This is my first Fanfic I've ever posted, still not sure if this was a good idea, but oh well. I just started this story for my own entertainment a few years ago, and grew into an over 100k character mess as I kept adding to it.

It takes place a couple years after the 3rd season of the Netflix show ended, but Matt's life turned out a little different than in the TV show. In my story, he managed to keep his secret from his friends, trying to push them away same as in the show, but they hang on to him, and eventually reopened their law firm as Nelson, Murdock and Page, and working together since.

Anna never liked big cities. So many streets and buildings, cars everywhere trying to rush to their destination but always stuck in the traffic jam. Impatient people honking at each other, like that would make the line of cars move any faster. Subway stations filled with that unique smell of homeless people and urine. Big cities are crowded, dirty and loud, not to mention that smell on the streets coming from the trash scattered around. You can barely see any trees, they used every inch to build something there, so dense. People hurry everywhere, ignoring each other as much as possible. Most of the time they don't even know their neighbors. Now that is the exact reason what brought her here. To blend in, being invisible and unnoticeable. Anna always lived in smaller towns, and she never wanted to move to a bigger city. But here she is, living in New York for 3 years now. Maybe that's an overstatement, because she's not really living - she thought - maybe existing, forced here by the circumstances. But still alive, and that's what matters.

She looked out the window of her one bedroom apartment, watching the quiet night in Hell's Kitchen. Well, quiet as it can be. Her place was in a building almost ready to tear down, the plasters were falling from parts of the ceiling, doors were begging for a new paint job, windows almost impossible to close smoothly, not to mention locking them. At least the utilities were working, if someone had the money to pay the bills. But at least the rent was cheap, and that's all she can afford now. Until she pays off all the debts, this has to do it. After all she went through since she was a kid and got taken away from the orphanage, she thought here where they can't find her she will be safe. Her whole life was based on running, and staying away from those people. Staying invisible in New York supposed to be easy. Of course trouble found her here as well, and she ended up in another mess. She checked her phone, it was almost time to leave for her nighttime job. She sighed and slowly shook her head, grabbed her jacket and a black old backpack, and started walking down the stairs to the relatively empty street. It was early summer, so the night was kinda pleasant with gentle breeze, but it will cool down later at night. She tied her long dark blonde hair in a ponytail while walking down towards 10th Avenue. Didn't take too long, she always was a fast walker. She checked the time again, making sure she's not late, and patiently waited at the corner.

Just five minutes after 11pm a car finally pulled over to the curb and a skinny man with all tattooed arm reached a paper bag out through the passenger window. Anna walked up to it and grabbed it from him without any words. He directed her in a Russian accent.

"This all need to be sold tonight, so don't waste your time much. Boss wants to see you with the money afterwards."

Anna weighed the bag in her hands, it was heavier than usual. She sighed, and shoved it in her backpack. This is going to be a long night. The car left, and she started walking toward the next meeting point, thanking herself for wearing her tennis shoes. She walked as always, looking at the shadows and possible hiding spots for thugs to hung out waiting for someone to rob or rape, or both. She was always aware of her surroundings, ready to defend herself if needed. There were multiple times when this skill of hers saved her, so she never let her guards down. She wasn't strongly built, more skinny and lightweight, but she knew which part of a body to hit to cause pain and was fast and she could fight. She learned it from Tom at the orphanage when they were teenagers. He was her friend, and a couple years older than her. His parents died in an accident and without any relatives, he ended up in the orphanage and stayed until he turned 18. Tom learned martial arts since he was little, and was happy to show this passion of his to Anna, who loved learning from him. After what happened her a couple years younger, she was sure she needs to be able to defend herself. She never ever want to feel defenseless, never want to be taken away by those people again. Now, that she thinks about it, this skill she got is more useful for her than a lot of other subjects they had to learn in school. Who thought?

Finally arrived in the alley where she noticed the guy she's meeting with immediately. He was pacing impatiently in small circles, crunching his hands in frustration.

"I thought you never show up! Where is my stuff?"

"Relax, I'm not even late. I said 11:30pm, it's only 28." Anna replied calmly "Do you have the money?"

The guy reached his hand out with rolled up bills. "Here."

Anna quickly counted it, then handed him the drugs. "You know this isn't good for you, right?"

"Who cares?" He grabbed it and quickly turned and rushed to the street.

She put the money strategically to the front pocket of her jeans - harder for someone to steal it -, and pulled out a list checking the next time and location. Not that far luckily.

