Hearts A Mess
Your Hearts a mess
You won’t admit to it
It makes no sense
But I’m desperate to connect
And you can’t live like this
Hearts a mess - Gotye
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Peter stares longingly out the window of a small coffee shop. Knee bouncing up and down with anxiety , he wonders if he could just dash out of there now and pretend he was never there.
It’s not like any one knows him.
Sighing, he puts his head in his hands. All he wanted was to be able to sit down for one moment without having to worry about anything.
That was until Matt Murdock walked into the exact same coffee shop Peter was sitting in. He wonders if this hell was made especially for him. But, he wasn’t alone. Two people walked arm in arm with him. One blonde slight chubby man, who was talking animatedly- who Peter assumed was Foggy. No photos of Matt’s law partner were ever shown in the articles. And a blond woman who Peter knew was Karen Page. She was looking at the other blonde exasperatedly, as if he had sand the most stupid thing on the planet.
As for Peter, he doesn’t know why he’s panicking.It’s not like Matt would know who he is, or if he’s even there.
For the next 15 minutes, Peter sits in complete and utter agony, waiting until they would leave. He was afraid to even move an inch away from where he was sitting.
Finally, the three stood up and more or so made there way to the exit (Karen leading the other two stumbling men, who were too busy laughing to see her shoot an apologetic look to the women at the counter).
Tension was relieved from Peters body as he slowly heard their laughter fade away as they made their way down the street.
After that Peter prayed he would have an uneventful rest of his day.
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Of course, Peters hopes fell on deaf ears.
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Peter decided to patrol a little later than usual, as he had been busy with grovelling to his landlord about his rent.
Dejectedly, he puts on his suit. Putting on the suit felt like finally breathing fresh air, as if he’d been only breathing in direct smoke.
He was able to be someone else. Someone people knew. Even if it was negative, they still know who he was.
Kids used to look up in amazement, now there parents whisper harshly in their ears to ‘get away!’.
He would do anything for his people, even if they would rather he was dead.
Swinging through the air, Peter heard a commotion. Shouting and a muffled scream made Peter decide he was going to intervene.
“No please! He’s only 8, he hasn’t done anything wrong!” A older woman screamed shrilly. A loud slap was heard in response.
Blood boiling, Peter drops down into the dark alleyway.
He sees a man holding a gun to a young boys’ head. Shooting out a web, it attaches itself to the gun and yanks it out of the man’s hands.
“Now is that any way to treat someone?” Peter holds his hands on his hips disapproving.
The man spits in his direction before he quickly puts the kid in a headlock. “I’ll kill him! Don’t move any closer spidey, wouldn’t want this kid to die would ya?” The mark smirks, his yellow decaying teeth on full display. “Then again Didnt you already let people die? Gwen Stacy was it?”
Peter tilts his head, his fist clenching. Suddenly, he shoots out another web, this time attached it to the young boy. Catching the man off guard, the boy easily slips out of his grip. He gives him to the woman who thanks him profusely, he barely hears her his eyes set on the disgusting man.
He then races forward and lunges toward the man. Grabbing him around the waist and pushing him to the ground. His fist collides with the man face twice. “Go!” He roars over his shoulder to the terrified child and the woman.
He webs up the bloody man and calls the police. He climbs up the wall of the building and waits until the man gets taken away. He walks towards a concrete wall on the roof. His hands tremble with anger and rage. He screams. His hands come into contact with wall countless times. Peter loses himself in the pain.
Tiring himself out, he slumps against the wall. That’s when he notices a figure lurking on the corner of the roof.
The figure must of realised he was seen and slowly walked towards him. No. He didn’t walk. It was like he was being hunted. Like he was prey. He was confused. Nothing was telling him that the figure was danger.
“Why did you let the man get away?” The voice asks, his voice as deep as gravel.
Confused, Peter cocks his head to the side in question.
“You we’re angry and wanted to hurt him more than you did. Why did you let him go?” The man seemed curious not mad.
“Because i would rather he pay the consequences of his actions in prison, not in a hospital.” Peter states wryly.
The man says nothing. He just stands there.
Slowly, the man starts walking away. Before he leaves he warns “Don’t get in my way. Be glad i let you stay in Hells Kitchen. Don’t make me regret it.”
Peter sits in shock as the man silently disappears.
Holy shit.
He just met DareDevil.