor Fist’s dead bodies. The other troops submit to him, declaring the Ronin as their new leader.

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As both groups report to their higher-ups - Nat, Shang-Chi, and Xialing to the other remaining Avengers; Maya to Wilson Fisk and Sharon Carter - both sides receive a message from Ronin, informing them that Wenwu’s death was just the beginning. He tells them all that a new era has begun, one from which only reckoning will come for all who bar him from his goal.

With that, the Ronin assumes his new throne as the ruler of the Ten Rings, his aim and his empire now secured as one, all while forces beyond watch in preparation.

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Sorry if the bio’s a bit lengthier than most, but I thought it would be an interesting concept for a future What If..? scenario plus a fun way to revisit a more unexplored part of Marvel’s past with the Blip.

Hope you like it!

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Bad Timing (Matt Murdock x Private Investigator!Wife)

This is Part one of the "Playing With Fire" series.

Summary: You are framed for the murder of a hitman, by one annoying Wilson Fisk. Matt has to do everything he can to clear your name.

Warnings: mentions of murder, angst, pregnancy, interrogation, arrest, crying.

I was listening to you are the reason while writing this so here you go.

There goes my mind racing, and you are the reason, that I'm still breathing, I'm hopeless now. You are the Reason\Calum Scott

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You were a private investigator. You knew you’d get arrested at some point. But for something you didn’t do? Last thing you expected.

You glared at Detective Johnson, who you’d never heard of before.

“I didn’t kill anyone.”

“Mrs. Murdock, we know about your past connections to S.H.E.I.L.D., and your…work, with agent Barton during the blip. You’re a far cry from innocent.”

“I didn’t do any killing with Barton.”

“Then what exactly did you do with him?”

“I was hired to find him. He wasn’t in his right mind. It took agent Romanoff to pick him up anyways.”

“Either way, ma’am, your fingerprints were found on the murder weapon and it’s registered in your name.”

“I want a lawyer.”

You relaxed at the sound of Matt’s cane tapping down the hallway, stopping at the door of the interrogation room. It opened, revealing your lawyer, and husband.

“So, wanna tell me how you ended up in here?” He asked, making his way to the table.

“A hitman was found murdered and it was my gun. The one that I reported stolen last month.”

Matt took a sharp breath. You both thought it was only a routine mugging, followed by your gun being taken.

“They want to put me in solitary confinement. They deemed me a ‘threat’.”

“Why would they call you a threat?”

“There was one client-agent Romanoff? She asked me to look into finding agent Barton during the blip, and….I did. But he wouldn’t come back.”

“So just because you looked into him, you’re a threat?”

“Because I was affiliated with two ex-assassins. They’re going off of weak evidence, Matt. We both know who’s behind this.”

“Fisk wants you off his back.”

“Baby, I trust you with this case, and I love you, but I think the Murdock name carries bad luck.”

“Yeah I know-“

“Matthew” you sat up straight, taking a breath. “I’m pregnant.”

He stopped, eyes darting around beneath his glasses. “Do they know?” He motioned towards the door.

“They do now if they’re watching us.”

Matt took your hand and brushed a thumb over your knuckles, tensing as he heard your panicked heartbeat.

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“What do you mean?! You’re-you’re not actually charging her are you?”

“I’m sorry Mr. Murdock, but the evidence is pointing to-“

“Weak evidence.”

“We’re putting her in solitary confinement until trial.”

You looked up at Matt with wide eyes. You knew you’d be safe from Fisk for now, but that meant you couldn’t see your husband until trial. You’d never been apart from him for more than a week, and even then you spoke on the phone. He made a small, hopeless noise, hearing your heart race.

“Give me a moment with her, please.” He asked, voice cracking.

“Of course.” Johnson left the room, leaving you and Matt to say goodbye.

He could smell the salt in the air.

“Sweetheart please….don’t cry.”

