"Give me a minute, Buck," Amelia mumbled to her dog as she threw the covers off of her face and twirled her body to the side, so she was now facing her wooden bedside table. She sighed quietly when she noticed the silver chain that held two rings. One was a greenish blue color that was a family ring from her past life, and the other one was a simple engagement ring from her dead fiance that she had gotten during her tour in Afghanistan over ten years ago.
However, that part of her life was all in the past. She changed her ways four years ago and got her life on a good track, thanks to the one and only Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff. "What time is it?" Amelia questioned out loud as she moved her eyes towards the ceiling instead of looking at the two things that connected her to her old life.
"It is nine twenty five in the morning, Ms. Mansfield," the familiar voice of the artificial intelligence, J.A.R.V.I.S., answered with his calming but loud tone.
Amelia's green eyes instantly widened at the answer she received before she swiftly threw the covers off of her body and jumped right out of the bed while she exclaimed under her breath, "no, no, no. I can't be late today!"
Amelia had barely shoved her loosely fitted gray shorts down her muscular thighs and slipped on a black knee length pencil skirt before she heard her cell phone ringing loudly throughout her bedroom. Amelia quickly rushed towards her bed while she zipped up her skirt before she grabbed the device and slid right on the touch screen as she already knew who was calling her. "Fog, I swear I'm on my way," Amelia promised as she rushed over to her dresser and slipped on her rose gold Rolex that she had gotten as a graduation present when she had finished Columbia Law School.
"Are you sure about that?" Foggy Nelson questioned with amusement in his voice, "if that is true, then why do I hear the Law and Order theme song and your dog barking?"
Amelia rolled her eyes at the brunette on the phone before she glanced over at her husky, who was staring at her while he barked. The brunette woman sighed lightly before she headed towards the kitchen with her loyal companion following closely behind her. "Alright, I'm a little late," Amelia confessed as she held her cell phone between her right shoulder and ear while she poured food into the small red bowl for her very hungry and spoiled dog.
"I swear, between you and Matt, I don't know how you guys have ever survived life," Foggy commented with a small chuckle.
Once Amelia had fed her dog, Bucky, she fast walked back into her bedroom and made her way towards her large walk-in closet. She took off the blue New York Yankees shirt and switched it for a blue silk blouse. Amelia then tucked the top into her black skirt before she muttered into her cell phone, "I'm not that late, Franklin." She glanced down at her wrist before she continued, "I still have at least twenty-five minutes until we have to meet the realtor."
"Actually, you have five minutes," Foggy corrected the brunette in a guilty voice. "You and I are going to bribe a cop first," he explained before he complained with a groan, "and please don't start calling me Franklin again. You know I hate it."
Amelia ignored her friend's complaining about his name. She had heard it all through law school and she didn't plan on stopping now. Instead, Amelia told Foggy, "Brett is going to kick your ass someday."
"Oh, please," Foggy muttered carelessly before he stated, "that is why I'm bringing you. Brett likes you."
"That's because I don't bring his mom cigars," Amelia corrected Foggy as she slipped a pair of black heels over her feet before she spotted a pink box on the ground. She remembered she had received it yesterday but never gotten around to opening it. So Amelia grabbed the box off of her carpet and carried it with her as she made her way into the living room. She sat on her couch and placed the box onto the coffee table along with her cell phone after she had placed it on speakerphone.
Amelia then opened the pink box and pulled out a black leather purse, that was surprisingly heavy. She smiled in appreciation as she was used to getting presents lately after graduating law school. However, as she was looking over the purse, a small piece of paper inside the pink box caught her attention. Amelia sat the purse aside before she opened the small note and began to read -
I hope you like your gift and good luck on your first day as a lawyer!
xoxo P.P.
Amelia shook her head with a small smile before she opened the purse and noticed that it was filled with everything she would need. A matching leather wallet, a hair brush, a small bag of her favorite makeup, a set of pens, and a couple of notepads. However, Amelia soon noticed that there was something else inside that she didn't recognize. It was a black case. She pulled the case out of her purse and noticed a red and black spider on top that looked very familiar. Amelia then slowly opened the case before she rolled her eyes immediately when she noticed a .45 caliber handgun along with another piece of paper.
BADASS LAWYER [✓]
ALIEN FIGHTER [✓]
S.H.I.E.L.D. AGENT [?]
"AMELIA!" Foggy shouted which caused the brunette to jump out of her thoughts along with almost dropping the loaded weapon. "Did you fall asleep again?" Foggy questioned with annoyance ringing throughout his voice.
"No, I'm on my way, Foggy," Amelia told the brunette lawyer before she quickly pushed the weapon into her purse. She then slipped the black purse over her right shoulder before she jogged out of her large apartment and headed out for the day.
"Well, hurry," Foggy ordered before he exclaimed in a singing voice, "or your favorite lawyer and best friend is going to give your coffee from your favorite shop to the next person I see that just so happens to be right outside your fancy apartment building."
"Oh? Is Matty with you?" Amelia questioned teasingly as she gave an elder woman, Mrs. Jackson, a small wave and a smile before she exited the building and instantly spotted the long haired man, who was holding two coffee cups and a pink bag.
"I hate you," Foggy told his female friend once Amelia was standing directly in front of him before he ended their pointless call and slipped his cell phone into the pocket of his eighty nine dollar navy blue suit.
Amelia grabbed her caramel macchiato with a shot of espresso from the styrofoam container before she uttered with a cheeky smile, "you know you love me, Fog." She then took a large sip of the one thing that keeps her awake before she pointed her head down to the pink bag and commented teasingly, "I didn't know you were going for a new fashion statement, Franklin. But I like it."
Foggy rolled his eyes before he explained as they began to walk down the busy streets of New York, "it's for Bess."
Amelia shook her head with a small chuckle before she told the brunette man, "if Brett wants to kick your ass this time for giving Mrs. Mahoney cigars, then I'm just gonna sit back and watch."
"Hey! It's not my fault the woman knows her cigars," Foggy exclaimed as he defended himself before he added, "besides, we need him if we're ever going to get any cases for the firm."
"Speaking of the firm, have you woken sleeping beauty yet?" Amelia wondered. Matt Murdock, the third lawyer in their tight knitted group, was very notorious for being late. Amelia guessed it was because of his loss of sight. However, she swore Matt is faster and has better balance than she and Foggy combined.
The brunette man shook his head as he took his cell phone back out of his suit pocket and stated, "I was just about to do that," before he mumbled, "God knows I have to be the alarm clock for two grown adults."
"Don't act like I've never pulled you away from the bar while you were drunk off your ass and took care of you," Amelia countered with a chuckle before she grabbed Foggy's hand and pressed the speakerphone button before she let go and listened to the dial tone.
Foggy rolled his eyes before he heard the sound of their sleepy best friend mumble out a small hello. "Good morning, sunshine!" Foggy exclaimed obnoxiously loud.
