Hey loves, it' s me again. I just saw the wierdness of how this chapter was posted so I fixed it. I'm also posting another chapter soonish...like right after this.

-The Long Story-

I ducked into the police precinct catching the tail end of a conversation. "Thank you for the assist Miss Lance." I looked to my left to find two people shaking hands. I gave a smile to the woman behind the desk and she stared for a minute.

"Honey you look like you've been through hell. What can I help you with?" She was dark skinned and kind looking. I let my smile drop as I rubbed my upper arm.

"I was hiking and dropped my phone in the river. I'm a klutz ya know, so I got completely lost and I was wonderin' if I could maybe use the phone ma'am." Daddy said that if I was in his hometown a little respect would get me a long way, especially with the older folk, and not to be rude but she was old.

"Sure sugar. Here ya go." She placed her desk phone on my side and I quickly dialed the number Coulson gave me in case of emergencies.

"City Morgue." Skye's voice answered and I closed my eyes with a small smile.

"Skye? Could you put Dad on the phone?" I heard her gasp and someone asked what was wrong.

"Safety words?" I rolled my eyes and mouthed 'my sister is such a dork' to the lady who nodded understandably.

"Mr. Queen and I were happy to help." Someone spoke behind me, I looked over as I spoke again.

"Blues Clues, really?" I looked ' ' over and rose an eyebrow, he had been on the news a few years back. I thought he was dead, huh, miracles. He looked me over carefully his eyes darting to the knife in my boot as I focused on the crime stopper poster on the wall.

"Where are you?"

"Brooklyn, I got lost." She burst into laughter and I rolled my eyes again. "Can you please get Dad?"

"Wynter? Are you okay?" He asked and I smiled a bit.

"I'm fine, I may have gotten a bit lost while hiking but Skye's ex happened by and helped me out. He's an okay guy now, he's cleaned up his act."

"You were gone for two months." I winced like I was getting yelled at and sighed a bit.

"I dropped my phone in a river, and the nice lady would probably like her phone back. Can you and Mel come pick me up?" Queen moved towards the desk and I shifted my weight a bit.

"It'll take us a few hours, call if anything changes." I nodded even though he couldn't see it and moved to the left as Queen made conversation with the lady.

"The poor dear got lost hiking, haven't seen her around before but she looks like she could use a good meal." I internally groaned.

"I'll call if I need anything until you get here, know any good places to eat?" I asked earning a laugh, Queen was close and had obviously heard dad's reply of;

"None that are likely ta be open Kit." I sighed softly and bid them goodbye. I slid the phone back over with a small thank you.

"No problem hun. There's a diner just down the block. Your dad from around here?"

"Used ta be. He moved around a lot, his job ya know?" She nodded and must have noticed the chain from the tags.

"You look a little young to be a soldier."

"Oh! These are my dad's. He gave them to me a few months ago." She smiled and patted my hand.

"Ah, well have a nice night." I nodded and turned to leave.

"I'll walk you to that diner." A voice spoke from behind me. I looked over my shoulder looking at Queen, the lady that was with him gave him a look and shifted her gaze to me. Her eyes locked onto the knife in my boot and I sighed.

"I'm a big girl I can take care of myself." They both walked up to me anyway. I huffed and crossed my arms.

"We'd still like to walk you there." I rolled my eyes and stomped a bit. I'm 5'2" I can't be the bigger person, for anything. I'm tiny.

"Wynter." A familiar voice spoke from in front of us. I looked up and grinned.

"Matt."

"Murdock." The woman spoke with an irritated tone. I looked between them and edged a bit closer to the blind man.

"Larrel Lance and...companion of the male type." Matt replied easily with a small smirk. "How have you been Wyn?"

"Eh, I've been okay. Finally caught back up to Skye, she'll be mad that she wasn't here."

"Uh huh." I gave him a quick hug and he tensed a bit but hugged me back. "What's you do fall into an icy river again?"

"No. It's... a long story Matt." He hummed and ruffled my hair.

"Your hair grew out...you dyed it again too. What colour?" I chuckled as the other two watched us skeptically.

"It's a bit past my hips now, greenish blue." My stomach growled and I sighed a bit.

