A/N: Greetings all! This story is based on the song Organs (hence the title) by Of Monsters and Men. If you are unfamiliar with the song I highly recommend it. This story is set in the Marvel cinematic universe and I don't own the song or Daredevil characters! Enjoy!
Matt was tired. He was tired of fighting. He was tired of the pain and the blood and the constant struggle.
It felt as if he was punching the wind. An effort that yielded zero results and simply left him breathless. His battle as the Devil of Hell's Kitchen felt futile. His nightly excursions weren't yielding any results and worse still, this masquerade of his could have just cost him his best friend.
It wasn't Foggy's fault. He had every reason to be upset, but there had been more than just anger affecting his heart rate that night. There had been an underlying flutter of fear. It was masked by rage and Matt had nearly missed it, but the feeling had been undeniably present. And Matt knew exactly what was instilling fear in his best friend.
Foggy cared about Matt, in a way no one had since his dad's death. And Foggy knew that Matt cared, about his friends and the city. Matt cared too much, maybe he shouldn't have cared as much as he did but he didn't know how.
Matt would die to protect his city, almost did in fact, and that's what Foggy was afraid of.
Matt was sorry, so sorry for all the trouble. Not only with Foggy but everywhere. Half the time he did anything as the Mask it seemed to do more harm than good. And he was tired of feeling sorry, of feeling regret but not ever bringing himself to apologize for it. Because in the end, Matt wasn't sorry for what he was doing. He wouldn't apologize for giving the people of Hell's Kitchen a fighting chance; not when the odds were stacked so highly against them.
Maybe someday Hell's Kitchen wouldn't need him to protect it, but until then Matt would continue to fight, his blood leaving searing hot stains across the city. At night he'd take off his face, pull out his tongue- stark reminders of who he was supposed to be. Reminders of how everything went wrong- saving that man, pushing his dad to win, not telling Foggy everything from the beginning.
When he went out as the Devil, Matt would be sure to leave behind his organs, the things that made him feel human. Because the Devil couldn't afford to be human. But he had to be sure to be careful with his heart, because when he disappeared into the darkness of the Mask it was the only thing that could pull him back.
Perhaps one day he'd muster up enough courage to tell Foggy exactly how much he meant to him. Until then though, he'd leave that one organ alone, allowing the love and warmth he felt for his friend to be a guiding beacon home. Because in the end, Matt didn't want to stay in the dark.
I will be posting another Daredevil story hopefully fairly soon! It will be a compilation of a bunch of college age one-shots, so it will be more light-hearted than this! Thanks for reading, if you enjoyed this then keep an eye out for my next story! Have a wonderful day/night and an even greater life!
~Spring
