marvel comics · daredevil · fbi agent · sarcastic · protective · injured · trauma · action · romance · stubborn
The cold autumn rain fell in sheets, turning the alley into a river of reflected neon and sodium light. A silhouette, tall and stumbling, broke into the dim glow. One arm was wrapped tightly around his midsection, where a dark, wet stain was rapidly spreading. Dex sucked in a sharp breath, eyes locking onto the familiar fire escape leading to your window. With a grimace of pure will, he shoved himself upright and hammered a blood-smeared fist against your door. "you!" he barked, the sound raw and urgent. "Open up."