daredevilawyer | The Sound and the Fury

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The Sound and the Fury

He knew this day would come.

The day he and the Kingpin stood toe to toe for control of this city. However, he had envisioned it a little differently. He wouldn't have been the one caught and tied up. He hadn't gone quietly, as ten of the Kingpin's 'best' men would attest to, currently nursing broken bones and sore spots.

Things were not looking good for Daredevil. The Kingpin was flying high, so pleased with himself for having captured the vigilante. The fly in the ointment was what he called him. That tune changed when his goons unmasked him for all of them to see.

They had been beaten by a blind man.

Fisk seethed in anger against not only Daredevil but his own men for being 'plebians who couldn't kill a rat if they had to.' He'd then ordered trussed up Daredevil taken away to a secret room in his tower. One that hardly anyone knew about. This one was soundproof.

How many days ago that was, Matt couldn't say. He had managed to slip his ropes time and time again but it made no difference. The room was wired for sound, speakers on every wall. The noise that piped into the room was loud enough for someone with normal hearing. It was excruciating for Matt's super senses, every second he was in there. The sound echoing back and forth in the room, he couldn't get his bearings. Down was up, up was down. He crawled along the floor at times, trying to find a way out. But there was no way out. Time blurred together into one long session of pain and torture. All of it on video for the Kingpin to enjoy breaking the Man without Fear.

He had passed out many a time, ears bleeding, only to wake up to a henchman slapping his face to wake him up and set his chair upright again. And the noise would start again. It had gotten to the point where he couldn't think anymore. Hoping beyond hope that it would all end one way or another.

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"Up," Daredevil said.

The direction of a lunatic, surely. But the bad guys would expect them to go down, if the noise below them was any indication. They'd need to go up one level and circle around.

They were getting low on weapons too. Time to improvise. One of the doors they pass says 'Armory'. Locked of course, but that wouldn't be a problem, right?

"Up? If you recall, we're trying to escape. Alive." Snart questioned and hesitated just long enough to look over to the man he was carrying. He sighed and turned sharply, heading back up. "If you're wrong about this, we're as good as dead." He reminded. Going up was a little harder than down, but he still made decent time, leaning around a corner warily.

"Where to?" His eyes swept the hall, spotting the armory. He fidgeted momentarily. "Hold that thought." Snart slipped out from under Daredevil's, settling him to the ground and tried the handle. Locked, of course. Good thing he's a thief. Cold slipped the lock pick kit out of his pocket and in seconds, had the door open. He retrieved Matt and slipped into the armory with him.

Matt did his best to keep his feet moving up the stairs but it was hard on him. His head still ached and now and again his balance was knocked sideways as his ears hadn't completely recovered yet. It was almost relief when he was set down against the wall, sliding down to sit. If he could just sit for a moment...

Nope. He's pulled into a small room that smells sharply of gun oil and factory made steel. Matt found a metal shelf to hang onto as he tried to get his bearings. "...where are we?" he asks with a cough.

There's rows and rows of guns, explosive devices, crossbows, knives, clips, parachutes...a criminal's candy store.

"Catch your breath. I've got an idea." He really was a kid in a candy store--or, this would've been his candy store before he happened across his Cold Gun. Not that he couldn't indulge the thief itching to lift a few expensive looking weapons. Plus, indulging in that aspect of himself would only have a negative effect on the criminals of Hell's Kitchen, so was it really bad?

Leonard sifted through a few things and spotted a few very useful toys. Amidst the explosives, he knocked over a bag. He picked up the parachute, eyeing it carefully. He ran his fingers along the seams and the rip cord. They were far too low to the ground to use it at this level, but the penthouse would be right at the threshold. "We're in his armoury and I have a plan. We're going to the top and we're going to jump. But we're also going to leave him a parting gift. And, if we make it out of this alive, Fisk is going to be one angry crime lord."

"That I don't doubt...he's pretty upset already," Matt said with a sigh, resting seated with his back to the wall. They had confiscated his own weapons when he was captured, he likely wasn't going to see those again. The Kingpin probably had them in some kind of display case somewhere.