“What am I gonna do without you…”

“You’ve got a part of me. Hold onto that until I can get you out of this and I promise I will.” He reached up for your face, brushing your tears away before placing a hand on your stomach. Letting out a strangled cry, your lips met his for one last time.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

#human disaster matt murdock #Mart Murdock x reader #Matt Murdock x wife #daredevil x reader #daredevil #marvel cinematic universe #clint barton #hawkeye #black widow #natasha romanoff #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x reader

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welcome back to watchmojo where we are counting down ren's top 5 mike murdock moments

5. Killing Bullseye that one time

so, technically this didnt ACTUALLY happen (or itd be my number one lmfao), it was in a dream Matt was having while he was dying. but listen, okay, mike was still so real for this. bullseye was this close to killing Matt and Mike comes outta nowhere, declares his love for Karen Page, and boom shoots the guy right off a fuckin skyscraper how could i NOT talk about this, okay?

4. Being thrown to the ground

listen, he looks good a little roughed up, alright? what are you, a fuckin cop or somethin? aint it my right as a living, breathing, human being to enjoy pretty boys being thrown around a lil sometimes? damn

for reference: the first photo was when he was pretending to be Matt, trying to deal with some mob bosses. one of them got angry and pushed him down. the second was when mike was first introduced in the soule/noto run. bad guys bust into the bar hes at and matt throws him behind cover lmfao

3. this EXCELLENT reintroduction in the 2020 annual

the 2020 annual is when we get mike's whole backstory and THIS is the first panel we see him in. this is genuinely poetic. mike murdock wouldnt exist without first being made-up by matt (and matt pretending to be mike). we all know the story of matt losing his eye sight, he pushed a person out of the way of a van that was carrying toxic chemicals, blah blah

well. here we are yet again. except everythings flipped on its head. mike is pretending to be matt. he's jumping in front of this van to make the guys think theyve hit him so he can help rob them. he isnt saving anyone but he sure as hell is putting himself in danger. it sets the tone for his whole character. its just. yeah. this was fantastic, honestly.

2. his reaction to butch assualting hammerhead

okay so this was the moment in vol 6 that genuinely caught my complete attention. this was the moment i realized just how different and special mike was.

murdocks are known for, well, violence. jack was a boxer, he wanted matt to grow up and be nothing like him. he didnt want matt to fight only for matt to become daredevil later in life. we are led to believe there's almost this inherent violent streak to being "a murdock"

this is after a mob boss meeting, mike is watching hammerhead (a boss) from the shadows, helping butch keep track of him. he lets butch know where hammerhead is. butch proceeds to threaten hammerhead, bash his head into a car, yell at him, then gouge one of his eyes out.

and, well. this was mike's reaction.

this is the first time we are given a glimpse of mike's morals, his values. besides how much he cares for the people close to him, we find out he has an aversion to violence. he's a career criminal, i'm not saying he doesnt know how to throw a punch, but he goes out of his way to avoid it.

he's repeatedly shown to be a voice of reason, a mediator, and every time a violent solution is brought up, he immediately protests and wants to figure out a different way. that's fascinating to me.

he's breaking the mold of being "a murdock" in the most unexpected way. we think he must be so much like jack to so easily get involved in crime (with even jack saying so himself), but here we are shown that's wrong.

i wish we could've gotten his and butch's convo directly after this. also, another thing, mike's reaction to people he cares about doing something he doesnt approve of isn't to get angry, it's to worry. which, again. fascinating. admirable, even.

when he finds out matt's "in rehab" he's worried, and yeah a little angry, but mostly concerned for his brother. even after this incident, we are seen mike being very worried later. he's concerned for butch's mental state and wants to stop him from making any rash decisions (ie killing someone)

but, yeah. sorry for the damn essay (and heres another) anyways

trying to save wilson fisk from being assassinated

christs sake hes so fucking gorgeous. also ignore matt being an asshole here because that's all he ever did when mike was around.

this was another very interesting moment in which we see mike's strong morals on full display. we are repeatedly told mike isn't the kind of person to be trusted, he doesnt take things seriously, he's morally ambiguous yada yada. and yet.

as soon as he finds out butch is planning to maybe (which he later find out he's correct about) put a hit on wilson fisk, wilson fuckin fisk, he wants to stop it. mike is under the impression that killing someone is not a line you can cross and come back from. he's deeply concerned about the path his friend is headed down.

