Betty Brant of the Daily Bugle sat on her bed in her faded Hello Kitty PJs. The laptop in her lap acted as a very efficient light source in her pitch black dark room. Her computer screen was open to a web page that she never wanted to admit to anyone that she had finally given in to. A dating website. A very popular one. She looked at the screen that was asking for information to make her profile. Hanging her head in defeat she began to type.

Hair: Brown; Eyes:Brown; Height: Around 5 ft; Weight: Around 130 lbs; Race:White; Gender:Female; Looking For:Male.

Well, that was the easy part. Now she just had to fill in her personality, what kind of man she was looking for, and add pictures. A LOT of pictures. The more information the better. What? She was desperate! Ned had died about a year back, and she was trying to find another man that would fit in her life. Problem is, life doesn't just point you to the right guy. So she was trying a new approach.

Personality:

I like to believe I am kind, trusting, and loving. I work as a secretary at the Daily Bugle in Manhattan, New York. I am a hard worker and am just looking for a man to settle down with. I dream of having a house all to ourselves when we are married and having children (two AT LEAST) and maybe a dog. No cats. I'm allergic. I suppose you could always get a fur-less cat, but those are kinda ugly.

Actually, maybe those last three sentences where best left unsaid Betty thought as she quickly deleted them and moved onto the "Looking For" section.

Looking For:

A man that will follow his dreams along with helping me with mine. Enough said. Oh, and he needs to be able to protect me, so being a little strong wouldn't hurt. Oh, and cute. He has to be cute.

Perfect! She smiled and cracked her knuckles. This wasn't too bad actually! Now just to add pictures. She opened her folder labelled "Selfies" on her computer. What? One can never be too prepared. She added one of her petting a dog, one of her working, one of her on a roller coaster (she had to show people that she was a fun loving girl), one of her cooking, and one of her with her brother. She stared at the last picture longingly. Oh, how she missed him. She couldn't believe he had been taken from her, and life, so soon. How long had it been since he had been shot? Three years? Wow. She quickly shook her head to get the "I'm getting old" feeling out of it, and kept typing.

Betty yawned and looked at the clock. Three AM. She had been up all night finishing her profile. Putting her laptop down on her desk, she kept it open in case she got a message, she quickly made her way under her blankets and closed her eyes. Just when she was falling asleep she heard a *ding* noise. She crinkled her nose and pulled the blankets over her head. The noise came again, louder this time. She pulled the blanket off her face to glare at her computer when she saw that a message that lit up the whole screen. YOU HAVE A MATCH. Suddenly feeling like she had drank a whole case of Red Bull, she jumped up and grabbed her computer off her desk. On the screen it had a username of the (hopefully) man of her dreams.

user: jackieblackiehasgotalackie

Odd username... but beggars aren't choosers I suppose. Apparently he had followed her (hence the blip on her screen) and he had also messaged her. After a mini panic attack, she clicked on her messages screen.

jackieblackiehasgotalackie - Hello there cutey!

Eep! He called her a cutey! What should she say? She quickly typed a reply.

bbrantwifeymaterial - Not so bad urself

It was true. He was quite a looker from his profile. He looked a lot like someone she knew though. Maybe she had met him before? She would ask.

bbrantwifeymaterial - Hey have i met u somewhere b4?

It didn't take long for him to message back.

jackieblackiehasgotalackie - Idk but i think i knew your bro. We worked 2gether

Wow! He knew my brother?! That's amazing! It would also explain why he looked familiar, her brother did talk about work a lot. You know, when he was alive. But this was good. They already have something, er someone, in common! Maybe this is fate? Another message came up on her screen.

jackieblackiehasgotalackie - Hey do u believe in fate?

Betty gasped. Her hands trembled as she typed.

bbrantwifeymaterial - Idk do u?

She gnawed at her lip in worry as she saw him typing. What would he say? Would he reject her? Would he agree with her? Would this be the man she fell in love with? Would this be true love? Man, now even she realized how desperate she sounded. She heard a *ding* and looked at her screen.

jackieblackiehasgotalackie - Well i found u didnt i?

Betty felt her face burn red. Oh. Oh, this guy was good. He quickly messaged again.

jackieblackiehasgotalackie - Hey ik this is prob weird but i was wondering if we could meet somewhere? Maybe soon? We could just talk about work, random stuff, maybe even about ur brother. Stuff like that. It doesnt have to b a date or anything. Not yet that is.

Yup. She was officially internally screaming. He wanted to meet up? Already? What if this is some creep? No, no. This guy knew that the guy in that picture was her brother, so he did know him. And if he was a creep her brother NEVER would have hung out with him. He hated guys like that. Killers? Sure. Thiefs? Sure. Creeps? Nope. That was probably one of the reasons he ended up at the business end of a bad guy's gun. Shaking her head once more to rid herself of these thoughts, she typed her reply without thinking much more about it.

bbrantwifeymaterial - Sure. Y not?