Blurry Vision ∷ Daredevil; Matthew Murdock

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Chapter 6

I pull a bit on my restrains only to hear my own pistol cock and be pressed against my head, "Got a name, doll?"

I clench my teeth together and just stare dead ahead.

"...Or don't talk, it would make it easier for me to kill you..." He trails off making my expression soften slightly. Here is the definition of 'Shoot first ask questions later.'

"Not here for you, but for him." I say, voice barely above a whisper.

He fake gasps then comes around to the front of me, gun still pressed to my head, "She speaks!"

I glare at him and stress against the chains, "I'm not here for you, I'm here for him."

He scans my face for a second before straightening up and tucking my gun away, "Case of the 'wrong place at the wrong time', doll."

I bite my cheeks to refrain from making any comments or remarks that would just delve me deeper into this little conflict of mine- or the Devil's saying that this is his 'super villain', not mine... also not that I want one.

Frank moves back over to a case- and he brought a sniper rifle as well. Great.

As he starts to snap it together halfheartedly, I wince whenever he attempts to put the wrong piece in the wrong place.

No no! Stop...this is the worst torture- no it's not. Like fifth worst torture for me.

The Devil start to sir next to me making me scoff, "Enjoy your nap, Princess?"

"Thought you said you were a SHIELD agent." He growls while pulling against the chains.

"Well I tried shooting him." I mumble while shaking my head and drawing my attention back to Frank, who is watching us with an amused smirk.

The devil whips his head over to me, "You what?!"

"Don't worry, its kevlar." I reassure making him sarcastically chuckle, 'That makes it sooo much better.'

"Enough." Frank calls before walking over to me and shooting one of the chains holding me to the pillar. He grabs a hand full of them and pulls me along with him, because this smart ass decided to bound my hands separately.

"Can you just let me-"

"Do us all a favor and shut up." He snaps, cutting me off.

I scoff at him, which he doesn't take well. He pull my pistol out and shoves it up against my head, "Keep talking and we'll see where you end up-"

I bring my knee up, hitting his groin. He doubles over slightly, giving me enough room to wrap the chain around his head and knock him over. I grab my gun from his hand and press my knee onto his ribcage.

"Frank Castle, you've done some dumb shit, and I mean a lot of dumb shit, but tying up a SHIELD agent, that's one of your dumber ones." I remark while pulling out a small device from my pocket.

I press down on a button and it begins to let out a steady beep which is sending my coordinates to headquarters.

He reaches out to grab it from my hand but I quickly place it into my mouth. But that was only a distraction from him bringing his legs up and pushing me up over him.

My arms twist around and probably dislocated, but I just watch as he unwraps his head.

I quickly click my gun into its holster and I jump back up onto my feet.

Out of the corner of my eye I see the devil straining intensely against his restrains, but only then do I see the gun in his hand, what kind of idiot would give a vigilante a gun?