In this scene, he's coming to visit foggy in the hospital to talk to him about maybe getting butch out of jail while also hoping to catch daredevil there. he does, obviously.

his full intention is to team up with daredevil to try and take fisk down. mike thinks if he can take fisk down it'll stop butch from trying to kill him.

him going to daredevil also shows his ability to extend his compassion to others. he has no fuckin reason to trust daredevil. daredevil has done nothing but insult mike, yell and argue with him, and even rough him up a couple of times. and still, mike decides to reach out because he knows daredevil is supposed to be a good guy. he also knows daredevil is supposed to be matt's close friend.

he brings it up more than once that the reason he trusts daredevil is because of matt being his friend (despite mike and matt supposedly not being close).

so, yeah, i got a little off-topic, but that's why i love this scene so much. it shows not only how deeply mike cares for people, but also his compassion and aversion to violence. he's trying to take care of his best friend and trust daredevil despite their differences. he's showing how good of a person he is and how dedicated he is to his cause of a "bloodless" coup.

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if you made it this far fuckin THANKS, mike is my favoritest most specialist boy lmao and this turned into a character study high key but im not mad about it

#mike murdock #mike meta #ren rambles #daredevil comics #mike murdock meta #ren writes #here queues... daredevil!

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The Best Daredevil Fics I read in 2022

How to Make a Family by Matt Murdock

Step 1. Have a dad.

Step 2. Lose your dad. Be miserable. Great job, everyone. We’re doing amazing so far.

(Matt's arduous journey towards being a functional person, with many stops and starts along the way.)

Candy Land

Matt is having fun with this, at least in some way. Sucking on Life Savers and smirking, and no guilt at all. If Matt could feel guilt, none of this would be happening. Things might be okay again.

But he doesn’t, and this is what Foggy is left with: a candy-stained mouth and a creature that’s more devil than man.

And Foggy still loves him

Invisible Ink

“Hello, welcome to Josie’s, I’m Foggy, what are you looking for?”

“Uh, nothing,” the guy replies, and Foggy is nonplussed for the nanosecond it takes to put together glasses, cane, and the way Hottie McHotFace is gazing absently over his shoulder.

“Oh, oh, you’re blind, dude, sorry. But, uh, this is a tattoo parlour?”

“I know.” The guy sighs. “I lost a bet?”

Or: The One Where Foggy Is A Tattoo Artist And Matt Is The Worst

Just to Listen to Your Breath

After the events of Season 2, Matt and Foggy aren't speaking. But that doesn't mean Matt's not hanging around.

Knock Three Times (On the Ceiling If You Want Me)

Matt's downstairs neighbor sings showtunes (badly) at all hours, eats weird-smelling food, and never stops talking.

Matt falls in love long before they actually meet.

Rowan and Red Oak

Foggy meets a man with a red oak wand and a sweet smile. Over the next eight years, Foggy makes a lot of coffee, reads a lot of tea leaves, breaks a lot of rules and casts a lot of charms. He also spends a good amount of his time pining over his perfect partner and trying to keep his wild outbursts of emotional magic to a minimum.

Stupid Cupid

Foggy plays karma bingo and wins a cupid.

His cupid is possibly the worst matchmaker in the world.

Other People's Blood

Foggy finds himself reminiscing on the ten years he's known Matt Murdock - son of and assassin for the Kingpin. The things they've learned about each other and the violence they've wrought together. Something sharp, and twisted, and beautiful.

