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It was funny, really. Ray was about to die, but the only thing he was only worrying about was Sami’s and Seema’s safety. Of course he did, since he loved them, but that wasn’t the point. The fact that he didn’t actually love Seema anymore but he sure as hell didn’t want his son to lose his mother wasn’t the point, either. The point was that he’d always thought he’d die of the lung cancer that ran in his family, which was pretty ambitious for an FBI agent, or at least on duty, not in his home in a gun fight with his family to worry about. He never wanted them to get involved but you can’t always get what you want, right? He knew Fisk wanted him dead and his kid and wife had nothing to do with Ray having stopped Dex from killing Karen, but Sami and Seema were witnesses and therefore would have to be finished off.
Anyways, here he was, sitting in his stairwell, no bullets left, waiting for the next guy obviously sent by Fisk to come and finish him off.
That didn’t happen, though.
The real Daredevil was in his living room beating up the mercenaries. He was wearing black clothes, some sort of ropes around his hands and a black cloth over his upper face and shit did he have a nice body. Seeing what a small guy like that could do with it almost made him shiver.
“This is not the time or the place, get yourself together,” he screamed at himself, not out loud, of course. True enough, his family was just upstairs fearing for their lives and Daredevil was a stranger whose name he didn’t even know even though they’d “met” before.
Well.
Now the bastard had let one of the mercs get behind him, pointing a gun at his head, and Ray’d have to somehow save Daredevil’s ass without any bullets left in his gun instead of admiring it.
Now the Devil was turning around, and Ray got the first good look of him today. Why was he so calm? First of all, it was irritatingly hot and second, THERE WAS A FUCKING MERCENARY POINTING A GUN AT HIM.
Oh. it wasn’t loaded. Good thing that, because Ray would have been really fucking late to save him. And now he was smirking. That was even hotter and more irritating.
Ray quickly hit the merc in the head with the back of his gun hoping Daredevil didn’t know it was empty, immediately pointing it at the Devil again because hey, even though the man was hot and had saved his arse there was no knowing what he wanted after Ray had betrayed him. He slowly raised his hands in surrender, and Ray was totally not thinking about how he could beat Ray in a couple of seconds even when he was the one with the gun and getting even more turned on.
“Obviously I’m here to help you,” he said calmly.
“I sold you out to Fisk,” Ray replied nervously.
“I know you didn’t want to,” came the whispered answer.
“But I did. So maybe you’re here because you wanna be the one that kills me before Fisk gets around to it.” Ray knew the allegations were ridiculous but he was kind of shaken from a dozen mercs coming to his house trying to murder him and then the goddamn Daredevil beat them up.
The Devil decided to ignore the allegations and asked Ray to trust him to get his family safe.
“I can’t trust anybody.”
“Well I trust you. You saved Karen Page’s life tonight.”
And holy fuck , the man was pulling off his mask, revealing a fucking beautiful Matt Murdock.
“So I owe you one.”
At this point Ray’s brains had gone completely blank, staring at the man before him. He didn’t even notice what he was doing when he lowered his gun and absent mindedly whispered “Wow."
Ray only realized he'd said it out loud when Murdock snorted and blushed.
“I mean, oh fuck, it’s just that, shit, sorry, I didn’t mean it,” Ray panicked.
The man before him just smirked.