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Still enjoy this!

It took me forever and a day to have the free time to get back onto the kinkmeme and catch up on this story, but GLORY HALLELUJAH I AM SO HAPPY, I LOVE THIS SO MUCH UGH MY DELIGHTED GRIN IS SPLITTING MY FACE AND MY CHEEKS ACHE.

Being filled here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5541746

Holy shit, man. This is some good porn.

Still love this. And I am looking forward to reading about cute!Matt. Hope all is well.

I'm working on the last bit of this fill. Should have it done sometime tomorrow. Then I'll probably cross post to AO3 with the full fill in a single read along with the edits that have happened since I started writing. Not a lot, but I've added a few details along the way.

yay! :DDD

Okay, third and final section of this fill. It's been a blast to toy with for the last couple months.

You can also find it at AO3.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5702755

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Claire sways over him, a column of flame that directs him, a wave continually breaking against him. He’s surrounded by, glutted on the feedback of her body. It’s hard to hear anything over the pounding of blood in her veins (over the slick sounds of his mouth against her, over his own staggered breathing, the creak of the bed frame as her weight shifts) and he happily confines his senses to this room, this woman, this moment. To one hand braced low on her belly, controlling her forward thrusts, to the other sliding up her spine; the tips of her hair brush against the tips of his fingers as she tosses her head. To the taste of her pleasure, the openness of her body and the answering demand of his.

Above him she pitches forward as he thrusts his tongue as deep as it’ll go; her fingernails rasp against the wall she braces against as he swirls and laps and sucks at her, ready to guide her over the edge again. His hands are big enough that he can just shift his thumb down a little and have her clit within reach. Her voice rises, the siren beckoning even as her body is the ship that will be dashed against the rocks. And he answers the call, urging her on, and on, and on until she shatters.

+

He enjoys this too much. Not that she’s complaining. Really. She’s never had a partner more (single-minded?) (enthusiastic?) (thorough?) dedicated to…

“Oh. Oh, I can’t think when you do that. Matt…oh god, Matt –” It’s so simple a thing, just the barest tips of his two fingers stroking over and through the wetness between her legs (hers, his, theirs), but it’s too soon. Too much. Too little. Too…something. “Matt, please…”

He listens. Turns his hand and cups his palm against her, providing a steady heat. Steady pressure. Doesn’t rob her of sensation entirely, just tempers it. Claire sighs heavily and relaxes, closing her legs to hold him close.

“How are those toes?” Matt slides up the bed, lets her tuck herself under his shoulder, rest against his side, pillow her head on his arm.

“Tingling.” She stretches out, enjoying the weight of her body, the heat of his. The heat of the sun on her back. The light shining through his hair, playing along his soft smile.

“And you?” The arm supporting her head curls up behind her, strokes over her shoulder, her hair. “Is the third time going to be a charm, or are you thinking about tapping out?”

“Depends.” The lovely thing about having the days of not-having-had-the-sex-talk behind them is that Matt takes the ebb and flow of her desire at face value. “We keep going now, I’ll probably still be full tonight.” Full. Satisfied. Satiated. Not that she’ll have had anywhere close enough to him, but their libidos don’t always align and he is not good at being selfish. If they keep going now, then tonight all she’ll really crave is a good cuddle. (Not that she wouldn’t still suck him until he’s a puddle on the sheets, and happily, too.)

“On?” He nuzzles at her hairline, the picture of patient manhood, as if he weren’t hard and damp against her belly.

“On whether you want enthusiastic participation or undivided attention later tonight.”

It’s not the same, the way he brings his face close to hers, rests his forehead against hers and allows her to look her fill; doesn’t hold the same impact it would if he could meet her eyes. But Claire knows by now the way Matt holds himself while thinking, while contemplating his options or his answers. And she does so love to watch him. (Loves how completely unguarded she can allow her own expressions to be around him.)

“Up to you. Missed you too much to be picky.”

Mmm… She smiles, presses it against his skin so he can feel it. “In that case, I’m just taking a breather. What about you? Any…tingling in your extremities?”

His laugh rumbles through his chest (rumbles into hers). “That’s probably a slight understatement, but I doubt there’s any permanent damage happening.”

