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[lawyerbyday]

Open Post for Matt Murdock. Can be carry over from memes, new lines, or any of the above. Tag in or send a PM if you'd like to discuss beforehand.

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Matt/Jess.

[messofawoman]

The evening had taken an interesting turn. And Jessica had found herself intrigued at the possibility of having sex with Matt. He had flirted with her shamelessly. And she had found herself flirting right back. It had definitely...been a while for her. She'd had a lot of other things on her mind.

But one night off from her self-loathing wasn't going to kill her, she supposed. Though she knew he knew she was already there, she knocked anyway. It was the polite thing to do or something.

"I'm here, Murdock."

[lawyerbyday]

He supposed he could look into the meaning behind her opting to use manners when dealing with him when she so rarely did with others, but he'd been allowing himself to enjoy the sound of her voice, to let his imagination run a little wild about what a woman like her could do to a guy like him. He might not be able to see the way others did anymore, but he had a vivid imagination. Especially when he caught a whiff of her scent coming up the stairs; whiskey and leather and something expressly feminine that was all her.

She came in and that smell took over his apartment, making Matt adjust a little where he sat on the couch. Still in his work trousers and button up shirt, tie loosened and glasses still on, he did his very best to look as comfortable as he wanted her to think he was. "So's your package, Jones."

[messofawoman]

Jessica supposed she had a bit of a weak spot for Matt, though she didn't know why. Anything started with her was sure to end in disaster. If the lawyer was smart, he should stay far away from her. She was the kind of damaged that couldn't be fixed. Not really. This was a trainwreck waiting to happen.

And yet, here she was. After the heavy flirting, she had to admit she felt a bit awkward about this. She wasn't sure why. She wasn't normally awkward when it came to this stuff. "I believe you also promised me whiskey." She said, before moving to join him on the couch.

[lawyerbyday]

Said whiskey was on the table in front of him, along with two glasses. He leaned forward, reaching for the bottle and uncapping it, sloshing amber liquid into both glasses. He held hers out towards her, feeling a little nervous himself. Matt's imagination had been having a good time, and for a guy who kind of got off a bit on pain and danger, there was something heady about a woman who could possibly break every part of him during sex. "Your drink."

[messofawoman]

Jessica took the drink from him with a wry smirk. "Rough day?" She asked. Not that she minded him joining her for a drink, no far from it. She just definitely wouldn't want to be a lawyer and put up with the bullshit he did. She put up with enough of it as a Private Investigator. And for some reason, she could never seem to keep a door. Jessica was pretty much always having a rough day. She downed it in one sip, thinking about how the drink was not all she'd come here for.

[lawyerbyday]

Brows raised at how quickly that had gone down and he took a sip of his own, then held it out to her. "Not at all. On your end?" Maybe she'd had one. It wouldn't surprise him. She tended to have customers that weren't exactly on the up and up. But it paid her bills and she seemed to enjoy doing what she did, so...

[messofawoman]

"No more than usual. You know, besides the door. Which is kind of...more of the usual." Jessica mused. Most people didn't take her seriously, and who could blame them? She wasn't exactly a straight-laced Private Investigator. She drank too much and had PTSD and anger issues, but hey no one was perfect. She took the liberty of pouring herself more whiskey.

[OOC: So sorry for the delay on this, I'm training my replacement at work and I haven't had the brain for scene tags]

[cutehugeyacht]

[Most women likely balk at the idea of walking alone late at night. Alexis has never really been me of those women. She's been taken hostage too many times for her to really worry herself with getting mugged or murdered. At least, it's not at the forefront of her mind. Instead, she's strolling down the sidewalk to cute little brownstone she's been staying at in the city. She's just finished meeting some friends at a nearby bar. A girl's night. She finds that she's missed Matt all evening, so she's sending him a text to let him know she's almost home.

Maybe he'll even drop by later. She's really hoping he will. Her eyes are on her phone, so she doesn't notice the man that suddenly springs from the alley to haul her against him. There's a biting press of a cold blade against her throat as he demands her purse. She squeaks in surprise and a little bit of fear. Mostly, she's annoyed, and the man smells of sweat and stale beer.]