"What time is it?" Matt questioned tiredly from the other end of the phone.
"Half pass get the hell up," Foggy told his fellow lawyer before he ordered, "let's go. We gotta meet the real estate agent in twenty."
The line went dead silent for a moment before there was a distinct sound of someone moaning, and not even a second later, Foggy was in interrogation mode as he fired out questions, "what was that? Was that a moan? Do you have somebody in bed with you?" Foggy then paused as he thought before he continued with the questions like the true lawyer he is, "the paralegal? Is it the para over at, never, I don't want to hear about it." Foggy shook his head before he changed his mind once again and asked like he was apart of a gossip magazine, "no, I do want to hear about it! What was she like?"
"Violent," Matt mumbled tensely.
Foggy shook his head in disbelief before he stated, "I gotta get the blind thing going. It's so unfair."
"Seriously, Fog," Amelia uttered with a small chuckle, "you definitely need new moves if you want to act like your blind to pick up women, my friend."
"A-Amy! H-Hi!" Matt exclaimed embarrassingly that he had listened to Foggy talk on and on about the nonexistent paralegal while the brunette woman was listening to the whole conversation. Matt definitely needed to have a little talk with his male best friend. He felt like an ass. She probably thinks I'm a player and bad at sex, Matt thought.
"Good morning to you too, Matty," Amelia greeted with a small chuckle.
"As much as I would love to listen to this amazing conversation with an embarrassed Matthew Murdock," Foggy interrupted with a sarcastic tone before he told the aforementioned lawyer, "but we have a cop to bribe."
"Ah, Foggy," Matt trailed off awkwardly when he heard the criminal act in his friend's statement.
"Kidding, NSA, if you're listening," Foggy exclaimed loudly as if the large government company was recording every word he was saying. "But seriously," Foggy continued as he told Matt, "we gotta go bribe a cop."
"Don't worry, Matty. I'll keep him in line," Amelia assured the man on the phone before Foggy swiftly ended the call.
"Keep me in line?" Foggy questioned in disbelief as he slipped his cell phone back into his suit pocket. "Why would I need to be watched?" He wondered as his brows furrowed in confusion.
Amelia rolled her eyes as she questioned right back, "did you not hear what just came out of your mouth, Franklin?" She chuckled before she stated very slowly so Foggy would understand, "you're bribing an office of the law. You know, that thing we swore to abide by."
Foggy only shrugged his shoulders carelessly before he suddenly countered, "well, you are too!" He pointed his finger at Amelia with his eyes narrowed as he continued, "maybe you are the one that needs to be watched."
"I'm not the one bribing with cigars," Amelia stated before she added with a smirk, "I'm just an innocent bystander walking down the street." However, before Foggy could even open his mouth to argue, the brunette woman spotted the police officer that they needed to have a chat with. "Brett," Amelia greeted the brown eyed man with a bright smile. "It's so good to see you again," she expressed once the police officer brought her into a tight hug.
"It has been a while," Brett Mahoney commented before he informed the new lawyer once he greeted her with a small hello, "Mama's been wondering when you'd be coming to dinner again." Out of the three lawyers, Amelia has always been Brett's favorite, despite basically growing up with Franklin "Foggy" Nelson. After Amelia and Brett pulled away from their embrace, the officer faced the male lawyer with a light glare as he uttered boredly, "officer of the law. Defense attorney. We're supposed to be enemies."
"Why don't you ever greet Amelia in this hostile way you got going on right now?" Foggy complained as he pointed his finger between his fellow lawyer and the man he knew from his childhood.
"Amelia doesn't get on my nerves every second of the day like you do, Nelson," Brett told the male lawyer as he crossed his large and muscular arms over his chest.
"Good point," Foggy mumbled before he shook his head and stated, "besides, we've been enemies since we were four, Brett, so let's not blame it on career choices." Foggy then got serious as he began to try to convince Brett to help them out as he explained, "also, I'm not a particularly good defense attorney, so helping us is like helping yourself."
Brett glanced over at the brunette woman before he turned back to Foggy with a raised eyebrow as he questioned, "so, are you saying Amy isn't a good defense attorney either, then? Because if you are, I'm going to have to kick your ass like I did on the school yard." Brett had always been protective over Amelia ever since he met her in Josie's four years ago, where they became fast friends.
"Give him the bag. Give him the bag," Amelia told Foggy hurriedly as she knew the police officer was dead serious. She had always been close to the Mahoney family ever since she started law school and became friends with Matt and Foggy, and from there; she started going to Hell's Kitchen frequently and met Brett.
"Oh!" Foggy yelped as his eyes widened before he quickly pushed the pink bag into the police officer's chest and informed him, "these are for Bess!"
The brown eyed officer of the law glanced between the two defense attorneys before he took a quick peek into the pink bag. He shook his head once he realized what it was before he looked up at Foggy and pleaded in annoyance, "please stop giving my mom cigars."
"I told you," Amelia sung teasingly in a small whisper to her fellow lawyer. She knew Brett would have something to say about the cigars, especially since they are for his elder mom.
"What?" Foggy questioned innocently before he told both Amelia and Brett, "she'll outlive us all." Once he realized the police officer wasn't going to hit him for giving his mom cigars, Foggy began his speech he had been preparing all morning, "look, I'm not asking you to do anything immoral. Just give us a heads up if something, you know, interesting walks through the door."
Brett stared at the male lawyer for a moment before he stated irritatedly, "you're right. It ain't the careers."
"Thanks, buddy!" Foggy cheered as he fist pumped in the middle of the New York streets in excitement for their potential first client.
Amelia shook her head with a small chuckle before she pulled the police officer into a hug and praised in a whisper, "thank you for this. I owe you one."
"You can start by coming over tonight for Mama's homemade chili," Brett told the brunette woman with a small smile before he turned around and began to make his way through the busy streets to protect the city.
"How in the world do you do that?" Foggy questioned in astonishment. "You haven't even known him that long!" He complained with a pout.
Amelia shrugged her shoulders lightly as she and Foggy turned around and began to walk down 50th street to the office space they were hoping to rent out. "I'm just a lovable person, Nelson," she explained with a smirk.
"W-What?" Foggy gasped with his eyes widened as he instantly paused in his step along with ignoring all the angry people that walked around him. "I'm a people person!" He shouted before he quickly jogged to catch up with the giggling and equally as amused woman.
It was another twenty minutes before Amelia Mansfield and Foggy Nelson were welcomed into a gray building by the blonde realtor to look at their potential office space. Amelia already didn't like the woman since she was late when she had specifically told them a few days ago that she would leave if they weren't on time. But Amelia kept her mouth shut as she knew Foggy and Matt really liked the space.
"You've got a reception area, a conference room and three offices," the realtor told Amelia and Foggy as they slowly moved around the pale green office space. "Corner suite has a view of the Hudson," she added before she turned to face the two lawyers and uttered in amusement, "you two can flip a coin to see who gets it."
