Knight In Shining Armor (MattX!RanskahovReader)

WARNING: THIS MATERIAL CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM THE NETFLIX ORIGINAL: DAREDEVIL. IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED THE SHOW, OR GOT PAST EPISODE 5! DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS.





It was a dark and dreary night in Hell's Kitchen, New York. Your young heart was obliterated into millions of shards, and it hurt to breathe because the weight of your dad and uncle's deaths were heavy on your chest. There was pent up rage towards Wilson Fisk, the man who did the honors. You didn't know much about the monstrosity but you heard from one of your Russian comrades the whole story. Anatoly was decapitated...with a car door, and Vladimir, your father, was shot down mercilessly by Fisk's men.


You had revenge plastered on your brain, but you wouldn't dare go against your father's wishes on staying hidden and laying low. Even though your father and you haven't been very close, he was always obsessed about protecting you. Uncle Anatoly was closer to you, and he treated you like the маленькая принцесса (little princess) you were. The nickname was given to you when you were five, and it stuck until they died...just before you turned twenty-one.


Living with your father and uncle was no easy task; you were dropped off by them when you turned thirteen. Your mother suddenly didn't care about you--it was most likely the drugs she took--and she belittled you to the point where you found out where your father was. They had just gone to America after they were stuck in prison for three years. You had to admit, your first impression of your uncle and father were just traumatizing....for a thirteen year-old.... Most of the time, you didn't want to talk about it, but when you looked back, you realized it wasn't the worst thing that you've dealt with.


They taught you things that would keep you alive in Hell's Kitchen...self-defense, gun knowledge, hand-to-hand combat, knife training, etcetera, etcetera. It was tedious and hard work, to say the least, but you couldn't deny it didn't save your life a few times. Like now. The doors were suddenly busted down, and in poured two dozen men. You almost wanted to give up, but no doubt, they were the people sent by the man you most hated......Fisk.


Your startled dark azure gaze scrambled for the weapon nearest to you. A five/seven. Wonderful, but yet, better than nothing... You ran to the table and slid on your knees, you flipped over said table, and grabbed the pistol in the process, clicked off safety, and started firing cautiously. You grinned widely and laughed long and hard; you enjoyed killing the men Fisk sent after you. The question was, how did he find you? But you wouldn't think about that, your first and only thought was getting out alive. Your (h/c) hair suddenly was slick with sweat and you flipped your hair out of your face, and poked your head around the table, only to whip it back behind cover when a bullet whizzed past your scar less face.


The fight seemed to last forever, it first started with an adrenaline rush, but then you could swear a minute was more than sixty seconds, especially after you realized you had some wounds on your body that magically showed up somehow. Suddenly, you felt something sharp pierce your side and you felt warm seep through that same spot, taking you away from your thoughts. Taking a shaky breath, you look down and see blood seep out from your shirt. You had never been shot before...and now you know the pain, and it was almost unbearable, but you would never show your pain.


You cursed sharply in Russian at the wound, and decided that your wooden table was not being your ally anymore. I am not dying today! I will not die, knowing that Fisk is still out there!


You struggled to remember the procedures your family laid out for you, but you actually bleeding a lot didn't help your brain. Suddenly you felt an increasingly heavier weight drop on your shoulders: your life. You didn't want to die, you were too young to die, and you still had to avenge your father and uncle. Tears stung your face for the first time in five years; you didn't want to give up, but considering how many men were still left, and how much ammo remained, and the fact that you were slowly bleeding out, your odds were pretty slim.


You thought you heard Anatoly talking to you in Russian...you wanted to shake away the voice, but it was hardly there, and you didn't have it in you. Then you swore you saw your father in front of you, speaking to you, but you could not comprehend his words.


"Can you stand?!" he shouted.


You blinked away the dark spots in front of your eyes and realized it wasn't your father at all. It was someone you would deem crazy, but hey, your Russian relatives were crazy, so you had nothing on this guy. He was dressed in an armored suit, and it was a dark red, mixed with some black. To top this bizarre uniform, there were two little horns on top of his helmet/cowl thing. He had stubble, and the only thing you could make out were his lips; the mask made his eyes seem dark and almost impossible to see.


"Vwho are you?" you slurred.


"Your devil in shining armor," he responded flatly.