Oh my god, ew!

[lawyerbyday]

[This was one of his non-date nights, and he felt a little guilty in having left a few of his patrols for so long, so he assuaged that by making it a 'go out and deal with what needed to be dealt with' night. A few weapons trades got interrupted. A mugging avoided. And then he got a notification on his burner, which forwarded calls from his phone when he was out, that Alexis was on her way home. It didn't sound the same to hear a flat text-to-speech voice read it out as opposed to the woman herself, but he figured he'd head towards where he knew she was staying, just to be sure she got in okay. He sent off a read text himself, hoping she had a good night out, then headed along the rooftops, a blur of red and black as he ran from one to the other.

She wasn't in an overly dangerous part of the town, but it was still New York, and Alexis drew attention to herself, even when she wasn't trying. Bright and blonde and shiny, she was a visible target from a few blocks off from the man who'd opted to make her a victim that night.

Too bad for him, Matt was a building away when he heard her heels on the sidewalk, heard the sound of someone getting too close to her, and then the squeak of revulsion from her. He was smiling as he vaulted over the edge of the building and came down in the alley just behind them. A thud as he landed, and then his billy club came out to hit a bundle of nerves on the man's elbow, aiming to make it jerk his hand away from her throat and to turn his attention to the real threat.]

Translation: the lady isn't interested and I don't think she wants to part with a purse that matches her shoes.

[A guess, really, since he couldn't tell the color, but Alexis tended to enjoy dressing up and he knew her habits well enough by now to know that a night out with the girls meant matching accessories.]

[cutehugeyacht]

[Alexis could be flighty and silly, but she's always a force to be reckoned with. The man has a knife at her throat, yes, but her mind is going a mile a minute as she tries to think of a way out of this. She hasn't faced the Yakuza and Somali pirates and a Ugandan drug lord to be felled by some New York mugger. As if. She's about to use her expert negotiating skills when there's a sudden rush of air and a flash of red near them.

The man immediately lets her go. She's able to catch her breath and really assess the situation. In the alley, with a glow of red eyes, stands the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. She's certainly heard of him, but she's never really seen him before. Her mugger is focused on the Devil, so he's caught by surprise when Alexis takes he heavy handbag and starts whacking him on the head with it. He gives a grunt of pain and tries to shield himself from her blows with a vicious curse.

Maybe he's finally realizing he's bitten off more than he can chew with her.]

You! Are! So! Rude!

[She punctuates each word with a whack. She wishes she has something heavier.]

[lawyerbyday]

[He wasn't entirely sure which of them was more surprised that she opted to join the fight and beat the would-be mugger with her purse; the mugger or Matt. But he was grinning as he let her get a little venting out, all while staying close enough that if the man thought of retaliating, he'd find out why that was a bad idea.]

See? Why would she want to give up such a useful weapon?

[He hadn't decided if he wanted to intervene yet, enjoying just witnessing the brutal outrage of Alexis and her very justified fury at being mugged.]

[cutehugeyacht]

[It's cathartic whacking her mugger with her purse. At least until she stumbles because the heel of her shoe breaks off from all her energetic exertion and stomping. The mugger takes advantage of it. Once the blows slow, his hand whips out to grab her wrist in a painful grip. It's hard enough to make her yelp. Alexis is trying to keep her balance so she doesn't go face first into the concrete.]

[lawyerbyday]

[He can hear the shoe snap and he's already moving, smile wiped off as the mugger's hand touches her, hurts her, and he catches her with his left while snapping a quick jab to the bridge of the man's nose with his right. A knee to the crotch, because he plays dirty, and then he turns to place her behind him, finishing that three-sixty turn with a roundhouse kick.]

Sorry, Miss. You're wearing the wrong shoes for kicking ass. Sit this one out.