"Actually, there is thre-" Foggy began to tell the blonde woman but was soon interrupted by the third lawyer in their newly built firm.
"Amelia will be having the corner suite," Matt Murdock stated loudly in an easy tone as he announced his arrival into the room. "I don't need a view and I don't think Foggy will mind," he explained.
Amelia watched in amusement as the realtor's pale face turned bright red before the blonde woman quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry." She shook her head as she tried to fix her mistake, "I didn't mean to-"
A small timid smile rose onto Matt's lips as he interrupted the woman's rambling and uttered politely, "of course not."
The realtor chuckled awkwardly before she decided to start over. "Susan Harris," she introduced herself in a strong and confident voice as she held her hand out to the partner she hadn't had the chance to meet, "Midtown Property Solutions."
The lawyer with the red sunglasses quietly sat his briefcase onto the ground next to his black shoes along with leaning his walking stick against the wall before he also introduced himself, "Matt Murdock."
Amelia walked over to the realtor and whispered into her ear before she moved across the room to stand next to Foggy, "he can't see your hand, sweetie."
Foggy stifled a laugh when he heard what Amelia had said before he told Matt with amusement clearly in his voice, "she just curtsied. It was adorable."
Matt chuckled lightly both at the brunette lawyer he calls his best friend and the nervous realtor before he commented to the blonde woman, "well, it's nice to know chivalry isn't dead." Matt then grabbed his walking stick from the wall and questioned like the polite Catholic boy he was, "Susan, would you mind walking me around the space?"
"Of course," the realtor quickly answered before her nude heels clanked against the plain gray linoleum floors as she made her way towards Matt's side and stated, "it would be my pleasure."
Foggy looked over at Amelia when the blonde woman focused all her attention on Matt before he pointed his fingers to his eyes as he mouthed, "blind."
Amelia rolled her eyes as her friend was trying to prove a point that he needed to try to act blind so he could pick up women. "No skills," Amelia mouthed to the brunette with a smirk which caused Foggy to roll his eyes right back at her.
"As I was telling your associates, the office was barely touched by the incident, which is why it's on the market already," Susan began to tell Matt as she slowly moved around the room with the blind man holding lightly onto her upper arm, "the neighbors weren't so lucky."
Amelia couldn't help the small smirk that rose to her pink lips, since she was apart of 'the incident'. Amelia liked to call it saving New York's ass from aliens and from the trickster; Loki. "Is that what everyone named it?" Amelia wondered curiously as she couldn't help herself, "shouldn't it to be called something more exciting when the Avengers saved us all?"
"You weren't even in the city," Foggy mumbled with an eye roll.
Oh, how wrong you are, Foggy Nelson, Amelia thought as she remembered every second of the destruction of New York while she was in the very center of it. However, Amelia had told Foggy and Matt that she was in Italy for spring break since it all took place during the short holiday they got during law school.
"Well, people in Hell's Kitchen wouldn't exactly call it saving when our city was almost wiped off the map because of what they did," Susan uttered with an attitude.
"I guess you got me there," Amelia uttered in amusement before she focused her green eyes out the window along with Foggy, who had joined her. She knew she shouldn't start anything with the realtor when they have been trying to find a decent office space in Hell's Kitchen for a while now. But it was the truth. When Loki tried to take over Earth, it did almost ruin every single building in Hell's Kitchen. Amelia got lucky, her unofficial adopted brother built a luxurious and advanced apartment building in the city, since she didn't want to move back to Manhattan.
"Owner figuring the delightful view of cranes and scaffolding?" Foggy questioned once he faced the realtor instead of the less than interesting view from the windows. He shook his head and stated, "feels like we're getting pre-incident prices."
"They are a quarter of what they used to be," Susan told the brunette man as she crossed her slim arms over her green and white polka dot blouse. "Hell's Kitchen's on the rebound, Mr. Nelson, and in eighteen months, you won't be able to rent a broom closet at this price," the realtor continued as she tried to convince the group of lawyers.
Amelia didn't enjoy the tone the woman had been using, so she decided to watch her sweat a little bit. She glanced down at her cell phone, like she was reading a message, before she looked up at Susan and stated, "well, you know, that's all good and well. But I just received a text message from Tony Stark, you know Iron Man, and he said a place just opened up that is three hundred less than this place and it just so happens to be Midtown Property's competition."
"U-Uh w-we can knock off three months rent and a hundred off from the recently agreed price," Susan quickly uttered as she flipped nervously through her paperwork. She couldn't allow Manhattan Discovery to take another one of her listings. They would go out of business and she would be out of a job!
"Perfect," Amelia praised with a condescending smile. She looked over at her fellow lawyers as she wondered, "so, what will it be, boys?"
"We'll take it," Matt told the realtor with a simple nod of his head while he grabbed a hold of Amelia's arm when she stopped next to him, before the two began to slowly walk out of the corner suite office.
Foggy chuckled awkwardly as he quickly followed after his two fellow lawyers, who appear to have no issue with the building, before he told Susan, "we will talk about it. Because we're not sure we can afford even this palace, unless we make som-"
"What our associate means is that we would love to rent out this lovely space," Amelia told the realtor with a charming smile as she interrupted Foggy and gave him a pointed look. They couldn't mess this up when every other office building in Hell's Kitchen was charging double than what they wanted to pay. Amelia did agree to pay more than half since her adopted brother always made sure she was taken care of and plus the money she had made in her past life, but Matt and Foggy both said it wouldn't be fair to her.
"No!" Foggy quickly yelped as he definitely didn't agree with Matt and Amelia, "we won't even be able to afford this place if we don't make some changes to our current clientele policies."
"Amelia, me, and our partner are having some disagreements over the direction of M.M.N. Associates," Matt stated before he pointed towards himself and Amelia as he explained, "we believe we're here to defend the innocent."
"And I believe the innocent includes everyone not yet convicted of a crime," Foggy emphasized his side before he shot his fellow lawyers a glare as he reminded them, "you know, as the law states."
Matt shrugged his shoulders lightly before he told the blonde realtor, who was in the center of the ranting conversation, "he tends to use fancy terminology."
"And my partners fail to recognize that as defense attorneys, we're never gonna be able to keep the lights on, waiting on a horde of innocent souls to stumble into our loving arms," Foggy stressed with a loud huff.
"Boys, we can agree to disagree right now, because I'd really like to have one client and we can't do that without an office," Amelia told Matt and Foggy before she turned to face the blonde realtor and clapped her hands as she uttered with a polite smile, "so, where do we need to sign?"
It was about five and a half hours later before Amelia and her two fellow lawyers were finally finished with moving desks, chairs, and file cabinets into M.M.N. Associates, their very own law firm. Amelia was extremely excited to have her own company with her best friends. It was a nice feeling of normalcy.
