"Oh, good," Foggy said as Matt entered the office. "You have to settle our argument."

"Foggy, you realise Matt will be the worst at this," Karen laughed, and leant against the desk.

"I don't care," Foggy insisted, and folded his arms.

"What am I settling?" Matt asked, shutting the door behind him and leaning his cane against the wall.

"Most iconic dress in a film," Foggy said, "Karen thinks it's the black Audrey Hepburn dress from 'Breakfast at Tiffany's', but I'm telling you it's Kiera Knightly's green dress in 'Atonement'."

"It's the black dress," Matt answered.

"Ha! Told you!" said Karen.

"How - what, Matt, that's not even fair. You don't even know what the green dress looks like. It's so hot, man."

"I've never seen it," Matt said, "But I think I remember the Audrey Hepburn one. Is that the one with the big hat she wears at the races?"

Karen laughed. "What? No, Matt, it's the little black dress with the pearls."

"Oh, Matty, that's 'My Fair Lady' you're thinking of, that's not even the right film," Foggy moaned.

"Oh," Matt said, "Well, I vote with Karen anyway. Do you two actually do any work before I get here?"

"This is critical work, Matt," Foggy said, "And you'd totally vote the green dress if you could see it. It's all long and flowing and then the library scene - oh man, I want to be James McAvoy fairly often because he is super good looking and just great, despite the fact he gets killed or seriously injured in like every film he's in, but that scene is just like, uh, so hot. Both literally because it's a hot night, and,"

"I'm sure it's too early in the morning for this," Matt said and gave Foggy a smile. "And my turn to ask something un-work related."

"Fire away," Foggy said, much too full of enthusiasm for this time of a morning.

Matt paused. He had to find out more about the man with the metal arm, however Google didn't really lend itself to a blind guy. "Do either of you remember hearing anything about a guy with a metal arm? I think it was a year or two back."

"Do you mean Iron-Man?" Foggy asked, "You know, guy with a metal suit? Tony Stark. Buckets of money."

"No," Matt said, "Foggy I know who Iron-Man is. I mean, he was a," Matt paused as he tried to find the right word. He didn't want to say 'terrorist', but he was sure that was the word the media had used at the time. "In DC. Was that it? All that stuff with SHIELD or whatever they were called?"

"Yes," Karen said, "Yes, Matt you're right. He was like, shooting Captain America and stuff. Hang on," Matt listened as Karen moved around the desk and sat down, then began typing. "Here we go, there's a picture of him here on a bridge with a machine gun. And another here,"

"What does he look like?" Matt asked.

"Dangerous?" Karen said, "The picture quality isn't great. Long hair, and a mask and goggles."

"Wait, scroll down," Foggy said, "There's another one. Wow, I could do a better job with the eyeliner than that guy. Matt, you could do a better job doing someone else's eyeliner. I mean, he's got it everywhere."

That didn't help. "But what does he look like? Build, features, come on, help me out here," Matt asked again, trying to keep his voice light.

"It's kinda hard," Foggy said, "Oh here's one of him punching Captain America. Umm, about the Captain's hight, which is like six-foot twenty or something, I don't know."

"He's fit," Karen said, "But slim. It looks like he's wearing a bullet-proof vest maybe? And military-style pants and boots. His left arm looks to be made out of metal, and not in the Iron-Man way. Like, his left arm is literally metal. He's got shoulder-length dark hair, but there doesn't seem to be any good pictures showing his face. It always seems to be masked, or he's wearing so much eyeliner, it's hard to tell."

"Wait," Foggy said, "Do you think he's friends with the masked weirdo who's been running around Hell's Kitchen? Because this metal-arm guy, well, I mean, he's a terrorist. He's dangerous. He's taking on Captain America, which also kind of means he's insane."

"Foggy," Karen laughed. Matt forced a smile for Karen, but knew that Foggy was going to have more questions for him later. He didn't like Foggy called this guy 'insane', though. Something about that just didn't seem fair. "Matt, why do you want to know?" Karen asked.

"Just," Matt shrugged, "Just a thought." He needed a better reason that that. "You know when you're trying to get to sleep and something comes into your head and you need to look it up? Well, I just need someone else to look it up."

"I never remember what I'm thinking about before I go to sleep," Foggy said, and shook his head. "I just shook my head, by the way, Matt."

