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Daredevil Prompt Post #8

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Now with a task and a master, Matt knows he's at least on the right track. He has orders. He has an enemy. He might even get to fight them properly.

As he stands up and he and his master begin to walk painfully--Matt on his broken toe, his master on his injured (but healing, he can tell) leg--he thinks over what to do, how to lie, what to say.

To traffickers, offering a bargain, as much as that would get him punished, might get him kept. To abolitionists...Matt had no clue. He avoided them like any other fanatics with delusions of grandeur and a desire to jerk off onto his face without his owner's permission.

Matt bit his lip, brain working. He could appeal to reality, point out that he wasn't saveable by any standards, not a damsel that could be rescued, and it wasn't as if he was in any serious distress. His new master had shown what he did when angry: point a gun at Matt. And if this master liked the pet version--and he did--then Matt would have certain pleasant luxuries.

Sleeping in a bed, more good food, perhaps more hands holding his head still, more you did a pretty good job. More orders. Guns to clean, though thankfully not with his mouth. Matt didn't think he would quite mind this master's sexual tastes; either they would be violent and vicious, and Matt could deal with physical pain, or they would be strangely possessive and sweet, maybe even a reward. Matt could deal with both.

But the problem with appeal to reality was that Matt was in a different universe and therefore unlikely to have accurate facts about this version's situation. God, what kind of past did a slave even have to be called Trouble? What had happened to him?

Matt thought about how the pet version had acted at the free version's place and flinched internally. If he'd never gotten himself out of that situation, how exactly would he have fared?

But things didn't quite add up there either. The pet version wasn't just walled up alive inside his own body, he was...disobedient. Not like someone who had been a slave in the first place, not like someone who had been a slave for very long. He could somewhat understand now, with the benefit of hindsight, why the snuff-bait had behaved so poorly--with lower-class owners and without the benefit of one-on-one training, no wonder he was panicky at everything. Lower-class owners were more difficult to nudge into position, so to speak.

So Matt thought and thought and decided to use the truth to disarm them. It was a good negotiating tactic; you didn't have to worry about keeping all your cards hidden if you'd laid them flat on the table. And they couldn't seem to win a physical fight, not yet.

That was why when he and his new master walked into a frosty atmosphere in a very high-class sushi restaurant, Matt tilted his head at the gathered people and inquired politely, "There's no legal slavery in this universe, is there?"

oooh, this is really interesting! I can't wait to see how Oppoite deals with the idea of a slavery-free world :3

Oh snap! Can't wait to see the arguments Matt is going to make. Does he still want to stay with Frank? If he's a free man it's his right, right?

There was a second of pure silence, and Matt's new master shook faintly with suppressed laughter.

Then the soft voice--Matt finally located it now that they weren't on a loud rooftop, it was a free man with glasses, unarmed, short, somehow utterly serene, unlike everyone else--said "No, there isn't."

Matt nodded and tried not to let the panic at the edges of his mind pour in and overwhelm him. He had panicked at the free-version's apartment, but he had also been unanchored from the lack of things to do at the auction house and the unpleasant confrontation with other versions of himself.

He didn't like himself enough to want to meet another version of himself in the first place, let alone four. And it had been disconcerning, having to explain the facts of life--he couldn't be freed, there was nothing wrong with being a slave--to himself again. He had had plenty of that pain the first time learning those things.

Matt said thought about the implications of no legal slavery. Well then. They couldn't take him away from his master for his master being a criminal then. This was a better development.

"I'm from a universe where there is," he said, voice politely subservient as his master guided him to sit down at the table with the others. In a chair, too, which was uncomfortable but bearable. "I don't know who you are," he added, hoping they'd take the bait.