There were 12 rows on the paper, and it was almost 4am when she finally arrived at the last spot, just a few blocks from the boss's office.

She liked switching up the locations where she made her sales, no predictability and harder to catch or track her. She yawned and checked her phone for the time. Just before she was about to dial the guy why is he so late she saw headlights approaching from the distance. Anna slid her phone back to her jacket and watched as a fairly new car stopped in front of her on the gravel path, blinding her with its lights. She had no clue who is coming with this car, but sensed no good. "Shit, I really don't want to fight this early in the morning ..." she clenched her fists and lowered her now empty backpack next to her ankle. The passenger door opened slowly, so she checked where she could possibly hide in case the person starts shooting at her. Slowly stepped to the side, a bit closer to the trash container. Finally a big guy climbed out from the vehicle, breathing heavily. Anna raised her eyebrows as she recognized her buyer.

"Sorry I'm late, had to hitchhike to get here, you picked an oddly distant location." He was motioning with his left hand for her to come closer, while keeping his right arm across his body.

"What did you do Robbie?"

"Oh, I won't do anything bad to him I promise, he just needs to drive me back and I will let him go. Now come here and give it to me."

As Anna slowly walked closer she noticed his other hand indeed holding a gun, but it's pointed to the driver.

"Seriously? Just so you can get your drugs? Why didn't just call a cab?"

"This is cheaper and more fun!"

"Fun?" Anna was trying hard to stay calm, she hated seeing people taking advantage of others, using them, threatening them. Robbie was an idiot. "Do you want to see real fun?" Ugh, she shouldn't do this, she promised she stay out of things like this, stay hidden and invisible as much as possible. But who knows if Robbie is really gonna let go of this man? He saw his face, he can report it to the police.

"Oh yes, yes, show me my fun stuff!"

"Don't you forget something first?" Anna asked while walked up right next to Robbie, carefully checking on the driver. He was shaking in shock, his eyes glued to the windshield. She thanked the darkness for hiding her some from the driver in case he turns toward their direction. She doesn't need anyone to identify her after this.

"Oh that's right, the money." He started searching in his inner pockets. This little distraction is all Anna needed. She jumped in front of the guy in lightning speed, pushing his arm with the gun up to the sky, so it won't fire at the driver accidentally, while sending a big punch simultaneously with her left hand to his throat. She used the boney part of her thumb, formed by holding the hand out like stop traffic, tucking the thumb against the edge of the palm so that the knuckle is underneath the index finger to deliver the strike as Tom showed her. He called this hand pose as a "Bushiken" and it can collapse someone's Adam's apple if you hit it with this coiled thumb position hard enough. He stumbled back coughing and moving both of his hands to his throat. Shit, he didn't drop the gun, Anna thought. So before he could recover and breathe, she closed the distance and jumped on his arm holding the gun, securing it to her body with her own arms around it so he can't aim at her and using her momentum to meet his groin with her lifted knee. He bent over more in pain, which made it easier for her to deliver a couple punches to his nose, then twisting the gun out of his hand. She ran the barrel while stepping a few steps backwards toward the open car door.

"Drive home! Now!" She shouted to the frozen driver and slammed the passenger door. He woke up from his shock and drove off tires spinning and splashing the gravel at the two.

Anna emptied the gun and dropped the magazine toward the dumpster while cleaning off her fingerprints from the gun itself. She stepped closer to Robbie, who was on the ground crunching his groin and nose, and reached into his pocket for the money. She counted the amount she needed, and threw the rest back at his body with the drugs and the empty gun. She needed this money to finish her night.

She pulled her phone out to call a cab for Robbie. "Now the deal is done, and you have plenty left to pay for your cab ride back home. Hope not to see you ever again."

"Bitch!" He yelled at her, but she just shrugged. He would deserve another kick, but isn't worth the effort.

She picked up her backpack from the ground and walked to the boss's office. "Shit, why it couldn't be just an easy boring night?"

The boss was already standing on the front porch. He growled at her with thick Russian accent when he saw her.

"You're late."

"Sorry, Robbie hold me up." Answering while handing the money to him. "So, you think I paid off half of the debt now?"

The boss, who was a bleached blonde tall guy with the love for piercings laughed up hard. "Half? You think? Maybe a tenth!"

"I've been doing this for two years. My dad didn't owe you that much!"

"He owed me as much as I say. He's not in the condition now to ask him, right? So, you have to take my word for it. You paid one tenth of his debt. Smile! We have many happy years to come together, and you're doing a great job here. I don't have to worry you using the drugs, or don't show up because you're high. So, be happy, here, keep this 20 for tonight."