"We're finished up here, Ms. Mansfield," a member of the moving company called Manhattan Helpers told Amelia as he knocked on the door of her corner suite office.
Amelia looked up from where she was placing stacks of journals into her desk drawer and spotted Scott, who she had met plenty of times when she used to live at the Stark tower during law school. Tony would always use Manhattan Helpers when he or Pepper were buying and moving things. Amelia grabbed a fifty dollar from her wallet before she handed it to the man as she praised, "thank you so much, Scott."
Scott took the cash silently with the nod of his head before he suddenly remembered something. "Oh, by the way. My boss said there is a package for you inside of the filing cabinet," he informed the brunette lawyer.
Amelia's brows furrowed in confusion as she questioned, "who's it from?" She didn't even know who would put something in her things when she barely hired Manhattan Helpers only a few hours ago.
Scott grabbed a scrunched up piece of paper from the back pocket of his jeans before he read the horribly written note, "boss said it's from a, uh, Mr. Zeppelin."
Amelia mentally rolled her eyes. Of course it would be him. He definitely was obvious with the name Mr. Zeppelin, after the rock and roll band, Led Zeppelin. Amelia focused back on the man in front of her as she gave him a tiny smile and uttered, "thanks again for the help today, Scott."
Scott tipped his old gray hat and stated, "my pleasure," before he turned around and made his way out of the building to his men.
Once the door was closed behind the mover, Amelia went towards her black filing cabinet and opened it, where she noticed a red and black box. She then lifted the lightweight box and carefully sat it onto her desk. Amelia thought about opening the container, but remembered who it was from, so she decided to close her blinds encase something extravagant was inside.
Amelia slowly lifted the lid of the box once she made sure no one could see inside of her office before she furrowed her brows as she noticed it was just a small crystal globe of the world. Amelia placed the globe onto her desk with a twitch of her head before her finger accidentally pressed onto the top of the globe and not even a second later, a bright blue light began to shine onto the pale green wall.
"J.A.R.V.I.S.?" Amelia whispered as she recognized the bright blue hologram from her time in Manhattan and in her home.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Mansfield," the artificial intelligence greeted the brunette woman in his familiar calming voice.
However, before Amelia had the chance to ask J.A.R.V.I.S. another question, she was soon interrupted by her cell phone ringing inside of her black leather purse. She quickly pulled the device out and answered it as she could already guess who was calling her. "Seriously, a globe, Mr. Zeppelin?" Amelia questioned in amusement as she took a seat at her desk.
"Well, you wouldn't take the Stark phone and I can't install my programming into your office since you made the stupid rule of no one knowing that you know the awesome Tony Stark," the aforementioned man told the woman he saw as a sister.
Amelia sighed before she told Tony, "I want a normal life, you know that. Besides, you already have J.A.R.V.I.S. in my apartment that you built for me so I wouldn't have to live, like you put it, in a rat nested apartment in actual hell."
"Well, that's just stupid," Tony grumbled, "like it's stupid you don't just move back in with me and Pepper. You could get better and important clients!"
"It's Foggy and Matt's home, Tony," Amelia explained before she stated, "anyways, I don't want to be in the news like I would be if I worked in Manhattan." She glanced at her door before she whispered, "I don't need them finding me."
"You don't have to worry about them when you have the whole Avengers by your side," Tony assured the woman before he wondered, "why don't you just tell your nerd friends about you fighting in the great war of New York?" Tony boasted, "I would be bragging."
"You already do, Tony," Amelia told him with a small chuckle before she repeated her reason, "I just want a normal life." Amelia sat in silence for a moment as her fingertips brushed against the fabric of her new leather purse before she told the billionaire, "hey, tell Pepper that I love the purse and could you also tell Natasha to stop trying to recruit me."
"PEPPER! AMELIA LOVES THE PURSE YOU BOUGHT WITH MY MONEY!" Tony shouted to his strawberry blonde girlfriend before he told Amelia, "and you can tell Natasha yourself, because I may or may not have heard that she and a certain guy with one eye will be showing up for a visit soon."
"You gotta be fucking joking," Amelia muttered in annoyance. Ever since the Avengers came together to fight Loki, Director Fury has been trying to get Amelia to become an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. again, like she was during law school. However, that wasn't something she wanted to do anymore. Yeah, it was fun and exciting to save the world in a suit that Tony made, but she would rather be in the courtroom saving people that way.
"Language," a familiar voice suddenly spoke which caused Amelia to swiftly look up and noticed that Matt and Foggy were standing in front of her doorway. The brunette then quickly looked over at the globe and sighed in relief once she realized that J.A.R.V.I.S. had shut himself down.
"Listen, I have to go. Thank you for the congratulations, uncle Anthony," Amelia praised falsely as she knew she needed to end the phone call, so Amelia used the code words that she and Tony had came up with when she couldn't talk about certain Avenger things, which happens to be just Tony's full name.
"You are very welcome, young lady," Tony stated loudly with an obvious smirk on his face at the chance to embarrass Amelia, "dammit! I left my teeth in the-"
However, before Tony could finish his sentence, Amelia quickly ended the call. She faced her two best friends once she placed her phone down and apologized, "I'm sorry about that." She waved her hand carelessly as she explained, "it was just my mom's brother. He wanted to congratulate us on the new firm."
Matt nodded his head in understanding as he gave the brunette woman a gentle smile and said, "send my thanks."
"Enough about your old uncle," Foggy exclaimed before his face took shape like an excited toddler on Christmas morning as he asked the one question he had been waiting to ask for hours, "so, do you really have Iron Man's number?"
Amelia rolled her eyes before she uttered sarcastically, "oh, yeah. Totally, Foggy. He's my number one contact." Even though it was the truth, Amelia couldn't let them find out about her secret identity and that Tony Stark is basically her family.
Matt twitched his head to the side as he noted, "your heartbeat didn't rise," before he wondered curiously, "so, you do have Iron Man's number?"
Amelia glared at Matt, even though she knew he couldn't exactly see the look in her eyes. She always hated when he tried to listen to her heartbeat. "Don't use your hearing powers on me, Matthew," Amelia commanded before she told them with a sigh, "I don't have Iron Man's number. I just know how to control my heartbeat because of the Marines."
"WHAT!?" Both Matt and Foggy yelped at the shocking revelation of their best friend.
Amelia mentally cursed herself. She forgot she never told them about how she used to serve in the military. But that was something she wanted to keep in her past, which was connected to the old silver ring that was on the silver chain on her bedside table. Amelia decided she would lie, as bad as she hated to do it.
Amelia waved her hand in the air carelessly before she explained, "when I was getting my bachelor's degree in political science, I got the opportunity to watch and learn from the soldiers on how to be biased and show no emotion during the interview process." It wasn't a total lie, as she did learn that when she was stationed in Afghanistan.