“Want a second opinion?” Her hand drifts lazily from where it rests on his chest, down, along those ever so masterfully detailed abs (mmm…), play around his almost an outtie belly button –

His hand stops hers, fingers tangling with her, raising their hands to face level where he ghosts kisses over her knuckles. “Thank you, but I have the situation in hand.”

“Well in hand.” She tightens her thighs around his hand, pressing herself into his palm.

“Got your breath back, then?”

“Something like that.”

+

He’s gentle again, fingertips exploring every bare inch of her, dancing over her face, testing the texture of her skin and the give of her muscles. He holds her down for teasing, searching kisses but allows her to hold him in turn. She uses her grip on his hair to guide him where she wants. (She has always been honest in her desires, and he’s always been responsive to her.)

He slides an arm behind her back, arching her up towards his mouth so that he can nibble at her breasts. His hands shape her, cradle her, while…

“Are you praying down there?” The way his lips move against her is…distinct.

Matt answers with a swirl of tongue around her nipple that’s entirely sinful, and has her arching towards him like a plant towards the sun. Only when she’s breathless and boneless does he actually reply. “Is your body not a temple?”

“Religious puns.” She takes deep breaths, trying to order her thoughts. “We need to get you laid more.”

“Working on it.” He bites at her jawline, palms her breast so that he can test its weight. “My beloved is dark and lovely, altogether beautiful, without flaw.” And he sinks back down, presses open kisses to her cleavage, digs his fingers in and drags them down her body. “Let me feed amongst the lilies until day dawns and my head is soaked with dew…” His hand cups her once more, but this time he rocks his palm into her, sending pulses of (heat) (need) (flame) sensation straight through her.

“Jeeesus, Matt.”

“You might want to watch out for blasphemy.” Matt returns to his second-favorite place, face tucking into her neck while his fingers slide into her, filling her perfectly. (Sometimes she thinks she likes his fingers more than she likes his cock.) And Matt has learned how to use his hands, how to twist his fingers, where to press, to rub, to curl…

+

Claire shudders apart under him, breath harsh and fast while her fingers curl into his back with aching desperation. He sees her through it, lips pressed to her pulse and hands stilled. It’s not just her fingers that cling, that pull at him; the slick walls of her sex pull and grasp and ripple… Her sharp sounds of pleasure work their way out of her throat in much the same way, and he can’t help the way he mouths at her.

It makes her clasp tighter. Makes her grab his wrist and hold him exactly where she needs. And she keeps him there while her body shivers and shakes and the tremors move from her to him. (He wants her, wants inside her in whatever way she chooses, but she’s not done.) He doesn’t dare move, doesn’t dare interrupt her or pounce on her or –

The room is getting hot now, and smells almost entirely of Claire. Oh, he’s in there too – dirty clothes, sweat, aftershave, the salty/tangy scent of…impatience. But mostly it’s her. Her skin, her lotion, her hair, her body… He’s surrounded by her even as she’s trapped beneath him, her pulse settling, lungs slowing.

She stills for just an instant, then shouts, once, as she hitches her hips into the palm of his hand. (Claire’s orgasms do not normally come so closely together. Normally she prefers space between, a chance to rest, to talk, to exchange soft touches. Or desperate touches.)

“Oh! Oh!” Her thighs clamp down hard enough to make his hand ache…and then she subside, the taut arch of her body dropping to the mattress without any grace. “Ohhh… Holy hell, Matt.” She presses awkward kisses against the side of his head. “Holy…shit.”

+

She rides him, after. Drags him back to the edge of the bed where he can brace his feet against the floor as she climbs into his laps and sinks down on him. He tries to protest – she doesn’t have to, she must be tired, this won’t last long, she generally doesn’t like going without a condom – but his body tells her all she really needs to know. (His legs spread to better balance them, his arm is clamped around her back like a steel restraint, and he buries his face against her skin.) And he’s also right because she doesn’t have to, she is tired, this is most definitely not going to last. But there’s a shower waiting at the other end so the resulting mess is less significant to her than it might otherwise be.

Besides, it’s hardly as if he’s earned the way she sinks down over his cock. (This isn’t a barter system where orgasms for her earn privileges for him.) She wants him inside her.
It simply feels more…complete.

(As for being tired, he does all the work. She just has to hold on.)

