renegade - m.m

three

Matt perked his head up in confusion, "What do you mean someone's here to see me, no one can know I'm here."

Sister Margaret was already gone and up the stairs as Matt began to stand up in protest. 

The heel's clicking on the stone floor of the church basement sent Matt into fight or flight response, how could Margaret let someone new down here, was she stupid? He should've known he couldn't trust anyone, not even the woman who worked to raise him.

Matthew readied himself in a fighting position, holding up his fists, "I don't know who you are or how you got in here but I'm giving you the chance to leave before I make you sorry you ever entered this church."

He could hear the woman sigh and begin reaching into her purse, Matt stepped closer, stretching his neck in preparation for the fight to come.

She pulled something out of her purse and before Matt had time to register what exactly it was, he was throwing a punch in the woman's direction. 

A grunt escaped his lips as his hand was held in mid air, inches away from the woman's face, by some invisible force.

"Mr. Murdock," the woman began, her voice steady but somehow still held a semblance of anxiety, "I'm not a threat to you I simply want to talk."

"You think I'm some kind of idiot? Did Fisk put you up to this?"

The woman sighed in annoyance, "No Fisk did not- is everyone in this neighbourhood obsessed with that man?"

Matthew furrowed his eyebrows, "He's terrorizing Hell's Kitchen," he spoke monotonously. 

"Right, right, sorry I didn't mean to offend you. But I can assure you that I have nothing to do with him." The stopped speaking for a moment and just stood there, Matthew could feel her studying him before she spoke up again, "I'm going to let your hand free, but please try to be civil so we can have a conversation."

Matt laughed sarcastically under his breath.

As the unknown force disappeared from his hand, Matt immediately felt two smaller hands lightly grab hold of his own. 

"What are you doing," he interrogated, suspicion still evident in his voice.

As she pulled her hand away, Matt felt a small piece of card-stock in his palm. He allowed his fingers to run over it, it was in braille.

"Matthew Murdock, my name is Dorothea Leary. You may know me as an avenger but I'm also an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. With new information of your status and whereabouts, we think it's about time that we begin discussions about your cooperation with S.H.I.E.L.D.,"  The woman explained. Matthew could sense the proud smile across her face and also had a suspicion that the rehearsed that speech a few times on her way to meet with him.

Matthew ran his hands over the card again. It had basic information, her name, position at S.H.I.E.L.D., work phone number, and she even made sure the little S.H.I.E.L.D. logo was engraved into the card so he could feel the wings of the eagle and letters around the circle. 

"This is all very impressive, Miss Leary," Matt began as he turned away from her and began walking back to the seat he was sitting in before she arrived, "But even if I did believe you, I'm not a lawyer anymore so I don't know what purpose I could serve at your organization."

Matt couldn't help but notice the way she let out a tiny disappointed/annoyed sigh when he said this, though she still attempted to keep a smile on her face, "First of all Mr. Murdock, I just stopped you from punching me with a force field, so I think that's pretty good evidence that I am who I say I am. Second of all, we're talking about S.H.I.E.L.D. here, now you may not know much about us but we know everything about everything, so feel free to cut the crap. You and I both know I'm not here to ask you to represent Hawkeye in court."

A genuine laugh escaped Matt's lips this time. It'd been so long since he'd been in contact with anyone and so far this woman reminded him of Karen and her stubbornness. He still wasn't about to admit anything to this strange woman just because she reminded him of an old pal, "Listen, sweetheart-"

"Dorothea."

Matt raised his eyebrows and nodded, "... Dorothea, I don't know what your little organization thinks they know about me, but frankly I'm blind and in pretty bad condition, so I'm of little use to you."

Ruffling around in her purse and pulling out a file folder, Dorothea plastered another tacky smile across her face, "Uh huh, I was pretty sure you were going to say that so let me enlighten you a little bit, shall I Mr. Murdock?"

Matt shrugged, "Be my guest," it's not like he had anything to lose.

"We've known that Matt Murdock was the so called Devil of Hell's Kitchen from the moment you decided to take a nap in a dumpster. We know about your beef with Fisk, we know about the hand, we know about Elektra, we know about Jessica Jones and Luke Cage, and we also know that you have commitment issues," she added the last point with a sarcastic smile.

"I wasn't napping in the dumpster, nor do I have commitment issues... how did you find all this stuff out anyways? Not that I'm saying any of it is true.. actually screw that, yeah I'm Daredevil. Now where did you get all this shit?" rambled Matt as he ran a hand through his hair in anxiety.

"Matthew, S.H.I.E.L.D. is everywhere," Dorothea began before correcting herself, "which is confidential so don't go trying to leak that to your reporter friend because we'll just shut it down."

Matt became much more alert at the mention of Karen, "How do you know about my reporter friend?"

"Seriously? It's like you're not even listening! When you only hang out with two people it doesn't take an agency of superheroes and spies to pick up on the fact that they're your friends."

Matt was standing now and clenching his fists, "I don't know what your game is, but you leave them out of this!"

"I don't have a game, Mr. Murdock," sighed Dorothea, "I just need you to come down to the office for a chat. Now if we leave now we can probably have you in and out today," the woman explained before she turned around to head back upstairs, expecting Matt to follow.

Matt laughed, "There's no way in hell I'm coming with you."

Stopping in her tracks, Dorothea turned back around, the same sweet smile on her face with the addition of an almost challenging look, "I wasn't really asking."