18- Jackson

I laughed as Matt pulled me into his arms even more as I tried to get out of bed. He kissed my bare shoulders as I attempted to squirm out of his grip. The window next to the bed let in plenty of morning light, letting me see Matthew Murdock in all of his glory. Matt and I had been seeing each other for a couple of weeks now, which means I kept waking up in his Hell's Kitchen apartment.

"I have to get going, Matt. You're going to make me late." I protest as his scruffy face scratches my skin. The smile doesn't leave my face as I turn in his arms, looking at his face. His brown unfocused eyes are wide open and he's smiling.

"You've never cared before, especially when I was the one that was going to be late." There's humor in his rough morning voice and that's almost enough to make me stay in bed and make me miss my mission.

Almost.

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I lift my knee up high, slamming it into the man's jaw as I bring his face down onto my knee. He drops to the ground, incapacitated got the time being as Cap runs past me and into the warehouse I grin and run to catch up with him before jumping into the air, my hands on fire. Out of the corner of my eye I can see him shake his head. I grin and fly past him, grabbing two guys as I go, lifting them up and dropping them to the ground. They cried out as they hit the ground with a thud.

"Who's left, Cap?" I ask, landing on the ground so he could catch up with me. He reached me within seconds. He looks around, his shield on his arm. Steve's blue eyes narrow on something behind me, so I drop low and Steve launches his shield at the oncoming attackers. I move, quickly rotating so I could launch a fireball at the men as well. I stay low as the shield comes back to Steve. The warehouse we are in at the moment is dark and dirty, but it is apparently clean enough to house a huge arms dealing operation.

"We still have one-" Bullets rained down on us and Steve quickly covered us with his shield. My hands quickly extinguished as I let him cover me. His arm was wrapped around me so he could have the shield in front of us. We were extremely close. Not that I'm complaining-I mean, you've seen Steve Rogers, right?

"Look dickhead, it's over. You've been caught. Just give up so we can go home." I call out to him. The man chuckles dryly. Steve gives me a "Well you know that wasn't going to work, right?" type of look and I sigh.

"I think it's fitting that they sent an arms dealer to take down an arms dealer, don't you Miss Stark? My collection would make you proud!" The man called out, which made me roll my eyes. I put my hand on Steve's shield and Steve nods, knowing what I was getting at.

"Well obviously you don't know me all too well because my brother and father were the arms dealers. Not me, buddy." I say and I grab Steve's shield. I swing it hard and let it go flying into the arms dealer. It knocks him against the wall, knocking him out. Steve stands, lifting his arm so the shield returns to him. I fly up and grab the man before dropping him at Steve's feet.

"I really wish you would've gotten a video of me using the shield. It's been my dream since I was a little girl." I say as I turn to Steve, wiping my hands on my dark red suit. He sighs and looks around the warehouse as more SHIELD agents file in, rounding up the injured enemy.

"I want to be mad at you but then you say things like that." Steve sighs as he puts his shield on the harness on his back before he takes off his helmet. I start to walk out of the warehouse and he follows me

"People find it very hard to be mad at me, Cap." I say, looking over my should to smile at him. He snorts and shakes his head, a smile gracing his face.

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I found myself standing outside of Matt's apartment, showered and bundled up that night. It was starting to get very cold in New York and I didn't want to draw any attention to myself by using my powers to heat myself up to wear less layers so I wrapped my scarf around my neck, put on a big coat and a beanie. My heeled boots made a little noise as I moved to knock on the door to give him a warning that I was coming in. I used the key he gave me to open the door and walked in, shutting the door behind me. I locked the door and started to take off my layers when I heard someone fall down the stairs, the ones that lead to the roof.

"Matt?" I call out, flicking on the lights. Almost halfway down the stairs was a figure in black. He had a black scarf tied around the upper half of his face, but I knew exactly who it was. "Jesus Christ, Matt!" I rushed over to him, my eyes widening when I see his blood soaked shirt.