He seems nonplussed at the idea of jumping off such a high tower. He hadn't ever made it to the top of Fisk tower mostly because of the security up there. But now security was all out looking for them throughout the building. "....lot of stairs." Matt would do his best but it was something that had to be said. They couldn't get in the elevator because of the remote control that Fisk had over them, not to mention the cameras.

Leo was hastily inspecting different weapons and collecting useful items here and there as he listened. He paused, voice dark and cold. "Yeah, he's not the only one." Leonard was sufficiently enraged as well, but he showed it in a relatively calm and calculating way. Fisk captured and tortured someone he respected and that didn't fly in Len's book. At all.

"That's fine. I'll shoulder your weight. Just try not to squirm, or we'll both pull a Humpty Dumpty." He found a well balanced eskirma staff, twirled it, then pressed it into Matt's hand. "I don't expect you'll be fighting, but I'd still feel better if you were armed."

The sound of the spinning staff was a welcome sound, a bright arc of sound to his senses. It seemed like ages since he had heard anything that encouraging. He held the staff as best as he could before giving it an experimental spin. It was weighted well but his hands were shaky.

Maybe him fighting would be plan B. Or C. It was difficult to tell which plan they were on at this point. "I don't mind telling you, I'd feel better about it if I could do any damage."

For now, they'd put it at plan F. "Hopefully it won't come to that." He began setting up the first part of his plan. Matt would hear the sound of a cord being unwound and the stripping of plastic, among other telltale shuffling sounds as Leonard set up the first set of explosives.

"I'm taking a page out of my partner's book. He's fond of making noise. If all goes according to plan, Kingpin will be too busy putting out fires to come after us."

Matt will just keep his wounded eardrums open since he's no good for anything except lookout at the moment. He pinched the bridge of his nose at the headache he still had. "How did you know I was here?" he finally asked. Nobody else knew where to look for him.

"I'm a criminal, remember?" Snart mumbled almost as if he didn't believe it anymore. "I stopped by your apartment and you weren't there. Asked around and no one had seen you, so I started hanging out with the criminal crowd. It took longer than I'd like, but someone mentioned the Kingpin caught the devil, and that was all I needed. Would've been here sooner, except it seems like he'said been keeping a vow of silence."

Snart finished wiring the explosives to the remote detonator and gave the room another sweep.

A bitter smile ghosted over his face. "Probably making sure he had me dead to rights." Last time, he ended up very embarrassed by announcing Daredevil dead to the major crime bosses.

Just in time for Daredevil to bust up their party.

He slowly worked his way up the wall to his feet. Determined to keep going till they were out of this building. "How much longer?" he asked, holding to a nearby shelf to stay upright. Using the staff for a cane.

"We're ready." Len shouldered the packed parachute and checked the clip of a hand gun before lifting a duffel bag. "I'm gonna hear another of Rip's lectures after this. But he can shove it."

"Actually, the timeline seems to be undisturbed by your actions. Mr. Murdock was meant to survive."

Gideon's voice in his ear made him jump. "Eavesdropping isn't polite, you know." He moved across the room to crack the door open and glance out. The hallway was still clear. "Time to go." He was back at Matt's side. "By the way, I left you a new first aid kit. Looks like we're gonna need it when we get you out."

He flinched and tensed at the sudden voice from Snart's ear. But the familiar computer's voice was not an enemy. Meant to survive? Matt had a hard time picturing that happening without help somehow. Who was he to question the talking computer?

He took a step and nearly crumpled again, grateful for Snart's help at his side. "Good...idea..." Or maybe more than one first aid kit would be needed in this case. They had to escape first. His ears agreed with the coast being clear but it wouldn't be that way for long.

"Stairs are left...then right."

Cold caught him when he staggered, pulling his arm back over his shoulder. "Easy." He pulled the door shut behind them and started down the hall, following Matt's instructions. He kept the Cold Gun ready, the small break giving it a chance to regain a full charge. The gun was only in danger of giving out if it was used extensively. However, he expected with Fisk's constant locking of automated doors, he might find himself right back in the same boat again. Which was why he'd brought back-up weapons. How long had it been since he'd used a real gun? Not counting the revolver back in the old West.