A love story written in other people's blood.

The Constellation of Touch

Months after Fisk is put away, nothing's right between the partners at Nelson and Murdock. But Christmas is here, and Matt is still expected at the Nelson house.

darling you're stars

Matt wanted only Foggy’s purple flannel and if he could not have that, then he would have nothing. He would go cold.

(Foggy tries to understand the underlying causes of Matt's bizarre relationship with clothes.)

just meant to smile

“So we agree that Matt is still an Elle, though?” Foggy said.

The current working theory among their cohort was that there were Elles, Emmetts, Vivians, and Warners and if you weren’t one of them you were an extra and you were doomed to fail.

“Yeah, no. He’s still an Elle.”

“Okay, so at the risk of sounding desperate, does this make me an Emmett yet?” Marci gave him a pitying look. She reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

“It’s gonna be okay, Vivian,” she promised. “The plot will go on once we get our internships.”

(The Legally Blonde AU that no one asked for.)

Take All The Courage

When what should have been a straight forward mission in Hell's Kitchen goes pear shaped due to lack of communication, teaching his teammates sign language seems like a logical step to Clint. Communication when their comms are down - great plan! And including the local vigilante, who's been working closely with them on this, is a real no-brainer.

Until it turns out said vigilante is an asshole that thinks sign language is beneath him, judging by the way he's stubbornly refusing to learn it.

(Conversely - Matt's trying, he really is but damn it, those two signs are exactly the same... what do you mean they mean completely different things?!)

None So Blind

They say when you assume you make an ass of you and me.

Matt wishes that the Avenger's assumptions about his seeming inability to read the written word did something as benign as making an ass of him and them. Being called illiterate shouldn't hurt, not when he knows he's not, and it's not like he can tell them the truth.

Not that the truth would make much difference. He's just going to have to grin and bear it.

If he can.

Speyeria Cybele

Matthew's not the first Murdock to tell Father Lantom he had the Devil in him. Only Jack's Devil was nothing like the one Matthew sees in himself.

Jack's Devil was magic. Literally.

(Or a history of Father Lantom's relationship with magic, the Devil and the Murdock boys)

anthropomorphism

Matthew Michael Murdock was a person who had been taken, killed or next to killed, and turned into a droid.

Foggy sobbed as quietly as he could into the toilet.

Like a Handprint on My Heart

The day Foggy’s supposed to start working at Hogarth, Chao, and Benowitz, he wakes up, walks into the bathroom, starts to take a leak, glances down to check his aim, and freezes when he sees black letters on the inside of his right elbow.

His bladder forgotten, he brings his arm up, closer to his face and horizontal, as if he couldn't tell what the word was immediately. As if he'd somehow misread it, even though it's only four letters.

Matt.

Look Around, It's You I Can't Replace

Matt handles his separation from Foggy after the breakup of Nelson and Murdock a bit less well than he anticipated. As in he doesn't really handle it at all.

What All This Time Was For

On the rare occasions he reminisces about high school Foggy kind of wonders if he isn't just filling in the worst parts of teen comedies.

Foggy goes to his high school reunion.

#daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #mattfoggy #ao3 #fanfiction #fic recs #fanfiction recommendation #fic rec #daredevil fic #mattfoggy fic rec

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As Luck Would Have It Part 3

Summary: Three years go by. You're now the head of Fisk Industries and you have a run in with Spider-Man. Old feelings get dragged up.

Pairing: Peter B. Parker x Queenpin!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI; Angst, guns, knives, Smut, Oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), rough sex

A/N: Ah, here we are. Last (?) part (I may do an epilogue ch)! I really love Peter B Parker so much it's actually insane. I think I'll spend the rest of my days wishing he was real. (pics from pinterest)

Marvel Masterlist - Taglist Form - Marvel Sideblog: @stevengrantnotrogers

Three Years Later…

Mary Jane Watson. That’s the woman sitting across from Peter right now. She’s pretty, has a good sense of humor, and isn't an assassin… She ticks all of Peter’s mental boxes.

