Paradise Lost
Oct 5, 2015 16:05:00 GMT -7
Post by Matt Murdock on Oct 5, 2015 16:05:00 GMT -7
I ain't no angel I still got a few more dances with the devil
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Date: October 10, 2015
Location: Boston, Massachussetts convention center
Summary: While attending a legal conference, Matt has an unexpected reunion with Natasha.
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Was this really what it had come to?
Just over five months since Sokovia had made the news, the government had already gone on the offensive, bills being discussed all over the world. The morning's panel had made it painfully clear that anyone who played the hero in a cape or mask would be targeted should any of those bills become law.
More than a few times since the convention had started the day before, Matt had wondered to himself whether Foggy would defend him if it came down to it. If he ever had to give up his secret identity. There was no way he'd do it willingly and risk being disbarred. He'd worked too hard, spent too many long nights with his fingers practically glued to the pages of his textbooks, to risk his career. At least not any more than he already had by putting a mask on in the first place.
So far, though, it didn't sound like anyone in any position of authority was demanding any unmasking, so Matt supposed that was one good thing in his favor. With the Avengers identities pretty well in the realm of common knowledge, unmasking seemed unnecessary, but who knew when people like him would have to reveal themselves? Conversations all around him seemed to center on similar topics.
Surely, the Avengers aren't the only ones out there that need to be held accountable? A woman passing by, local by the accent.
What about that spider guy? Anyone who can crawl around like that should be on some kind of watch list. A fellow New Yorker, Queens if he had to hazard a guess.
Matt sighed and let his head fall back against the wall he'd been leaning on, closing his eyes behind the red lenses of his glasses, grip loosening slightly on his cane. He'd been people-watching just outside the conference room the panel had been held in since it had ended an hour before. There hadn't been anything better to do, and no one had come up to speak with him yet today. He'd left Foggy and Karen back at the office, telling them someone needed to stay behind in case a client came calling, that he could handle three days in Boston. He half-wished he'd at least brought his partner along, but it was better to handle this alone. He'd caused his friend enough trouble with his night-job as it was.
He'd heard his alias come up a few times since things had gotten underway the day before, and a couple times in the last hour alone. He'd known it would have to, the moment any talk of regulating vigilante-types came up. Of course, it wasn't like he could chime in with his own opinion about Daredevil, as biased as he was. A smirk fell on his lips and a small chuckle escaped him as he thought of explaining his defense as 'playing Devil's advocate', but he doubted the pun would go over well with most of the others.
Especially the prosecutors.
Matt's thoughts were broken and his attention focused as he caught a familiar scent. He'd caught it the day before at check-in, and again earlier that morning before the panel had started. Something tugged at the back of his mind, telling him he recognized it from somewhere else. It took him a moment to remember where.
"Can't say I expected to see you here."
Location: Boston, Massachussetts convention center
Summary: While attending a legal conference, Matt has an unexpected reunion with Natasha.
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Was this really what it had come to?
Just over five months since Sokovia had made the news, the government had already gone on the offensive, bills being discussed all over the world. The morning's panel had made it painfully clear that anyone who played the hero in a cape or mask would be targeted should any of those bills become law.
More than a few times since the convention had started the day before, Matt had wondered to himself whether Foggy would defend him if it came down to it. If he ever had to give up his secret identity. There was no way he'd do it willingly and risk being disbarred. He'd worked too hard, spent too many long nights with his fingers practically glued to the pages of his textbooks, to risk his career. At least not any more than he already had by putting a mask on in the first place.
So far, though, it didn't sound like anyone in any position of authority was demanding any unmasking, so Matt supposed that was one good thing in his favor. With the Avengers identities pretty well in the realm of common knowledge, unmasking seemed unnecessary, but who knew when people like him would have to reveal themselves? Conversations all around him seemed to center on similar topics.
Surely, the Avengers aren't the only ones out there that need to be held accountable? A woman passing by, local by the accent.
What about that spider guy? Anyone who can crawl around like that should be on some kind of watch list. A fellow New Yorker, Queens if he had to hazard a guess.
Matt sighed and let his head fall back against the wall he'd been leaning on, closing his eyes behind the red lenses of his glasses, grip loosening slightly on his cane. He'd been people-watching just outside the conference room the panel had been held in since it had ended an hour before. There hadn't been anything better to do, and no one had come up to speak with him yet today. He'd left Foggy and Karen back at the office, telling them someone needed to stay behind in case a client came calling, that he could handle three days in Boston. He half-wished he'd at least brought his partner along, but it was better to handle this alone. He'd caused his friend enough trouble with his night-job as it was.
He'd heard his alias come up a few times since things had gotten underway the day before, and a couple times in the last hour alone. He'd known it would have to, the moment any talk of regulating vigilante-types came up. Of course, it wasn't like he could chime in with his own opinion about Daredevil, as biased as he was. A smirk fell on his lips and a small chuckle escaped him as he thought of explaining his defense as 'playing Devil's advocate', but he doubted the pun would go over well with most of the others.
Especially the prosecutors.
Matt's thoughts were broken and his attention focused as he caught a familiar scent. He'd caught it the day before at check-in, and again earlier that morning before the panel had started. Something tugged at the back of his mind, telling him he recognized it from somewhere else. It took him a moment to remember where.
"Can't say I expected to see you here."