Sound Of Silence

Sound of Silence

Matt Murdock x Reader

Words: 2472

Summary: Matt tries to find his pregnant wife when half the world seems to have disappeared.

Notes: Okay, so I’ve seen this idea multiple places and I really thought it would make a good imagine. I’m not totally sure who the first person to post this was, so if you guys could tag them in the comments or something that’d be great. I’ve also not seen the end of Daredevil, so this is pretty much not going to deal with anything from the series.

More Matt Imagines: HERE

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Everything was perfectly normal. Well, as normal as it could be after yet another alien attack in the city. With the ‘Big Boys’ taking them on, Matt figured everything would be resolved. After all, despite damages, they saved New York before. They could do it again. Invaders from space were little above Daredevil’s jurisdiction- not that he actually had any.

“Do you think they’d ever put aliens on trial?” Foggy asked, looking at Karen over his glass. She giggled.

“Don’t you think it’s a little early to be drinking?”

“Hey, if the world is really ending this time, then I think it is perfectly normal for all of us to drown our sorrows in Matt’s cheap liquor.”

Matt pretended to look offended. “You’re more than welcome to go get your own, you know.” He poured himself a glass. “Besides, I’m not the one that got this one. Y/N did.” Not that she’d be drinking it any time soon.

“Ah, and where is the lovely Mrs. Murdock today?” Foggy glanced around the apartment.

“Visiting her mother,” Matt said.

Everyone grimaced in unison.

Foggy looked down at his glass. “She’s going to need this more than I do.”

Matt smiled to himself. Until you got home, he was the only one in the room who knew why his wife would only be drinking water. It was the reason he’d invited Foggy and Karen over. As soon as you finished telling your mother, the two of you would be asking them to be the godparents. Sure, they weren’t Catholic, but Matt had a feeling that Father Lantom would overlook it.

“Okay, so back to my question- if there’s another ‘the sky is falling’ situation, do you think they’d put the space sons of bitches on trial?” Foggy said. His eyes widened. “Do you think people would have to defend them?”

“I think it’s safe to say we wouldn’t have to worry about something like that.” Matt chuckled.

Foggy shrugged and the three of them laughed. Matt had tried not to think of the new attacks in the city. The world was dark enough without galactic threats clouding the sky. He had to be strong. Especially now.

Foggy raised his glass, the drink sloshing against the glass. Karen did the same.

“A toast,” Foggy beamed, “to making it through another day.”

“Cheers,” Karen said.

Matt just laughed and moved his glass to connect with theirs. But there was no clink. His glass hit nothing but empty air. It wasn’t until the other two glasses shattered against the table that he realized he couldn't hear their heartbeats anymore.

“Foggy?” His voice trembled. “Karen?” He reached out his shaking hand, finding nothing but a soft movement of air- like someone taking a final breath. “T-this is funny. Foggy, this isn’t funny. Karen!”

For a painfully long moment, there was nothing but dreadful silence. Everything was still. Dead. Then came the noise. Crashing, sirens, but most of all screams. It filled his head until it was unbearable. He stumbled to the window, feeling a crushing emptiness. Maybe Foggy was right. The world was ending.

-

“You should eat. You look like you haven’t eaten.” Your mother scolded. She set a plate of rolls in front of you and went to pour you a glass of wine.

“I’m fine, mom.” You slid the glass away.

“You’d eat better if the two of you were making any money.” She muttered.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, already fighting the headache you knew would come from this visit. Ever since you and Matt got married, she took a special- and critical- interest in the kind of cases Matt took.

“I didn’t come here to talk to you about that.” You sighed, trying to hide the frustration in your voice.

“All I’m saying is that, should you reconsider going to a bigger firm, maybe a corporate one-”

“Mother.” You exasperated.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Finally, she was quiet. She simply grinned a shocked grin and threw her arms around you. You were both beaming when you pulled apart and she started rambling about all of the people she needed to call.

“I’m going to be a grandmother!” She cried. “Oh, you and Matt will have to come over for dinner and I’ll cook you a real meal and-”

“Phone calls, mom. You said you were going to make phone calls.” You said before she could passive-aggressively nag you anymore. “Here, you can use mine.” You began to hand her your cell phone.

