"Oh my gosh," Foggy announced as Matt entered the office the next morning, "Matt had sex last night! I repeat everyone,"

"Foggy!" Karen gasped, half in horror, half laughing.

"Foggy, you, Karen and I are the only people here," Matt laughed, shutting the door behind him.

"Damn, Matt! It must have been good, because you are glowing, buddy."

"Settle down," Matt chuckled, blushing slightly. But Foggy wasn't wrong, Matt did feel good.

"Oh man," Foggy said, "It was so good, you're not even denying it? Who Matt?"

"How do you know?" Karen asked.

"Observe the subject," Foggy said. Matt couldn't hide his grin. "To begin with, he's made it to the office by five past nine, which by Matthew Murdock standards is like, two hours early. Second, he looks so annoyingly happy and walked in here grinning. C, or, three: he's walking with a swagger. Four, check out that sex hair. Sure, he combed it, but again, by Matthew Murdock standards, that is all over the place. All observations point to only one possible conclusion: Matthew Murdock got laid."

"What can I say?" Matt said, playing along, "Guilty as charged."

"Aw man," Foggy said, "Matty, tell me everything."

"You guys are gross," Karen said.

"Do I know her? Have we met?"

"Can I at least put down my things?" Matt asked.

"Have I met her?" Foggy asked, not giving up.

"Matt, another parcel came for you," Karen said, trying to ignore the boys. "I put it on your chair, so don't sit on it and freak out or anything. And I'm going out to get coffee, so please be finished with this conversation before I get back."

"You got it," Foggy said.

"Thanks, Karen," Matt said.

Foggy followed Matt into his office, and closed the door. "Who was it Matt?"

"Really, Foggy?" Matt forced a laugh as he leant his cane against the wall and put down his bag. He felt around the desk to his chair and picked up the envelope.

"Is whoever it is the one sending you the envelopes? Is it like - porno braille?"

"What?" Matt asked, tearing open the envelope and pulling out the file. He ran his fingers over the title and the smile dropped from his face. He hadn't expected it to arrive here so quickly.

"Come on, Matt. All this Captain America stuff would be one hell of a cover," Foggy said quietly, glancing over his shoulder to check that Karen had left.

"What time did this get here?" Matt asked.

"I don't know," Foggy said, "Just after I arrived. The courier guy dropped it off."

The parcels from Natasha always arrived in the office before Matt did, and this one had been even quicker than normal. "Is it always the same courier?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, fit-as youngish black dude with short hair and a bit of a beard. He seems pretty cool. He wears a company jacket. New York Hawks. Picture of a red bird next to the logo."

Matt spat as he laughed. "Seriously, Foggy? After everything I told you last week? And they choose the name New York Hawks?"

"What?" Foggy asked. "Hawks are pretty cool birds, Matt. They're fast and, I don't know, they're just awesome birds. And red it a fast colour? And Hell's Kitchen is part of New York, so…?"

"It's Sam Wilson. He's code name is Falcon. He's the courier."

"Who's Sam Wilson?" Foggy asked, before it clicked. "Oh. Oooh. Oh, so packages and the sex - wait. I didn't think you were gay. Or bi. It's cool if you are, but,"

"For god's sake!" Matt laughed. "Natasha, Foggy. I was with Natasha."

"Woh," Foggy said, his eyes going wide, "As in, Natasha Romanov? Black Widow? You did it with an assassin? She's an assassin, Matt. That is so hot. She is so hot, Matt. How did you talk her into that? Oh man, it's the blind thing, isn't it?"

"It's not the blind thing," Matt said. "I've been talking to her. On the phone. And last night she came round."

"Is she still there?"

"What, no," Matt said. He could still feel Natasha's body up against his. The feint smell of her floral perfume. Her fingers on his chest. "Sorry, Matty, but I gotta go. Plane ain't gunna wait." "No," Matt said. "She had to go."

"So what's in today's parcel?" Foggy asked.

"It's the outline of an accord," Matt said.

"Is there a problem?" Foggy asked. He didn't need super powers to assume that if the Avengers were sending Matt legal articles, something was up.

"I don't know," Matt said. "There might be, but it might be nothing."

"You don't believe that."

Matt shook his head. "I'll tell you later."

"Yeah," Foggy said, "I'll leave you to it. But damn, Natasha Romanov, Matty."

Matt smirked and listened as Foggy opened the door, left his office and closed the door behind him. Matt exhaled, opened the file and began to read.

Once he was done, Matt understood exactly why Captain America was worried. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Call Natasha," he said.

"Calling Natasha," Siri replied.

"Come on," Matt said, as they dial tone went on. And on.

"Hi," Natasha's voice said.

"Hey, Nat?"

"… You've reached my voicemail. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you. Bye."

Beeeeep.

Matt took a breath. "Hi Natasha, it's Matt. I just finished reading that accord. Cap's right. Oh gosh, I am referring to Captain America as 'Cap'. Not the point.

Anyway, Natasha, if it's agreed on, it's not good. There are people mentioned here, names I recognise, and this accord won't be enough for them. They'll want to make this law. They'll want to turn this into some sort of registration act or something, and then we'll all be in trouble, because the people will buy it. It's too easy to sell. This is just the start of a very slippery slope. I don't like it, but I don't know what to do about it. I'll, umm, speak to you later. Bye."

Matt hung up, and put his phone down. Saying the words out loud seemed to make it worse. Because if he had to become public, tell the world who he really was, what he could do… Fisk still had people out there, Matt was sure of it. If they found out who he was, then they'd come after not only him, but Foggy and Karen and Claire and anyone that Matt knew and cared about. Matt clenched his fists. He didn't know how to fight this using the law, and he sure couldn't fight it as the Daredevil. He was trapped.