But he knows he’s not going to call this woman again. Not that there was anything wrong with her… She just isn’t you. You were his best friend, the love of his life, and his entire world. He knows he can’t recreate that with just anyone.

When Peter gets home, the same home that the two of you shared, he takes off his tie (the tie you got him for your 5th anniversary) and goes and sits on the couch, turning on the local news. Immediately, a high speed chase catches his eye. Perhaps this is what he needs to get his mind off of you again. A distraction.

That’s how he’s gotten by the last three years. Distraction after distraction. He throws himself into being Spider-Man even more than he used to. It’s what keeps him sane. It’s what keeps him going.

He’s not afraid to admit that he let himself go mentally and physically the first two and a half years but now… he’s gotten back into the swing (ha, get it?) of things again. He’s proud of the progress he’s made. Peter is already out the fire escape, mask on, swinging toward the commotion down near Throgs Neck Bridge. If he’s lucky, he can catch them in time and stop them from even hitting the bridge.

You have no idea how the hell you even managed to end up in this fucking predicament. You don’t do car chases anymore. And you sure as hell don’t chase after thieves. But here you are, on your bike, chasing after Johnny’s cousin Mike. The idiot who stole 3.5 million dollars from you after he thought you weren’t treating him fair enough. He apparently thought you’d be a pushover and that you’d just let it slide. That was his mistake.

Mike is on the bike in front of you, while Johnny is in the SUV behind you, prepared to take Mike down if he has to. You’re pretty sure he’s going to get caught in traffic on Throgs Neck Bridge before you all hit Queens.

A place you haven’t been in three years…

Shaking your head, you refuse to think about it. To think about him.

“Do you see him?” Johnny’s voice is in your ear piece.

Him?

Oh. Mike. Duh.

“Yeah, I’m closing in on him.” You reply, smirking as you pull your gun out, aiming it.

Out of nowhere, you hear a ‘thwip’ and your gun is being pulled away from you midair.

“What the fuck?” You look around.

That’s when you see him. The red suit… Of course he’d be here.

“Goddammit.” You ride near the rail, almost hitting it, clearly distracted.

You kick away from it and speed ahead a little bit.

“I think the Spider is here.” Johnny’s voice fills your helmet again.

“Yeah, no shit.” You grunt, pulling your bike over to take him on if you have to. “Take care of Mike. I’ll handle this.”

“You sure-”

“Don’t question me. Go.” You bark.

“Got it.” Johnny’s SUV speeds past you toward Mike and you pull out your knife, prepared to take on Spider-Man.

As if he was waiting for you, he drops down from the top of the bridge, releasing the webbing from his wrist, tilting his head. You take your helmet off and rest it on your bike.

“Long time no see…” He seems nervous.

That voice… Unfortunately, it makes your stomach do somersaults and you feel like you could throw up.

“Well, Parker… I wish I could say it’s a pleasure.” You glare, trying your best to hide your discomfort.

“You say that like your last name isn’t also Parker.” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Haven’t been a Parker in a long time.” You stare at him.

He chuckles. “You look good.”

“I know.”

You can feel him sizing you up and then he looks down and sees the knife in your hand.

“You planning on using that?” He asks, planting his hands on his hips.

The same hips you used to wrap your legs around…

Jesus. Get a grip.

“If I have to.” You shrug, smirking.

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

“And I’d rather you let me pass so I can handle my business.”

“Your business? The one you inherited from the guy you put into a coma?” “I think you mean ‘we’.” You tilt your head.

“Sweetheart, you’re the one who shot him. Not me.” He shakes his head.

Your chest tightens at him calling you ‘sweetheart’ and you know you shouldn’t allow that.

“Don’t call me that.” You step toward him.

He puts his hands up in defense. “My bad. You prefer Queenpin?”