“Yes, you’re right, I have to…” She didn’t get to finish. Her eyes locked with yours in a moment of confused panic before her body started to change. Piece by piece, it was as if she was a burning piece of paper and the breeze was carrying the ash away until there was nothing left. Your phone fell to the floor, the screen cracking and splitting into dozens of pieces.

You stood, frozen with terror. A horrified sob caught in your throat and you had to force yourself to keep standing as your knees began to buckle. You blinked. Nothing. You pinched your arm. Nothing.

“M-Mom.” You choked out. This can’t be happening.

You managed to walk over to the window, hoping to get some air and that this was all just a result of your mother’s cheap perfume and hormones. But as you looked out, you saw the chaos. Whatever just happened to your mother had happened to other people. Cars crashed into each other. Mothers screamed as their children vanished. Police sirens roared from what seemed like every corner.

Your hand fell to your stomach and you started to hyperventilate. Your mind could only form a single, screaming clear thought.

“Matt.”

-

Matt plowed through the chaos, trying to dodge every panicked civilian running past him on the way to your mother’s apartment. The automated voice of your voicemail ran through his head.

“This is Y/N Murdock. Please leave a message.”

He’d called three times. Nothing.

The building of your mother’s apartment was rampant with terror. People ran in and out, some shouted down from the windows, others just sat alone in their apartments and cried. Even through the walls, he could hear their heartbreak. Still, as hard as he focused, he couldn’t hear you.

He climbed the stairs two at a time until he reached the third floor. The hallway was just as alive with panic as the rest of the building. People darted back and forth between rooms. He felt the numbers on the walls until he reached your mother’s apartment. The door was still, the room inside quiet. He clutched the doorknob with a shaking hand and found it unlocked. The door swung open with an ominous creak.

“Y/N?” He called into the apartment. No response. He stepped inside. “Y/N, sweetheart, please. Please please be here. Something is going on. Please be here.” He felt around the room desperately, hoping that he would feel your skin, hear your voice, even just your heartbeat. He stepped on something, the glass cracking beneath his foot.

Matt’s heart cracked along with it. He crouched down, recognizing your phone in his hand. His knees hit the floor.

None of this made any sense. People don’t just vanish. Half of the hearts in New York don’t just stop beating. If he was one of those big-time heroes, maybe he would know what had happened, but he wasn’t. He was here, living with the consequences again. Right when his life finally seemed to even start making sense.

Oh, God.

The baby.

Matt’s stomach lurched. Another crack shot through his heart. He screamed. Tears burned on his cheeks before he could stop them. He clutched your phone in his hand and hurled it at the wall. Any remaining glass shattered completely.

“What’s happening?” He howled. His sobs made his words sound like a wounded animal. Desperate cries for help.

He thought of praying. Praying for him to be wrong. Praying for you to be here. Praying that whatever the hell had happened hadn’t happened to you. But all he could hear were the screams of the people outside. He knew that, if God really was up there, he wasn’t listening.

-

The apartment seemed to haunt him. As he opened the door with a shaking hand, he tried to ignore the tricks his mind was playing on him. He could still hear the dual heartbeats of you and the baby. He could still feel you near him. Hell, he could even hear your voice. But it couldn’t be real. You were gone. Whatever had happened to Karen and Foggy had happened to you.

Your heart soared when you saw him walk in the door. You called out his name through sobs, but his expression didn’t change. The heartbreak on his face only deepened. It took you a moment to understand why he was responding like this, but once you did, you started to approach him slowly.

He didn’t realize you were really there.

“Matty,” You said. You took slow steps towards him. His head tilted to the side, hearing your footsteps.

“Maybe I’m just going crazy.” He muttered to himself. You took another step.

“Baby, I’m here. I didn’t vanish. I’m right here. I’m okay.”

“Y/N…” His voice was without hope. He said your name like he was praying. Finally, you put your hands on either side of his face.

