Matt and Daisy made their way to a diner that was about four blocks away from the offices of Nelson & Murdock. They both sat down at opposite ends of the booth, making themselves comfortable in the leather-bound seats.

"I don't think I remember this place being here," Daisy remarked to Matt as her eyes wandered around the establishment, making note of the cleanliness of the place and the people at the counter enjoying their breakfast, "Was it?"

"It was built around two years ago, I believe," Matt answered, "A whole lot of property got destroyed in this part of town during the Incident. I think this used to be a laundromat or something, I dunno. Real shame if you ask me."

"Yeah," Daisy said apathetically, taking off her jacket and setting it down beside her. A few moments later, a waitress came by and asked the pair of them what they wished to order.

"Coffee's good," Matt told the waitress.

"Same. I'll have a cup myself," Daisy inserted afterwards.

"'Kay then," the waitress replied, "I'll be back in a few."

As the waitress walked away, Daisy directed her attention back at Matt, who she noticed had started to fumble around with one of the creamers from the tray by the window.

"Remember what we used to do as kids?" Matt asked with a devilish grin on his face, pulling the cover off the top of the creamer. Daisy smiled because she recalled this childhood antic very well.

"Sneaking into Sister Beatrice's room and stealing all of her creamers?" Daisy reminisced at the memory that brought amusement to her.

"And then drinking straight out of them later without putting them in coffee?" Matt continued, and the two of them laughed.

"You know, apparently that's supposed to be really bad for you," Daisy remarked, her smile still as wide as before.

"Is it now?" Matt asked rhetorically as he drank out of the creamer like he would a shot of whiskey.

"Oh Murdock, your standards for 'badboy' were unprecedented, you know that?" Daisy teased, opening the top off of another creamer from the tray and drinking straight from it. After she finished, she set it down on the table with an audible thud.

"What can I say? I'm a bad man," Matt smirked.

"Yeah, says the man who's probably only ever broken like three commandments in his life," Daisy teased yet again.

Matt was about to give Daisy a response to her question, but by then the waitress had returned with their coffee and went on her way. Afterwards, the pair of them started to put cream and sugar into their warm beverages and stirred until the dark brown color became a lighter shade.

The both of them took a sip from each of their drinks, and the reaction was different, even if they didn't make it known to each other. Matt's taste buds had always had a more refined taste to them, and he knew that the coffee was some cheap store-bought brand originating from Guatemala or somewhere nearby; he preferred specialty artisan blends that he would pick up whenever he got the chance.

Daisy had a different reaction to the coffee. It wasn't just because she didn't have Matt's enhanced senses that she could pick up on the subtle nuances of "quality," but she never not liked diner coffee. It was simple and it was nice, and that's all she cared for. She didn't care for all the trendy blends they made at Starbucks, even if she did spend long periods there on their Wi-Fi and needed a pick-me-up to keep her going.

"So," Matt said, setting his coffee down for a moment, "What's new in the life of Ms. I-hate-but-I-work-for-Big-Brother?"

"Oh, ha, ha," Daisy answered, "I already told you before that it isn't all that bad. Am I still distrustful of government and it's overreach? Of course I am. But I trust myself to make the right calls when I need to."

"Don't get me wrong, I trust your judgment. It just seems massively out-of-character for you. You would never shut up about cover-ups and elections and yada, yada, yada." Matt said, shaking his head from side to side, "It's like someone killed the real you and replaced you with a robotic look alike." There was a brief pause, "You're not, are you?"

Daisy laughed, and then said "Of course not, don't be silly."

"Just making sure," Matt raised his hands defensively, "Can't be too careful these days, am I right?"

"No, I suppose not," Daisy answered, and then she looked out the window to see people walking down the street, going about their lives uninterrupted by the chaos of the city.

"I mean, I'm guessing it's a dream come true for you, right?" Matt asked, "All these new superheroes and such popping up everywhere?"

Daisy turned her head at this change of conversation. She just remembered her mission. The reason she was back in New York in the first place. Her attention was piqued in Matt's direction, eager about what he had to say next.

However, Matt had noticed Daisy's sudden change of focus. Her heartbeat started to move faster than it had before, and her eyes were more open as he felt her gaze upon him. He didn't anticipate such an engaged response from her on this matter.

"Oh yeah, it's very cool," Daisy said to Matt with honesty, "It's just like a comic book, except... not. Right?"

"Yeah I suppose so," Matt said, "I mean, we got Iron Man, Captain America, Daredevil..."

"Daredevil?" Daisy asked, downplaying her knowledge of Hell's Kitchen's local vigilante in front of him. She hated having to keep secrets from him, but it was part of the job.

"I don't think I've heard of him. Who's he?" Daisy asked.

Matt knew something was off. It was something in her voice, something that felt... insincere. He didn't know what it was, but Daisy seemed to have a particular interest in Daredevil, and he didn't know why.

"Oh, it's a neat little story, I have to say..."

As Matt began to tell Daisy about himself in the third-person, unbeknownst to either of them, a black SUV with tinted windows sat parked outside of the diner.

A/N: HOWDY-F******G-HO! I know it's been like, what, almost two years since I last updated this (8/17/16 to be precise), but I told everyone that the story was not dead, and I am living up to my word. My word is my bond. I apologize for all the delays, setbacks, excuses, etc., so yeah. The reason I stopped writing is because I just lost interest and didn't feel like continuing because I didn't think there was that much demand, but alas, I underestimated my audience and the fandoms of both Agents of SHIELD and Daredevil. I realized that not only had I forgotten how much I had wanted to write this fic in the first place, but how much other people seemed to love it despite my infrequent posts and under-10,000 word count, so I have to say thank you to each and every one of you. I wouldn't have been motivated to continue this if it weren't for you. I promise that more is to come, but only after I've finished my retelling of the fifth Pirates of the Caribbean movie. Afterwards, I will completely dedicate myself to finishing this story so that all of you may enjoy it. Again, I apologize for the many, many, MANY months of delay. I also apologize in advance for the potentially shoddy-quality of the writing; I wrote this in an afternoon.

Thanks for the massive support for something I didn't think would go far, and, as I used to say, stay classy!

- Spent