Daredevil Prompt Post #12

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This post is for prompts involving characters from Netflix's Daredevil.

Now that The Defenders prompt post is live, all crossovers between anyone in the four individual shows should go over there. Prompts only including characters that appear in Daredevil should still go here.



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Please post any prompts related to Season 2 of Punisher over on the dedicated Punisher prompt post, and put SPOILERS in the subject line!

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Fill: part 15 - Matt

[(Anonymous)]

It took every punce of Control he had not to snarl. Not to try to run away. There is nowhere to run.

They took him out of his familiar space, surrounded him, violent people, with a doctor--

You are in Avengers Tower, New York City, district of Manhattan, United States...

It was so many walls. So many borders to cross.

He wasn't going to go quietly.

It would be worse, he knew, it would be worse, but he still had dignity to protect. He might not have a name, but he had dignity.

Natalia moved in front of him.

"Examination," she repeated.

"A medical check-up," Captain said. His face turned towards him and he thought the impulse to step back. "We're sorry for not doing that earlier. We know your injuries are severe, but we wanted you to rest before--"

That was a lie. They didn't want him to rest.

He would have known that even without the heartbeats. But it was chilling to hear the evidence so clearly, even in Natalia's breath. She knew.

"No." That was Natalia.

"Tasha, he has broken bones." The Marksman.

"No."

The Marksman was growing stiff. The Owner was getting anxcious again, and The Doctor was unhappy... and the regiment captain was taking on a stern voice. "Widow--"

"I'll do it."

A complete silence fell.

Everyone seemed stunned at his compliance. He was stunned, but also he wasn't, because he wasn't going to let Natalia put herself in danger for him. That was unacceptable.

"Don't give me drugs." Please. "But I'll do it."

Re: Fill: part 15 - Matt

[(Anonymous)]

!!! Did I already say that Nat is great?

And Matt agreeing to the check-up for her. I sure hope the exam will end up being useful and maybe showing Matt that they're not that awful.

Re: Fill: part 15 - Matt

[(Anonymous)]

Yeah, Matt's health is a bit of a pressing issue. With the litanny of injuries he has, no one could really let go of the medical examination... myself included :)

Fill: part 16 - Matt

[(Anonymous)]

Again, not entirely happy with it, but this is what you get, sorry

---

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Bruce wasn't at all comfortable with this.

They took him to the medical floors, of which there were more than one.

Bruce wasn't happy to learn that. He could feel his needs-to-be-calm heart pounding.

There was a small army of specialists waiting for them. Complete with identical white costs and notepads - they were grotesque.

Their eyes all turned to them the moment the elevator door opened.

They had their subject outnumbered and surrounded. Experiments in the front, Avengers cutting off escape route. It was clearly pre-arranged, without informing anyone.

A familiar part of Bruce wanted to kill someone.

They moved to the examination room in something like a royal procession. Colorful superpowered guards, in an almost holy silence, with white costs trickling in behind them. Forming a half-circle around The Patient. He knew to sit down on the plastic bed without being asked - because of course he did. He looked absolutely terrified.

Bruce took a breath. Then another. Then another.

He got the team to leave first.

Tony run away at the first excuse, walking so fast as if the Devil chased him.

Steve was quick on his heels, trying for more leader-dignity and mostly failing. Bruce felt a pang of compassion despite everything; he was so young.

Natasha almost snarled when he suggested she should leave, so Bruce moved on.

Clint was reluctant, glancing at his friend several times. Ever the protector. He was unhappy with everything; Bruce could comisserate. But he did walk away eventually.

With that done, he looked around again. Doctors still in half-circle, measuring their subject with professional eyes. Natasha between them and the bed, muscles tout and ready for attack. Test subject, immobilized by cold stares criss-crossing him like a pinned insect.

Insect that was still alive and trying to move, but couldn't.

He kicked the doctors out too.

He couldn't get rid of them, but he could at least have them stand outside the door in waiting.