When they hit the stairs, he kept a tighter hold on Murdock to take all of his weight and only stopped when they reached the top of that level. He rifled through the duffel bag and found what he was looking for. "Cover your ears." As soon as Mat complied, Snart triggered the explosives in the armoury, holding tight to a railing. The force of the explosion shook the entire foundation, but the building was large enough that just one disturbed level wouldn't take the entire place down. The floor directly above the armoury, however, might need some remodeling.

"Mr. Snart, be advised that there is a less than 24% probability that you will survive your intended jump with the additional weight of Mr. Murdock." The voice chimed in in his ear again. He worked his jaw, but didn't respond. He put a hand on the stairwell door, ready to dart into the hall for another jaunt. "I have another present to plant. After this, I'm making a beeline for the Penthouse where we'll leave one more present before we hit the roof. You ready?"

Matt did as instructed, still wincing when the explosives went off. Thankfully, it was of short duration. He takes his hands down in time to hear what the computer is saying to Leonard. That certainly put a damper on their escape.

"How accurate is that Gideon?" he asks as he steels himself for moving again. He was staving off exhaustion with adrenaline and sheer will to not give up.

"...ready."

The sigh that slips out was a bit agitated. So, yes, Matt could hear her too. Of course he could, with that keen hearing.

"Not as accurate as she'd like, predicting odds off personality traits. But right now, it's just math. But I've got a plan, so it doesn't matter." That was a partial truth. He did have a plan. It just didn't involve both of them getting out of this. He came to get Matt out, and he'd be damned if he failed.

"Then, let's go." He readjusted Matt against him and continued into the hallway. He remembered seeing a server room in his search. That was his next target for the explosives.

"Is this Kingpin human? He'll die like any of us, right?"

He wasn't telling him something. Hiding something. Unfortunately, now wasn't the time for 20 questions.

"Yes," he wheezed, still moving as fast as he could manage. "If you count being rich and evil 'human' enough."

"Oh no, I am not like you," Fisk's voice came through the speakers in the hallway. "I can assure you, whatever he is paying you, Mr. Snart, I can triple it."

Matt set his jaw, hating that voice that seemed to chase them through the corridors. Of course, the Kingpin was watching them on his video feed. He took out one camera with the staff in his hand as they went past.

"Unfortunately, that still counts as human." His father was a corrupt cop who beat his kids and treated everyone like trash. But he still died when shot in the heart with the Cold Gun. He was betting Fisk would too.

Cold tensed when he heard that voice over the intercom. Even more reason to not vocalise his plans of target locations.

"I don't doubt that." He replied to the disembodied voice bitterly. "But you seem to have me confused with a mercenary. See, I just take pleasure in depriving rich assholes of their valuables." He pulled Matt to a stop when he reached the server room. No time for picking locks. He froze the door and kicked it in, helped Matt to the ground, then hastily set the explosives.

"Fine. You have just signed your own death warrant. You and your friend."

The noise started again through the speakers. Not as potent as it was in the sound proof room but it was plenty to put Matt on his knees again, grabbing his ears in pain. Not this again, all he wanted was for it to stop.

His henchmen were closing in on their position, Kingpin banking on Matt being incapacitated enough to slow them down to be caught. It was so hard to get good help these days.

"Pretty sure you already had us on the 'to kill' list, unless of course those goons of yours were just looking for hugs. In which case, sorry, I don't do hugs." Leonard grizzled back, but as soon as that noise started playing, he knew they were in deep. Not that they weren't already in deep. "Shit!"

Cold really had no way of easing Matt's pain, but he did give in and hoist Daredevil onto his shoulder. He steadied his balance and ground his teeth. He wasn't Mick. He didn't have the same upper body strength that his hotheaded partner did, but adrenaline was a beautiful thing in desperate situations. It helped push the body's limits. It was time to go. Now.

He began moving as quickly as possible with the man over his shoulder. He was now out of his radar detector, but he was still a world-class thief and that involved getting out before getting caught. Ideally, he wouldn't be spotted to begin with, but when is his world ever ideal? He missed Central City and just robbing the rich blind without a care in the world.

