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...fucking MAFIA PRINCESS MURDOCK

title is a real song lyric: joe henry, civilians, y'all should listen, it does a body good.

because Fisk adopts him when he's like thirteen, right?

cue THE MOST EPIC SULK ever.

"The bed is too soft," Matthew said. He poked his eggs with a fork. "I'll like it when I'm older, I bet." He smiled, that blinding, false smile, straight at Wilson.

**

"I can...leave, if you'd like," Wilson said. "I don't. Mean to. to overwhelm you, Matthew."

"Don't worry," he said, picking at the beginnings of a hole in his jeans. "You couldn't do that."

**

Wilson wouldn't've allowed this particular Japanese businessman into his house, where Matthew slept, if he hadn't known for sure that the first floor was locked up tight and there was absolutely no way for anyone on the second floor to get down, short of the fire escape. Matthew had made his disdain for Wilson, and business, and Wilson's business specifically, very clear, and he was only thirteen: there was no harm to allowing the man into his house, and he had bodyguards patting everyone down at the building's entrance.

Unfortunately, he'd miscalculated: the man had pulled a gun from god-knew-where, immediately after they'd found themselves alone. He was good, too: he didn't get too close, stayed just far enough away to make rushing him a terrible idea.

"You don't want to do this," Wilson said. "It will end. Badly, for you."

The man sneered, bright and impatient.

Right up until Murdock - Matthew, half his size and terribly, terribly fragile - kicked the gun out of his hand, from behind, shouted "hyah!" and punched for his throat. how had he gotten in here, how had he gotten out of bed, Wilson didn't know any of those things but the child was - was going to lose, weapon not withstanding: he lunged for the man, caught him around the throat and the chest, and twisted.

Matthew knelt on the floor, white as milk, panting: when the man gave up the fight, he coughed, and retched, as - finally! now! - the bodyguards rushed in.

"I didn't want to -" Matthew said. He'd started shaking. "But he was going to -"

"Shh," Wilson said, awkwardly: now Matthew's tutor, Ms. Smith, appeared: of course, now, what did he pay her for? He patted Matthew's back, between his shoulderblades; they were shaking. "Go with Ms. Smith, now, don't worry, it'll - "

- he had absolutely no idea what to do with the thirteen-year-old who'd flung himself into Wilson's arms, clutching tight; shaking.

"no don't," Matthew whispered, "please don't send me away, I'll be good, I promise, I won't say anything, please don't -" the collar of Wilson's shirt had become wet - "please don't send me away, please."

"I don't mean to send you away," Wilson said. He was - thank god, finally, Matthew had responded in the way that the psychologists had told him to watch out for. "This is your home, for as long as you'd want to stay."

Matthew laughed into his shoulder, like he'd told a good joke.

"May I," Wilson said. "Take you to - there are things that must be done, here."

"I killed him," Matthew sobbed, "no, no, please don't - I'm sorry, I killed him, I'm sorry -"

"I killed him," Wilson said, and made the executive decision to lift Matthew up (he clung, like a koala) and begin walking to the elevator to the second floor; one of the more competent bodyguards - James - had taken over the living room, which was good: in two hours, there'd be no way to tie Matthew Murdock to the death of anyone in New York city. "You saved my life, Matthew. I'm in your debt."

"I didn't mean to," Matthew mumbled. "Put me down, I'm not a kid, I can - " so Wilson released him; he leaned hard against Wilson's side, shaking, and he tempted fate by wrapping an arm around Matthew's thin, bony shoulders.

"It was fortunate you came downstairs," Wilson said, "and not through the window." Ms. Smith had made her opinions on that security breach absolutely clear.

That had been the wrong thing to say, judging on how quickly Matthew teared up; all these weeks of prickly, angry teenager, and all it took was one near-death experience and one unfortunate assassin's death, to bring a child to open up. "I'm sorry," Matthew said, again: "I heard it, I couldn't help it, I wasn't trying to eavesdrop."

"You should call the police," Matthew told the table. He sounded miserable, and dry: absolutely worn out.

"I'm the one who killed him," Wilson reminded him. He'd made eggs and pancakes and sausage and yogurt: there was a tiny chance that Matthew might express interest in one of them. "Not you. I'm the one who should to go jail; do you want to call the police?"

"NO," Matthew said. "It was - he had a gun. You had to do something."

"I think so," Wilson said.

"I'm a liar," Matthew mumbled; he looked like he was tearing up again. Wilson had never been in circumstances like these before. He wasn't sure if Matthew...should...get a - hug? again? or whether it would be wisest to stay away: he halved the difference, and pulled the second chair up to the table. Matthew knuckled angrily at his eyes. "I heard him from upstairs," Matthew said. "I can hear people, like that. I can hear you." He laughed, ugly and desperate, like sobs: "I'm not really blind, I'm a faker, I'm a mutant probably, you should - you should call Sister Agatha. I won't say anything."

Wilson had no idea what half of that was meant to mean, and less than half of a solid grasp on the other half of it, but - but this child was his responsibility, and had saved his life: "I'll call the school," he said, vaguely. "You'll be excused."

Matthew started laughing; Wilson put a hand on his back, meaning only to steady him while he explained that Matthew Murdock was sick, that day, and wound up with the thirteen-year-old clinging to him, sobbing like his heart was breaking.

(idk? idk? like it turns out all i want is some adult to handle matt after the stick thing. also: fucking CRYING CONSTANTLY. blame murder/puberty.)

(OOPS VERY IMPORTANT: matthew murdock is really truly blind, you guys! there's a line here where baby!matt suggests that he's not really blind because he's got powers, but that is meant to suggest...hormonal, upset thirteen-year-old, not "reality".)

No worries, anon, we got what you meant. He's not really a mutant, either, but I love that he'd think that. (Probably. Matt's not supposed to be a mutant in the MCU, right?)

Anyway, I love everything about this! Thank you!

Little Shit^TM Matt at the beginning, heh, and then he just breaks down and cries, and Fisk doesn't really know how to deal with him either way, but he tries. And none of this warm fuzzyness is in conflict at all with the way he just brutally killed that guy, except in that it upset Matt.

And poor little Matt thinking Fisk should call sister Agnes for a refund, omg.

This is amazing. I really hope you write more.

I want to know how Matt's relationship with Fisk is going to affect him as he gets older, especially since Fisk knows about his senses. Is his morality going to just get a lot more flexible? Is he still going to end up being Daredevil? Will he and Fisk have a falling out at some point? Or is Fisk maybe the one who reevaluates his priorities? Some combination of all of these?

I don't think I can emphasize enough how much I love this. Thank you so much for filling this prompt. ♥♥♥!!!!!

oh god they are SO AWKWARD. like, on their own they are both approximately the most awkward and lonely people alive, and then stuck together? the universe should be imploding.

i love it. :D

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