Anna got lightheaded, this is never gonna end, there's no way out. She could run away, but her dad's sick, she can't take him. Sometimes she thinks he doesn't deserve what she's doing for him, not after what he did to her when she was little, and obviously he never cared about her. But he's the only relative she has.

She looked down at her toes and took the bill from him. She felt ashamed, but really needed every single penny, and this wasn't the time to be proud. She only looked up when heard the door shot closed behind the boss.

Anna turned around to walk home. Her mind was racing, she was contemplating possible options what to do, how to end this, but nothing useful came in her mind. She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings this time, but hey, she already had her share of fight for tonight, what are the chances to get into another bad situation again this soon. Oh, in Hell's Kitchen? Possibly 90% this time around.

She was just one block from her apartment deep in her thoughts when a quiet groan startled her. She froze on her track, suddenly wide awake looking around herself. There was an alley on her left where the sound came from. It sounded like someone is in deep pain. No, maybe just her mind playing games with her. She's exhausted, and her thoughts were all over the place, possibly she just imagined it. Plus, she should really really stay away from situations like this. And dark alley ways. Especially if both are involved. Then she heard it again.

"Shit, why these things keep finding me... and I'm saying the word shit way too often. And... now I'm talking to myself. Just great."

She walked a little closer and waited for her eyes to adjust the darkness of the alley. She picked out the shape of a dumpster next to the wall, a few car tires piled up by the other wall leaving a very narrow passage through. She sighed and took a few more steps.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

When no answer came she slowly moved forward until kicked into something felt like boots. Most likely just a homeless sleeping here, but that groan really sounded painful. She fished out her phone for the flashlight, expecting to wake up a pissed homeless person, probably sleeping under his cardboard box shelter. But the light first hit blood. A lot of blood on the concrete. She traced it to the legs of a man laying between two dumpsters. Her heart started racing, and immediately swing into action. This man is dying, that's way too much blood to loose. She grabbed his two feet and with all her strengths gave him a big pull. When he was finally out from the gap, she saw even more blood. The man was wearing all black, cargo pants and tight long sleeve shirt, black gloves and a black mask was covering half of his face.

"Daredevil..." Anna recognized the vigilante immediately. Everyone knew him in Hell's Kitchen, saving innocent people for years, breaking the bones of the bad ones. The latter wished never meet the Devil, but others were hopeful to get a glimpse of him, just see him once in their lives. He had quite the reputation, and most people adored him like a celebrity. But truly nobody knew who this mystery guy is. Anna sometimes thought he doesn't even exist, just made up by desperate people, and photoshopped on security camera footages. The way he fights and jumps was just so surreal, like a ninja. But here he was unmistakably in front of her, unconscious on the ground, dying.

He's bleeding from different places, mostly from his torso, multiple cuts, maybe even a bullet wound. He's not gonna make it unless she helps him the only way possible. Using her powers, her ability, the thing she was running from. But that doesn't matter now, if those people find her again she will deal with them later. Now she needs to save this man. But not here, she can't risk it here on the street. It's less than one block to her apartment, she can do it. She reached under his armpits and lifted him a little, put her jacket underneath and tied the jacket's arms around him. This way they won't leave a trail of blood, and it applies some pressure on his wounds. Dang, he was heavy. She peaked out to the sidewalk seeing not even a soul. So took a deep breath, put her arms under his arms and started pulling him as fast as she can, taking multiple breaks. "Sorry!" She was apologizing at every stair step she took, up to her floor. Thankfully she lived on the second floor. By the time they reached her apartment she was out of breath. She dropped him on the carpet in her living room, waited a minute for her breathing to calm down, then checked his pulse.

"Please don't die now that I dragged you up here."

It was a very weak, but steady beat. She relieved, he's still alive. After untying her jacket from his wound, she put one of her palm to the deepest cut on his abdomen, and the other on the bullet wound near his collarbone and closed her eyes. She was glad he's unconscious, at least she doesn't have to explain him what she's doing and how. She focused on his breathing and heartbeat through her hands. It was easy to connect with him since he was unconscious, without any protective mental barriers, but it was a different experience than anything before. All of a sudden everything got louder, she had to force herself not to remove her hands from his body to cover her ears from the loud noises. She heard her neighbors arguing like they were in this same room, a taxi driver talking to his customer, some weird warehouse sounds while there were no warehouses nearby, and she could hear the ocean waves. Her stomach twisted as she smelled the copper of blood so intense she never smelled it before, followed by all sorts of mixed smells, like freshly baked bread while there was no bakery on this street, the salt of the ocean and her own body wash, all amplified. Ok, she needs to focus, otherwise she's gonna throw up. Finally she felt the wounds on her own body, the cuts hurt, they were deep, and the bullet wound burned her skin. She squeezed her teeth together to quiet a painful yelp, pulling all his pain into her own body, then everything started feeling better slowly. She felt the wounds closing to the point where they were barely scars on the skin. She felt sleepy, tired and empty, this took out a lot from her. She opened her eyes for a second to remove her hands and push herself back against the couch. She was too tired to climb up on it, so just put her head down on the carpet, next to him.

