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7am. 7am. Beep. Beeeeep.

Matt rolled over and hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. He groaned into the pillow. The previous night he had stood on his rooftop in the cold, scanning Hell's Kitchen for the metal-armed stranger, but had not been able to sense him. Matt didn't know whether to feel disappointed or relieved. He sighed and sat up. Perhaps the stranger would come back tonight. Maybe he would never come back.

Matt leant back against the pillow and pulled the blankets up over his shoulders. He considered turning the radio on to catch the end of the seven o'clock news, but he knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate. Thoughts of the metal-armed raced around in Matt's mind, and he couldn't shake them. The guy had even appeared in Matt's dream, though it what capacity Matt could no longer recall.

Private number calling. Private number calling.

"Seriously?" Matt muttered and reached out for his phone. "Who calls at five past seven. Hello?" he asked, his voice still groggy from sleep.

"Good morning," a polite male voice said on the other end of the line, "I hope I didn't wake you."

"No," Matt said, trying to sound a little more awake than he felt, "Sorry, who is this?"

"A friend," the man said, "I'm sorry, there isn't an awful lot I can say over the phone. I am correct in assuming this is Matthew Murdock?"

"Yeah," Matt said. The voice on the other end of the line sounded kind and unthreatening, and there was something about his voice that made Matt want to trust this guy, even though he couldn't pin-point why. But this call was far from a social one.

"Mr Murdock, son, I need to meet with you. This morning. It's regarding a case you've been looking into."

Matt thought for a moment. He didn't know that they were looking into any cases. "I'm sorry, I'm going to need more information."

The man on the phone swallowed. "I've been told breakfast tacos are a thing, and they're supposed to be good at this place on 30 West 24th. I'll pay. I guess I'm the client after all. I'll order you a cab."

"Ok," Matt said, intrigued. Since when did he receive phone calls to go for breakfast tacos? "I just - what's the case regarding?" he asked.

"A missing person," the man said. Through the phone, Matt could hear the man drumming his fingers. He was nervous, on edge. Something about this conversation was making the man uncomfortable. "And I think you may have met him."

"The Winter Soldier?" Matt asked, the words coming out before he could stop them.

There was a pause.

"How will I know you?" Matt asked.

"A cab will be there at eight." The man hung up.

Matt sat in bed for a minute, trying to make sense of what had happened. He got up, pulled on a sweatshirt and pants and went to the loo. So this was regarding the Winter Soldier? Possibly. But who knew they were looking into that, other than himself and Foggy? Unless Foggy had told Karen, but that was too unlikely. Matt went and sat down on his bed. "Call Foggy," he said to Siri.

"Calling Foggy," Siri replied.

The phone rang, and after five rings a very sleepy Foggy answered. "Nelson and Murdock Attorneys of something. Hello?"

"It's Matt, Foggy."

"Oh, hiya Matty. You ok? What time even is it?"

"I'm fine, so don't panic," Matt said, "But how would I know what the time is? It's after seven, but I can't give you anything more specific. Look, I think I'm going to be a little bit late to the office this morning."

"You're always late, Matt," Foggy mumbled. Through the phone, Matt could just hear Foggy push his hair back and rub his eyes.

"True," Matt replied.

"Why are you calling me, though? You never call. You just show up late. Has something happened? Are you hurt? Do I need to call births, deaths and marriages? Wait, sorry, wrong one. Police, fire or ambulance?"

Matt laughed. "No, Foggy, I'm fine, really. It's just - I got a phone call just now. A, well, I think he's a prospective client. He wants to meet for breakfast."

"Do you want me to come?" Foggy asked. His voice sounded stronger, and Matt guessed he was now sitting up. "Where is it? What's the case about? Do you think he'll actually be some bad guy? Maybe I should come."

"No, don't come, I'll be fine," Matt said. "Something about him - he seemed worried."

"Well, he is calling a law firm first thing in the morning."

"Yeah, I suppose," Matt said.

"So you don't want me to come?" Foggy asked.

"No," Matt said, "I'll be fine."

"Well if I don't hear from you by ten, I'm calling the police."

"Please don't."

"Then keep me updated, Matty. I worry."

"Alright, mom," Matt teased.

"Right," Foggy said, "Well, I'll see you later, Matt. I'm gunna go make me some bacon and eggs, now that I'm awake."

"Ok," Matt said, "Bye."