Blind Panic
Fandom: Daredevil (Netflix)
Rated: PG
Category: Triple Drabble. Matt POV. Angst.
Season: One.
Spoilers: World on Fire.
Summary: I've long since gotten over blindness. And panic, too, for that matter. But there it is.
Disclaimer: Everything Marvel belongs to the Man. (Not the Mouse.) Excelsior!
Note: dragonfly_sg1 asked for some Daredevil fic. She's had a rough few weeks. Least I could do. Love you, mum!
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Blind panic.
Funny phrase, that.
One I never thought could be literal.
At least not for me. Not in a long time, anyway.
I've long since gotten over blindness. And panic, too, for that matter.
But there it is.
Ironically, it's not fists or feet, but mere words that nearly destroy me.
Her words.
"I just don't think I can let myself fall in love with someone who's so damn close to becoming what he hates."
Suddenly, I'm lying in a street. I'm nine years old and I don't know what's happening.
My heart pounds and the senses that have let me "see" for years abandon me. For a moment, I can't breathe.
Sure, I've heard words like this before, but not from someone who knows who I am. Who knows what I am. Not from someone I could really care about.
So this is different. Her closeness hits me like tidal wave.
And like a drowning man caught in that wave he's not prepared for, I do the only thing I can.
I lash out.
And unlike most, I somehow manage to hit my target.
Guess it's all those years of practice.
Like her, it's not my limbs that do the work, but my words.
"You're right. You shouldn't."
Again with the practice, because those four words work as well as any I've ever uttered in a courtroom.
I know because I hear a sharp intake of breath and suddenly I have room to breathe again too.
Relief pushes out the panic.
Because if she pulls back, they can't hurt her. I can't hurt her.
Well, any more than I already have, anyway.
I'm gone before I can hear any more.
And if I hit a little harder that night, so what?
They deserve it.
And so do I.