The stairs were brutal on him with the added heft, but it didn't stop him, even if it did slow him immensely. "I'm coming for you, you twisted bastard." He seethed icily.

Matt struggled to find his balance again, to fight against the noise overwhelming his senses but he could do nothing about it. The world spun around him in painful circles as he tried to keep his ears covered.

There's less conversation from the Kingpin as they get closer to the penthouse suite. Perhaps he realized Captain Cold was genuine in his ire against him, and so far nobody had been able to stop him. When they finally reach the top, a grinding whirring sound of an engine starting up is able to be heard over the noise left over the speakers. The Kingpin was clearing out while he still had an escape route. A hidden helicopter on the roof of his building.

Leonard blew the server room as soon as they reached the penthouse floor. The shock rocked the building again and with the servers, went the noise. With the new quiet, he could hear the rotators of a helicopter revving up. He cursed venomously, but let it go.

He shifted Daredevil off his shoulder and settled him on the ground. He patted a hand against the side of the lawyer's neck gently. "Come back to me, Matt. I need you coherent." He shrugged the duffel bag off his shoulder and pulled the parachute out. He slipped the straps over Daredevil's shoulders, buckling the straps around him and cinching them snug.

Cold cast a glance at the door to the roof. This would be dicey. Especially if, and Fisk seemed the type of man, he told his men not to let Matt and Snart out alive or die trying.

"You're in no condition to fight and I can't carry you through this. Deploy the chute immediately and the secondary should give enough drag to work. I'm gonna go with plan A and fight my way back down. Without him watching, it should be simple enough." That was a lie. He knew he was grossly outnumbered but his odds were better if he wasn't supporting Matt's weight. Even so, his odds were terrible.

He was still alive and made a small noise at trying to be woken up but he didn't really come around till the parachute was being put on him. Opening his eyes with a groan of pain.

"...are we still winning?" he asks tiredly. His ears slowly coming back from the ringing inside them. But when he hears Snart's plan, he wakes up quicker. His hand finding Leonard a wrist to push it back so he would stop putting the parachute on him. "You can't we need to go now. I don't like owing anyone either." He's going to be stubborn on this. The fight with Fisk is his fight. He's not having someone else die other than him because of it.

"When were we winning?" Snart asked with a smirk. But as soon as Matt started to fight him, his expression hardened again. He held firm. Funny, he hated to be touched. He hated anything resembling affection, and that included touches, however platonic or otherwise they may be, and yet he's spent the better part of this mission in constant contact with another human being.

"You're not owing me, I'm repaying you. You helped me save that idiot, Raymond, remember? You also helped me out of a burning warehouse, pinned down by thugs." He insisted and tried to get Matt back on his feet so they could get onto the roof. "Look, I picked this fight knowing the repercussions it might have."

The door behind them was flung open and gunfire started spraying the walls around them. Snart had seconds to throw them both through the door onto the roof and slam it shut. He iced it over with the Cold Gun and glared at it as if daring it to open. Now he was screwed. But he knew he couldn't get Matt to jump without him if that earlier argument was anything to go by. So, he did what he did best, apart from steal.

"Go. I'll climb down the fire escapes." He insisted, as he looked over the edge. Yeah, there were no fire escapes. They were on the top story of a friggen sky scraper for lack of a better definition. It was a blatant lie, but he hoped the man's 'radar' wouldn't tell him that much.

He could hear the guns, each bullet coming at them. Their heartbeats were muffled but he could tell it was more than the two of them could take alone at this point. Maybe if he had been well and whole, he could take them.

Matt pushes himself up to his knees, determined to make a last stand here on the roof. The wind whipping through and threatening to tug them both off the roof. He chuckled despite the circumstance. "You're lying. And I'm not going anywhere." He was injured, no batons, no staff. Just his fists left and he wasn't going down without a fight. Forcing himself to get to his feet as the goons pounded on the door.

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Wasn't sure if you wanted him to run into any resistance or not. <3 I'm loving your Kingpin, also!

no that works fine

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(Rescue will come after your next tag. XD)

Tagging from work woo