anyways yall let me know when Netflix Original ™ Marvel’s Claire Temple is going to premiere thanks
ACTUALLY THOUGH
Okay, but every episode should have a different cameo, right? Like, Claire is trying to Handle Some Shit, and while she’s trying to do that, she has Matt on her balcony with a stab wound that made it through the suit, Jessica at her door with a bullet graze and a sour expression, Luke on the street corner with a guy who has three broken ribs, Frank on the roof with a major concussion, Danny with pepper spray in his eyes, and, at one point, she runs through town escaping the latest Avengers v. Whoever situation and finds Captain Goddamn America trying to set his own broken arm.
And then in the second-to-last episode, the Big Bad dares her to find help, and Claire’s like *grim smile* “I know a guy.” Cut to black. Final episode cold opens to everyone having to Get Along because Claire called them all. The Big Bad goes down like a fucking ton of bricks under the combined might of every vigilante NYC has to offer.
#The reasons I love Karen Page#Daredevil Spoilers#She has no fear#she’s been through too much in too short a time#all that’s left is sass#I wish Karen had her own show#and it was just her doing normal people things (for the most part) and random extraordinary things happening#she goes grocery shopping and there’s a 12 block blackout… so she squints for a moment fumbling to get her phone out of her#bag and then blinks in its unnatural light before grabbing an extra tub of icecream and phoning Foggy to see if he remembered to#buy a flashlight and batteries like she told him too last winter#or she goes car shopping and gets in for a test drive and there’s some kind of attack on a bridge or a 10 car pile up due to ninjas#or she’s just leaving the gym when an unnatural mist sweeps through the kitchen#or she gets kidnapped for the 8 millionth time and uses it as a story opportunity#going for morning runs with Frank and his dog on the weekend#meeting up with Foggy for movie marathons and being his plus one to functions when Marcy’s busy.#going into prison to interview prisoners with interesting stories#writing long exposes on the worst of the worst#on social and ethical injustices#making a name for herself. Making herself a target.#And not giving a sh*t#while the men in her life not-so-quietly panic
Have I expressed my love for Black Widow!Karen Page? Because I am still super fucking committed to that, I wrote a fic series for it like a year ago and I am STILL super fucking committed to that. I am married to that headcanon, like, fucking devoted, in case anyone was curious.
She didn’t trust Frank one iota. as far as she knows, he just shot at her, just murdered the District Attorney, just let his stray bullets fly where they may. one of these bullets his Foggy–her friend, now laid up in the hospital.
So what does this mean about his words to her earlier: “you were safe, i needed you to know.” but Foggy wasn’t safe? Foggy got shot. Foggy never did anything wrong. So is Frank a lie? Is he full of shit? Is he here, in her apartment to finish the job he started all that time ago, with Grotto? Has her faith been misplaced AGAIN?
So she’s terrified and alone in an apartment with a #confirmed, admitted mass murderer who just knocked out the two cops assigned to protect her. the only thing between them is her guts and her .380. He could disarm her in a second, have her gun leveled at her and pull the trigger before she registered his movement.
And then all of a sudden guns are going off. Bullets are whizzing past her ear, exploding the drywall of her apartment. Her first absurd thought is “well there goes my security deposit” and then she thinks maybe this is it. Guns are going off and this brick wall of a man is lunging at her, the Punisher come back to bring her what she’s due for her brother, for Wesley, for Ben, for…
But instead she feels his arms around her, his shoulders curl around her body. He tucks her head neatly in just under his chin. There’s not a sliver of her exposed to the window–because all of him is. And in that moment, she KNOWS that it wasn’t him at the DA’s office. Knows he’s been framed. Because he just showed that he would literally take a bullet for her. He didn’t leave when she got too tough to handle, when she got inconvenient, when something more interesting came along.
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I was thinking about a story from the Bible. There was a man. He was travelling from Jerusalem to Jericho… when he was set upon by men of ill intent. They stripped the traveller of his clothes, they beat him, and they left him bleeding in the dirt. And a priest happened by… saw the traveller. But he moved to the other side of the road and continued on. And then a Levite, a religious functionary, he… came to the place, saw the dying traveller. But he too moved to the other side of the road, passed him by. But then came a man from Samaria, a Samaritan, a good man. He saw the traveller bleeding in the road and he stopped to aid him without thinking of the circumstance or the difficulty it might bring him. He did this simply because the traveller was his neighbour. He loved his city and all the people in it. I always thought that I was the Samaritan in that story.”
“I am the ill intent.”
Look, I’m not saying I’d sell my soul to write a line that good, but if anyone has the Devil’s contact info they should tell me. Anything else that happens is my problem.