"Isn't vit knight?" you questioned.


"Do you want to live?"


"Vwho doesn't?"


He smirked for a second, but it quickly faded, "Can you stand?" he repeated harshly.


You nodded numbly. "Дайте мне минутку (Give me a minute)." slowly, you started lifting yourself up, but then slumped back down. "Vwhat about zhe men?"


"I took care of them. Now, come on, we don't have much time!"


Slowly, you started getting up, using the table as your help. "Vwhy are vyou helping me?"


"I don't really like people who think it's a good idea to attack someone for no reason." he paused, seemingly listening for something. "Careful, you have a fractured rib."


You groaned as you irritated your side. "How did vyou know?" you asked as you narrowed your eyes.


"Never mind that, we need to get out of here."


"Do vyou know vwho I am, Black Mask?"


He paused at the mention of the past alibi. "Nobody calls me that, anymore."


"Ah, but zhey did. My отец и дядя (father and uncle) told me a lot about vyou."


"You're Russian... Ranskahov." he realized, "You're related to Anatoly and Vladimir."


"Vladimir is my father," you spat some blood, "Still so determined to help me?"


"You haven't done anything wrong, Miss Ranskahov. Now do you want to live or not?" he repeated with an edge to his voice.


"отлично (Fine)," you wobbled and hobbled as you walked behind the masked man.


"Try anything and I'll leave you to bleed out and join your relatives." he threatened.


You rolled your deep blue eyes, "словно (As if)."


~*~*~*~*


It was an uncomfortable silence and an awfully long walk to wherever this man was leading you. You stumbled your way towards a building that was seemingly abandoned. Suddenly, you turned a bit sour and huffed angrily.


"Calm down, Vladimir's spawn, there's a first-aid kit in there."


"So vwhat am I going to do vwith it? My отец (father) never taught me first-aid."


He sighed heavily, "I'll patch you up."


"Vwhy?!" you exclaimed. "Vwhat did I do to deserve vyour kindness and there is nothing I can repay vyou vwith. Vwhat do I have that vyou vwant?!"


"Nothing," he responded instantly.


"I don't believe vyou,"


"Then keep your assumptions to yourself. I'm going to patch you up before I let you go." he answered sharply and then led you inside.


You sat down on the floor heavily, but you squinted when you jarred your fractured rib.


"You ever have a fractured rib before?" he asked.


"Нет (No)," you huffed.


"Then you're going to want to rest for awhile." he knelt down beside you with the kit and started to stop the bleeding.


"Tell me, смельчак (Daredevil), vwas that Fisk's men?"


He hesitated before he answered, "Yes,"


"Then he vwill pay." you responded calmly. "I vwill kill him vwhere he stands...but maybe, I vwill take everything away from him first."


He tightened the bandage so hard it made you wince and hiss. "He will get answered to...using the law."


"Boohoo, забывать (forget) the law! He took my family avway from me! I vwill not kill him, I vwill take everything he ever cared about and he vwill suffer!"


"That will make you no worse than him! Do you really want that? I know you aren't like your father, or uncle, so why would you even bother?"


"HE TOOK ZHEM AWAY FROM ME!" you pounded your fist on the floor, but then you hung your head for a second, calming down and sniffling, "Regardless on vwhat they've done, or vwhat they did to me, vhey vwhere family...zhe only thing I had. Vwhen I had nothing, I had zhem..." a single tear rolled down your cheek. "Do vyou not understand, Devil Boy?"


"I know how it feels when family is taken from you."


"But do vyou know that love like I do?! Loving someone regardless of vwhat they've done?"


He remained silent for a few moments, "No." he breathed.


"Zhen vyou have no right." you paused as you realized he finished up bandaging you. "спасибо (thank you) for patching me up. If vyou vwill get in my vway vwhen I vwant Fisk... I vwill show no mercy."


"And I will stop you."


You bit back another exclamation. "Fine, but vyou must know, more than anybody. Russians don't let up."


He smirked. "I know,"


You slowly stood up and stared at him hard, but you felt that he wasn't looking at you in the eyes; it made you curious. "Then I vwill see vyou later, Devil Boy." you brushed your fingers along his jaw for a moment, and then walked out, leaving him alone in the dark and deserted warehouse.