“Why did you call me for this,” Claire says, and from the slight displacement of the air and the faint waft of deodorant (unscented), Matt guesses she just gestured.
“She just waved at all of you,” Foggy confirms, and Matt makes a defeated noise into the pillow.
“Bruises, I could do,” Claire starts, and there’s the snap of latex gloves. “Stitches? I could do. I definitely do stitches. Internal bleeding? No problem. But when my patient turns up looking like something out of a Lovecraft novel—“
Claire makes a noise that’s somewhere between frustration and perplexity, and Matt can’t agree with her more. There’s no ceremony in the way that she sits down on the bed and begins examining Matt, fussing with Karen and Foggy to remove their paws from her patient, please.
“Are they hurting you?” Claire interrogates, and Matt’s brain shuts down entirely when Claire presses at the root of one tentacle, right at the juncture where it meets the skin of his back. His body involuntarily shudders and God Matt prays Claire doesn’t realize what that just was.
“No,” Matt says, and for once he isn’t putting on a happy face to make Claire worry less. “No, they’re just. I can’t go out like this, Claire, you understand –“
He doesn’t finish that thought, Instead, he buries his face deeper into the pillow and lets Foggy rub his back, everywhere the tentacles aren’t. This is – relatively speaking? fine – this absolutely does not take the cake for Bad Things Happening to Matt Murdock. Nobu still holds that title, followed closely by microbots that were released into his respiratory system by some high-tech terrorist organization, AIM or HYDRA or whatever, he couldn’t keep track of them anymore, making their way to his brain and temporarily, but completely, blinding him.
Nearly dying and nearly becoming insensate. Tentacles were, erm, an entirely different beast. “I can’t leave my apartment looking like. This.”
“If I understood anything about this, Matt, you’d be the first to know,” And Claire gets out her phone, taps away on it until she makes a pleased sound. “But I think I know someone who could help you.”
“Define help,” Matt says, because if help in this case means getting Stark to scoop the tentacles out of his back like a melon baller, he’s beginning to consider the merits of being bedridden for the rest of his life.
“He’s…a renowned surgeon,” Claire replies, choosing her words carefully, “also happens to be networked with the Avengers, now, though his thing isn’t really being an asshole with tons of money or a radioactive science experiment or, uh, a literal god. Hell of a wizard, though.”
“Oh my God,” Karen says. “You don’t know Stephen Strange.”
“I’d like to know how you know that name,” Matt says, but no one listens to him, as per usual.
So Claire does know Stephen Strange, because apparently all medical professionals know each other or something, and she patches a call through to him asking for a very special house call and that’s the story of how Doctor Strange is going to be paying Matt a visit this next Wednesday.
“Please don’t tell me you told him I was Daredevil,” Matt groans.
“He doesn’t need me to tell him. Sorcerer Supreme? All-Knowing Protector of the Realm? He already knows, Matt. And he’s very pleasant to deal with, too, so just cool your jets, hm?”
“He’s hot, too,” Foggy adds. “I mean. You’d probably figure that out eventually, I just wanted to let you know."
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this is! not really that much of a fill, sorry guys! i've been having too many ideas regarding the direction of this fic and i think i've got a cohesive plan down but just bear with me here. also, because i apparently cannot help myself, i added in a little reference to mark waid's daredevil -- the microbots that rendered matt insensate. in the comic they were administered by dr. doom, but since dr. doom is apparently licensed by fox in the cinematic world (he's the antagonist of the new fantastic 4 movie? WHO KNEW), the microbots now get blamed on AIM and HYDRA, since i'm pretty sure marvel retains the rights to those organizations.
also, this takes place in some weird offshoot reality where doctor strange is still played by joaquin phoenix and is actually attractive. live with it.
what about them? i'm all about them (4/?)
“She just waved at all of you,” Foggy confirms, and Matt makes a defeated noise into the pillow.
“Bruises, I could do,” Claire starts, and there’s the snap of latex gloves. “Stitches? I could do. I definitely do stitches. Internal bleeding? No problem. But when my patient turns up looking like something out of a Lovecraft novel—“
Claire makes a noise that’s somewhere between frustration and perplexity, and Matt can’t agree with her more. There’s no ceremony in the way that she sits down on the bed and begins examining Matt, fussing with Karen and Foggy to remove their paws from her patient, please.
“Are they hurting you?” Claire interrogates, and Matt’s brain shuts down entirely when Claire presses at the root of one tentacle, right at the juncture where it meets the skin of his back. His body involuntarily shudders and God Matt prays Claire doesn’t realize what that just was.
“No,” Matt says, and for once he isn’t putting on a happy face to make Claire worry less. “No, they’re just. I can’t go out like this, Claire, you understand –“
He doesn’t finish that thought, Instead, he buries his face deeper into the pillow and lets Foggy rub his back, everywhere the tentacles aren’t. This is – relatively speaking? fine – this absolutely does not take the cake for Bad Things Happening to Matt Murdock. Nobu still holds that title, followed closely by microbots that were released into his respiratory system by some high-tech terrorist organization, AIM or HYDRA or whatever, he couldn’t keep track of them anymore, making their way to his brain and temporarily, but completely, blinding him.
Nearly dying and nearly becoming insensate. Tentacles were, erm, an entirely different beast. “I can’t leave my apartment looking like. This.”
“If I understood anything about this, Matt, you’d be the first to know,” And Claire gets out her phone, taps away on it until she makes a pleased sound. “But I think I know someone who could help you.”
“Define help,” Matt says, because if help in this case means getting Stark to scoop the tentacles out of his back like a melon baller, he’s beginning to consider the merits of being bedridden for the rest of his life.
“He’s…a renowned surgeon,” Claire replies, choosing her words carefully, “also happens to be networked with the Avengers, now, though his thing isn’t really being an asshole with tons of money or a radioactive science experiment or, uh, a literal god. Hell of a wizard, though.”
“Oh my God,” Karen says. “You don’t know Stephen Strange.”
“I’d like to know how you know that name,” Matt says, but no one listens to him, as per usual.
So Claire does know Stephen Strange, because apparently all medical professionals know each other or something, and she patches a call through to him asking for a very special house call and that’s the story of how Doctor Strange is going to be paying Matt a visit this next Wednesday.
“Please don’t tell me you told him I was Daredevil,” Matt groans.
“He doesn’t need me to tell him. Sorcerer Supreme? All-Knowing Protector of the Realm? He already knows, Matt. And he’s very pleasant to deal with, too, so just cool your jets, hm?”
“He’s hot, too,” Foggy adds. “I mean. You’d probably figure that out eventually, I just wanted to let you know."
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this is! not really that much of a fill, sorry guys! i've been having too many ideas regarding the direction of this fic and i think i've got a cohesive plan down but just bear with me here. also, because i apparently cannot help myself, i added in a little reference to mark waid's daredevil -- the microbots that rendered matt insensate. in the comic they were administered by dr. doom, but since dr. doom is apparently licensed by fox in the cinematic world (he's the antagonist of the new fantastic 4 movie? WHO KNEW), the microbots now get blamed on AIM and HYDRA, since i'm pretty sure marvel retains the rights to those organizations.
also, this takes place in some weird offshoot reality where doctor strange is still played by joaquin phoenix and is actually attractive. live with it.