They did. The soft-voiced man was Bruce Banner, who became the Hulk (which didn't mean anything to Matt, but he noted it), the robot-suited obnoxious man was the Tony Stark he had heard about from the lawyer version (and Matt's mouth pressed thinly at the thought of Stark and every other cinderella's prince, the men who loved crushing those poor slaves' hopes and locking them back up in the dungeons at the end of the balls), the man with the vibranium shield and a couple of guns was Captain America (whose name felt faintly familiar), the sharp-edged woman who smelled like expensive makeup and good knives and something electric was the Black Widow, the man with a bow and arrow and a broken noise was Hawkweye, and apparently there was a member called Thor, who was not currently present due to being an alien.

Matt didn't shake his head through force of will. The lawyer version worked with these people? How on earth did he stand them? What did he think he could possibly achieve with a group of superheros, pretending to be one? Did he have no self respect?

Well, if he'd never been worth more than a used car, he really might not. Matt regretted that he couldn't have given him more tips to become more expensive. Being worth a truly gargantuan sum was better in so many ways.

He focused on them, their body language. His master felt loose, almost relaxed, like he was enjoying the show. His master muttered under his breath, "I hope this goes well with captain sanctimonious" and Matt smiled a little. He enjoyed being trusted. He could dazzle anyone, given the chance.

So playing off of the body language and the fact that they were apparently willing to just feed him intel when asked to talk about themselves, Matt added, ducking his head flirtatiously, "I don't know what that means in terms of this universe's me. Why would you have any contact with him? Why do you care?"

Stark started to talk and the Widow stomped on his foot hard. Then Bruce Banner explained, "We as the Avengers are a peacekeeping force dedicated to stopping extra-normal threats to the world and especially New York City, and helping victims."

"Victims...?" Matt felt discombobulated, like that split second after being punched in the throat, where your body's not quite sure what happened, only that it's bad.

"What do you think I'm a victim of?"

The Avengers seem to glance at each other and his new master raises an eyebrow and then the soft-voiced one says, "Well, it's rather obvious that there was...severe physical and sexual abuse of--at least the Matthew Murdock from this world, and you yourself appear to be..." he trails off, not sure of a word, until the Black Widow says coolly, "Compromised."

"Define compromised," and it feels like a thrill to be ordering a free person to do anything, like falling off a skyscraper.

"Like you're ten gigs of brainwashed and crazy," Stark says. "Given the whole kneeling and master thing, which we got by the way, we saw the motel footage and I've got bugs on you too, we're not as dumb as Cap looks sometimes. Either that or you're just suuuuper kinky, which I gotta say, if you are, let me know if you're ever interested in a night in the world-famous autoclaved Stark penthouse OW OW OW OW," and descends into yelping as Captain America punches him in the arm and Banner says, tiredly, "Tony, please."

Matt's face twitches into mild disgust. He doesn't really think he'd mind sex with Stark if he was his owner, he might actually not talk then, but Stark's not his owner.

"I'm a slave, I'm not a victim," he explains politely. "You don't have any jurisdiction over me, then."

There's a second of uncomfortable sharp breaths, and then Banner asks, voice like a hairline fracture, "You think that being a slave disqualifies you from being a victim of a crime?"

"I don't think, I know," Matt says, drawing up on the well of wrath in his gut. He's not stupid, he's not, no matter what Stick says. "Victimhood is a state of being which applies to people, and occasionally animals, depending on political leanings, not animate objects."

Then the chair falls down as Banner hightails it out of there like his life depends on it.

Matt blinks and continues, "And even if I were a victim, do you have jurisdiction to hold victims against their will?"

There's a pause and then Stark says, "Nah, but I know you'd totally be happier at the tower, come with us, we have all the goodies."

Matt arches an eyebrow. Stark is not actually the Pied Piper. Matt is not a child, or some broken, pitiable slave. He doesn't come when called. Well, not by anyone not his owner.

His master pipes in, fingers over his gun, saying coolly, "If T--Matt doesn't want to go with you, good luck forcing him or Trouble."

Stark protests, "Of course does, people don't like guys who go around throwing women out of windows and shooting people you don't like."

Matt's master goes stiff at that statement, every sculpted muscle tense and pissed. Then he turns to face Matt and says, "Matt, do you want to go with these people?"

