𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

"Hey, how did I get here?" Carrie asked, rubbing her sore muscles. "I mean, how did I get home?"

"Daredevil took you home," Amy replied casually, taking a sip of her coffee.

Carrie's eyes widened in surprise. "You saw him?!"

Amy nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "In his red suit and all."

Carrie couldn't believe it. She had always admired Daredevil from afar, but to think that he had personally taken her home was beyond anything she could have imagined.

"Did he tell you what happened?" Carrie asked, eager to know more about the events of the previous night.

Amy shook her head. "Just that you got beat pretty bad. He didn't tell me much, but he made it clear that you were in danger."

As they sat down for breakfast, Carrie's mind couldn't help but wander. How did Daredevil know where she lived? It was a question that gnawed at her, filling her with a mix of curiosity and unease.

Amy paused, her gaze meeting Carrie's. There was a flicker of intrigue in her eyes as she spoke. "I'm not sure," she admitted, her voice filled with mystery. "But it seems like Daredevil knows more than he lets on. Perhaps he has his ways of finding out."

Suddenly, a memory flashed in Carrie's mind. She remembered the moment when Daredevil had carried her, his voice filled with reassurance. "Don't worry, Carrie," he had said, his words echoing in her ears.

Carrie gasped, her heart pounding in her chest. "He knows my name," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of awe and disbelief.

Amy nodded, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, Dark Angel," she said, her voice filled with excitement, looking through her phone. "The news has been buzzing about you."

Carrie's heart raced, her mind wandering back to the night Daredevil had saved her. She could still feel the warmth of his arms around her, the sound of his voice soothing her fears. Suddenly, a memory flooded her mind, and she gasped.

"When Daredevil was carrying me," she whispered, her eyes wide with shock.

Amy looked up from her phone. "What about it?"

"He said my name," Carrie replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Your name?" Amy repeated, confused. "What do you mean?"

"He called me Carrie," she explained, still in disbelief. "He knows my real name."

Amy's eyes widened in surprise. "How could he know that?"

"I don't know," Carrie admitted, shaking her head. "I never told him."

Amy frowned. "That's creepy. First, you have Charlie, and now Daredevil knows your name?"

Carrie couldn't deny the unease that settled in her stomach at the thought. But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort knowing that Daredevil knew who she really was. It was as if he had seen through her mask and into her soul.

"I don't think he's a stalker like Charlie," she said finally, her voice firm. "He saved my life, Amy. And he knew my name because he cared enough to find out."

Amy rolled her eyes. "You and your superhero fantasies. Just be careful, okay? You never know who's watching."

Carrie nodded, knowing that her friend was right. But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that Daredevil was different. He was more than just a hero in a mask. He was someone who saw her for who she truly was, and that was a rare and precious thing.