The small office grew silent as Amelia waited impatiently for her best friends to say something - anything. She needed them to believe her or everything she and Tony had tried to keep under wraps would slowly begin to unravel. After another agonizing slow minute passed, Foggy finally spoke in a surprisingly excited tone, "you are so lucky! We are going to crush the courtroom with you by our side!"
Amelia held the sigh of relief she wanted to let go as she knew Matt was definitely focusing on her reactions right now, even though she told him not to. The Murdock lawyer had always been like that ever since Amelia met him at the beginning of law school.
"We certainly will if we ever get a client," Matt finally stated.
However, before either of the other two lawyers could utter a single word, the sound of a cell phone ringing ran through the small office. The brunette female realized it was her device, so she quickly grabbed it off her desk before she glanced down at the screen. Once she saw who was calling, Amelia gave her best friends a pleased smirk before she answered the call, "please tell you are about to be my savior right now."
The person on the other end of the phone, Brett Mahoney, chuckled wholeheartedly and stated, "I think I just might be," before he explained, "I got a homicide. Female suspect found at the scene. It definitely qualifies as interesting like you wanted."
Amelia nodded her head as she listened before she asked, "have they charged her?"
"Assistant DA hasn't made the call yet," Brett informed the brunette woman about what he had heard about the case.
The Mansfield woman decided that it could be interesting if they haven't even charged their suspect when she was at the scene of the crime. Amelia opened the drawer of her desk and swiftly grabbed a blue notepad and a black pen before she asked the police officer, "what's the name of the lucky gal?"
"Karen Page," Brett responded as he remembered the name of the blonde suspect.
Amelia wrote down the two words before she praised New York's finest with the nickname she had always called Brett since they became friends, "you are the best, Honey."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Brett mumbled before he told the lawyer, "I'll come find you so you can get the rest of the details." However, before Amelia could open her mouth to respond, Brett quickly added, "Mama's chili. Dinner. Tonight," before he swiftly ended the call.
Amelia chuckled lightly at her police officer friend as she knew she would have to show up now since he didn't give her a chance to say no to dinner at the Mahoney house. But she didn't mind. Amelia has always loved Bess. She was a sweet old woman, who always treated Amelia like her own.
The brunette woman then remembered the news she got when she felt the eyes of her friends drilling on the side of her head. Amelia quickly grabbed her notepad, turned it around, and slammed it onto her desk as she told her fellow lawyers, "we just got a client, gentlemen."
It was silent for a moment before Foggy exclaimed in disbelief, "holy shit." He looked into Amelia's green eyes with a large grin as he cheered, "hell yeah!" The whole office was then filled with sounds of excitement as the three lawyers laughed and celebrated that they would be getting their very first client for their newly made law firm of M.M.N. Associates.
Amelia walked with her head held high as she and her two best friends moved through all of the police officers, who glared at the three defense attorneys, to find their potential client. Amelia learned to act like you are the biggest badass in the room and you will always succeed. Well, really, that was just a thing her college roommate at Columbia would say, but it always made Amelia feel so powerful that she could conquer anything.
The three lawyers walked through the narrow hallway that belonged to the interrogation rooms, where Brett Mahoney easily handed Amelia the police report on the female suspect as he passed them. Amelia quickly slipped the brown folder into her black purse before the three lawyers continued their way down the dark hallway until they reached the interview room that Brett had texted her about; room four.
There outside of interview room four stood a straight edge detective that looked like he hasn't smiled in decades. "Mansfield. Murdock. Nelson," Amelia stated before she pointed her head towards the door with a raised eyebrow like she was waiting for the detective to challenge her.
The detective slowly looked Amelia's body up and down before he finally opened the door and walked through it without a single sound. The female lawyer rolled her eyes once the detective turned his back to them. However, Amelia is used to the looks when she's a strong woman challenging a man. It was just how society works.
"Okay, can we please take the handcuffs off the 110-pound woman?" Foggy questioned the two tall detectives with an annoyed huff once the three lawyers had walked through the metal door and spotted the tiny blonde woman with tears streaming down her pale face.
The emotionless detective, Christian Blake, ignored the brunette man's order as he faced the criminal and questioned, "Miss Page, can you tell me who these people are?"
Amelia slammed her black purse onto the metal table before she told the detective with a glare, "yeah, it's called we're her lawyers."
"Could you please uncuff our client and give us the room," Matt spoke politely while he lightly placed his hand on the lower part of Amelia's back and gave her blouse covered back two taps with his point finger. It was his way to warn her to control her emotions. He always thought she got too emotional with things, but in reality, it was just how Amelia dealt with arrogant men. She didn't serve in the Marines with a squad full of men just to be disrespected by one.
The dark haired detective stared at the blind lawyer for a moment before he grabbed the small silver key from the pocket of his suit. He then undid the tight handcuffs from around the blonde woman's hands that was chained to the ice cold table.
Amelia gave the man, or in her mind - the hard ass, a charming smile and praised, "thank you for your help, detective."
Once the large heavy door buzzed as it closed behind the arrogant detective and his silent partner, Foggy turned to Amelia and whispered as quietly as he could in the small room, "I think we already made an enemy in the police department."
Amelia rolled her eyes as she whispered back, "he's an ass. I was never going to like him." She didn't care that some detective didn't like her and she definitely wasn't going to act fake for that arrogant man.
Matt cleared his throat as he interrupted the conversation between his two best friends, even though Matt was amused by Amelia's attitude towards the detective, who really was an ass in Matt's opinion. "Miss Page, my name is Matt Murdock," he introduced himself before he added, "and these are my associates, Foggy Nelson and Amelia Mansfield." Matt pointed towards the table before questioning, "do you mind if we sit down?"
However, the blonde woman, Karen Page, only stared at the lawyer with glasses over his eyes as warm tears continued to stream down hers. Karen didn't know who to trust after what happened tonight. And now these strangers just suddenly pop up out of nowhere. So, Karen decided to stay silent. If she didn't say anything then she couldn't get into anymore trouble, right?
"She gave a vague shrug," Foggy whispered to Matt before he shrugged his shoulders himself as he commented, "I say we go with it."
The three lawyers decided to go with it, like Foggy suggested, and silently slid into the hard metal chairs across from the blonde suspect before Matt began to speak again, "we understand you're in some trouble. We, uh, may be able to help."
Amelia grabbed the folder Brett had gave her and the blue notepad from her purse along with a black pen before she questioned politely, "Miss Page, could you please explain to us what happened tonight?"
However, when the blonde woman still only stayed silent, Amelia decided to see if her facial expressions would give her away. Luckily, it only took the ex Marine about thirty seconds before she noticed the distrust that shined in the woman's blue eyes. Amelia realized that they needed to earn her trust before they could go any further.
Amelia gave the blonde woman a gentle smile and explained, "we just want to know your side of the story, so we can see if we can help you." She then opened the police report and found the deceased name. "A one Daniel Fisher was found in your apartment," Amelia told the woman as she started up the conversation to get Karen to open up.