[counterstep]

( matt's place was the first he checked after getting back in, taking a shower, and dressing down. but it was empty, and when bucky checked the chest, it was empty, too. unsurprising. even if matt weren't hard set on stopping crime in hell's kitchen, bucky knew his absence tended to give matt an itch to be doing more, even just to keep his mind off of things, to keep from entertaining the worst.

tracking him took a bit longer than anticipated, but with the serum's speed, he still made quick work of it. it was instead to his dismay that matt seemed to be struggling, stumbling on his feet with his back toward a wall as his attacker, some youthful gang type, came at him again with his modded bat. it was hard to tell what damage he might have already suffered either from this encounter or an earlier one, but knowing murdock, there was certainly something amiss about the way he held himself upright.

the soldier's pulse immediately spiked with realization, adrenaline prepping the charge in as he sprinted forward to block the strike. throwing out the vibranium arm to catch it, the wood instead splintered against the force thrown against it with a hollow crunch, and the punk's grasp was thrown back as the handle lost all the weight that had stabilized the swing.

with a curse, the bat was thrown at his face, a newly adapted weapon, but it didn't meet, a quick step to the side a simple enough task. with a scoff, bucky couldn't help but remark. )

You really need to work on your aim, kid.

[lawyerbyday]

[Matt didn't take quiet well. Mostly because it was never quiet for him. The sounds around him always beat down through whatever he did to quiet them unless he was distracted by something closer. Work was done and that left him with nothing but his thoughts.

He had better use of himself than quiet time alone with his demons. Why not let that devil out on people that deserved it?

For most of the night, he'd been fine. He usually was. But there'd been a woman walking by with an infant, the shock of her understand what was happening and the cry of the child surprising him. It surprised who he was fighting as well, and as one of them turned to respond to her, Matt put himself in a tenuous situation to distract them. Which had led to a hit to the back of his head, one that made him glad that he'd come across Melvin, knowing that without the helmet, he'd be in trouble.

After that, he'd been thrown off his game a bit, the headshot messing with his ability to hone in properly, which is how a knife had gone in under his guard and sliced at his calf. The material had mostly stood up, but there was enough of a tear that some of it got through and he'd have to take the suit in for Melvin to touch up later. Dammit.

He was already chastising himself, confused and trying to get himself to get his head in the game instead of thinking of what to do afterward. He was assuming it was that confusion that had him hearing a heartbeat and scenting a metallic scent he knew that shouldn't be there, but that voice cleared it up. So. Someone was back in town early.

Relief flitted over him, the relief of him being back in one piece and of knowing that headshot or not, he'd be making it home whether he wanted to or not now that a certain annoyed super soldier was making the little shits in front of him piss themselves. They knew Daredevil, but they also knew Bucky. That kind of celebrity gave him weight, and the bat all but splintering to nothing on his arm gave credence to a lot of what they heard about him. Matt straightened and moved to come up behind him, attempting to look as menacing as someone who was two inches taller than him.]

Pretty sure that's not all they need to work on.

[counterstep]

Sure wouldn't hurt for them to pick up some manners either, now would it?

( he answered, eyeing up the rest of the crew as the attacker he'd stopped stumbled back with shock and fear in his eyes. it didn't make bucky glad to see, even being from someone clearly disrupting the peace of the neighborhood; it felt too much like something else, something far more sinister. but still, that he stumbled back into his friends gave clear indication of how startled the young man felt, and his friends couldn't help but feel the same, even as another toward the back decided to pull out another knife. )

You sure you wanna be doing that, kid? ( the warning was exactly that and also that lingering bit of concern, bucky knowing that what led people down these paths wasn't always straightforward, wasn't always because better opportunities had been forgone. ) I can break that too, if you're set on it. Maybe your hand while I'm at it. Learn you from pulling a thing like that on anyone anymore.

[lawyerbyday]

[Things that shouldn't be happening right now: Matthew Michael Murdock getting turned the fuck on hearing Bucky talk like a scolding teacher. There was censure there, yes, and he'd spank the shit out of the younger man if given the opportunity, but there was grace there and Matt felt that thud of something hard and heavy turning over in his chest, that inevitable sinking into love that he needed to put away for later.

Still... goddammit, the man was hot. Matt shifted to his other foot, pulling out his baton and giving it a bit of a twirl as if to ready himself.]