+

They shower together, lingering under the lukewarm water even though they spend more time stepping on each others toes than they do trading caresses and stolen kisses. After, Matt rubs lotion into her shoulders, and she smoothes moisturizer into his cheeks. They dress (she in a sundress that leaves her shoulders bare, he in a pair of holey jeans that she most definitely approves of), and Claire complains about the lateness of the hour relative to peak produce buying times at the farmers’ market. Matt teases her about how much later they’ll be after she makes them stop for coffee on the way there.

It’s not until they’re on the street, fingers loosely clasped and Matt’s “nothing special to see here” disguise in the form of his cane tapping along before them that Matt clears his throat.

“Claire?”

“Mmm?” She wants to make waffles with mango salsa tomorrow, but can’t remember if she has any agave syrup.

“This may seem…forward –”

“Oh no, anything but that.” He sounds adorably hesitant, and he’s blushing a little, which considering where his cheeks were an hour ago is ridiculous but still endearing.

“ – but are you wearing any panties?”

She settles her hand more comfortably in his while she decides how she wants to answer that. “Supersenses can’t tell you?” Not that she would have chosen a skirt with multiple layers for anything other than fashion. Certainly not for the express purpose of messing with him.

“That’s not an answer.”

“I suppose it isn’t. Haven’t you ever noticed that underwear can be…confining? And, not to inflate your ego, but I’m a little sensitive right now.”

He chokes a little before saying, “Technically, that’s not an answer either.”

“I certainly hope not, since I don’t intend on answering.”

“Claire…”

“I gave you options. It’s your own fault you didn’t choose one, and so now we’re going with delayed ‘undivided attention.’ I just wanted to make sure I kept yours.”

When they have to stop at the corner to wait for their signal, Matt reels her in, pressing the length of his body to hers. “Always,” he says, and it sounds like a promise.

OMG OMG OMG SO GOOOD OMG

What if they, as a couple, had something like a "honey do" jar, except instead of household chores, it was full of kinky things they want to try. And like, once a month, they take turns drawing slips out of it and whoever is supposed to be in charge that month has the next four weeks to set up whatever scenario is described. That way, Matt gets to know that Claire wants exactly what's happening, and Claire gets to be manhandled the way she knows he could do to her?

Plot twist, Foggy thought he was actually Sam Winchester the entire time

This is AMAZING and there are so many great ladies in the MCU, we could literally have dozens of episodes of this show!

(Well, Matt/Karen/Foggy version, because I'm not good at leaving him out)

Foggy has told Matt the hottest thing he’s ever seen is Matt performing oral sex. “Whether it’s on me or somebody else,” he initially said. “Partly because that mouth of yours was made for it, but also, you make it super obvious how much you love doing it.”
Later, he surprised Matt by amending that, saying it was actually hotter when he was going down on a woman. “Don’t get me wrong,” he said, “I love getting my dick sucked as much as the next guy, and you sure are good at that. But be honest, Matt, you really, really, *really* love eating pussy.”
And Matt blushed, and said, “Yeah,” and wished he could make Foggy understand what it was like for him, to just be *surrounded* by heat and flesh and sex and pleasure. Sometimes he’s felt more immersed in a woman while going down on her than he has when inside her.
Now, at least, Foggy has some idea about why Matt loves cunnilingus so much. And Karen should too, now that she too knows his secrets. But she’s still in the process of unlearning what she learned at way too young an age, still getting it through her head her pleasure is not a bother she should be a grateful a man was willing to go to all the trouble for, even still figuring out some of what she wants.
They’ve figured out a few things, though. Such as that she likes to be eaten out after being fucked. Which Matt is counting his blessings about.
Even though they’re still using condoms(they’re talking about getting tested and Karen going on birth control, but haven’t worked out the details yet), when Matt brings his face down between her thighs he can smell Foggy’s come, also his more general musk and sweat. It’s mixed in thick with the scent of Karen; she’s sticky everywhere, her juices soaked into the sheets below her. It overwhelms Matt before he’s even touched her; he has to take a moment just to breathe it all in.
That gets a tiny, frustrated noise out of her, followed by a low, gentle chuckle from Foggy. Matt could hear him shifting behind her, his arms moving to wrap around her. He can tell when her breath catches that his hands have found her breasts; can tell when he listens that he’s gently stroking them. He can’t just watch, not with Karen. Not when she once had men do that with cameras. Even Matt, who literally can’t watch anyway, made sure his hands or mouth was doing something to one of them the entire time Foggy was fucking her earlier. Foggy will do the same.
Matt takes his first taste of her with just a flick of his tongue, a tease that draws from her a loud moan he savors almost as much as the warm liquid. “Looking at her up here, Matt,” Foggy murmurs down to him, “I don’t know how much more she can take.” Heeding the notice, Matt brings his mouth forward the final centimeters to her mound.

