#this is my 4th attempt of uploading this so im hoping it will actually pop up in the tags this time

[rogueonestan]

a surprise visit

pairing: matt murdock x reader

word count: 1k

summary: after not seeing each other for months, you're surprised to see matt show up in your apartment randomly one night. to your surprise, he asks you the one thing you thought he never would.

notes: this was inspired by this clip and i wanted to write for matt after being in a writer’s block for a long time. this is also loosely taken place during s3, but it’s up to your interpretation. enjoy!

main masterlist | ao3

Most people would be freaked out by the sound of their window being opened late at night. 

It was something that always made your heart race when you heard the faint click of your window being closed shut. You always would grab the nearest blunt object you could find, hoping to stop the intruder before it’s too late, but your heart rate begins to go back to normal the moment you see who the intruder is. Just like right now, you grab the closest thing you can find, which really is just a glass of water on your nightstand, but that same familiar dreadful feeling you have rises from the pit of your stomach to your throat can be felt. 

There’s complete silence in the apartment when you open your bedroom door. There’s not a single sound that echoes in your entire apartment, only your heavy breathing and the hardwood floor creaking underneath your toes can be heard.

The first thought that crosses your mind is the man you’ve longed to see for several months now. Maybe he’s finally decided to show up after all this time, you think to yourself but immediately disregard the thought. No, he would’ve shown up earlier if that were the case.

Maybe it was someone who finally discovered your secret identity or your relationship with a certain vigilante, and they want to do who knows what with you. That thought comes up in your head late at night more times than you like to admit. Being involved in the vigilante lifestyle is nothing short of being scary and risky, so maybe that thought isn’t as far-fetched as you think.

Then, when you finally come around the corner that separates your bedroom from the living room, ready to throw the cup in your head at whoever entered your apartment at this ungodly hour, instead, a scoff leaves your lips when you finally see who it is.

“Hi, little bug.” Hearing the familiar nickname from the familiar voice you’ve been longing to hear for so long now brings a feeling inside your stomach you can’t quite place. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Unlike in the past where you begin to finally calm down once you see the familiar masked man, but right now, his presence is doing the complete opposite as your heart continues to race. 

“I need your help.” Matt tells you when you saunter over to your kitchen table to place your cup down, only a few feet away from the now unmasked man.

A scoff of disbelief leaves your lips. “My help? That’s why you finally decided to show up? Because you need my help?” 

“Yes.” He simply tells you. 

You’re not sure what overcame you, maybe it’s the pent-up stress and rage that you’ve felt for months now, but your body moves on its own accord. Your hand reaches out for the cup you placed on the table only a minute or two ago and then throws it in Matt’s direction. In the back of your mind, you can barely hear Matt’s pleads for you to stop, but you don’t. 

When the glass falls in Matt’s grasp (thanks to his quick reflexes), hands grab whatever is within reach, a book you’ve been reading recently, the silverware you forgot to put away earlier, the random condiments you got with your takeout, the salt and pepper shakers that rest on your tabletop. None of the items you’ve thrown hurt him in any sort of way, mainly just catching him off guard with your sudden outburst, but the anger you’ve held towards him is finally released when he’s standing here in your living room, acting as if nothing has changed between the two of you and everything is normal. 

“You don’t- you can’t just show up here out of the blue like nothing happened and ask for my help! You lost that right when you walked out that door months ago!”  You yell at him. 

“You know why I did!”

“No, I don’t! You never told me!”

“I would’ve if you let me.”

“So, it’s my fault that you left?”

“Don’t twist my words around.”

“Then why did you leave? I’m all ears.”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Of course you can’t. You were never able to tell me anything when we were together, so why start now?” You can’t help but let the bitterness in your voice to return, matching the nauseous feeling you have in your throat. 

“I told you I was DareDevil.”

“Because you had no other choice. That doesn’t exactly count.”

“I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“That’s why you left?” You ask as Matt simply drops his head to the ground. “I already put myself in danger every night when I go out. How much more danger could I possibly be in?”

“The people I've been going up against, they’re a danger, even to you.”

“How dangerous are they?” You ask. 

“I can’t tell you that.”

“So, let me get this straight, you want my help but you can’t tell me who these people are?”

“If I do, then I’m-“

“‘Only putting you in danger.’” You both say simultaneously.

“I know, you’ve told me that a million times before, Matt.”

“I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t important.”

Of course not, why else would you be here? You think to yourself, not wanting to argue any further with Matt. He never asks you for anything, in fact, it’s a rare occasion such as this when he would. It shows that he still trusts you, maybe the only person he would trust with something as important as this, so you don’t vocalize this. 

Seeing him here, standing in your living room just like old times, like you’re living a memory in the past. It brings back all the memories you have together, all the good and the bad, all the screaming matches and the impromptu dates you’ve had in your living room, all of it. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the very thing you’ve been longing for since the morning after he left. 

“So, what did you need help with?”