My New Neighbor

Marvel Daredevil (TV) The Punisher (TV 2017)
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My New Neighbor
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Summary
In an alternate universe where Frank Castle never became the Punisher and Matt Murdock never became Daredevil, they lead ordinary lives in Hell’s Kitchen. Frank, having left his old life behind after his family’s tragic death, relocates to an apartment complex in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen, hoping to escape his past. His neighbor, Matt Murdock, a blind lawyer, catches Frank’s attention in ways Frank can't quite explain. What starts as an innocent crush grows into something more complicated, as Frank finds himself engaging in little acts of “coincidence” to get Matt’s attention without revealing his feelings.
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Chapter 3

Frank was not going to think about it.

Nope.

Not gonna think about the way Matt smirked at him last night, like he knew exactly what Frank was doing with the keys. Or the way his voice had gone all low and teasing, making something in Frank’s stomach clench in a way that was definitely not normal.

He wasn’t going to think about the fact that he’d spent the last ten minutes staring at the ceiling, replaying that damn conversation over and over.

So instead, he got up, got dressed, and decided to do something useful.

Which was why he was currently standing outside Matt’s door, holding a cup of coffee like an idiot.

It wasn’t for Matt, obviously. It was just—he was heading out for the day, and the cafe next block had good coffee, and he figured maybe Matt would appreciate one. That was all.

(That was not all.)

He knocked.

A few seconds later, Matt opened the door, head tilting like he already knew who it was. “Frank.”

Frank swallowed. “Hey.”

Matt’s eyebrows raised slightly, and Frank suddenly realized how this looked. Big, ex-military guy showing up at his neighbor’s door, standing there all awkward, holding out a damn coffee like he was—

Like he was courting him or something.

Abort. Mission abort.

But before Frank could backpedal, Matt smiled.

“Is that for me?”

Frank shifted on his feet. “Yeah, well. Figured you might want it.”

Matt reached out, fingers brushing against Frank’s as he took the cup. “You figured right. Thanks.”

Frank didn’t move. Didn’t step back, didn’t say anything. Because now he was stuck watching the way Matt’s lips curved around the rim of the cup as he took a sip, and—

Jesus.

Matt let out a satisfied hum. “Mmm. You know, you might be my favorite neighbor.”

Frank blinked. “You got other neighbors that bring you coffee?”

Matt grinned. “No, none that bring me coffee.”

Frank clenched his jaw, ignoring the way his ears burned.

Matt knew.

The bastard totally knew.

Frank cleared his throat. “Yeah, well. Don’t get used to it.”

Matt smirked. “Of course not.”

Frank had a sinking feeling that Matt was about to enjoy making him squirm for a long, long time.

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