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Rewrite of the lawsuit episode when Buck sees Station 118 at the grocery store
I want Buck to stand up for himself more; his character needs some development in the “stop fucking with me” area
Love all the characters, no purposeful character bashing except for the plotBookmarked by brain_ded_666
05 Sep 2025
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“I’m tired of letting people walk over me, I’m tired of waiting for somebody to actually see me.” Buck glanced at Chim, who still wasn’t looking at him. He moved to walk past Cap and Eddie's carts, cutting towards the front doors of the store. As he passed, he shot one last glance at Eddie, who looked frustrated. Caps' eyes were watching Buck as he moved past him, but Buck didn’t bother to meet his gaze.
Buck exited the store, fresh air meeting his face. The parking lot was busy, people bustling around, cars honking at each other as they fought over spaces. Buck didn’t look behind him; he knew the 118 was watching him leave, but he couldn’t care less.
That conversation was final. Buck stood his ground and watched the distance between him and his friends grow larger. He knew that by walking away after he said what he said, they wouldn’t reach out again. He knew he’d never hear from Eddie again, unless by some miracle Cap calmed him down.
Buck climbed into his jeep, watching the front doors of the store in his rearview, but nobody exited. Nobody followed him.
“And that’s that on that,” Buck mutters, starting his car and leaving.
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Eddie presses the fabric drenched in peroxide to Buck’s arm causing him to double over. His hand finds the arm resting on his thigh and surrounds Eddie’s wrist with a death grip while his head falls forward onto Eddie’s shoulder.
“Fuck,” he grits through his teeth.
Eddie’s breath hitches. He tries to move but he’s frozen. Buck is groaning and wriggling against the sting, leaning into Eddie as if he’s the only thing that can keep him upright. Eddie can feel Buck’s breath ghosting his skin, the sheen of sweat on his forehead soaking through Eddie’s thinned out gray t-shirt. The grip on Eddie’s wrist is tight, right on the edge of becoming painful but not quite there yet.
He feels like he’s floating, yet he has never felt more grounded.
OR that bellyconrad wound cleaning scene but make it buddie
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05 Sep 2025
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Buck, though. That was the hardest thing he had to deal with.
Buck, who broke the lease on his apartment to move into Eddie’s house and make his life easier.
Buck, who insisted the Diazes needed to have their house back, packed all of his belongings into a storage unit ten minutes down the road, and immediately went searching for a new place.
Buck, who is now a month into sleeping on Eddie’s couch every night because he can’t find a house that fits him well enough to actually leave.
Those might be more of Eddie’s thoughts than Buck’s.
The last month of living with Christopher and Buck under the same roof has been eye-opening to say the least. Eddie got used to Buck’s presence in the house immediately, probably too quickly if he thinks about it for too long. He revels in the warmth that envelopes him as soon as he walks into the house knowing his son and the one person who knows him better than anyone ever has are down the hall.
Buck seems to feel different. He’s still talking about finding a new place constantly, going to showings every time they have a day off, and the most recent development—riding the bike he had only ever used as decoration for hours at a time.
Eddie hates it. The more comfortable he gets with their living arrangements, the further Buck pulls away. In all honesty, Eddie wouldn’t mind staying like this forever. Just the three of them in the house, Buck’s kitchen appliances scattering the counter, his clothes mixed in with Eddie’s, him next to Eddie.
Buck and Eddie share everything. They always have. Chores, food, a kid . They could share a house, a bedroom. They should .
But Buck doesn’t want to. And now he’s going on daily bike rides just to avoid being alone with Eddie. Maybe Eddie showed his cards too clearly and it scared Buck. Though he hasn’t explicitly said anything about wanting Buck to stay with them forever, he’s sure it’s obvious in the way he’s been acting. He was the first to suggest Buck stay with them while house hunting. He had stopped suppressing his eye rolls every time Buck mentioned another showing he attended. Buck has probably picked up on what that meant which is what pushed him to run so far in the opposite direction.
-“No it’s not,” Christopher shoots back, "Nothing about this is normal. You guys aren’t talking and you both get all… weird and sad when the other person leaves the room.”
Eddie flushes at this and silently curses his kid for being so damn observant. He thinks Buck will respond with some quick reassurance that avoids actually addressing the obvious truth pointed out by the fourteen-year-old, but Chris continues before he can.
It sounds like he’s on the verge of tears. “And you keep talking about moving. Like it’s no big deal.”
“Hey,” Eddie hears shuffling and can envision Buck dropping down in front of Christopher’s designated spot at their kitchen table. “It is a big deal. I know that. I think I’ve just been trying to act like it wasn’t so it didn’t feel like one.”
“I don’t want you to move,” Chris admits. For the second time today, Eddie’s heart breaks. His son was brave enough to say the words that had been on the tip of his own tongue for weeks. Words he’s been too scared to voice, hoping they could be one of those unsaid things Buck just picks up on because he knows Eddie so well.