Then he was faced with Natasha, angry-eyed and almost desperate. Bruce admired her in that moment. He didn't want a witness for this, but... There was a test subject shivering in front of him. It was Natasha. Maybe he could accept this. Maybe, maybe--

"It's okay, Natalia."

The air around them stilled. Bruce watched as his terrified subject reached out for Black Widow's wrist from behind, trying to soothe his protector. "Please. It's okay."

He held his breath. For a moment nobody moved, and then--

"I'll be right outside." She said it like a threat.

She walked out, and Bruce was left behind with a mirror image.

He took a breath, then took the steps to join him on the bed - his mirror shyed away, trying to make himself smaller-- and finally gripped his hand.

Like a lifeline.

A.N.

[(Anonymous)]

So I don't know Bruce's story all that well. But I know he doesn't have a great track record with US military, which, you know. It might come up.

Re: A.N.

[(Anonymous)]

!!!
I loved Bruce's pov! We're lucky he's gitten pretty good at keeping his anger under control.
Matt let his friend go 🥺 well, I hope he might get friendly-ish with Bruce too.
Maybe.

I'm not a Bruce expert either, but yeah, as far as I know after his experiment goes sideways and Hulk is born he spends years running from the military, so not great.
(They also kinda let the Abomination after him in the Hulk movie, and that leads to poor consequences for Harlem if I'm not mistaken.)

Re: A.N.

[(Anonymous)]

XDDDD

I love the phrase "They let the Abomination after him, and that leads to poor consequences for Harlem..." MCU is just wild, I can't imagine watching it as a New Yorker

Re: Fill: part 16 - Matt

[(Anonymous)]

I'm loving your fills so far! Great writing!

Re: Fill: part 16 - Matt

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you! I love writing this :))

Re: Fill: part 16 - Matt

[(Anonymous)]

No pressure, just letting you know that I check this daily in case you update it! 🍪

Fill: part 17 - Matt

[(Anonymous)]

He undressed slowly. His hands shook. He could feel eyes on himself.

...no, he couldn't. Could he? His head buzzed.

He was alone. He was in his cage. The sand was... no, no sand. The other cage.

He undressed slowly. His hands shook.

The world was so far away. He could feel the sharp sterilising smell still hurt his nose, burning and cutting and his nose should bleed. In all the sensation, the world was muffled, like it had never been there in the first place. Someone touched him. "Do you want Natalia to stay with you?" He was blinking. The world was so far away. Voices, and people, and blood soon to come---

Where was he?

His cage. Yes, his cage, his other cage, upstairs in a building. You are in Avengers Tower. Alone.

He sat down - coach, that domesticating coach - and took a shuddering breath. There was one thing to do. One thing nobody could stop him from doing, not really, though they tried--- Memory was his weapon.

His arms shook. It would be so much easier to just let his mind swim, forget this hell---

Memory was his weapon.

He sat.

Blow-by-blow would be the best, he thought. I'll remember it blow-by-blow. He blinked.

He was in the sterile room again.

He was shaking then, too.

It had taken him a moment to remember the question. That was terrifying; never forget your orders. Do you want Natalia to stay with you?

Yes.

Yes, yes. Please.

He blinked for moment, composing himself. "No." He was so alone. But then he imagined Natalia here, with him, like him. Angry and fragile and trapped in a sterile room. "Get her out of here, please." You can never negotiate with terrorists. But you can plead with them. "Can you get her out of here, please? I'll. I'll comply. Get her out, just for a day, just... You don't need her."

Somewhere far away, a voice was scoffing at him. Begging your masters for mercy, like a kicked dog.

He had so many voices sometimes.

He had learned to ignore them quickly.

"Please."

A hand trapping his own squeezed. "Of course," a quiet voice said. The Doctor. That was... the Doctor. The Head Doctor.

He had tried to listen closely, gauge how thruthful he was, but he couldn't. Too much noise in his head.

"Can you... keep her safe?" He didn't say that, did he? A cold vice closed around his chest. If he had said that, that... that was bad. That could be Natalia's death sentence if he isn't good enough.