That's the easiest question Matt's been forced to think through all night. "No." It's a struggle to not add master but he forces his mouth shut after the word. Orders are orders.

"Well then, I think that's settled," Matt's master says, and then Hawkeye says, voice strangled with either worry or nausea or something subtler, "It's fucking not, we all know what kind of shit you've been doing to him. 'Trouble's not a victim'," and there the voice goes mockingly low and gruff. Matt feels pissed on behalf of his master; his voice is good, not saccharine or lying or condescending. "You didn't even deny that you used restraints on him, and god knows that maybe you didn't even have to with this fucking brainwashed puppet here."

Something about that reads projecting and Matt says through the incandescent, inarticulate rage, "I'm not legally a slave in this universe, am I?"

"No," the Widow says, and he catches the hints of a Russian accent, making him briefly homesick.

"Then I have the right to choose to be a slave," he fires back. It hurts his head and heart to think about, because he doesn't have rights and isn't free or a person, but he pushes through it. "If you're not my owners, and here I'm not a slave, you don't have the right to order me around, or the other version--Trouble--either."

There's an awkward second and then the Widow asks, voice still so mild and muddied Matt can't tell what she's feeling, "Why are you so convinced that Castle's your owner?"

Matt almost goggles at the insult to his intelligence.

"Well, for one thing, I woke up in his bed," he starts, and that's when chaos breaks loose.

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There's lots of screaming all at once.

"What the FUCK, Castle--"

"I can't believe you--"

"Even for a fucking murder-happy piece of fuckbag, that's fucking unbelievable--"

"Give me one fifth of a fucking second I'll put a fucking arrow in his skull--"

Then the Widow whistles sharply and says in Russian, "<Everyone silent>!"

Matt tilts his head as she continues, in English again. "Clarify what you mean," she says.

Matt says, as quietly submissive as he can manage despite his pounding rage and adrenaline, "I woke up, clothed, in the same bed. That qualifies him as my owner."

Then his new master runs a hand over his face and hunches over. Matt tenses because he really, really hates this whole situation, not knowing what's wrong or what to do, how to soothe him, what he's supposed to be doing.

"That's what I thought," the Widow says. Her voice sounds annoyed with everyone else's incompetence. "Castle is a murderer, a torturer, a crazed man out for vengeance. But he is not a rapist."

Matt smiles a little at that. Sounds just like the kind of owner he'd like.

She turns her head--Matt realizes it's in the direction of Hawkeye--and adds in Russian, "<Don't project your issues onto this man. Just because has also been unmade does not mean it was by Castle. He would not do something like this.>"

Matt thinks about this, and the thought flashes into his mind I hope my universe has a man just like this owner precisely as the wizard pops in.

There's lots of screaming all at once.

"What the FUCK, Castle--"

"I can't believe you--"

"Even for a fucking murder-happy piece of fuckbag, that's fucking unbelievable--"

"Give me one fifth of a fucking second I'll put a fucking arrow in his skull--"

Then the Widow whistles sharply and says in Russian, "(Everyone silent)!"

Matt tilts his head as she continues, in English again. "Clarify what you mean," she says.

Matt says, as quietly submissive as he can manage despite his pounding rage and adrenaline, "I woke up, clothed, in the same bed. That qualifies him as my owner."

Then his new master runs a hand over his face and hunches over. Matt tenses because he really, really hates this whole situation, not knowing what's wrong or what to do, how to soothe him, what he's supposed to be doing.

"That's what I thought," the Widow says. Her voice sounds annoyed with everyone else's incompetence. "Castle is a murderer, a torturer, a crazed man out for vengeance. But he is not a rapist."

Matt smiles a little at that. Sounds just like the kind of owner he'd like.

She turns her head--Matt realizes it's in the direction of Hawkeye--and adds in Russian, "(Don't project your issues onto this man. Just because has also been unmade does not mean it was by Castle. He would not do something like this.)"

Matt thinks about this, and the thought flashes into his mind I hope my universe has a man just like this owner precisely as the wizard pops in.

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