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Guardian Devil pt. 2; Matt Murdock x teen reader

Daredevil stepped a bit closer to me opening himself up as I fell against him, clinging like a frightened child as I wept into his red suit. I felt his other arm wrap around me tightly while I let go of his hand in order to wrap my right arm around his waist, joining my left as I clung onto him. His other arm immediately came up and stroked the back of my head.

I then felt my legs finally start to cave in like jelly from my breaking down. Instead of falling straight to my knees, Daredevil gently guided us to the floor where I adjusted my arms from his waist to his neck as I continued to weep, cry, sob, scream, and wail as much as I could.

*Matt's POV*

I knew she had carried this heavy burden but never did I imagine it would break her this much. To any normal person they would just see a crying, hysterical girl but to me......to me her cries were filled with heartbreak and rage that she kept away from us for so long. Each tear that fell onto my suit was like a trickle of rain that soon evolved into a downpour. Even her own heartbeat was beating fast, however it held a brokenness with each thump.

Like when you're hammering a nail into a piece of wood but the nail refuses to go down until finally you create a splint in the wood. That's how (Y/n)'s heartbeat sounded like to me. I squeezed her tighter and closer to me, resting her head over my heart cupping her ear so that all she would hear was my heartbeat.

"Me too kiddo." I whispered so softly that I knew she wouldn't be able to hear me. "Me too." I continued to hold her as long as she needed, gently reassuring her to let it all out and to not hold anything back.

It was okay to cry.

I felt her go limp against me and the faint sound of her sniffling as her hands adjusted their grip around my neck.

"Let's get you home to Nelson and Murdock and Page." I picked her up, cradling her close to me (back when I first met her at 10 years old whenever she'd fall asleep at our office) and walked out of the torture room and through the corridors of unconscious bodies I left behind.

The police would be along soon enough to take care of Kingpin's men and save the hostage, my main concern was getting (Y/n) back home.

After getting back to my apartment, Foggy and Karen were there waiting anxiously for our return. I knocked on the window and I felt my window being opened.

"Oh Matt thank god you found her. Are you both alright?" Karen asked me.

"I'll be fine. Nothing that I hadn't gotten before. (Y/n) on the other hand....." I trailed off. I smelt Foggy's cologne coming closer to me as he now took (Y/n) from my arms and Karen helped me inside. I removed my mask and told them everything that happened while Foggy took (Y/n) to her room to get some sleep. After explaining everything to them I could feel both Karen's and Foggy's heartrate skip in a solemn way.

"Jesus Christ. To-to actually manipulate her into killing a man that he made up to be (M/n)'s killer? That's.....that's fucked up." Foggy spoke, his heart racing in anger.

"He weaponized her. Manipulated her and gaslit her into doing these crimes." Karen said.

"She needs help. Not just from us but professional, psychological help. I know we've been too hesitant at first because we didn't want to force her but now—I don't see any other choice." I said.

"You're right Matt. What I'm worried about if will the cops or worse the man Fisk captured to pin (M/n)'s death on will press any charges against her. Could he ID her at the scene? I don't know what we'll do if we lost another Perry." Karen asked worriedly.

"We'll be there for her. We can defend her if any charges....."

"As much as we want to Foggy, we can't. Her mother was our partner. To the court that would be an instant liability and unbiased opinion of the Defendant. You know that." I said.