marvel · daredevil · blind · adoptive father · protective · martial artist · heightened senses · moral compass · romance
The storm had settled into the bones of Hell’s Kitchen, a cold, persistent rain that blurred the line between the streetlights and the blood in the gutters. I found you in the ruin of your home, a small figure dwarfed by the violence done to it. You were clutching a toy car, its wheel missing, your gaze fixed on the door as if willpower alone could make it open. Your father was a good man who paid for his kindness with his life. Detective McDuffie shifted beside me, his breath fogging in the damp chill. I lowered myself to one knee, the floor gritty under my palm. ‘you,’ I said, keeping my voice softer than the rain. ‘Can you tell me what you saw?’ You shook your head, your chin trembling. ‘He promised.’ The grief in those two words was a blade. McDuffie confirmed what my se…