All Is Revealed
Dex had hoped you would leave early, not that he wanted you gone but he could not have you around if he was going to do this. He needed everyone to be out of sight.
He pressed the buttons he knew would shut off the cameras to Fisk’s penthouse, one by one.
Fisk had done something to cause you so much distress and Dex was not going to just let that pass. He was going to find out one way or another what had happened when Agent Hunt had left you in there alone with Fisk.
He was not going to let some shitbag like Fisk hurt the one person he cared about.
Dex’s straightened himself, he knew he would have to remain calm. He wasn’t going to give Fisk anything other then a cold warning to stay away from you.
He grabbed the plate with Fisk’s dinner and made his way over to the penthouse.
He made sure to breath in deeply before he would go inside, your warnings about Fisk still whispering in his thoughts.
Dex pulled the door open and made his way to Fisk who was sitting at the table as if he was expecting him. Dex all but let the plate fall on the table in front of Fisk.
“We’re going to have a little talk.” his voice like ice.
Fisk straightened himself on the chair, he wanted to speak but Dex cut him off before he could.
“I don’t know what it is that you did to Agent (l/n), but I know you’re going to tell me. Like it or not.” his eyes shot daggers as he saw Fisk keep his calm demeanor.
“Agent (l/n) and I, have only had a civil conversation.” Fisk talked as if it was a normal chat to have.
Dex scoffed at that and put a his hand in his pocket, a small gesture that would help prevent him from reaching for his gun.
“And what exactly was that conversation about?” his jaw clenched as he spoke.
Fisk exhaled before he answered.
“Perhaps, you should ask Agent (l/n) that.”
Something in him snapped when he knew Fisk was avoiding his questions. He wiped the plate of the table.
The noise of the metal clattering on the ground was loud breaking the silence of the room. It was getting harder to keep his composure.
“You will tell me what it was about.” Dex was seething now.
“I suppose I have no other choice then.” Fisk reluctantly said “Agent (l/n) and I have talked about her rather extraordinary friendship with the vigilante Daredevil.”
Confusion washed over Dex’s face “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Agent (l/n) is hiding her true self from you Agent Poindexter. Agent (l/n) used to be the lover of the man who is Daredevil and she is still close to him now. She is using you to help Daredevil get to me, you are but a pawn in their game.”
“You’re lying.” Dex said, grinding his teeth as he tried to keep his composure.
“Believe me, Agent Poindexter. Why would she want to be with someone who kills while she shares Daredevil’s opinion on being against it? Do you believe that Daredevil would agree with that? She is loyal to him, has been for years. She will never accept you, Agent Poindexter.”
“I’ve heard enough of this.” Dex turned to leave, barely holding on to his last bit of patience.
“If I am lying. Then why did she pretend not to know that man who recently tried to gain access without a room key?”
Dex stopped in his tracks as his mind went back to the moment. He had found it odd how the man had behaved. He knew the man was lying, right then and there. He remembered how you had stepped between them, he had thought it was because of your kind nature.
“And why did Agent (l/n) not tell you that she used to live with Matthew Murdock at the apartment that you raided today? She knows him but all too well, because Matthew Murdock is Daredevil.“
Fisk stood up from the table to take something from a counter nearby. He placed it on the table.
Dex’s breathing stopped when he saw what it was. A picture, of you and Matt from when you were together taken in the apartment, the apartment that they had raided together today. He reached for it as he recognized the man from the picture as the man who had indeed tried to gain access to the rooms a while ago. Dex’s hand was shaking as he held the picture.
"Agent (l/n) has used your protectiveness as a cloak of safety, making it easier to help Daredevil get to me. And once they have succeeded, she will abandon you.”
Dex’s hands were balled into fists, his nails digging in his palms as he processed what Fisk told him.
“She knows that I know of her alliance with him. That is why she is avoiding me. I have seen her true intentions.”
He tried to keep his emotions in check, his thoughts were racing as the pieces of the puzzle fell and he wished they didn’t click together, but they did.
“She knows I know her secret. How she took advantage of you, how she gave the information of the raid on the apartment to Murdock. All of this because of their witch-hunt on me. I am trully sorry you had to endure all of this. I doubt she will return for work tomorrow now that their plan has been exposed.”
Dex was breathing, but he didn’t feel like he did. His chest was tightening everytime he drew a breath. It was making him become light-headed.
Fisk inhaled deeply before he spoke again “When I was a boy..I.. beat my father’s skull in with a hammer. I was 12 years old. Young for my age, in fact. Terribly inexperienced. I’d never been to a dance with a girl or stayed up past midnight. Never been out of the city or even taken the subway on my own. Yet there I was … twelve years old.. standing over my father’s body. Watching him die by my hand.
As Fisk stepped closer to Dex, Dex tensed.
“That feeling. That moment. I sense it’s something you’re familiar with.” Fisk looked at him intently.
Dex knew what Fisk meant. He still remembered how he had killed his coach, the feeling it gave him, as if it was yesterday.
“You were taught to hide beneath many fictions.You fashioned yourself into something the world would tolerate. A soldier doing his patriotic duty. A sniper in the FBI. The watchful companion of a woman, who took advantage of your protectiveness.” Fisk took a step closer.
“Stay back.” Dex’s voice was unstable as he said it.
“(y/n), will never understand you. And society won’t either. It punishes people like you. Like us.”
Dex shook his head at Fisk’s words, he felt like he was being pushed underwater.
He stepped away from Fisk, he couldn’t stand to hear it anymore.
He held himself together long enough to walk out of the penthouse.
As the doors to the penthouse fell shut, he felt himself shaking. He had never expected to hear any of the things Fisk had just told him. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t deny how everything Fisk had told him about you had fit together. The apartment, you had pretended not to know Matthew Murdock, the picture…
He rubbed a hand over his face as he started to hear the buzzing in his ears he had not heard since he had met you.
He had to know the truth, he had to hear it from you. His hand shaking profusely as he searched for his phone in his pocket. He searched for your number and called.
He tried to keep his thoughts together, he had hoped you would pick up, that he would hear your voice.
Instead he heard the automatic message “This number has been blocked.”. He gasped for air when he heard it.
He decided to text you. “(y/n), Can we talk?”
It took less then a second for the red message to appear telling him his number was blocked.
His breathing was heavy as he gasped for air, panic rising inside of him. He tried to calm himself down, telling himself how you were never easy to reach by phone, often forgetting to reply. He reminded himself it was late, and you were probably sleeping.
His hands were shaking. You said you would be at work tomorrow, he would have a chance to ask you then. Yes, he would ask you about all of it, you would clarify the situation and everything was going to be fine.
His heart was slowing down, as was his breathing.
He slid the phone back in his pocket as he took a deep breath.
Tomorrow you would tell him everything was fine.