Matt had to laugh. Foggy knew he could tell, but had struggled to break the habit of telling Matt the non-verbal communication of himself and others. "Has there been any word on him since?" Matt asked.

He listened as Karen typed. "Hold on, nope, 'page not found'." Matt waited as Karen clicked on another link. "Loading, and… 'this content has been removed'."

"Refresh the browser," Foggy said.

"I am," said Karen, bashing at the enter key. "Here's another one, loading, '401 page error'. What the hell? Why don't any of these links work?"

"Don't worry about it," Matt said, "Thanks for your help, Karen. At least I know now I wasn't making it up."

"No problem," Karen said, "But more importantly," she said, sitting back in her chair, ready to interrogate her employers, "How come you're both so familiar with 'My Fair Lady'?"

...

It wasn't until Karen had gone to buy lunch later in the day that Foggy approached Matt. "So," Foggy said, leaning against the door to Matt's office, his arms folded defensively, "Matthew Murdock shows up late to the office with questions about a man with a metal arm. Out with it Matt, what's going on?"

Matt adjusted his position in his seat. Foggy wasn't messing around, and Matt didn't want to lie. "I - I guess you'd say I ran into him last night."

"What, you were just going for an evening run?"

"Foggy,"

"Matt, he's dangerous."

"Yeah, well, I know that now,"

"What?" Foggy exclaimed.

"Wait, how do you know he's dangerous?"

Foggy entered Matt's office properly. "Appart from the fact he was beating up Captain America?"

Matt raised his eyebrows.

Foggy sighed, "Fine. We could see the pictures on Images this morning, but none of the links would open, which I thought was odd. So, I may have spent the rest of the morning making associated searches and going through pages and pages and pages of Google to find anything."

"What did you find?" Matt asked, genuinely intrigued.

"Wait, I go first," Foggy said, "Were you out Daredevilling last night?"

"It that a verb now?"

"Matt," Foggy warned.

"I was just - yes. He was lost and wandering. I thought he was just some homeless guy who needed help,"

"From the Daredevil?" Foggy asked, cutting Matt off.

"I wanted to help him."

"But?"

"He attacked me. I don't know what made him snap. But then he just - snapped back, I guess. He's hurt, Foggy. He needs help."

"Yeah, I know, Matty," Foggy said.

"Why? What did you find?"

"Annoyingly, not a lot. I'd say all of the text articles that mention him in Washington DC have been removed from the internet. I mean, I had to go to page six of Google just to find something that would work. Page six, Matt. Of Google. No one goes past page one, maybe page two at a stretch. Whoever is trying to keep this a secret is doing a really good job of it."

"So someone doesn't want him to be found?"

"I'd say someone doesn't want something to be found. But I did find a couple of things, though I don't know if they make much sense. There's a mention of a guy with a metal arm by some ex-CIA or something guy. Something about a mission in Georgia in the '60's, and this guy, or, well, some guy, with a metal arm was involved. He linked to the Soviet's. The ex-CIA guy said that he was code-named the Winter Soldier. So I tried Googling "Winter Soldier", and nothing. There is nothing. I mean, there is things, but it's all just military guys in white cameo gear. Nothing about this guy."

"Hmm," Matt said.

"But that's mad, right Matt?" Foggy asked, "It can't be the same guy you came across, can it? The same guy in DC? He'd have to be like, 70."

"Yeah," Matt said, and sat back in his chair.

"Well, that's all I got. But, well, there's nothing on the internet, Matt. And internet rule number one is that nothing is ever really removed from the internet."

"No, you're right," Matt said, "But thanks Foggy. Seriously."

"Yeah, well, you keep them streets safe. As soon as Karen gets back, I'm going for lunch. You want anything?"

"Whatever you're having," Matt said, "Just a sub or something. But really, Foggy, thanks."

"Yeah, well, it's not like we have any real work to do," Foggy said. Matt could feel that Foggy was suppressing a smile.

"Karen's coming," Matt said, hearing the door downstairs click open and Karen's footsteps through the hall.

"I'll get my wallet," Foggy said, and left Matt's office.

Matt put his hands behind his head and leant back. The Winter Soldier. Pages deleted from the Internet. Something was going on, and Matt wanted to know just what.