She woke up at somebody's touching her arm. Opened her eyes slowly, everything was so foggy. Where was she? Why does her back hurts? And her stomach, and her collarbone? Her alarm bell startled her and sat up eyes wide. "You're awake!"

"Where am I? And who are you?" He asked.

"Calm down." She lifted her hands out in front of her in a protective manner. "You're in my apartment, safe, on my floor, sorry for the lack of designs and old carpet. I'm Anna, the lucky girl who pulled you out from the gap between the dumpsters and dragged your heavy self up here."

"You didn't remove my mask." He stated the obvious while his hand tracing the black fabric.

"I was busy saving your life. Plus, you have it on for a reason, and it's not my business who you are really. I recognized you, you are the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, so figured you don't want ambulance. Plus I'm not sure they would have gotten here in time to save you."

He tilted his head, then nodded and tried to stand up but failing.

"Oh, you will feel a little dizzy for a few minutes, better if you don't move much."

He touched his abdomen, feeling the torn shirt, and the scarred tissue underneath. "How long I've been here?"

"Only a couple hours."

He tilted his head again in a unique way, like listening to something, then moved his hand to his collarbone, mouth parting slightly in disbelief. "My cuts are healed, I must be here for much much longer."

Anna massaged her forehead, she hated this headache and wasn't a big fan of the idea of sharing details about her abilities.

"Check the date on your phone if you don't believe me. I'm thirsty. You should drink some water too." She pulled herself up with the help of the couch and walked to her kitchen to pour two glasses of water.

She walked back to him and handed a glass over. "Thank you." He said and drank it all. "And thank you for saving my life, Anna."

"I know what you do, help people. At least I could help a little too." she shrugged. It was bright light now, and she could see his features better. He looked strong, fit, and average height. Exactly the same body type she saw on those security camera videos on YouTube. Actually perfect built, her favorite type. She never liked big bulky men, neither skinny weak ones. Some fresh facial hair starting to grow on his jaw, and his mouth was... stop it, Anna. She shook her head and realized she was staring at him. This is awkward, don't be awkward please. But it's not every day you meet Daredevil in flesh.

"I can heal people." She said shortly, since he was still waiting for an explanation, and took the empty glass from him. "So I healed you, because you really needed help. It's permanent, no magic or anything like that. You will be good and can go on with your life. There are still a few smaller cuts as much as I can tell, but I didn't have the time to focus on those. Those are not life threatening, but I can help cleaning them if you need help." Nice job being not awkward, she punched her own face mentally.

He sat there frozen, head tilted again. For a second she thought maybe he's in shock, or fell asleep while sitting, but then finally his lips started moving. "Thank you, but I already took too much of your time. I can take care of those later." He slowly stood up, testing his legs and balance. After he made sure he's not dizzy anymore, he said another thank you, and walked toward her window. Anna looked at him brows raised. Where is he going? He opened her window and just like that jumped out. She covered her mouth and ran up to it to realize there's the fire escape there. She looked up seeing him jumping up from one story to another with ease until disappearing on the rooftop.

"Great work, Anna, you scared off another guy with your weirdness." A very hot guy, she added in her thoughts.

She started her coffee machine and while it was brewing the weird smelling dark liquid she jumped into her shower just for 2 minutes. There was still dried blood on her hands, and on her cheek. Daredevil's blood.

She made a face while drinking the so called coffee, which tasted as bad as it smelled. But at least there was caffeine in it, and she needed to be awake for her daytime job, which by the way starts in an hour. Her stomach growled, but her fridge was completely empty. She found a slice of bread in the bag, so stuffed it quickly in her moth. Put on her work clothes, which were a knee long black skirt and a long sleeve white shirt with green vertical stripes. Finished her look with her usual sneakers and headed out from her building.

She saw the real Daredevil. He is real, and alive. Finally she was able to smile.