"Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D Academy"
A rogue hacker get's the opportunity of a life time to become a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, but before they're allowed be in the field, they have to enter S.H.I.E.L.D Academy. To makes matter worse, you happened to get the st...
It was nothing that money couldn't buy, especially when you were borrowing Tony's money. You had fixed an elegant, small bar in Brooklyn all for yourself. Big widows, loads of plants, walls black with a Grand Piano on a little stage in the corner of the restaurant. You had freshened up since the gym. You had your hair loose, light makeup and perfume on. You wore some brown platted pants, belt, a shirt and a knitted vest. You looked out the window when you caught the sight of a lost Matthew Murdock. You laughed low and got going. You walked out and held the door so it wouldn't get locked.
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"Matthew, over here!" You smiled, and for some stupid reason waved, which you didn't need to, cause the man was blind and couldn't possibly see it. Matthew smiled as he clapped together his walking stick. You took your arm around his to guide him inside.
"Something tells me that you don't hang out much in Brooklyn," You said lightly stopping by the bar.
"I like Hell's Kitchen," He smiled and sat up on the chair.
"You're the only one I have ever heard say that" you said as you walked around and at the back of the bar. He hummed at your comment. You began to pour wine into your glasses.
"Relax, I mean it in a good way," you said with a warm smile. Giving him his glass. You walked back around to the front of the bar so you could sit up beside him.
"I admire people who are proud of their roots," you said, taking a sip from the glass.
"And where are your roots Y/n?" Matthew asked.
You laughed. The question rounds were about to begin. You knew that nothing you were going to say to Matthew today was true, you were playing a character with him, but you enjoyed it.
"I'm a New Yorker too, here in Brooklyn," Lies rolled easily off your tongue. You had moved around your whole life, military base to military base.
"Privileged," Matthew commented nodded slowly.
Oh, far from it you thought to yourself, but bet your tongue.
"I have been very lucky," you said with a warm expression.
Matthew was intruded. He had never met anyone with such a quiet heart as they spit out lies. Your heartbeat was faster, but it was almost impossible to hear. You were most defiantly trained to lie. Matthew reached for his glass, but 'incident' touched your hand instead, when he noticed the band-aid. He swallowed low, he knew exactly how you had broken your arm.
"What happened to your hand?" He asked.
You looked down at your hands, not even noticing that his hand was over yours. You couldn't lie and say it was nothing, because he had already felt the band-aid on your skin. Your shoulders got tense, and you looked up at him. You took your arm away to yourself.
"Just a little incident in the stairs, no worries, I can still play well," You tried to laugh it off.
"Can I feel it?" Matthew asked.
You looked up at him surprised but gave him your hand way. He held your hand with both his hands. He felt guilty. It was no incident, it was his batons hitting your hands too hard, breaking it. At this point Matthew knew you were blatantly lying. He wanted to know why you were lying, at the same time he had to balance his hats carefully. He did not want you to know why he was lying.
"Feels painful," He whispered.
"Okay, let's play some piano," you said eagerly.
You took a big sip of your wine. You could not do this anymore. You grabbed his hand and walked off the chairs. It was better to play piano than to talk. You let go off his hand and walked up on the little stage. You sat down in front of the piano. You took a deep breath in and out. You looked over at Matthew who were leaning on one of the tables. Your eyes were back at the piano, as you placed your fingers on it. You began playing a piece called Maurice Ravel Piano Concerto, a piece made by the French composer Ravel. It was a famous piece, written by Ravel for an Austrian Concert Pianist Paul Wittgenstein, who had lost his right arm during the first world war. It was a special piece.
The music filled Matthew's heart. It was beautiful. He noticed how you only used your one hand, your good one. He could only imagine how good you would sound if you had both your hands. He let you play the whole piece, before he walked up sitting down beside you on the piano chair. It was something truly magical about you. Maybe it was the fact that he had no idea who you were, still he could pinpoint exactly what kind of person you were. Strong, witted and charming.
"You are very talented," Matthew said. You smelled nice... like peach.
"Thank you," You answered easier.
It was something about Matthew that was so enticing. You wanted to know more about him, at the same time you knew you should stay away. You cannot open up to strangers anymore, and Matthew might deal with superhero's at his job as a lawyer, but he was a normal man. He was normal, and you had to get used to the fact that you weren't anymore. Maybe the fact that he was normal, was what made him so tempting. But it was more than that. He had a warm presence, good smell and he was beautiful. The way he spoke to you was fun, not heavy. It had been silent for minutes, still it felt like your hearts had been talking the whole time.
