All the Thoughts in Between: Chapter One

Hey everyone! Mercury here!

So... I was thinking of starting a new mini-series,by reevaluating scenes from Marvel TV shows (Netflix) and movies and adding what the characters might have been thinking at that moment-however, I am leaving this Amino. Thank you all for loving my content and I have had such a wonderful time here! Please enjoy this short, almost finished part of "All the Thoughts in Between."

Sounds kinda dull now that I'm writing it, but whatever! So... I hope you all enjoy it!

(Major Spoilers for Daredevil Season 3, Episode 12!)

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Chapter One: Hey Dex

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"I hoped it'd be you."

Nadeem watched as Dex brought his pistol to the front of his waist, holding it and ready to fire. He flashed a sad smile. He knew why Dex was here and what was about to happen. He knew why Dex was staring at him so coldly. He knew why that pistol was slowly being aimed at him instead of resting in its holster. And if Nadeem were being very honest with himself, he could hear his voice trembled ever so slightly as he spoke.

"Hi, Ray," Dex greeted quietly. He glanced about and shifted his stance, as if he were uncomfortable, and Nadeem couldn't help but wonder if his former friend was having reprecussions about what he was about to do. However, the pistol remained where it was- held in Dex's tight grip. He nodded his head to the house, his mouth in a firm, almost unmoving line. "Come on inside. Let's talk." Dex said it without even trying to sound convincing.

Nadeem stared at him, shifting his weight to one leg wearily. He tapped the end of his beer bottle against his leg, listening to the contents inside swish. He glanced down, before gazing back at his friend as he retorted quietly, "Come on Dex. We both know you're a better liar than that." Nadeem took a breath, raising the bottle to his lips.

"You want a private place to kill me."

Cold, bitter beer slid down Nadeem's throat as he tilted his head back. Dex remained where he was, silent. Nadeem had come to with what was about to happen. It was gruely and disturbing and a million other things, but if he was going to die, he was going to die without fear. After all, Seema and Sami would be safe after Fisk, with the aid of Dex, put him under the ground, so what did he have to fear anymore?

"You're in a tough spot, Ray. I get that," Dex stated, his voice hoarse. He swallowed roughly before continuing, "It sounds hard. Really hard."

Dex's catchphrase. Nadeem almost wanted to smile, for those supposedly comforting words Dex used in every situation to say "I'm sorry about that" reminded him of the old days when Wilson Fisk was just another name on a list of criminals. When he didn't have to think twice about trusting men whom he had known for years. When he didn't have to fear for his wife and son's safety. When he didn't have to be waiting in his backyard next to a pile of rumble for his good friend to kill him.

"When he's done with you, he'll bury you, too. You know that, right?" Nadeem muttered meaningfully. If he was going to go, then at least he could die knowing that he tried to warn his former friend before that same friend put a bullet in him.

"I'm doing fine. And you would be too, if you hadn't opened your mouth," Dex growled. Nadeem didn't regret what he had said, nevertheless.

"It's not too late to turn things around, Dex," Nadeem tried again. He blinked, sighing. There was no hope, but why not try?