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Previously...

"I'm sorry I ran into you, I can't really see where I'm going," he gave me an easy smile laced with sarcasm as he gestured to his dark glasses and continued "I'm Mathew Murdock" he said offering me his hand not holding his cain to shake.

I took a deep breath and said "Hello, I'm Cora Conan and I'm sorry for bumping into you" hoping my voice didn't sound to funny, and by the surprised look on his face I would have to say it did, damn.

His mouth was slightly agape as he took in the information given to him. It was like he couldn't believe that he was taking to someone who couldn't hear him. I wasn't really surprised, it was a common reaction to my condition.

I coughed lightly and tired to politely excuse myself. "I'll just be going now, it was nice to meet you Mr. Murdock" I said, and I cringed knowing I butchered the pronunciation of his name. It is not easy to pronounce something I had just lip read once. I attempted to slide past on his right with my chin down toward the ground trying not to draw anymore attention to myself than I already had. It was just my luck that I was knocked onto my butt... again. 'Cora you screw up, you are deaf! Get your eyes out of the ground!' I mentally berated myself.

I rolled off my back and onto all fours, trying to catch my breath after having it knocked from me a second time. 'Idiot, it's your own fault'.I looked at the worn brown leather shoes connected to charcoal dress pants in front of my face, they smelled of cheap carpet, and some sort of an office building, correction, an old dusty office building, previously abandoned due to construction, so this man worked close to ground zero of the Avengers digs his brown leather covered toes into the ground and runs his hand through his hair again. He smells, not bad, most likely something like old spice, and very strong. He also has a nice voice, from what I can tell. All voices feel different against my skin, his is like a hand knitted blanket made by a grandmother. Very familiar, and oddly comforting. Reminds me of my days at Hell's Kitchen High.

I pushed myself from the ground and raised up to my full intimidating 65 inch height. I brushed off my sweater dress trying to clear away filth that probably only I could see. I then noticed that the man whom I bumped into was talking to me, and judging by the sound waves, he was rapidly babbling out an apology. I looked up to his face to try and calm him down and take the blame for the run in like I was taught to do as a young girl. He is talking down to his shoes, making rapid hand gestures and running his hands through his shaggy blonde hair. He is a bit on the heavy side, but it fit him, it fills his salmon dress shirt up nicely.

As I was contemplating this he looked up and met my eyes.

"Foggy? Franklin Nelson is that you?" I ask out loud. I know I sound odd, but I was so surprised by the sight of him that the words tumbled from my mouth before my hands could catch up and sign something. His eyes got comically large and his mouth stared flapping open like an oxygen deprived fish. Then suddenly his face broke into a huge smile that was so bright it almost made my eyes water.

"Cora? No way, I haven't seen you since high school! You look good, actually better than good, the last time I saw you, you were as big as I am!" Foggy pulled me into a hug and I could feel him wholeheartedly laughing against me. I wish I could have hugged him back, but his larger form and longer arms had pinned mine down to my sides.

After about 10 seconds I felt 2 sharp sound waves hit me. They were what I knew and understood to be coughs. The Matthew person was trying to break the hug apart. Foggy loosened his grip on me and then stepped back to stand next to the first person I bumped into. Mathew cleared his throat again. Foggy stepped back and threw his right arm around Mathew while rubbing the back of his neck with his left hand.

"Um, ya Matt, this is my old friend Cora. We went to high school together. She is the one that actually turned me towards law in the first place." He explained awkwardly. "Speaking of law, what are you doing here anyway? The last time I heard, you were going to New York City to become a big shot lawyer! What happened to that?"

'Of course that is the first thing he would bring up. Why not get my failures out into the open at the start' I bitterly though. "Ummm Foggy, that didn't really work out, not many people want to hire a ... hire a... a deaf person. They want to have a perfect lawyer, not someone who the jury will laugh at as they give a closing statement. I actually just quit my job here, Mr. Johnson is an ass, not the boss I want and I know I can do better. Enough about me though, how are you? Last I heard from you, you had just graduated summa cum laude and were being recruited by the best law firm in Hell's Kitchen. How is that going for you?"

His smile dropped slowly and his heart rate decelerated as my speech went on. I had unintentionally upset him 'Damn'.

"I actually turned down the employment from the other firm, me and old Matty here are starting our own. We are on our way to the building we plan on renting out now. Why don't you come with us? We can always use a fresh pair of eyes... Sorry Matt." He grinned in a good humored way. "Not to mention a woman's point of view is always appreciated, and who knows, you may fall In love with it enough that you have to work for us!"

I laughed heartily, that would never happen. "I'll come and see it with you, but it's a solid no on the working for you Foggy, you can only dream of having me work with your lazy ass." I said, and winked at him and sashaying my hips a little. It was good to have this pick me up after suck a bad day at work. I could tell me joking was making him feel better too, his heart rate had picked up and he was respirating at a slightly above average rate.

"Well come on let's go!" He smiled and grabbed my arm to lead me to the new building he and his odd dark haired friend Matthew want to rent.

I could feel Matt laugh behind us. I stopped and turned to look at him. I read his lips as he said "The building is that way" I blush lightly and look to Foggy to see him laughing and roll his eyes at his blind friend. I guess this really was a case of the blind leading the deaf.

AN: I'm so sorry about the lack of new chapter in... Ever I guess, but one is coming! finishing touches and all. For now enjoy this newly edited chapter, it looks better I believe. -HannahAlpha