“That guy stole over 3 million dollars from me… I have to get it back.” You roll your shoulders slightly.

It’s been a minute since you’ve had to fight someone yourself. But you’re pretty sure it’s like riding a bike. Once you throw a punch, everything else will come back to you… You think.

What if your body betrays you and won’t let you fight him?

Peter says your name and you nearly stop, afraid that your thought process might be right. Unfortunately, you know if you don’t do this, no one will take you seriously from now on. You’ve worked too hard to get where you’re at to throw it all away for Peter again.

“I have to.” You shake your head.

And then you throw your knife, knowing he’d be able to dodge it. It lands in a car behind him as he dodges it, just as you expected he would. Then you throw a punch, which he unfortunately catches so you rear back and spin and kick him in the chest, sending him flying into the side of a Prius. Which you can’t help but chuckle at.

“That yours?” You smirk.

He chuckles. “I wish. It handled that better than a bike would. Great on gas too.”

You hate that he can still make you smile even after you shattered each other’s hearts.

“Jesus, you really do talk too much.” You start to get frustrated.

More with yourself than him.

“You never said that when we used to-”

You run at him and jump, landing with your thighs around his neck, spinning him so he lands on the ground with an ‘oof’.

He’s breathless as he tries to talk again. “Have to say… missed these thighs suffocating me…”

Christ… That shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does.

“Shut. The fuck. Up.” You squeeze your thighs around his neck, trying to knock him out.

He says your name again and without meaning to, you let go of him, kicking him away from you, making him stumble.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He says, his voice soft enough to make you want to cry.

“I think you and I both know it’s a little too late for that, Peter.” You murmur.

With a shake of your head, you run back toward your bike, throwing your helmet on and speeding away. You just need to get away from this bridge… Away from him.

Peter watches you go. He wants nothing more than to stop you and beg for you back. To tell you he made a huge mistake. He knows that you taking over for Fisk is his own fault. He should’ve been there for you… He shouldn’t have run away…

Before he even realizes he’s doing it, he’s following you over the bridge toward the Bronx. If he could just… talk to you… one on one. Preferably without trying to kill each other. Maybe he could fix things…

When you get back to your apartment in the Bronx, you do everything you can to not break down and cry.

Instead, you call Johnny for an update.

“Money is secured. Mike is being dealt with.” Johnny replies.

You can hear Peter in your head to not kill Mike… that you’re better than that.

“Boss?” Johnny speaks into the silence when you don’t reply.

Ugh. Goddammit, Peter…

“Turn him over to the NYPD. He can be their problem.” You sigh.

“Boss… I don’t think-” Johnny starts but you snap at him.

“I don’t pay you to think, now do I?” There’s venom in your tone. But also exhaustion.

“Right. Consider it done.” Johnny clicks off and you toss your phone onto your bed, beginning to pace.

Every word that was said between you and Peter starts to replay in your mind. Every touch, every chuckle, everything. It made you feel alive again, despite the heartache of it all.

Would there ever be a possibility of you and Peter finding your way back to each other again one day? Maybe when you’re both gray and too old to be doing this shit anymore… Until then-

The sliding of your window pulls you out of your thoughts and you immediately pull your gun out and point it at the intruder.

“Woah woah, hey! Just me.” Peter sits halfway in the windowsill, his hands up in surrender.

You don’t put your gun down until he takes off his mask, one handed, still keeping the other one up to let you know he’s not here to hurt you. It reminds you of when he’d come home through the window of your first apartment together and you try your best to push the memory out of your mind.

“You followed me?” You tuck away your gun in the back of your pants, shrugging off your leather jacket and tossing it into the chair in the corner of your room.

He’s not subtle in the way his eyes rake over your form in your black t-shirt and tighter fitting black jeans. It makes your burn hotter than you’d care to admit.

“I did.” He admits freely, stepping into your apartment. “Almost scared the 12 cats of the lady right underneath you.”