“I’m right here.” You cried. “I’m here. Matty, I thought you were-” Your words cut off with another sob. Realization and relief washed over your husband’s face. Matt didn’t say a word. He just threw his arms around you, crying into the crook of your neck. He clung to you like you were the only thing keeping him from disappearing just like everyone else.

“Karen and Foggy… I went to your mother’s apartment. Your phone… I was convinced that you were- oh thank God.” He choked. You held him tighter, your whole body trembling with a combination of relief and terror.

The two of you must have stayed like that for hours. Holding each other while the world fell apart around you. For a short time, all that mattered was that Matt was here. He was in your arms and kissing your face. He muttered a few more prayers- if he didn’t maybe you’d still disappear.

Once you finally broke apart, the panic resurfaced in your chest. Karen and Foggy. Your mother. What the hell happened? Were they dead? Where else was this happening? Was it just New York? Was it the whole world?

All of the questions built up into one that actually formed on your lips. You curled up beside Matt on the floor, laying your head on his chest and you both leaned on the couch.

“What are we supposed to do now?”

Matt tucked your head under his chin. “We survive.”

-

Five Years Later

A moment of panic settled into his chest. He listened to the bustle of people around him. A heaviness hung in the air- the same weight that had lingered for the past five years. It made it hard to focus.

“Jackie!” He called into the crowd. He listened again and heard it. Laughter. Playful barks and a clinking collar. He let out a sigh of relief and followed the sound of his daughter’s laugh.

She’d wandered off to pet a dog- whose owner was happy to stop her jog and let Jackie pet him. When Matt found them, the two continued their run, much to the dismay of the young girl.

“Jackie Karen Murdock, how many times have I told you to stay with me when we’re walking?” He scolded, but his tone was light. Her small hand found his and her voice matched a pout.

“Sorry, daddy.”

He smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Come on. Mom and Percy will be getting back soon.”

“Okay!” She squealed and began pulling him down the sidewalk. Matt laughed and did his best to keep up with her. By the time they’d reached the apartment building, you were coming down the sidewalk from the other direction, having just brought your son back from a doctor’s appointment.

“Just a little cold. Nothing to worry about,” You said, joining your husband and daughter at the front steps.

“That’s great,” Matt beamed. When you told him you thought Percy needed to go to the doctor, his brain naturally jumped to the worst scenario. The baby in your arms reached out his tiny fists to his father. Matt took him from you and you couldn’t help but marvel at him.

The way he’d fought and worked to keep the city safe these past few years and still was able to have moments like this- moments of peace- was something you admired. Somedays you worried you’d forgotten what it felt like to not worry.

“Can I go play now?” Jackie whined, tugging on your pant leg. “Daddy got me a new toy.”

You shot your husband a look. He shrugged.

“I caved.”

You shook your head and laughed. “Alright, go on upstairs. We’ll be there in a second.” She took your keys and the bag from Matt’s hand and bolted away. She knew her way around the building- probably a little better than you’d like. It’d make her sneaking around when she’s older a lot harder to catch. Then again, with Matt that probably won’t be an issue. The thought made you snicker.

“What?” Matt smiled. You kissed him on the cheek.

“Nothing.” Part of you was just happy that there was a future to think about. For so many… You tried not to dwell on it.

Just as you moved to follow Jackie, Matt froze. His expression darkened and a worried tone took over his voice.

“Something’s happening.”

A dark form seemed to overtake the air, like a solid, ashy mist. Then… people. Dozens of people appeared around you where there was nothing before. The recognition clicked in your mind. This was how everyone disappeared.

They were coming back.

Matt pulled you aside, still holding Percy close to his chest. He winced at the sudden influx of noise and panic flooding his head. Confusing shouts and cries filled the air. Percy’s wails joined and you did your best to calm him down.

Through everything, Matt heard the sound of small, quick footsteps running back down the stairs. He grabbed your hand.

“Jackie,” He said. Both of you hurried into the building, catching her at the top of the stairs. She didn’t seem scared, however. She seemed excited.

“There are people in the living room.” She giggled. “They said they’re your friends. Can they be my friends too?”

You felt Matt’s grip on your hand tighten and the two of you ran up to the apartment.