He starts down near the bottom, sliding his tongue near her entrance, laying it flat against where he knows her skin’s most sensitive. He can hear her voice and blood both getting louder, the latter rushing all around him, especially when her thighs fall against his head. Then he traces her labia. Foggy was gentle with her; they both always are, but he can still find the imprints against her skin made by the sides of his dick. By the time he reaches the top, his tongue flicking near but not on her clit, she’s quivering all over, the vibrations running through his entire face. He’s feeling a little shaky himself; he has to remind himself to breathe. He runs his tongue back down, not yet willing to give up her sweet taste. His hips on their own start moving against the bed; he’s desperately hard, but his hands will be needed up here.
Foggy’s mouth is on her body too; he picks up the sound of his tongue on her skin. Not on her breasts; he can hear those heaving as she gasps for breath. Below, sounds like. His breath is also a little short, and he smells half-hard, though Matt doesn’t think he’s going to come again tonight. He hears him pull away, and him then whisper, “Oh, Matt, her clit’s so swollen. I think…” Sound of him pulling himself up, and then of Karen keening. “Better give her a bit more, Matty.”
Matt moves his head enough to press his tongue against her clitoral hood, laps back and forth the way he knows will drive her absolutely crazy, presses fingers from one hand against her mons to squeeze them in, and with the other slides a single finger into her. The rest of his hand presses against her, gives her something to push against, because she’s starting to push, and he can tell from the heat and how much she’s engorged that she’s close. There’s no sound coming from her now but her breathing.
“Oh, yes, good boy,” Foggy murmurs as he shifts down, presses kisses to Matt’s back, words and lips both sending shocks through him; his body feels like it’s about to snap, and he needs to come so badly it hurts. “Just like that, good boy, giving our girl the pleasure she deserves,” because he’s still working on both of them, giving them both words they need to hear, “let me take care of you.”
He feels Karen’s orgasm start around his finger, and spread out, down her shaking legs and up to she cries out high enough her voice cracks. Feeling her buck against him causes him to groan with pleasure and need both, and a moment later Foggy’s hand finds his dick and he’s coming as hard as her, every cell in his body lighting up with it.
Karen’s still gasping for breath when he comes down, but when Foggy helps Matt shift upward, she grabs his head and kisses him hard, and he kisses back, the emotions running through him making him feel even more wrecked than he does already, especially when Foggy presses behind him; Matt hears a whimper from him as he buries his face in his neck. Karen breaks away to kiss him too; Matt listens to it as he lets himself rest against the sheets and tries to get his bearings back.
By the time Foggy rolls Matt over to give him a kiss, all three of their heartbeats are starting to slow a little, and if Matt is still feeling a little dashed against the rocks, when Karen too wraps her arms around him, he also feels contained and safe. “Thank you,” he whispers when his and Foggy’s lips part.
“I think you’re the one we should both be thanking here,” chuckles Foggy, and kisses him again. “Am I right, Karen?”
“Yeah,” she agrees, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Absolutely.”
“Any time,” he tells them, and lets the rare contentment fill him.

Fill here!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6066577

:)

Hi, I'm the OP and I just found this fill! I love it! Sorry I didn't see it and comment sooner.

“You haven’t been hurting my son, have you?”

OMG, May. This line is like a punch in the gut, which I mean in the best way.

“Are you implying you pay my nephew to sleep with you?”

Oh my god, I laughed so hard at this. XD

Some nights, on particularly bad ones, Peter was home.

I love this. It's so poignant and such a Matt thing to think.

“Please.” She smiled,”Call me May.”

Aw, I think this is my favorite part. What a great ending.

May is awesome. Peter and Matt's relationship is lovely, you really show how much they care about each other, and how naturally they get along. This fic is so funny and touching. Thank you for writing it, it really made my day. :D

The sip echoed through the room. Another slurp followed soon after. Sam’s left eye twitched.