You can’t help but shrug. “That lady’s rude anyway. Always vacuuming in the middle of the night.”

He lets out a huff of a laugh and for a very small moment, things feel like they used to. But that can’t last long, can it?

“So what do you want Peter?” You stand six feet away from him, your hands on your hips.

He’s quiet for a moment, clearly thinking of what to say. You give him a moment before interrupting him.

“Look-”

“I’m sorry.” His words make you pause.

“What?” “I’m… so so… sorry.” Peter steps a foot closer to you. “I shouldn’t have left that day. I should’ve heard you out… tried to understand your reasoning for things. I’m just… beyond sorry.”

His words send that familiar ache throughout your body and you feel like you’re either going to cry or throw up. Hopefully neither, but who knows.

“Peter…” You whisper, never breaking eye contact with those warm brown eyes you’ve missed since the last day you saw them three years ago.

He cautiously crosses the rest of the gap and takes your hand. “Can I-”

Not bothering to let him finish his sentence, you crush your lips to his, grabbing onto the spider suit as much as you can. His arms circle around your waist, pulling you against him. It’s messy and both of you have tears falling as his tongue begs for entrance into your mouth. You grant him entrance by deepening the kiss, suddenly not able to get close enough.

“Not gonna need this.” He pulls your gun out of the back of your pants and tosses it to the floor and starts to unbutton your jeans.

“Haven’t decided yet.” You smirk against his lips, kicking your boots off somewhere, making Peter chuckle.

He groans softly once he has your pants down on the ground and quickly drops to his knees, his hands sliding up your thighs around to the globes of your ass. He squeezes roughly before placing a kiss just above your pantyline.

“Need to taste you again… please, baby.” He begs softly, looking up at you with needy eyes. “Been too fucking long.”

You can’t help the soft whimper that leaves your lips as you look down at your ex husband on his knees for you. Honestly, he’s never looked so good.

When you used to have sex, you were more submissive but now… there’s definitely a noticeable dynamic change. It doesn’t seem like either one of you mind, though.

“Can I please?” He whispers, begging for permission.

You nod once and he wastes no time yanking your underwear down, tossing them away from your body, and diving his tongue right into your eager pussy. The sound he makes is just downright sinful, causing vibrations throughout your warmth.

Fuck, how you missed this.

“God, Peter…” You moan, running your fingers through his hair and gripping tightly. “Don’t fucking stop.”

He moans again and your hips buck against his tongue, the sounds of your soaked pussy filling the room. Unfortunately, your legs start to go weak. As if he can sense it, he pushes you back on your bed, his mouth never leaving your cunt.

“Fuck…” He groans against you. “Better than I remember.”

When he pushes a finger into you, your back arches up off the bed and you look down at him with lust blown eyes. He’s smirking right up at you and you roll your eyes, both of you chuckling. It’s starting to feel like no time has passed.

“Feel good?” He whispers, his free hand holding you down over your stomach so that you can’t go anywhere.

You nod, only being able to manage a whimper.

“God you’re so tight.” He pushes a second finger in and you can feel your body starting to tense up, the desire for Peter coursing through your veins the way spider venom courses through Peter’s. “You think you can still take my cock?”

Your eyes roll back in your head at the way Peter speaks such dirty things to you.

“I bet you can… can’t you, baby?” He practically coos before his lips and tongue attack your clit again at the same time that he curls his fingers inside of you, threatening to bring you to the edge.

“I- I can.” You whisper. “Haven’t had anyone else since you.”

He groans roughly at that and your body immediately goes white hot as you’re pushed completely over the mental cliff, coming loudly as your hands fly to his hair again, practically writhing on his face.

It’s incredible that your body still reacts the same exact way to Peter as it used to.

“Incredible. Fucking beautiful.” He moans before quickly sliding out of his suit and climbing into the bed with you as you pull yourself up to the pillows at the head of the bed.