You weren't winning with a single opponent. How well do you think it's going to go with two?

[counterstep]

( oblivious, as usual, to matt's internal dilemma, bucky's stance widened, gesturing his own readiness to attack. )

Gee, seems almost like they wanna find out, huh? ( his head cocked to the side toward matt, though his gaze remained on the thugs in front of them.

at that, one of the guys gestured for an exit and quickly scrambled back and away without confirmation from his companions. the one who'd wielded the bat quickly followed suit, and when the one who'd drawn out his knife hesitated, bucky decided to take a step forward. )

I'd suggest calling it a night right now, before it gets any worse. ( the rest turned tail at that, but the youth with a knife lingered, a spark of daring in his eyes. he didn't seem to have anything to prove, but maybe he didn't understand better enough when to quit. maybe never learned how. )

You know, having two hands it's pretty useful. And I say that cause I know better than most.

[lawyerbyday]

[Matt wasn't in so gracious a mood. The violence lately had been increasing, and it had been at the hands of individuals like this. Young punks who thought death was a myth, or something glorious to aim towards. With a flick of his wrist, his baton detached and headed out for the hand holding the knife. He hit hard enough for fingers to numb and release the weapon, the detachable part retracting back to snap onto the baton with a mechanical click.

No real damage done, Matt tipped his head as the guy grabbed at his wrist, cursing. One cracked finger bone and a few bruised tendons. Matt considered it a light lesson learned. The guy paused, then made as if to bend to pick up the knife. Matt took another step closer.]

Consider that and your hand the price for this very effective lesson. Keep it up and I'll add a tax.

[counterstep]

( he was an hour later than he ought to be, weather having affected the flight time. three weeks. much as he'd enjoyed getting to get out and get some work done, it wasn't without its cost either, and the added delay only makes him antsy by the time they touch down.

while a brief thought reminded him to check on anything important that might have popped up in the news while he'd been airborne, he opened up a certain conversation and shot out a quick message first. )

just landed
heading to yours after they let us off

( it's late, so matt could still be out. but it's also raining. but it's also matt, so: )

no rush if you're busy
I know how to let myself in

[lawyerbyday]

[Bucky knew him well. Matt didn't do well with waiting and worrying, so he'd opted to work off the worst of his anxiety and stress by doing a couple patrols. He knew better than to carry his phone on him in this identity, but he'd had Foggy set up a few personalized forwarding accounts, in case of emergency. Bucky had been one of those accounts.

The rain was a backdrop to the sound of Siri reading him a few words. Not enough. Just enough. He was smiling as he listened to the sounds of the city around him. Raining enough to keep most people inside. He could do one more quick swing around, then head home. He sent a voice-text back.]

Guess we'll see who beats who home. Winner gets to pick a soundtrack?

[counterstep]

( surely a tempting reward, even though bucky's found he quite likes the songs matt picks, too. but it's also new york, and it really is a city that seems to never sleep. )

hardly fair when I gotta deal with all the traffic down to you and you can just backflip into your window

( ... it's an exaggeration but also definitely not impossible if matt really wanted to try. )

[lawyerbyday]

I only did that the one time.

[Sarcasm was lost on text to speech, but he was enjoying the idea of looking forward to getting home, either to Bucky there already or to getting things ready for him to be there. His night had been relatively slow; a few incidents involving mostly the desperate kind of criminal, so it hadn't taken too much to scare them off. He wasn't even sure he had any bruises to try to convince him to kiss better.

Maybe an old one...]

[counterstep]

( not that matt really needed to bribe bucky into kissing him. )

yeah sure
I bet you had a whole crowd and everyone clapped and everything

[lawyerbyday]

Yes, my whole crowd of fans watching which apartment DD dives into at night. They watch what happens on the inside too. They've been rating all my indoor activities. Including THOSE activities.

[Teasing him was fun. He'd missed it. He'd missed Bucky in general. His scent was faded from the apartment, lingering in a shirt that Matt had stubbornly refused to wash that he kept in the back of his closet, like a private addiction.]