“Aren’t you a bit too young for coffee?” The boy across from him paused, styrofoam cup midway to his mouth. His eyes narrowed then he took drink, the slurp that accompanied it long and loud. “Do you have to do that?”

“Maybe. If you said please. I’m just trying to stay awake.” The boy said and tilted his head toward the small unconscious figure in the bed next to him. The beeping from the machines seemingly oddly quiet in comparison.

“Can you please stop slurping.” The boy smiled.

“Maybe.”

“Sue, stop it. I can hear it down the hall.” The boy’s smile vanished.

“Sorry, boss.”

“Don’t call me that.” The Daredevil retorted but there was no real venom in his voice. The man looked at the figure in the bed. “How is he?”

“Same.” A figure appeared behind him. “You taking over, Bea?”

“Yeah. Judy needs to sleep. Tori’s taking watch. You know, with Judy having had the shit kicked out of her by Hawkeye.”

“We need to kill that guy.” Sue growled.

“Children.” Daredevil intoned. They switched. Bea lurched half way there. Sam steadied her. “Don’t touch her.” Daredevil snarled his presence overtaking Sam quicker than he thought a tired and worn out man to move.

“I was just trying to help her.” Sam said, careful to keep his voice steady. He had dealt with enough people with severe trauma to know to stay still and calm.

“Haven’t you people helped enough.”

“I’m fine, M-Daredevil.” Bea called. Daredevil let him go. “I’ll keep watch. Take Sue to Foggy.”

Sam paused. He didn’t miss that M. There was too little that it could be if it was a name. He frowned. Foggy. Foggy Nelson was practically tied to -

“Matt Murdock.” Daredevil jerked back. “Thought so. I won’t say anything. It isn’t my place. We fucked up, as you said. I’m just here to keep the peace we have.”

Daredevil nodded. “Though you gotta tell me how you do what you do, when you have the change. I mean you’re…you know. Right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I wouldn’t hesitate to kick your ass otherwise. I mean after all of this is over.” Daredevil smiled.

“I think Foggy would get first shots if I were faking. He’s been describing things to me for years.”

Sam sat back down. Bea stared at him. She closed her eyes. “You going to sleep?”

“Meditation.” Sam nodded and watched Daredevil and Sue leave. Yeah, they all had a lot to think about over the past few days. Sam closed his eyes and tried to pass the time mediating himself.

It hadn’t been easy getting there. Sam listened to the beep of the heart monitor and consoled himself that at least no one had died. Yet, that could change the boy was still recovering.

A knock had Sam distracted. Natasha stood by the door with Wanda behind her. Bea glowered at her, sizing her up. Sam stood up. “You’re wanted, Sam. Think you can serve as a bit of a neutral party.” Sam nodded.

“You two staying?” Wanda shook her head.

“Just me.” Bea’s gaze centered on her. “I will be sitting, no more.” The girl didn’t reply.

Sam cast one glance back to the two children then followed Natasha. He found himself in a small conference room. Daredevil and Nelson on one side, bereft of any of the children. Stark and Steve were on the other side. Pepper and Clint were not in the building. Clint was gone for obvious reason, Pepper, most likely, because she had a business to run.

Maybe Bruce was with the kids, Sam thought. He took a seat next to Steve. Nelson glanced at them. His face was blank and for a moment Sam had the feeling that Nelson was not someone to fuck with legally. He had followed Nelson and despite the second rate law office and apartment, Sam was reminded that he was smart. Murdock was smart also.

Their negotiations had probably turned into stonewalling pretty quickly. Lawyers. Sam smiled, trying to lighten the tension.

“Now where were we?”

“Discussing your kidnapping of children?” Stark said.

“Kidnapping implies we took them rather than coming into them by accident.”

“Then what do you call it?”

“Questionable guardianship.” Murdock intoned. His voice still low and gravelly. His mask was thick and the eyeholes quite restrictive. It really did look like his eyes were black and restrictive. If not for his condition, Sam would have wondered how he could see well. Obviously not an issue.

“Questionable-“

“They were left with me. We’ve been working on it.”

“Right. So as we’ve repeated, you don’t encourage their soldierness”

“Not until they’re eighteen.” Murdock intoned and Nelson smiled ruefully.

“Yes, because then they’re adults and won’t at all be affected by their brainwashing.” Nelson shrugged. “As adults they can decide to join organizations to do as you do, which is why we do not encourage them.