"Who happens to be the victim of a homicide, and currently, you're the only suspect, Miss Page," Matt continued where is fellow lawyer left off as he tried to convince the woman to allow them to help her.
Karen looked between the three people in front of her for a moment before she questioned suspiciously, "who the hell are you guys?"
"We are the people who are trying to keep you from spending the rest of your young life in prison, Miss Page," Amelia told the suspect as she laced her fingers together on top of the police report.
"Who sent you?" Karen fired out another question as she narrowed her blue eyes in wariness.
"No one sent us," Matt answered simply.
"So, what?" Karen questioned in disbelief, "you're just a couple of good Samaritans? And today's just my lucky day?" She didn't believe that someone could just come help her without knowing something or wanting something. That wasn't how Hell's Kitchen worked.
"I bribed the desk sergeant with a box of cigars for his mom," Foggy told the blonde woman proudly.
"Not something you should admit to someone you want to save from jail time," Amelia muttered to her long haired friend.
"Our practice is relatively young, Miss Page, and we are aggressively pursuing new clientele," Matt explained as he felt that Karen was looking between his fellow associates with furrowed brows and they certainly didn't need to get off topic right now. They needed to hear what happened from her. However, Matt couldn't help himself as he told his male best friend, "you really gotta stop giving Bess cigars."
"That's what I keep telling him," Amelia told Matt before she added with a small smirk as she glanced over at Foggy, "Brett is going to kick his ass someday."
"She likes to smoke," Foggy exclaimed as he defended himself, "it's a free country."
"So, how long have you been practicing law?" Karen wondered as her blonde brows furrowed while she tried to keep up with the strange back and forth conversation between the three people that wanted to help her.
Matt stared straight ahead as he thought over the question before he asked his fellow associates in a small whisper, "what time is it?"
Amelia lifted her right hand up and glanced down at the rose gold Rolex on her wrist before she informed Matt, "it's six fifteen p.m."
The Murdock lawyer breathed out a small sigh before he finally answered Karen's question, "about seven hours."
Foggy scoffed before he trailed off, "well, if you go from when we passed the bar."
"I was going from when we got our own desks," Matt explained his reasoning to Foggy.
Foggy nodded his head as he agreed, "oh, then, yeah." He faced the confused Karen and smiled as he reaffirmed, "seven hours."
Karen looked between the two men and the brunette woman in disbelief before she questioned in astonishment, "you've never done this before?"
"If you were to allow us to help you prove your innocence, then yes, you would be lucky number one," Amelia explained with a soft smile. They needed for Karen to want their help, so she would smile and be the sweetest person alive if it got Karen to trust them.
Foggy nodded his head as he added, "technically. Yeah."
"W-Well, I-I don't... I don't have any money," Karen stuttered nervously after she thought everything through while she avoided eye contact for the first time since she met the lawyers.
Amelia mentally cheered as she knew Karen was warming up to them if the thought of paying for their service was on her mind. However, before Amelia could assure the blonde woman that it wouldn't be a problem right now, Foggy decided to mess that all up.
"Well, it was lovely to meet you, Miss Page," Foggy stated as he began to stand up from the hard chair but was soon stopped by Matt's strong grasp on his wrist.
The Murdock lawyer cleared his throat loudly as he waited to hear the sound of Foggy sitting back down before he assured Karen like Amelia was planning on doing when she was interrupted by their associate, "you don't have any money and we don't have any clients. Maybe we can help each other."
Amelia decided to push it a step further as they needed badly to hear her side of the story if she was going to be their client. Amelia reached over the table and lightly placed her hand over Karen's and spoke softly, "we just want to help you and understand what happened tonight. So, please, could you tell us how you know Mr. Fisher?"
Karen stared into Amelia's green eyes for a moment before she nodded her head once and swallowed thickly as she finally decided she could trust them. "We worked together," Karen answered.
Foggy sighed heavily as he realized his fellow associates wanted to listen to the blonde's case. He then swiped his red notepad from his brown shoulder bag and questioned with the least amount of excitement unlike the emotions he was feeling when they had first received the case from Brett, "and your place of employment?"
"Union Allied Construction," Karen stated before she told her position at the company, "I'm a secretary." She glanced between the three lawyers before she began to explain further into how she knew the man, "Daniel worked downstairs in Legal." She shook her head as she muttered, "I-I d-didn't know him very well. But he was always nice, you know?" Karen paused as she licked her chapped lips before continuing, "but it's hard to meet people in the city, so I asked him if he would have a drink with me."
"You asked him?" Matt questioned as he tried to get the full detail of tonight.
Karen nodded her head before she told the lawyers as her voice broke in sadness, "like I said, he was a nice guy." She took a shaky deep breath before continuing her story about what happened, "we met at the Three Roads bar, on 49th street. We had a few drinks, and the next thing I remember is waking up on the floor of my apartment covered in blood. His blood."
Amelia silently wrote down every detail the blonde woman said into her blue notepad. It would be a difficult case for them, seeing as the deceased was inside Karen's apartment with her covered in his blood. There was just something that Amelia couldn't understand, though. Why wasn't the police charging her yet when they have the body, the weapon, and the suspect? It just didn't add up.
"I'm not stupid," Karen exclaimed as she slammed her pale hands on the metal table once she noticed the silence and expressions from the lawyers, "I know how that sounds." Karen's blue eyes shifted between the three people in front of her as she pleaded her case as tears streamed down her face, "but I'm telling you, we met at the bar. We had a few drinks. And I don't know what happened after that. It wasn't me." Karen begged desperately as sobs left her body, "please. Please, you have to believe me. I didn't kill him."
Amelia and Foggy silently shared looks between each other before their fellow lawyer voiced exactly what Amelia was thinking, "I believe you, Miss Page."
Amelia knew that Matt did what she hated, he listened to Karen's heartbeat to see if she was telling the truth. She knew it was a good tactic for a lawyer, but in Amelia's experience, it wasn't always reliable like in her case. However, Amelia just had this gut instinct that this woman wasn't lying.
The three best friends and lawyers were relaxing inside of Matt's small office after they were kicked out of the interview room by Mr. Hard Ass as their time had expired for the night with their client. It had been an exhausting day for all three lawyers, which caused for ties to be loosened and heels thrown off as they all thought over their very first case.
"I'm friends with Gary Feinstein in the DA's office," Foggy told his fellow associates as he spoke up for the first time since they've been in their office building while he tossed his childhood baseball up in the air as he walked around the room, "I'll give him a call first thing in the morning to see where their heads are at." Foggy shrugged his shoulders as he thought out loud, "I'm guessing they're gonna puff out their chests, but they have to know murder two's a risk." He then turned towards Amelia and Matt as he predicted what will happen, "we end up at manslaughter, we get the right judge, maybe she's out in five to ten."