"You need to go eat. I'll walk with you three." I rolled my eyes and let out an irritated sound. Matt chuckled again and followed as I stopped off.

"I thought you didn't leave the Kitchen?" I phrased it like a statement but I meant it as a question.

"Brooklyn is neutral ground, I have a meeting at the diner." He replied tapping his stick against the ground. I nodded and fell silent. "You sound tired Wynter."

"I am Matt. I met someone who everyone I know, excluding you and these two, then again you've probably never met him, has labeled as a monster. He just turned his back on the people who quote unquote saved him. Because they hurt me."

"You inspired him to be better."

"Did I? Or did I fill a spot and spur him into action?"

"A bit of both I think Wynter." God he sounded like a priest. I rolled my eyes again.

"Thought you were a lawyer." Queen spoke up making Matt laugh.

"I am , but a long time ago Wynter dubbed me her personal Jiminy Cricket." It was true, I had compared him to the cricket from Pinocchio because I felt like a puppet tangled in strings from my past.

"I'm confused as to how you two met." Laurel Lance chimed in.

"That, Miss Lance is a tale tahat takes a lot of time." Matt spoke as I opened the diner door. I tugged the backpack off and began digging for the cash before Matt gently gripped my shoulder.

"Beth, this is Wynter she's a friend." The waitress nodded and smiled at me.

"Nice ta meet ya." She held out her hand and I carefully took it. "How old are you?" She asked, I get it I'm short. I literally can't be the bigger person, I'm 5" 2'.

"Seventeen." She clicked her tongue.

"How long were ya on the streets?" Damn she was good. She plunked me down in a booth and Matt snickered. I flipped him off knowing full well he couldn't see it.

"Um...technically a couple of years." She pursed her lips and vanished into the kitchen. Queen and Lance sat in my booth and I sensed that they wanted my story. Beth came back as Matt slid into another booth across from a blonde man, setting down a coke and making if I wanted food. "A burger please, no veggies though."

"I'll see to it pumpkin."

"Mr. Rogers." He greeted smoothly. The man shook his offered hand.

"Psst! Matt! Can I borrow your cell please?" I asked in a whisper. He slipped his phone out of his pocket and tossed it to me I caught it and dialed the number from before.

"Daisy's Pizzeria." A male voice answered I blinked and shook my head.

"Is Skye or my dad there?"

"Who is this?" The male asked I looked at Matt who just smirked at me and continued his conversation.

"Wynter."

"Oh! This is Mack, Skye has me manning the phones. They went on a last minute mission. Coulson said to head to Avengers Tower and ask for Maria Hill. She's gonna say something about the weather and your code is 'Yes but I always carry an umbrella.' You got that kid?"

"Yep. You didn't touch my car did you?"

"Um..."

"I forgive you this one time dude, but touch Valkyrie again and I may have ta hurt cha." Queen and Lance rose their eyebrows at me and I scowled a bit.

"Got it, don't touch Valkyrie or Lola." The guy chuckled a bit. "Anything else you need?"

"Nyet." I mentally cursed as I slipped into my native Russian.

"Kay. Sounds like we're gonna have to learn Russian aside from yes and no, cause Barnes has been talking up a storm in Russian."

"Sounds like somethin' dad would do. Talk ta ya lata Mack."

"Yup. Be good."

"YA vsegda khorosho. Eto zavisit tol'ko ot togo, chto vy khotite, chtoby ya khorosho." I muttered as I hung up. Queen snickered and I may have cracked a grin. I stood and placed Matt's phone on his table. "Thanks Matt."

"Anytime kid." I slid back into my booth and sipped at my coke.

"So where did you learn Russian?" Queen asked sipping his coffee that must have arrived when I had my back turned.

"I'm Russian, well I was. I was born there. Moved to America as a baby. Dad spoke Russian at home, remembrance of mom or something like that." He just smirked and murmured.

"You are a very good liar." I smirked back and sipped my drink again.

-The Long Story-

I'm pretty sure that you guys know that I only own the plot and Wynter by now, but this is just a reminder. Also...I'm thinking of rewriting some of my stories. Let me know how you liked this story so far and what you'd like to see in future chapters in the review box below. Thanks lovlies!