"P-Pey.." Matt breathed out hard as I helped him move towards the couch. I laid him down, pulling off his shirt and his make do mask. I ran to bathroom, rummaging through everything until I found a first aid kit. I grabbed it (and some towels) and ran back to him. I put two and two together. A man dressed in black had been running around Hell's Kitchen, cleaning up the streets. Matt was dressed in all black.

"What the fuck were you doing?" I murmured and kneeled by his side. He had a large gash in his side and his lip was cut. His body was bruised, but those weren't as important as the gash. I opened up the first aid kit as I looked into the wound. It was deep, but not super deep. I put one of the towels underneath him and started to clean out the wound.

"Would you believe it if I told you I got mugged?" He tries to joke, crying out as I pour hydrogen peroxide on his wound, "Fuck!"

"No I wouldn't. So you're him? The guy whose been running around, fighting people?" I ask as I put pressure on the wound, soaking up the blood with some gauze. He nods and I sigh, keeping one hand on his wound as I rummage through the first aid kit. I can't really judge him. I'd be a hypocrite if I did and it's not like I was pissed at him. I was more amazed that he has been running around Hell's Kitchen and kicking ass even though he's blind.

"You're so fucking lucky I know how to fix this up, Matt." I murmur as I pull out what I need to sew up his wound, not wanting to know where he got all the things to do so. I sigh and look at his wound and get to work.

"Where did Peyton Stark learn to stitch up a wound?" Matt questions and I'm glad he's talking through the pain. He's holding on tightly to the couch as I stitch his wound. I bite my lip, trying to be as careful as possible.

"From a friend." I explain, not wanting to mention that the friend was actually Natasha who taught me whilst on a mission when I had to sew up her wound because we weren't going to get out in time for some else to do it. He nods, his unseeing eyes looking up at the ceiling.

"Lucky me." He smiles, hissing through his teeth. I chuckle and continue to work on him until I'm finished. I put some antibacterial ointment over the stitch before I wrap up his abdomen in order to protect his wound.

"Thank you for doing this, Pey. I'm sorry you had to and I'm sorry you found out like this." Matt says as he motions to bandage abdomen. I laugh humorlessly as I clean up all the bloody gauze, putting the clean things back into the first aid kit.

"You're welcome and if I didn't do it, you could've bled out. You're not fun dead." He laughs at my comment as I make my way to the trash can with all the used medical equipment, "And this isn't the worse secret crime fighting identity reveal."

"Wow, I just can't win today." Matt jokes again and I snort, washing my hands in the sink, scrubbing his blood off of them. I leave my boots by his front door before getting him some pain medicine and a glass of water.

"It's like the universe is just kicking your ass at this point." I tease, making my way over to him, "I got you some painkillers and water, okay?" He opens his hands to me and I put the cup of water in one hand and the pills in the other. I move to take off his shoes, but he stops me.

"You don't have to take care of me. I'll be okay." Matt tells me and I blush slightly, embarrassed. I clear my throat, trying to regain my composure. He shifts on the couch, wincing in pain.

"Well I know when I'm really injured, I feel better when someone's there with me. Although I understand if you don't want me here." The light from the billboard that was right outside his apartment bathed us both in a baby pink light. I wasn't about to tell him that it would make me feel so much better if I was taking care of him.

"You'd give up your night just to take care of me?" Matt questions, moving his head in my direction. I shrug, even though I know he can't see it.

"I don't have to wake up early tomorrow, so why not?" I tell him as I take off his shoes, leaving his socks on. I sit on the floor beside the couch, leaning against it. After a few seconds, his fingers find my hair. I lean into Matt's touch as he starts to run his fingers through my hair.

"So, you're a vigilante?" I ask, looking at him. He smiles, still playing with my hair as he drinks his water.

"Something like that. Why are you into disabled vigilantes?" He teases and I laugh.

"Something like that." I answer, a smile on his face and on mine.

He couldn't be closer to truth.

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A/N:I know this sucks but also the chapter titles for 11, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17 and 18 have been song titles just so you know.