Amelia shook her head and stated, "we're not taking a deal." There was no way Karen did it. Amelia knew liars and criminals, but that wasn't who Karen was. The only thing she was guilty of was of being scared and afraid of something or someone.
Foggy groaned loudly and mumbled, "no," before he explained to the female lawyer, who was sitting on top of Matt's desk with the aforementioned man standing to the side of her with his hands settled on his hips, "this is why they have deals, Melia. So, the straightforward cases don't waste everybody's time."
Matt shook his head before he told Foggy, "I agree with Amy. I don't think she did it."
Foggy looked at the other two people in the room like they were completely crazy. What was there to think about when everything was laid out in front of them? "She's the soul suspect," Foggy stated as he began to explain his reasoning for wanting to take whatever deal the DA suggests, "she was found at the scene, covered in blood, with the murder weapon and no defensive wounds." He chuckled lightly before he uttered, "if they offer anything it'll be a gift, and we will take that gift. We do not want this to go to trial."
Matt lifted a finger to prove his point as he told Foggy, "they don't want this to go to trial either."
Amelia nodded her head before she expressed what she had been thinking since they found out about the case, "something sketchy is going on. It should be an open and shut case." She rose an eyebrow at Foggy as she questioned, "so, why haven't they charged her with all the evidence they have?"
Foggy rose his arms in the air as he shrugged his shoulders before he guessed what was taking so long for the police to close the case, "they have twenty-four hours. Plus, it's the weekend. They're gonna take every last second to collect the evidence before they move."
"They've got the evidence," Matt argued, "you just laid it out yourself." He shook his head and stated, "this is a good arrest, Foggy. We should already be reading it in the papers. There's something not right about this case. I can feel it."
Foggy instantly stopped tossing the baseball in the air when he heard Matt's choice of words. He then turned to the male and deadpanned, "you can feel it?" Foggy sighed before he uttered, "alright, I'm just gonna say this once, and we can move on." He paused as he waited for any objections before Foggy told Matt, "you don't necessarily show the best judgment when beautiful women are involved."
"How would I even know if she's a beautiful woman?" Matt questioned amusingly.
Foggy shrugged his shoulders as he responded, "I don't know. It's kinda spooky, actually. But if there's a stunning woman with questionable character in the room, Matt Murdock's gonna find her and Foggy Nelson is gonna suffer."
"And what about Amelia Mansfield?" The aforementioned brunette questioned as she rose an eyebrow at her ranting friend.
Foggy furrowed his brows as he thought for a moment before he snapped his fingers and exclaimed, "obviously you are just as bad as Matt over here! Every time you walk into a room, men swoon after you!"
Matt shrugged his shoulders as he agreed with his male best friend tensely, "he's not wrong." Matt had noticed that plenty of times when Amelia walked into a room by the fast heartbeats of men.
Amelia shook her head with a chuckle before she uttered with a cheeky grin, "it's not my fault men can't help but fall for my charm."
Foggy rolled his eyes at Amelia and her cocky attitude before he turned to Matt and praised, "thank you! At least someone gets it!"
"But," Matt announced as he interrupted Foggy's gratification, "I need you to back Amelia and I, anyways."
"Ugh, fine," Foggy groaned as he decided to just agree with his two fellow lawyers. There was no way to get around them. He always hated when they agreed with each other, because he would never win when they did. "Alright, fine. Let's start with the obvious, then," Foggy began as he went through the case in his head so they could plead Karen's innocence, "if she didn't do it, then who did?" He shook his head with a sigh before he stated, "we're dead in the water if we don't give them an alternative."
Matt nodded his head and muttered, "agreed."
"We need to take another run at our client," Foggy declared, "she may not be guilty, guys, but that doesn't mean Miss Page is telling the truth."
Amelia nodded her head and stated, "that's what I've been thinking," before she stood up and slipped her black heels over her feet and added, "but that is going to have to wait until the morning." She brushed her skirt down and explained, "it's late, guys and I have a bowl of Mrs. Mahoney's chili with my name on it."
"I should be the one getting homemade chili," Foggy grumbled as the three lawyers exited Matt's office and headed towards the receptionist area before he added in annoyance, "I'm the one that brings her cigars."
Amelia chuckled as she placed her leather purse over her shoulder before the three lawyers began to slowly exit M.M.N. Associates. "I'm just a lovable person, Nelson," she repeated what she had said this morning before she promised, "but I'll bring you a bowl in the morning, you big baby."
"You better," Foggy grumbled as they reached the dark streets of Hell's Kitchen. "I'll be waiting and dreaming of the chili while I drink my sorrows," Foggy joked before he waved goodbye to Amelia and Matt and then began to make his way down the street to their favorite bar, Josie's.
"Don't get too drunk!" Amelia shouted to the brunette man with a chuckle before she and Matt began to walk in a comfortable silence the opposite way to Matt's apartment which was the same way to Amelia's next destination.
"Do you want me to walk you to the Mahoney's?" Matt questioned softly after a couple of minutes had passed as they grew closer to his apartment building.
Amelia shook her head and stated, "no, it's okay. It's not that far anyways. Just a couple of blocks."
Matt lightly grabbed onto Amelia's arm as he pulled her to a stop before he confessed, "I don't like you walking down the streets alone at night. You know how dangerous it can be."
"I'll be fine, Matty," Amelia told her friend with a small smile. If only Matt knew she could protect herself from anyone that was thrown at her. But Amelia would rather keep that a secret as long as she could. Instead, Amelia just mentioned something Matt already knew, "besides, I've learned how to handle my own when I did that short program in the military."
Matt stared in Amelia's direction as his dark brows furrowed slightly before he muttered, "alright. But give me a call when you get there."
"I promise, you worrywart," Amelia chuckled before she pulled Matt into a tight hug and whispered, "good night, Matty."
"Be careful, Amy," Matt ordered as he squeezed her waist before he turned around and headed towards his apartment building with the sound of his walking stick slapping against the concrete sidewalk.
Amelia waited until she couldn't see Matt anymore, before she began to make her way towards the Mahoney house for dinner. She and Matt always had this close friendship, that most people would think was more than friends. But that was far from the truth. Amelia and Matt always been best friends since freshman year of Columbia Law School - along with Foggy. Besides, Amelia would never take the chance to see if there's more between them when she was hiding things about herself. She didn't want Matt to end up hurt because of her past.
Amelia pressed her right thumb on the small touch pad that was right underneath the doorknob of her apartment door, that Tony had installed because the apartment building was always being broken into since it was in Hell's Kitchen, before she entered with a tired sigh. Amelia was pretty exhausted from her first day as an official lawyer, but the dinner with the Mahoney's definitely helped. She always loved Bess' home cooking. They made Amelia feel like she had a real home and a family.