Apparently, he had failed. Because the next thing he hears is a sad, “I don’t either, kid.”
Buck doesn’t want to leave. Buck doesn’t want to leave .
“But,” he continues, “I can’t stay here forever. I don’t think that’s what your dad wants.”
And that cannot be further from the truth. Eddie wants him everywhere. All the time.
“Yes it is.” At least Chris knows that. “And even if he didn’t, it’s two to one. He’s outnumbered.”
“It’s his house, Chris.”
“And mine!” he counters, “And it should be yours too. It is yours.”
Buck stops for a moment. “I can’t sleep on the couch forever.”
Chris, ever the problem solver, poses a solution. “You can share with Dad. Half your stuff is already in there anyway. Or I could get a bigger bed and you could have my room. I’ll sleep on the couch, I don’t care, just don’t leave.”
He’s begging. Eddie has half a mind to run into the kitchen and join his son. He’s not above grovelling.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay . Just because I don’t live here doesn’t mean I won’t still see you. I’ll be over all the time, just like I used to,” Buck tries to cheer him up.
“Not if you and Dad are still weird,” Chris says under his breath.
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First introductions by Dakota_is_silly
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Daredevil (TV), Moon Knight (TV 2022)
22 May 2025
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Peter gets hurt, it shows up on the news, and team red/the nyc vigilantes show up to the avengers compound
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05 Sep 2025
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Tony stark was prepared for a lot of things.
He was prepared for alien invasions, robot invasions, national disasters, nuclear war—any catastrophe you could think of.
He was, however, not prepared for a car speeding far over the limit to rapidly approach the compound whilst blaring a mix of hard rock and Chappell roan. He looked out the window with a frown as FRIDAY alerted him, still keeping a half-eye on Peter, who was still not fully conscious as Natasha and Steve explained to the kid how he got hurt and what had happened.
“FRIDAY, can you be a dear and identify the passengers in the car?” He asked in confusion, the live feed only showing the driver, a seemingly Latino man, angrily yelling to the backseat, which was invisible to the camera. Steve frowned at him, but Tony just shrugged, waiting for FRIDAY to respond as the AI did her job. “It appears that the driver is called Jake Lockley, with the aliases of Marc Spector and Steven grant. The backseat of the car seems to be inhibited by a man named Matthew Murdock, and Frank Castle.”
Peter made a noise as FRIDAY rattled of the names, Tony’s face paling slightly as Natasha tensed up. “Frank castle? As in, Frank Castle the Punisher?” Steve questioned, already reaching for his shield. “Correct, captain Rogers. I am unable to find any information regarding Jake Lockley, but mister Murdock happens to be a lawyer located in Hell’s Kitchen, known for cases such as the Wilson Fisk Trial.” The AI continued, and Tony sucked in a worried breath as the car parked in front of the compound, looking down with mild curiosity as to what on earth these people were doing here.
A man with a cane and red glasses walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell. “Let it through Friday” Tony mumbled, pulling up the live feed as FRIDAY connected them through. “Hello? Can I help you guys, or are you on a roadtrip gone wrong?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, crossing his arms as the man smiled. “Hello, mr stark I presume? We’re here for a friend, my name is Matt Murdock.” Tony frowned slightly, looking back at Natasha who was peering over his shoulder to watch, just shrugging with an interested look.
“A friend?” He asked, disbelief evident in his voice as he heard some faint arguing. “-no, we are not breaking the door down Frank. Just let me-“ Murdock got pushed out of the way by the driver, who looked at the camera with a crooked smile. “Hey amigos, if you could open the door, we can consider explaining, but we gotta see the little araño” Lockley spoke as Steve let out a confused noise. “Araño? Isn’t that spider?” Tony raised an eyebrow at Steve, but Natasha nodded. “Yes. Are they here for peter?” The spy asked, glancing back at the life feed.
”I’ll ask… Are you guys here for spiderman?” Tony turned his attention back to the camera feed, growing increasingly more confused by every second. “Yeah, the kid ‘s here, ain’t he? Saw him get hurt on the news, ‘sumed he’d be here.” The punisher replied gruffly, seeming pissed off at the fact they hadn’t been let in yet. Peter made another noise, trying to sit up, but Steve quickly pushed him back down with a hint of worry.
”W’s that ‘ncle Frank?” The kid murmured drowsily, eyes clenched shut at the bright light. Tony made Friday lower the light percentage a bit, as Natasha tilted her head curiously. “You mean Frank castle? You know him, паук?” The woman asked, crouching down next to Peter’s bed as the boy nodded. “Mhuh, wh’t happened? ‘S Matt here?” Tony watched in confusion for a moment, before turning back to the camera feed, which showed Lockley and Murdock arguing whilst Castle glared at the camera. “..let them in, Fri” he sighed defeatedly, shutting off the feed as FRIDAY opened the door.
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