Never reveal a weakness. Never, ever reveal that your weakness is another person. Weaknesses can be exploited. People can be hurt. That's what they're for.

"I can."

That was Head Doctor again. Had been. Had been - he needed to remember that. There was a then and a now, and that had been then. He wasn't sure if this was important, but it was important to remember. He can. What did the Doctor can? Probably something insignificant, a threat to make him be good, soldier, but it would be best to... to rememeber. Right.

At some point, the Other Doctors came back in. He went naked. They watched. He was obedient, so obedient. A needle was put in his arm---

He burst out crying.

Re: Fill: part 17 - Matt

[(Anonymous)]

Oh this was (beautiful) heartbreaking. Matt wants Natalia there with him but he can’t admit that, he has to keep her safe 💔

Also he's so confused. Cage and sand 🧐 I wonder who messed with him.
Fingers crossed against hope that Bruce will be able to help him some!

Re: Fill: part 17 - Matt

[(Anonymous)]

Yeah, none od this is easy on anyone. I torment Bruce in the next part 😈

Fill: part 18 - Bruce

[(Anonymous)]

Bruce was a military man. He was a military scientist, and it had been his downfall, but it had never been his shame.

Now it was.

He wondered if there had been experiments on humans after his accident. If there would have been, had there never been an accident and he had stayed. If he would have been the one performing them. If he would have been the kind of person to agree to do them, design them, maybe propose them. Bruce had always been a scientist first.

Self-hatred was an old friend, but they have never been this close before.

His subject - no, no, that wasn't acceptable, his patient - panicked the moment a needle pierced his skin. The first procedure, just to take blood for morphology, to check his vitamin levels and iron and the most basic GP variables--- Bruce didn't explain any of that. He just went on to proceed to examin a subject.

He took his patient's bare arm without asking, didn't encounter any protest, assumed everything was fine and enamating calm like a good doctor he went on to sterilize his chosen spot on the subjects body, because he was a scientist first.

It only took a fraction of a second to get harshly reminded he wasn't working on mice anymore.

His patient shot back, scrambled away from, drew his arm to his chest before anyone could stop him - the needle broke, half of it under his skin - and the worst part was, he didn't try to run. He curled up on the medical cot as far away from him as possible, but he didn't run. He didn't fight. He just begged. "No drugs, no drugs..."

Natasha burst through the door. White coats came in behind her in a scrambling chaos, driven by degenerate curiosity. Before anyone could blink she was attacking him, with no regard for the Hulk.

Just like that, the begging changed. Don't hurt Natalia.

Both of them froze. Natasha with her fists in his white coat lapels about to push him up the wall. Him with his hands up and away from her, too shocked to be angry, with a jittery presence inside him.

It took a while before they could do anything else.

His begging for Natasha - Natalia - never stopped. Black Widow looked shell-shocked. Not shocked with surprise. Traumatised. Somewhere behind them, several of the white coats were taking notes.

If hatred for himself was potent, he was suddenly discovering that hatred for others like him was on another level entirely.

Bruce Banner was not a good man. He just might destroy this room and floor after all, and kill.

But there was that shaking bundle to think about.

He had a patient, right. Trembling like a leaf. Crying. Helpless. And begging for the safety of somebody else.

Natasha knew that he wasn't going to hurt her friend - it was the best term he could describe them with - or at least, he hoped she did. Better than himself, anyway. In the end, she trusted him.

"Stay with him," she ordered harshly.

After she walked out, his subject - his patient, what was wrong with him - subsided. Like with a magic spell.

He stopped begging. Didn't resume begging for himself. Stopped making any noise, at all. Slowly pushed himself it a sitting position, with obvious reluctance and obvious determination. Without looking up, he offered his arm.

Bruce wanted to vomit.

He walked up to his patient anyway. Took the arm. "I'm going to pull the needle out," he murmured.