“It is what it is. We’re working on the situation. I was actually a bit closer in finding a way to retain guardianship with some of them and move them somewhere safe. We know a few social workers. Good people. You’ve kind of put a damper on it.”

“And you think we can’t do that?” Stark said incredulous. “I have access to many more resources than you. I could pay for all their therapy many times over.”

“I think you’ll put them in the system and wash your hands of them.” Murdock said.

“We wouldn’t just-“

“Really? With your empire, security concerns and general life you wouldn’t put it behind you?” Nelson said. “It would be easy to pretend it’s all wrapped up and go on with your lives.”

“We could check up on them.” Sam interjected. “It’s common to stay in touch with cases-“

“The system failed some of them once. They wouldn’t stay.” Murdock said. “Judy ran away from a bad family, no social workers looked in. Sue was basically dropped into our mentor’s lap.”

“Okay, can we stop calling that boy Sue? That’s not his name. What you want to toughen him up?” Steve groused.

“Foggy?” Nelson grinned.

“They wouldn’t tell us their names. So we had to work with the situation. . Sua sponte.” The eldest boy. “Habeas corpus” The eldest girl. “Res judicata. Actori incumbit probatio.” He grinned with some humor. “Sue, Bea, Judy and Tory. I’m a lawyer, not a parent so we gave them pseudonyms. They stuck.”

“What’s Vlad short form then?” Stark asked asked. Now both looked at them like they were stupid.

“Vladimir.” Natasha said. A look of annoyance crossed the Nelson’s face.

“Vladislav.” Murdock intoned.

“You got his name.”

“Yeah. He’s quite proud of it. But he’s eight. Not quite a soldier yet.”

“He’s not a soldier. He’s child.” Natasha growled.

“Yeah, and that’s where our common teacher failed. He’s not nice but he isn’t a complete monster.” Daredevil shrugged.

“So he dumps them on you and what hopes for the best.”

“Pretty much.” Nelson said.

“Wanda said he gave them to Murdock.”

“Murdock knows me.” Daredevil said. “We know Foggy. Hence why we’re here.”

“So what now? I mean, no offense but I want them no where near you.” Nelson said sounding cheerful. “If you want to make a legal case out of it we can but I’m sure we can have a DA bring up charges of assault, attempted murder and kidnapping.”

“Hey we had cause.” Stark snapped. “You left a note-“

“What was I supposed to do? I needed time to make sure Judy was safe! I saw an opportunity with Potts. I took it.” Daredevil replied. “You beat my students and maybe killed one. The only reason I’m not going after Hawkeye is because I can’t risk that yet-“

“Yet?” Sam muttered softly.

“If he dies I will come after him.” Daredevil said as if he had heard Sam’s questioning clear as day. “I’ll make it clear why they call me the Devil.”

“Daredevil.” Nelson’s tone was rough.

“I didn’t say I’d kill him but he’s going to regret hurting them. Accident or not.”

“Enough!” Natasha declared. “We aren’t going anywhere with this line of questioning. We’re just going to go in circles.”

“Yeah, if well Mr. Red wants to act like a decent human-“

“Tony, stop it!” Steve snapped.

“Daredevil-“

“I don’t know what you want. I simply wanted to be left alone.”

“The children-“

“Can speak for themselves.” Daredevil snapped. “This isn’t the time or place. We need to wait for Vlad’s recovery. Then, then we can discuss this better. Foggy-“

“So it’s fine when you make impositions on their future?” Stark said. Sam raised a brow.

“I don’t think they’re going at it alone. If they want the kids safe they’re probably talk to them.”

“Exactly.” Nelson said. “He gets it. We’re not forcing anything on them, except maybe not fighting as much as they want.”

“So, we wait? You know we can’t let you stay around-” Romanoff began. Daredevil laughed.

“In the months I’ve had them the worst they’ve suffered are minor injuries.”

“Bea gave Sue finger a fracture.”

“Except when Bea gave Sue a hairline fracture.” Daredevil amended. “In summation, in the time you have meddled they have been shot, stabbed, and now impaled by an arrow.” Daredevil growled the last part. “Give me one reason I should let them around you.”

“We can help. You said they’re soldiers or were intended to be. You can plan all you want but you don’t have access to the therapist we do. We can help with deprogramming and trauma. Maybe if they need tutoring. You cannot tell me that they all have their schooling. Have they been going to school?” Sam asked. He received a looks of gratefulness from the others.

