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Daredevil Prompt Post #12

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

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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.

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!

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

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.

That night, Tasha came to his bed, and Clint held her as she shook.

Aw. Clint and Bat is another bond that I really love. 🥺

Aw. Clint and Nat is another bond that I really love. 🥺

Any chance you’ll put this on ao3?

They have their own user account if you want to remain anonymous

anonymousdaredevils
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Yeah, with how long this is going, I think I'll put it on AO3 :)

I have to think about if I want this under my own profile or in Anonymous DDs, so it'll be a few days. But I'll announce it when it happens :)

After that harrowing day, for just a moment, there was a lull. Rogers, Stark and Banner all scurried into their respective corners. Clint would have felt more sympathy for them had it not been for Tasha.

And the captured kid. There was that, too.

He was probably in his late 20s or even early – to mid, maybe – 30s. Malnutrishion and trauma make a person look younger and more breakable, until they make them look older and more breakable--- but, yeah. He was probably second youngest, a few years after their too-young "leader".

A few years before Tasha.

Oh, who was he kidding? Tasha's age. They were the same.

"Do you want me to be there with him?"

A long pause. "No."

He had stayed just behing the door when Banner was trying to shield the kid. Inches away from his thin layer of protection.

Twice, Tasha was sent away, and stood beside him with empty eyes.

"No. Stay away from him, please." So he did. He could give her that much, at least.

Tasha spent more of her days with the captive now - something Clint was not going to report. She spent more of her nights with him - something Clint was also not going to report, unless he had to. He wondered if it was for her or for him. For the reports, probably.

He leaned over the kitchen counter, where he stood. Braced his arms on either side of his stove and stared at his should-be breakfast. Burned it again, he thought dully. Together with the pan.

His hands didn't shake – he had very sure hands, well trained to aim deadly weapons at vulnerable targets – but he was mature enough to admit it was a close thing. He let himself breathe unevenly. Tasha was long gone, she wouldn't witness this.

He unclenched fis fists and straightened. Tasha spent time with the captured kid. Tony spent time in his robotic Lego rooms. Banner spent time hiding in his Inner Zen as much as he could. Steve spent his time wherever Captain America went to twist himself into anxcious knots about responsibility and ignore trauma.

Clint... took not-so-cleansing showers and spent his time polishing weapons with hypnotically practiced moves, consciously away from all of his sniper's nests.

Throwing burnt items away.

But he didn't ignore fires, at least. Just stood beside them.

He let himself breathe unevenly. Tasha was long gone, she wouldn't witness this.

Then more unevenly. He didn't remember how to let go anymore — no more than Tasha did — but he was still able to panic a little.

After a while he unclenched fis fists and straightened.

I have no idea why I didn't see these first??
Anyway, great chapter with Clint letting us know how everyone is dealing!

It got lost between answers and comments. I was surprised too, it landed in-between thread instead of at the end of it.

Yeah, Clint knows how to observe shit. Hawkeye ;)

He's not doing that great himself, though. Definitely not as great as he wants us (fine, Natasha) to think. That tiny panic attack he allowed himself (made himself have?) may have been good for him.

- AA :)

Bruce messed up! At least he's conscious about it I guess. And he started describing his actions.
Better late than never 🫠

I really love Matt and Natasha's bind in here 🥺🥺🥺

Holy crap this is a great chapter!

Thank you! There's a lot of demons coming home and impossible to ignore. You can see some of Clint's in Part 20 just above ;)

(I'm saying this because even I couldn't find it in the thread RIGHT AFTER POSTING IT, so I figured I'll advertise. It's getting so thick here it gets confusing xd)

Bruce stopped going into his lab. He stopped any and all experiments, letting go of mice and whatever other small animals he had there, only staying on biology floor long enough to make sure they went to a good home.

He went out of the Tower precisely once, for half a day directly after Man's examination, and ever since then, he spent his time hiding in the corners, on his own floor, in the tiny Hindu temple that he had once timidly asked for, or in deserted communal kitchen, doing... this.

"So," Tony told him cheerfully, walking up the table. "Not to brag, but I already did the 'become an alcoholic' side quest."

Bruce didn't say anything, so Tony invited himself to sit down. "I can give you cheat codes, if you want."

Nothing. Just a scrawny biology professor, staring ahead and fiddling with the label on his bottle.

Slowly tearing it apart.

"The Other Guy doesn't mind," Bruce offered eventually. "It makes him sleepy. Also confused, so." He shrugged. "Best not to socialise."

It was a pretty obvious go away and an even more obvious you'll need to lock me up soon and Tony hated them both. Especially since - in secret from Tony, or so he thought - Bruce had turned two out of his three chosen prisons into fucking gas chambers. Just in case.

You can't hide anything that goes on in the Tower from Tony, at least not anything that Jarvis considered dangerous and was concerned about, so both systems had some serious failsafes on them now - but the problem still stood. Bruce considered it entirely acceptable to just... choose to die in either his appartement floor or his temple. If he ever needed to be locked up for too long.

Potentially now. Tomorrow. Today.

"Talk to me, Bruce."

Silence. Tony wasn't the right person for this. He was never good at this 'being a friend' thing. Not enough practice. He shouldn't have people to take care of.

"I get that this isn't easy for you. You were almost a military weapon yourself---"

"I was almost creating military weapons myself."

Tony blinked. He couldn't be implying... "Bruce."

"We didn't re-break his bones. That will still have to happen. We took blood and urine samples - he was familiar with the procedure - and got him under an EKG. There's a number of tests I still want him to take."

Bruce was reciting it all dully, and Tony was getting more concerned, not less.

"Bruce, listen---"

"He should have a real doctor."

Not me, Bruce was saying. And he was right.

"We'll get him one," Tony decided. "I'm sorry, Bruce."

Bruce lowered his head, maybe as a nod. Or maybe in shame. I was creating military weapons, he said. It made Tony feel lighter and heavier at the same time. So was I.

So I am right now, a trecherous voice said, bringing up a mental image of his property sleeping peacefully on his own locked floor.

Sun was slowly going down in the kitchen window. The last rays of it glittered in Bruce's bottle. Tempting. They sat like that, two war criminals comisserating, for a long time.

I wonder how it's gonna go when Matt gest a real doctor. Also, referring his bones will be awful. You're great at making us (and the characters) suffer, anon! A thousand kudos!

Above this comment. I'm getting confused myself, so.

Part 20 is hidden deep in the thread of comments, that's Clint's POV.

Part 19 is tiny and right under 18. Also Clint.

And part 21 is just above. Tony :)

I’m really liking the story but kinda wish the installments were longer. Of course that takes more time…

I’d like to read more Matt pov or them interacting with him.

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Daredevil Prompt Post #12

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BONUS LINE FOR PART 20

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NEXT INSTALLEMENT IS HERE :)))

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