For @applypressure

[doctricis]

How Derek found himself being recruited into HYDRA was simply the matter of how many zeros there were on his paycheck. He didn't believe in their ideology or their mission for the world or their plans leading up to it. If anything, he was the wrong type of agent to even be here and yet here he was about to be assigned to one of HYDRA's 'weapons' as their handler. Derek could have chosen anyone of HYDRA's pet projects but there was something about the Daredevil that had called out to him. Oddly enough, he managed to talk his superiors into being their only handler.

If Derek had to work for the most horrible organization on the planet, he, at least, was going to have his fun, even if he might have to get his hands dirty in the field from time to time or risk getting in trouble.

HYDRA really needed to move away from concrete lairs. Derek was escorted through the lower off-limit levels by a handful of guards, a little unnecessary but he can assume why they're there. Winding through hallway after hallway until they come to a large room with huge metal doors, he was told he could come and go as he pleased since there was a separate room inside for handlers if he wanted to stay overnight.

When the guards opened the doors, they ushered him inside only to leave him alone in the room. Great first impressions on how they value their handlers, just leave them alone in a room with a person who could easily kill them. The room itself was huge, training equipment was scattered across the back side of the room with a glass wall to the left separating what he assumed is where he'd be staying. A medical station was also in that separate room while on the right was a metal chair hooked up to some mean looking machinery, probably what was used to keep their weapons compliant. Then lastly another separate room for the one he'd be looking after starting today.

Derek couldn't spot any surveillance cameras in this room, the last he spotted any were on the opposite side of the door. Great. He took a few slow steps into the room, bringing Daredevil's file closer to his chest, "Hello?"

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[doctricis]

Derek wanted the Devil to give in to his curiosity, to ask questions, to be more than a vessel for following orders without complaint. He's actually surprised in himself that his heart rate wasn't through the roof right about now, giving away the small amount of fear he did hold behind his act.

"Not per se. I will be reviving a few older exercises but nothing physically was going to change from what your last handler ran with you. The only thing that changes from here on out for as long as you decide... is this." Derek reaches out and places a hand on the Devil's cheek, his touch gentle, testing. He knows full well that the man in front of him could seriously injure or more or less, kill him without breaking a sweat if he saw fit. But even so, he's testing the waters on how the assist would react to the smallest level of affection or touch. If he'd respond positively to it or not.

"There is something I want to test and that starts today. Unfortunately, I can't tell you what that might be in detail just yet but know it won't hurt." There's a soft smile as he grabs Matt's hands and placed them on his own face, it was a huge risk in doing so but if he should even the slightest notion that he trusted him with this. Then maybe he'll respond easier to what he has planned.

[applypressure]

It's been drilled into him over and over that he's to have no reaction to anything the handlers do to him unless they permit him. No retaliation for attacks, no response to being handled. He doesn't like it, and curbing the instinct to lash out in self-defense has been one of his greatest struggles. But this touch isn't like any he can remember. Instead of triggering a desire to defend himself, it makes his eyes widen and his body freeze in surprise.

It's gone too quickly, but then his own hands are being guided to the man's face, and there's so much confusion because none of his previous handlers ever cared to let him 'see' them. Immediately he moves his fingers over Derek's features, a perhaps unexpectedly careful touch for someone who uses his body to perpetrate so much violence.

[doctricis]

As Matt's fingers carefully glide over his features, he's still. Trying to stay as calm as he could possibly be but judging by the way the Devil reacted to his own gentle touches, he doesn't expect the asset to actually hurt him in this instance which is a relief of its own.

Derek knows he still shouldn't let his guard down but there really was no proper way to defend himself now if the Devil wanted to escalate things for whatever reason. "Has anyone allowed you to do this before now?" He asks as he lets the asset take his time to familiarize himself with his features.

He can't imagine anyone has, be it because of protocol or for their own personal safety, he understands why though. This spike of a deeply hidden fear that comes with such a need for trust.

The medic is quiet for a moment before he softly chimes in again, "I want you to put your trust in me. If we're to work as a unit, I need more than you to simply follow orders."