Amelia made her way through her dark apartment and headed into the kitchen before she quietly found the refrigerator and placed Foggy's chili beside a half full jug of milk. However, as Amelia closed the door to the appliance, she soon realized she hadn't heard a single sound of Bucky's usual barking.
Amelia's body automatically went into soldier mode as she silently placed her black purse on the ground by her feet and slipped out of her black heels before she grabbed the loaded and already cocked gun from the hiding place by her sink. She then swiftly twirled her body around and pointed the weapon straight ahead, where she now noticed two shapes sitting at her kitchen table along with the shadow of her dog on one their laps.
"I know you ain't about to fire that gun, Ms. Mansfield," a strong but familiar voice ran loudly through the very dark apartment.
"What the hell," Amelia muttered while she rolled her eyes as she knew only one person that voice could belong to. "Lights," Amelia told J.A.R.V.I.S. and pointed the gun towards the ground with a slacked arm. Once the lights shined through the apartment, Amelia could finally see the faces of her close friend, Natasha Romanoff and the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury with her three month old husky in his hands.
Amelia placed the black handgun onto her kitchen table before she questioned, "do you know I have a secure keypad on my door?" She glanced between Natasha and Fury with a raised eyebrow as she stated, "it means you don't break in."
The woman with the short orange hair shrugged her shoulders easily and said, "you should know by now that none of Stark's electronics will stop a spy." Natasha stared into Amelia's green eyes with seriousness in her own before she busted out laughing. She then jumped up from the black chair and rounded the table before she pulled the smiling Amelia into a hug. "It's so good to see you," she mumbled truthfully.
"You too," Amelia muttered into the hug. She hadn't seen the spy since the Avengers came together to protect Earth over six months ago. Once Amelia pulled away, she glanced between Fury and Natasha before she questioned, "so, what are you guys doing here?"
Nick Fury only unfolded his leather coat covered arms and pulled out a black and blue file folder from his coat and placed it onto Amelia's table along with a blue pen without a single word.
Amelia rose an eyebrow at the director, but when she only got silence from the emotionless Fury and a smirk from Natasha, Amelia opened the file and began to read. However, she only read about two sentences before she closed the file and uttered simply, "no."
Nick Fury glared slightly at the brunette woman as he interrogated, "and why the hell not?"
Amelia rolled her eyes as she responded with the same answer she had been using for about less than a year, "because I'm done being a vigilante, superhero, spy, assassin, or whatever you want to call it. I'd rather help in the courtroom."
"Cut the bullshit," Nick Fury commanded, "come to D.C. and be an agent like you were before you decided to join the damn law."
Amelia rolled her eyes in annoyance once more before she compromised, "listen, I was with the agency all through law school. You knew once I graduated I was done. However, I will come back if the world ever needs the Avengers again. I can promise you that."
"Fine," Nick Fury snarled and grabbed the file from the table like he has done for months before he made his way towards the front door. "If you ever change your stubborn ass mind, the door is always open for Sergeant Viper," he told Amelia before he slammed the door behind him. The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. could crack the toughest agents but Amelia was one he could never get to join the agency again, which pissed him off every single time. But he would settle for a part time agent, as he still has Natasha and The Captain.
"Who pissed him off?" Amelia questioned in amusement as she walked into her kitchen with her husky following along and Natasha's combat boots slamming against the tile floor.
"You," Natasha muttered with a small chuckle. "You know how he is. He hates when he doesn't get his way." She shrugged her shoulders and commented, "I'm pretty sure if you were anybody else, he would kill you himself."
Amelia couldn't help but laugh as she knew that was the truth. Nick Fury could get as mad as he wanted with her, but that was as far as it would go. Amelia didn't know if it was because she was a good agent or because he knew she would always come back. It was just who Amelia was. Once a soldier, always a soldier.
Amelia reached under her cabinet and pulled out the bottle of alcohol she and Natasha always drank when they got together; Russian vodka. "How about a drink before the road?" Amelia questioned with a smirk as she knew Natasha never could say no.
"What the hell, Amelia. I've been here for over two hours waiting and you had this baby stashed," Natasha exclaimed teasingly before she grabbed a glass from the counter, poured it half way of the clear liquid, before she swiftly downed it. "Oh, damn," Natasha moaned before she uttered, "I really wish you would just come along. It could be fun. You, me, and Cap."
Amelia groaned as she stated, "I'm not going back, Tasha." She just wanted a life of normalcy. All her life she had been a soldier of her father, a soldier of the military, and a soldier of S.H.I.E.L.D. She wanted to be just a boring ole lawyer.
Natasha shrugged her shoulders as she uttered, "can't say I didn't try." She poured herself another drink before she sighed, "I should be going. We got a big mission in Washington. Hostages at Lemurian Star."
"Please don't give me any details," Amelia begged as she knew she would fall right back into the agency. She was born to serve, so she always hated saying no to a cause.
Natasha chuckled as she uttered, "alright, alright. I'm done. I know you want a normal life. I've tried plenty of times." She placed her hand on Amelia's shoulder as she told her, "but there's no getting out of this for people like us."
Amelia gave Natasha a small sad smile, "yeah, I know." She shook her head and uttered, "but right now, that's what I'm doing." The two women walked to the front door before Amelia pulled her friend into a hug and ordered, "call me when you get back in New York."
"I will," Natasha told Amelia once she pulled away from the hug.
"And call me if you need any help with the mission," Amelia added.
Natasha shook her head with a chuckle and stated, "yeah, no. Being an agent is like a drug, you can never get enough." Natasha gave the brunette woman a smile as she continued, "so, no. I'm not giving you a call. I think we can handle a mission without you."
Amelia pouted before she stated, "yeah, you're right. Besides, I'm a lawyer now." She gave her friend one last smile as she told the spy, "tell Steve I said hi."
Natasha smirked, "I will," and ordered, "don't cause too much trouble while I'm gone," before she headed out of the apartment for the last time for a while and quickly went to catch her ride to Washington, D.C. with Director Fury.
Amelia waited until she couldn't see her spy friend anymore before she silently closed the door to her apartment and headed towards her bedroom with her husky following quickly behind her. Amelia was too tired to even shower, so she just slipped out of her pencil skirt and fell onto her bed with a tired huff.
She closed her eyes for a second before she heard the scratching of her dog on her silk sheets. Amelia chuckled before she turned on her side and picked Bucky up, which caused the dog to swiftly snuggle up to Amelia's side. "I know, buddy, I'm tired too," she muttered with a yawn. It only took the lawyer about two minutes before she was snoring softly as the thought of her first client was on her mind.
The life of a lawyer was very tiring and new for the brunette woman. It was different from being a soldier or an agent but Amelia liked the idea of a simple life. But how long would her life stay simple?
I'm not sure who Amelia will be with. It will either be Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, or Billy Russo. [I've recently been thinking of a triangle between Frank and Billy, but who knows…] So, while the story continues, please let me know!
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