Felicity rushed through the door of the bar. Catching her breath, she attempted to look inconspicuous; most of the people ignored her. Walking up to the bar, she ordered glass of red wine. The bar tender raised an eyebrow suspiciously, but didn't card her. While waiting for her drink, she looked around. There was no one sitting at the bar except a man in sunglasses (which was strange considering the bar was dark), and an old lady. Grinning, she began to relax; there was no way he'd find her now.

A group of men in the corner began leering at her. Nervous, she turned her back on them, but it was too late; the largest of the group had seen she'd noticed them and was getting up to come talk to her.

"Please don't come over here, please don't come over here." She begged under her breath.

"Excuse me, Ms." The man in the sunglasses was standing next to her. "Are you alright?" She looked him over, he seemed nice, but you could never really be sure. She was regretting having lost her tail in Hell's Kitchen, but it was one part of the city that her father wasn't familiar with and that he thought she wouldn't be brave enough to go into. The man in front of her had dark, parted hair. The tinted glasses, she realized as she caught sight of the white cane he was holding, weren't a fashion statement; he was blind.

"It's just that you were breathing loudly." The man continued. He actually looked nervous. "And you…um you sounded kinda scared when you ordered."

"I'm hiding from someone." Felicity admitted. The man raised an eyebrow.

"Ex boyfriend?" He asked.

"No, my dad." Felicity sighed. "He's…it's complicated."

"Ah, let me guess," The man smiled. "Mob boss?"

"No." Felicity giggled.

"He's a king, and he's trying to force you into some kind of arranged marriage."

"Nope." Felicity said.

"Are you sure?" He asked, teasingly.

"Very sure, though he might like you referring to him as a king." She rolled her eyes.

"Do you mind if I hide with you?" The man asked. "I'm supposed to be meeting a friend, but he ditched me to go have a study session with this girl in his Punjabi class."

"Punjabi?" Felicity chuckled. "That's…an interesting language choice."

"He only took the class because he wanted to be close to her." The man sat on the stool next to her. "I'm Matt, by the way, Matt Murdock."

"Felicity St-" She stopped and coughed. "Felicity."

"Well, Felicity, what brings a girl like you into a Hell's Kitchen dive bar?"

Felicity groaned. "It is that obvious that I'm not from around here?"

"A blind man could see it." Matt said. Felicity giggled. Matt titled his head and listened to her. Smiling he said, "most people wouldn't laugh at that because they're afraid of offending me."

"Well I often say and do offensive things, without meaning to. Well not offensive so much as inappropriate and grounds for a sexual harassment suit." Felicity flushed.

"I'm in law school so if you ever need a lawyer… well wait until after I've passed the bar to say something really offensive."

"Where are you going to school?" Felicity asked.

"Columbia."

Felicity gave an appreciative nod, then mentally kicked herself as she realized he hadn't seen it. "That's really impressive."

"How about you? What do you do when you're not busy saying inappropriate things?"

"I'm studying computer science at MIT."

"See, now that's impressive; I'm horrible with computers." Matt grinned. "I just can't seem to make the screen work."

Felicity was seized with another fit of giggles. "It…I was supposed to laugh at that right?" She said.

Matt nodded. "So, are you originally from Boston?"

"No, I'm only there for school. I grew up in Vegas. I'm here because my dad's looking at a possible business opportunity and he asked…well, ordered me to spend some father daughter time with him." She bit her lip, talking to Matt had managed to take her mind off why she was hiding in the bar in the first place, but now she felt a twinge of nervousness. He's not going to find you, she told herself. Turning her attention back to Matt, she smiled. "So, do you usually talk to strange women in bars?"

"Only if they're pretty." Matt said, "Actually…there was a man who was sitting in the corner and I heard him and his friends say some…less than polite things and what they wanted to do to you."

Felicity shuddered as she glanced at the group of men in the corner. They appeared angry, but didn't approach her.

"Thanks for the rescue."

"You shouldn't be walking around Hell's Kitchen alone, especially this late." Matt said. "It's not- "

"Love is dead." A voice interrupted. "Women are creatures from another planet and my diplomatic relations with them have been terminated." A man with long hair sat on the seat next to Matt. "Barkeep, your finest tequila…actually just give me your cheapest."

