Here he thought Fisk was the worst of his problems.

RT @FELlNETHEFT: @ByHisTailsEnd @GODNAMDSPARKLES @vuIturis @B_RZRKR @SSNlKT @AndWithoutFear @crimeskingpin @StavesAndCorgis ⠀.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a silent….

Imma try to get some replies out tn then we’ll work on another open starter. //.

✟ ⠀ ⠀A non reciprocal Matt trudges away passing his loft. “I’m fine,” Murdock claimed through grinding teeth. Marching into his kitchen quarters, he grabs a cold bag of peas, placing it against his hurt shoulder. “Looks like that was a bust, the Russians weren’t there.”.

RT @thecomicdevil: I can’t wait for Chip’s Captain America run man, it’s going to be generational

A little Munday. Old photo since I look like shit right now. //

RT @TinglingSensess: 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟗. 𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴 𝘖𝘴𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯. 𝘼 #𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑….

RT @hergoldmask:

✟ ⠀ ⠀ “He let you inside the building? What’s the relationship here?” Employer maybe? The victim wasn’t lacking in the way of money. Hardy also had a way with upsetting her contractors. Her history was rather colorful.

✟ ⠀ ⠀ This late into the game, he hoped Felicia understood that Matthew did not share Parker’s inclinations towards her. History aside. His body read more as threatening than anything else.

✟ ⠀ ⠀ Small crunches under his heels. He shatters what’s left of the glass beneath his boots. “I have no doubt you 𝙥𝙪𝙩 yourself in this situation … now a man’s dead… why?” Perhaps she’d been more accustomed to his more spontaneous half.

✟ ⠀ ⠀Were her options truly limited to murder? Doubtful, but regardless that’s what she believed. With that he gets into an interrogative position. Slowly, he marches towards her. Thumbs gripping his fingers closed into his palms.

✟ ⠀ ⠀Matt 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 over at her, whatever is equivalent to him ( looking ) anyway. Facing her, Murdock can’t help other than to snarl. “ 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. ” he murmurs under his breath.

✟ ⠀ ⠀In his minds eye he traces the outline of a woman. Average height, slender build. The drum of her heart was harnessed by her body. It let him estimate the volume of her figure. His radar was rarely ever wrong.

✟ ⠀ ⠀The devil doesn’t barter with sinners, but the tick in her heart told him she wasn’t lying. Not a skip in ears view. A heart as steady as a surgeon or as steady as one can be in a situation like this.

✟ ⠀ ⠀A fragrance he’d come to remember. There was a line between them and on the other end he’d been expecting some flirty crack of banter she’d come to be associated with. Instead there was tension growing in her throat. That lump she couldn’t get out.

“Tch…. crude. ”

“Someone’s in a mood.”