Re: Fill: part 17 - Matt

[(Anonymous)]

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Fill: part 21 (I think) - Bruce

[(Anonymous)]

They didn't get him a real doctor. Not yet, anyway. Tony brought him resume after resume - never let it be said that Tony Stark lacked in resources - and yet Bruce couldn't bring himself to trust any one of them.

He remembered the white coats. He remembered them taking notes. He remembered himself---

But there was a difference.

Not a big difference, nothing that made him the better man, but significant. There was him, and there were others like him — and he could only control one of those.

"I need to discuss his results with him," he decided. The words seemed too big for the communal kitchen. But they were out now.

"You sure?"

If Tony thought he was hiding his worry well, he was wrong. Bruce gave him a smile. "I'll be okay," he promised.

Not a promise he was guaranteed to keep, but he would damn well try. He had practice keeping his emotions in check.

Tony was very obviously Not Happy with it, and Bruce had a sudden thought that Tony Stark had a really bad poker face when he was being serious. Staple of a man who never before stopped the party, maybe. But he also didn't fight him, and Bruce was ridiculously grateful for it.

"Do you need anything?"

So many things. And it meant more than Tony probably knew that Bruce was willing to say, "I'll let you know if I do."

Re: Fill: part 21 (I think) - Bruce

[(Anonymous)]

Part 22, actually :)

— AA

Re: Fill: part 21 (I think) - Bruce

[(Anonymous)]

I'm with Bruce, honestly: he might not be perfect, but it's hard to trust anyone else.

I wonder if Natasha will be able to stay while Bruce talks to Matt 👀

Re: Fill: part 21 (I think) - Bruce

[(Anonymous)]

Yeah, it's not easy to trust when you're protective of somebody. And he was definitely feeling inadequate for the task, but also, his "get someone else" request was mostly just for him. Running away. He has a tendency to do that.

Now that the first emotions subsided, he's willing to put on big boy pants and actually protect the man he's protective of. It's not an easy decision (or an easy task, as he's well aware), so I'm a little proud of him there :)

Off for a few days

[(Anonymous)]

Hey, like it says - I need a few days. But I'll be back :)

Re: Off for a few days

[(Anonymous)]

No problem at all! Thanks for the note though :)

Re: Off for a few days

[(Anonymous)]

It’s been a few days 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Fill: part 22 (I think) - Matt

[(Anonymous)]

There was only pain.

And sand.

And pain.

There was sand everywhere, reaching every hidden cave in his flesh, and where there wasn't sand, there was air, touching his skin without permission, hot, cold, CUTTING.

He was so alone. He fleksed his hand, clenching and unclenching the first, reaching out, fingers bending, straining---

If only he could reach---

"Administering second dose, sir," a voice told him cleanically.

Where was he? The air was so confusing. Or maybe sound. Yes, the sound, the sound was so confusing. His voices were talking to him again. Hate when you don't answer my calls, buddy, someone said cheerfully.

A hit. Pain.

Slap.

Hit.

"Is he ready then?"

Re: Fill: part 22 (I think) - Matt

[(Anonymous)]

Sounds like a flashback maybe?

One thing’s for sure, the plot thickens

Fill: part 23 (I think) - Matt

[(Anonymous)]

Is he ready then? Is he ready then?

Ready. Ready. READY.

He woke with a gasp. Forced himself to be quiet. Gasping for air, but silent; he knew how to do that. The words echoed through his scull. Was he ready then?

His heart was racing. Was he ready...?

He wasn't ready. He didn't want to be ready. His eyes darted around uselessly. Did they think he was ready?

He closed his eyes. Administering second dose, sir. How many doses...? He flexed his hand, clenching and unclenching his fist. If only he could reach---

His heartrate calmed. He could.

He focussed on his breathing, and blinking into the dark, and the reasurring touch of his fingers to tiny, risen scars on his tights... he breathed. He remembered where he was now, probably.

He strained his fingers just a little more. Just enough to find feeling of the broken needle right beside the scars, stolen from Banner's lab and hidden under his skin. He can do this.