Nelson shrugged. “True. It would take longer for us to access those things for them. And you’re right; they’re not going to school. They’re doing a home school course but some of them are behind, some of them are ahead in some areas.”

“We never said it was perfect.” Daredevil said.

“So you’re going to let them suffer?”

“They’re getting some rudimentary forms of therapy from Matt’s priest.” Nelson said. “I’m not religious but the guy’s got a way with words and people. He also doesn’t insist on the Jesus and Hellfire.” Daredevil had a smile on his face. Sam wondered how much he found it amusing to be talked about as if he weren’t there.

“So what-“

“We wait. We weren’t lying when we said the kids were involved in this process. If they want your help they get it. We’ll take any help in getting their legal status sorted. Especially Vlad and Judy’s. They’re not American.” Nelson said. “Immigration law isn’t my strong suit but deporting a stateless boy is difficult and Judy will vanish.”

“We’ll see what we can provide and let you know.” Steve said. He sounded frustrated.

“Now regarding compensation-You’re kidding. Two bit lawyer.“ Stark growled.

“You don’t think we’re going to pay for this do you?” Nelson said. “I have no idea how much an air evacuation cost or medical treatment here but it certainly cannot be cheap.

Then there is the issue you created when you caused the children pain and suffering, quite literally. Not to mention kidnapping Judy. I don’t think the media will take kindly to hearing that you threw a boy into a crate, Stark. We don’t even need to release the whole truth, just enough and you’re PR will drop.”

“So what you’re blackmailing us.”

“Blackmail is illegal.” Daredevil said. “We just want the best for the children. Maybe trusts in their name to help pay for things like college.

“Think of it as more of a settlement.” Nelson said. “Mostly because we want to avoid court fees and a lawsuit would put the kids at risk of exposure from snooping.”

“What are you thinking?” Stark asked, reluctant. Sam was actually quite impressed by the way they lawyers were working. Murdock couldn’t appear too lawyerly but still was helping bolster Nelson’s arguments and legal threats. Their main points were really showing their dedication for the children, as if they were their clients. “How much are you getting?”

Nelson shrugged. “This isn’t a ‘case’ and I’m sure your lawyers can draw something up for us to review. I would like a copy in Braille for my partner as well, since he has a vested interest in the matter. ”

“Right, I’ll give Legal a call.” Stark looked pissed but seemed to agree that it was the least the best course of action. They continued to discuss the situation for almost an hour. They were at a tentative agreement of drawing a settlement and discussed what support they could offer for the children. Seemingly a tentative truce was realized before Nelson and Murdock before they went off to the children, splitting up to stand guard with each group.

Of course, the tentative agreements met during their discussion hinged on Vlad surviving and waking up. If that did not occur, well there was going to be hell to pay. The team was tired but knew they couldn’t stop there. It was a waiting game, but they had to keep working on a few issues before disbanding. Sam thought they were doing well to wrap up their fuck up when a rapping at the door caught their attention.

Natasha opened the door. The person standing there surprised them. It was Judy. The expression that met them was tinged with the hints of violence and anger. Sam knew that face too well. Here expression was that of a survivor.

“They told me what you had talked about.” ‘They’ being Nelson and Murdock. “They don’t know I’m here so I have to be quick.”

“How did you get here?” Steve asked, maybe this was the ticket to confirming their less than pleasant suspicions.

“I said I had to go to the restroom. It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the entire truth.” They wondered why the lying part was so emphasized. “They are good people – Daredevil, Foggy and Matt. They don’t treat us like we’re broken, even if we kind of are.

“I just need for you to know that I will go along with a lot of things because I don’t want to stop. I want to continue to fight. But Vlad doesn’t, he wants to live a normal life or he thinks he does. That’s what Vlad and I were arguing about when you, “ she glared at Natasha. “ and that idiot chased us.

“I want him to have that choice. Don’t mess it up for him. “

“What about you? Aren’t you concerned about how your handler used you?” Natasha pointed out. Judy smiled.

“Stick didn’t use me. He saved me. He didn’t make me go with him. He made me stop being afraid and gave me the chance to fight back. He didn’t kill us when we were weak. I know what I am and I know you think of me.” She looked at them stubbornly.

