Marvel Imagines

005 - Matt Murdock - Love is Blind (quite literally)

Imagine : being Matt's girlfriend and finding out that he is Daredevil

Being the girlfriend of Matt Murdock was difficult, to say the least. Everything had an extra layer of difficulty added to it. That was just the blindness; which never really affected the relationship. No, all the added difficulty was from him being Daredevil.

You were five minutes late home? He thought you'd been kidnapped. You were feeling ill? He forced you to see a doctor even if it was just a common cold. 

He was overprotective. But he was also sweet, caring, attentive and thoughtful. He could make your day with something as little as a smile; he was just an all-around amazing guy. So amazing that you often found yourself wondering how on Earth you had ended up with him.

Two years into your relationship, you learnt all about Daredevil. You found out when one night, much to your complete and utter horror, you came back to your apartment to find a shattered window and a trail of blood leading to your kitchen. On first instinct, you reached into your handbag and pulled out your off-duty gun. It was SHIELD policy that their agents carry one when out of office (and, hey, he's not the only one with secrets). 

Hugging close to the wall, you crept down the narrow hallway towards whoever had broken into your home. Cautiously, you rounded the corner and saw a man lying on your couch, covered in various cuts and scrapes, with some kind of black mask over his eyes and nose and thin body armour covering his torso. You would recognise that body anywhere. It was Matt. But you also knew information from the SHIELD database; information that told you he was Daredevil.

He was bleeding pretty badly so you let your field-training kick in. You grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom cabinet without hesitation and shook him awake.

"What?" he asked groggily, but still not moving.

"Don't you 'what' me," you replied snappily as you unscrewed a bottle of alcohol and sloshed some over his wounds. His chest rose and he swore loudly. Worried that your neighbours would overhear, you covered his mouth and nose with your hand. In a last-ditch attempt to make you remove it, he did the unthinkable - he licked your hand.

You jerked it back and he hissed, "What did you do that for?"

"Because if I leave it, it'll get infected and you'll die."

"Not that! I'm talking about how you nearly suffocated me just now!"

"Sorry. Didn't mean to grip that hard."

He lifted an arm and pulled the mask off, staring at you with unseeing eyes. His eyebrows were knitted together - trying to get across how annoyed he was.

You took his hand in yours and held it, running your thumb over his torn knuckles. Slowly, you raised it to your lips and ran your bottom lip over the same path your thumb had just taken, then placed a tender kiss onto it. Your gaze flicked back to his face and he was grinning from ear to ear like the Cheshire Cat.

"It's been a while since you last did that," he said softly.

"It's been a while since you last 'fell on your fists' or 'tripped over'," you replied, sitting down on the floor beside the sofa, resting your chin on his knee whilst gazing at his face. "So, who's face did you fall on?"

"Well, wouldn't you like to know."

"That's kind of why I'm asking."

You both giggled.

"I guess I'll have to babysit you for the next few days," you teased, patting his leg.

"Oh no, I guess I'll just have to stay here and watch TV with you." He paused for effect and the two of you started laughing again. "I mean you watch, I'll listen."

A/N : this was going to be longer but I wasn't really feeling it. Good news is that I've finished exams so I've got more time for writing :)