The call
“You’re not gonna answer that ?” Dex raised a brow at you.
“Uh yeah. I’m going to take this one outside. It’s my friend, she only calls me when her relationships end. So I don’t think you would enjoy listening to me repeatedly telling her he was no good for her.” it wasn’t the first time you had lied to someone when Matt was calling you so you had a whole archive of excuses stashed in your brain.
“Right, good luck.” he said as he grabbed his coffee.
Your nerves were wrecking you as you walked into the elevator, you had put your phone on silent mode to avoid drawing the attention considering the ringing never stopped.
The cold air outside hit you as you pushed the door open. Quickly making your way over to your car so you could finally pick up and when you did Matt spoke immediately.
“I know things didn’t end well the last time you were at my apartment but did you really have to raid it ?” he said sarcastically.
You were suprised at the amount of sarcasm he was able to have at this point.
“Matt..” you sighed.
“Why did the FBI break down my door (y/n) ? If you hadn’t told me to get out of there, we would be in trouble now. Because who is going to stop Fisk if they arrest me?” he sounded as shocked as you were. But you were glad he heard you when you told him to get out of there.
“Fisk has convinced the FBI that you were working for him.”
He scoffed and you swore you heard him say ‘unbelievable’ “What exactly is Fisk framing me for ? I heard the FBI say that I was to be considered armed and dangerous.”
You rubbed the bridge of your nose “ He told them you are a facilitator and that you have laundered and hidden money for him. And also that you bribed law enforcement and court officials, orchestrated perjured testimony and manufactured evidence.” you exhaled.
Matt was silent for a moment “That’s it ? He isn’t going to frame me for being a druglord as well?”
“How the hell are you taking this news so lightly, Matt ?” suprise audible in your voice “Fisk is setting you up. Fisk knows you’re Daredevil. He’s going after you, Matt. And I actually had to be a part of the raid on your apartment, he’s toying with us.”
“He is. But (y/n), I have a plan, remember ? ”
You remembered he told you about the guy who shanked Fisk.
“Did you find the guy Fisk made a deal with to get put into house arrest?” you asked Matt.
“I have, his name is Jasper Evans. I am going to pay him a visit, if we get him to testify…”
“The FBI will realise they are being used. And that would mean that you will be proven innocent.” you breathed.
“Exactly. Do you have any idea yet who is working for Fisk in the FBI? Did you notice anything suspicious ? How about that Agent Nadeem guy? He was the one who pushed to get Fisk into the hotel.”
You tapped your fingers on your knee “No. Only Agent Hunt so far. And as for Nadeem, I don’t believe he works for Fisk, Matt.”
“Are you sure?” Matt questioned you.
“I trust him, Matt.” Nadeem had been honest with you from the start. You didn’t believe he could work for a guy like Fisk. It just was not like him.
Matt sighed “ Then I trust that you trust him.”
“I am sorry about the raid, Matt.” you took a deep breath “Do you have a place to stay ?”
“Don’t be (y/n). At least you didn’t throw around my stuff like the other agents did. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you had, your the only one who’d have a valid reason to do so. And yes, I’m staying were I grew up.”
You knew where he meant. He had told you that he was raised at the orphanage in the church after his father was killed.
“And you’re sure you are safe there ?” you couldn’t help but worry about Matt’s safety now that Fisk was targeting him.
“Yeah, but I keep my ears open. And I’ve got Sister Maggie to lift my spirits and patch my wounds. Or throw salt in them depending on her mood.” He chuckled.
“I already like her.” you said smugly.
He chuckles “ I figured you would. Listen (y/n), I need to get ready. Has Fisk been bothering you again?”
“No, and I am avoiding him completely. Which isn’t easy considering I am supposed to bring his food and responsible for the surveillance most of the time.”
He breathed out in relief “At least he appeared to have lost his interest in you. (y/n), I gotta go. Be safe alright? I’ll contact you when I have more news. And (y/n)?”
You fumbled with your car keys “Yeah?”
“Next time you want to visit me, don’t break down my door.” his voice was flooding with sarcasm.
You laughed a little at that “Sure thing, Matt.”
You ended the call and put your phone back in the pocket of your coat as you got out of your car.
Making your way back into the hotel, someone who worked there was about to pass you as she walked in the opposite direction. She was carrying a plate with a drink on it and as you were to pass her she accidentally bumps into you causing the drink to spill on you.
“Oh crap. I’m so sorry.” you tell her. You knew a waitress’s job wasn’t an easy job so you apologized instead of her.
She apologized as well as she starts to dry your coat with a towel she was carrying on her shoulder. You asked her if you could pay for the drink, she refused to accept your money. She chatted with you a bit before you continued to walk back to the surveillance room.
“What the hell happened to you ?” Dex exclaimed when he looked you over.
“Felt like pouring some whisky over my coat.” your voice drily.
“Didn’t anybody tell you that’s not what you’re supposed to do with whisky.” he leaned back in the chair trying not to laugh at your drenched look.
“Shut it, Poindexter.” you told him as you threw the towel at him.
The last hours went by quickly, you were gratefull Dex was your partner in this whole thing.
A yawn escaped your mouth and you looked at your watch to realise there were only about 15 minutes left in your shift.
Dex had noticed you yawning “Go on, I’ll cover the last minutes.” he suddenly says.
It took you a moment to realise what he meant.
“You’re sure ?” you gave him a gratefull smile.
“Yeah, I got it. Go home, the others will be here for the night shift soon anyway.” he shot you a smile.
You weren’t going to say no to that. You grabbed your coat from the chair but before you left the room you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and whispered “Goodnight, Dex.” in his ear.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” he calls after you.
“Definitely. Remember, Dex. Like a gum to a school bench!”
He shuddered at the thought again and you chuckled as you left.