“So you did this voluntarily? All of you.” Judy looked away.

“No, maybe. It wasn’t- our lives aren’t easy. But we had a choice, even if it wasn’t easy.”

“Judy.” A new voice cut in. They saw a boy behind her. The second, the boy called Tori. He glanced balefully at them.

“Tori. I was just leaving.” He snorted.

“I heard what you were saying.” He shrugged. “She’s right about Vlad and I think Bea wants out too. So you know, don’t fuck it up more than you have.” They left.

“Well that was enlightening.” Stark said then shook his head. “I think we should meet later. We’re tired. I have to look into Pepper and the business too.”

It was agreed. One of them maintained a presence at the medical center in order to keep an eye at the children and Murdock.

Sam took the next shift. Bruce and Wanda left. He was not surprised to learn that ‘Daredevil’ had vanished and Murdock turned up in his place to ‘relieve Foggy’. Nelson left with the remaining children. The man smiled unpleasantly at him when he was sensed or however Murdock did his act as Daredevil.

They talked briefly, in half veiled sentences but Sam got an idea of how Murdock operated. He was blind, legally and actually fully blind. Murdock could lose his eyes and he wouldn’t be affected in his sensory experiences, which apparently were in hyperdrive to provide him enough information to fight and operate beyond the ‘norm’ of most people who were blinded or born blind.

“Are you going to follow up any kind of action with Clint?”

“Hawkeye?” Murdock shrugged. “Daredevil had a point and I’m sure he was honest with whatever he said.” He smiled. “Me, I don’t know. I depends on the man. Guilt is a hell of a feeling.””

“Personal experience?” He asked wondering what Murdock could have lived.

“Catholicism.” Sam laughed.

Two days passed in tense silence. All communication was followed through Stark legal. In the evening of the second day Vlad woke up, coherent and confused.

He'd live and with him the first step was set down to move the children closer to a facsimile of a normal life. That was really what all of them had wanted, if only they had addressed the matter differently due to ignorance.

They still had to find the children’s “ mentor”. Daredevil and the children were the failures which meant somewhere several children were still undergoing training and becoming little soldiers for someone.

But this, this was a start.

i just wanted to say that i've really enjoyed this fill and i'm so glad it wrapped up without any of the kids dying. thank you for writing and sharing!

@OP omg thank you i am glad u liked it and This literally made /my/ day omg Ahhhh! <3

Hi! I was wondering about archiveofourown.com

I was sure I'd seen a fill for this on there but now I can't find it. Am I mistaken? Or does someone have a link?

I apologize if that's already been addressed, I tried to look through all the comments but I may have missed it.
(I'be only got my phone right now and I'm experiencing some difficulty navigating the comments)

Just Kidding, found the fill here on dreamwidth... purely by accident though. I gotta figure out how to navigate this site better... XP
FILL link:

http://daredevilkink.dreamwidth.org/6237.html?thread=11534685#cmt11534685

I went back and started filling my own prompt because...I can.

Gen, chapter one of three. Posted here on AO3 because it got a little too long to post here!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6639061/chapters/15188629

Wowee, a!a, this is great! Love the ending!

holy jesus yes to all of this

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Prompt Post #6

Re: The Principal Difference Between A Dog And A Man 11/?

Re: [fill] DEADPOOL AND FOGPOOL VOLUME 1: THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT (3/3)

Re: Matt/Foggy, domesticity leads to unexpected feelings

Re: Let Me Go (Down)

Re: The Principal Difference Between A Dog And A Man 11/?

AuthorAnon

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Let Me Go (Down) - Third and Complete Fill

Re: Let Me Go (Down) - Third and Complete Fill

Re: Matt/Claire, rough sex

Re: SPN storyline

Re: Girls nights out

Matt/Karen version 1/2

Re: Matt/Karen version 2/2

[Fill] Re: Gen: Matt and Foggy have matching tattoos

Re: Matt/Peter Parker - I don't trust him

Minifill 10a/10b Daredevil and Bb!soldiers

Minifill 10b/10b Daredevil and Bb!soldiers

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Re: Matt/Peter Parker - I don't trust him

Re: Slavery AU; Foggy gets Matt for a college graduation present

Re: Slavery AU; Foggy gets Matt for a college graduation present

[FILL] signals and noises, matt murdock & tony stark

Re: Fill: matt/tentacles

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