Matt's expression changed into one of amused exasperation. "This is Foggy Nelson." He smirked. "How did your study session go?"

"She's in love with someone else." Foggy grumbled.

"What's his name?" Matt teased.

Foggy shot Matt a disgruntled look before saying, "Maria."

Felicity stifled a giggle. Foggy turned to look at her with interest. "And you are?" He asked.

"Nuh uh." Matt said. "You terminated all diplomatic relations with her people."

"Well." Foggy got an impish grin. "I did see her first."

Matt hit him with his cane.

"I'm Felicity." Felicity held out her hand and smiled.

"Ah, happiness; just what I was missing in my life." Foggy took her hand and gave it a kiss. "How is it that no matter where Matt goes, he always finds himself the most beautiful woman in the place?"

"I've got an eye for these things." Matt snarked.

"Do you have a last name, milady?" Foggy asked.

"It's a secret." Matt said. "She's hiding from her evil father."

"I guess that explains what you're doing here." Foggy gestured to their surroundings.

"Am I really that obvious?" Felicity asked.

"Yes." Matt and Foggy said simultaneously. Felicity snorted.

"Well, Ms. Felicity of no last name, this tequila isn't going to drink itself." Foggy waved the bottle the bartender handed him. "Join me in my misery?"

Felicity was about to agree when the door of the bar burst open. She froze at the sight of the man who entered.

"Oh crap." She whispered.

Foggy turned. "Is that –?"

"Felicity Meghan Smoak-Stark" Tony Stark came over and crossed his arms. Felicity buried her face in her arms on the bar.

"Stark?" Matt asked Felicity.

"Yes," she said weakly.

"She's leaving." Tony growled. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"That my idea of quality family time doesn't involve hanging out with Pepper and Uncle Rhodey while you go off with the flame of the hour to brag about the size of your missiles." Felicity spat.

She felt a sense of satisfaction at the momentary flash of guilt on her father's face. Then his expression changed.

"As adorable as this act of rebellion is, you're going home." He all but dragged her from the bar. The last thing she saw before she was blinded by the flash of paparazzi cameras, was the bewildered expressions on Matt and Foggy's faces. Covering her face she walked straight into

the limo. Sliding in, she came face to face with a very disappointed Pepper and an exasperated Rhodey. Tony came in after her and crossed his arms. "Anything to say for yourself?"

"Those in glass houses shouldn't throw Jericho missiles." Felicity hissed.

Tony groaned. "Not this again."

"Yes, this again." Felicity said. "I'm not working for Stark industries, and you better get used to it."

Tony looked over at Pepper. "Talk to her."

"Respectfully, Mr. Stark, this is something you need to handle yourself."

Felicity threw Pepper a grateful smile. She'd discussed her reasons for refusing to work at her father's company with his executive assistant. Pepper agreed with her, and had tried to get her father to listen.

Tony shook his head. "What do I even pay you for? You're fired."

"That's the third time this week Mr. Stark." Pepper said, amused.

"She knows all your account numbers and passwords, dad." Felicity rolled her eyes. "You fire her, she takes everything and I'll make sure the transaction's untraceable."

Tony bit his lip. "Pepper, you're rehired on a probationary basis." He frowned to Felicity. "We'll continue this discussion when I get back from that business deal in Afghanistan."

"Tony Stark's daughter." Foggy said. "That was Tony Stark's daughter." He frowned. "Wait…Tony Stark has a daughter?"

"Apparently." Matt said. He could still smell Felicity's shampoo and the feel of her hands; soft with smooth finger tips, probably from the frequency she used her computer. Her voice had been practically musical

"Tell me you used that Murdock charm to get her number." Foggy said, snapping Matt out of his recollection. Matt shook his head. "Aaaargh." Foggy groaned.

"Maybe you should have asked her in Punjabi." Matt suggested, trying to fight his disappointment. "I hear girls are really into that."

"Just shut up and drink your tequila." Foggy muttered. "We're probably never going to see her again."