Peter’s lips find yours, causing you to taste yourself on his tongue. It’s been so long… you forgot what this felt like. You pull him down to you so that his long length slides along your pussy enough to make you both groan against each other’s lips.

“God… it’s so hot.” He reaches between you and slaps your pussy a few times before dipping just the tip in.

Your nails rake down Peter’s shoulders, your legs spreading eagerly for him. “Fuck me already.”

“Impatient as always.” He smirks, resting his forehead against yours. “Good to know not much has changed.”

He looks down where he keeps dipping the head of his cock in and out, teasing you.

“We have plenty of time to tease each other. Now is not the time.” You whine.

“So you’re saying this is gonna happen again.” He teases.

“Peter.” It comes out breathless as you give him a warning glare.

He moans. “God, I still love the way you say my name. Say it again, babygirl.”

He starts to slide his cock in further and all you can do is moan Peter’s name like it's a prayer to God himself. The stretch feels way too good, way better than you remember.

“God, I missed you.” He whispers breathlessly as he slides all the way in, bottoming out.

You can’t help but clench around him. “I missed you.”

His large hands grip your thighs firmly, pushing them back to open you up more to him and you clench around his cock at the new angle.

“Oh yeah… She remembers me.” He teases, referring to your pussy and the way it’s still made just for him.

“Jesus, Peter.” You roll your eyes, a soft breathless laugh leaving your lips before he kisses you lightly.

“Tell me you didn’t miss this.” He laughs as he pulls out and then thrusts back in.

“I- I can’t.” You whisper against his lips.

He continues pulling out and pushing back in, trying his best to savor the feeling, but you can tell he wants to lose control… to lose himself in you.

“Peter…” You moan to let him know it’s okay, that you’re not going anywhere.

You can see the switch flip and he roughly shoves his cock back into you and buries his face in your neck, breathing you in with a low growl. As your hands find their way back in his hair, he ruts against you mercilessly, desperately. As if you could disappear again at any moment.

“Fuck I love you…” His voice is raspy and low. “Never fucking stopped. Missed you so goddamn much.”

All you can do is kiss him, a lump in your throat threatening to send you into a fit of tears. But he pulls away to look into your eyes, searching with a furrowed brow. He wants to know if you still love him, his thrusting never stopping or letting up.

“Fuck Peter, I love you too.” The tears spill. “Of course I do.”

Without a warning, his orgasm is ripped from him, coating your walls in that familiar come that you’ve missed more than words could even begin to describe. He growls against your lips as they collide with your own.

“I’m- I’m sorry.” He lets out a breathless laugh after a moment, his chest heaving against yours.

“Don’t be.” You let out a laugh with him, still unable to quite believe Peter is in your bed with you.

He stays hovering over you for a moment, his eyes squinting with delight just to be able to be looking at you and holding again.

“God, you’re just as beautiful as the day we got married.” He whispers, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. You roll your eyes and he grins, collapsing next to you. “You roll your eyes but I’m only telling the truth.”

“Shut up.” You push him onto his back, climbing on top of him and kissing him as he hands finding your hips.

“Listen… I know we have a lot to discuss… but I’m in this. No matter what. If we have to keep our businesses separate…” He tries but you shake your head.

“That would never work…” You murmur, kissing down his chest, causing his back to slightly arch into your touch. “I’m giving it up. I’ll go work in actual publishing if I fucking have to.”

He lets out a loud laugh. “Can we get a Prius?”

You groan. “Could you be any more annoying?”

“Easily.” He winks. “Answer the question.”

You rest your head on his chest. “Fine. But I’m not selling my bike.”

“I can live with that.” He pulls you back down to kiss you again and then rolls you over onto your back, already ready for round two.

It’s going to take a lot of work, trust, and therapy… But you know that if you and Peter were able to find your way back to each other, you can find a way to make a better future. And as cheesy as it sounds, as long as you have each other, you know you’ll be okay.

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