In less than half an hour Matt heard a car pull up on the street below. "They're here," he said to Foggy. The two lawyers had been waiting restlessly in the office since Matt had got off the phone. Each had had little to say to the other, neither knowing what was appropriate given the situation. Matt now listened as three sets of footsteps ran up the stairs.

"Hello?" Steve said, as he knocked on the door.

Foggy opened it. "You're Captain America," he gushed, unable to contain his excitement. Natasha and Sam followed Steve into the office, and Foggy closed the door again.

"Sure am, son," Steve said, and looked around the office. "Murdock," he said, his voice measured and business-like. That of a military leader who had been in situations a hundred times more stressful than this. Rogers wasn't here for chat. He was here to do the job. "I need details. Be as specific as you can."

"He could be anywhere by now," Matt said, frustrated with the whole situation. Natasha was calm, Rogers was calm, why was everyone so ok with all of this? "He could have gone anywhere in the city. You won't find him."

"I'm sorry son," Steve said, "But I think this time we will."

"Why? What makes you so sure?" Matt snapped, though every reading he was getting from Rogers told him that Rogers meant it. "How do you know where he's gone?"

"Please," Steve said, "Just tell me what you know."

Matt recounted to the three Avengers what he had sensed. Sam stood with his arms folded across his chest, legs apart, and jaw clenched tight. Natasha casually leant against the wall, arms crossed also, a bag slung across her shoulder. Steve stood still, hands clasped. Foggy just stood and gawked at the Avengers. "Ok?" Matt finished.

"Sam, with me," Steve said. "Nat, you stay with Murdock. I'll call you when we're clear. You do not progress until I call, understood?"

"I know what's going on, Steve," Natasha said, "I get it. Don't worry, we'll wait until you call."

"Nat, this is serious."

"And this is me being serious, Steve."

"She is being serious," Matt said.

"No one asked you," Steve said to Matt, then turned back to Natasha, "And you sound sarcastic."

"I always sound sarcastic. It's a defence mechanism. Come on, Steve. I get it. I really do. Now get outta here. You got this. We got this."

Steve took a deep breath. It was then that Matt realised that Rogers was terrified. The seriousness, the short, sharp orders that his team no doubt already knew, calling out Natasha. Steve tried to take control over whatever he could, because so much was completely out of his hands. "Sam, let's go."

"Right behind ya, boss," Sam said.

"You wait, Natasha."

"I know, Steve," Natasha said, trying to sound gentle and sincere. "I know."

"Ok," Steve said, and opened the door. "Right."

Matt listened as Steve and Sam left the office, and began their descent down the stairs.

"Oh woh," Foggy said.

"Yeah," Matt exhaled. Meeting Captain America in a restaurant for breakfast was one thing, but having the living legend himself in their office was something else.

"That was Captain America," Foggy said.

"Yeah," Matt said.

"Great," Natasha said, "More member of the Captain America fan-club."

"And you're Natasha. And you and Matt are, oh wow, Matty."

Natasha tried to hide a smirk. "Foggy?" Natasha asked. "I can call you Foggy, right? That's not weird?"

"Yes. I mean, no. Yeah, sure, call me Foggy."

"Good, Foggy, cover for Matt. Matt, we're moving out."

"But Steve just said,"

"Foggy, I'm not talking to you," Natasha said, the smile gone, her voice cold. "You gotta cover for Matt. Matty, we're going now. We don't have time to waste here. As soon as Steve gives the all clear, we've got a job to do."

"A job?" Foggy asked, and felt a chill run up his back. Suddenly, the idea of Avengers in the office didn't sound so great. Not if they had jobs for Matt.

"What job?" Matt asked.

"No," Foggy said. "No, I'm sorry, but that sounds dangerous, and,"

"It probably will be," Natasha said, choosing to ignore Matt's question. "You up for it, Matt?"

"Yep," Matt replied. He did not belong to Foggy, and would not have allow Foggy to tell him what to do.

"No, Matt," Foggy protested, his concern growing.

"Foggy, cover for me, ok? Just do it," Matt said, "Karen will be back in - what time is it?"

"Coming up two o'clock," Natasha replied.

"Karen will be back real soon, Foggy," Matt said. "You've got to do this for me."

"You're not an Avenger, Matt!" Foggy yelled, ignoring Natasha. "This is not your job. Whatever she wants you to do, it is none of our business."

"I'm sorry Foggy," Matt said, "But it kinda is." Matt walked into his office and grabbed his bag and cane. "Let's go, Natasha."

"I fricken hate you sometimes, Murdock."

Matt shrugged. "You haven't read the files."

"You've told me what was in them."

"Yeah," Matt said, "Well I censored it."

Natasha opened the office door. Matt stepped into the corridor, and Natasha shut the door behind them, leaving Foggy standing angry, alone and confused in the office.

"Where are we going?" Matt asked.

"Back to yours," Natasha said, "Steve is right. We do have to wait, and it might be a while. But I need to get you up to scratch with the plan."

"So there really is a plan?"

"Do you think we just make things up as we go along?"

"Honestly," Matt said, "I have no idea how you work."

"We have to walk," Natasha said, opening the door to the street, "Steve and Sam took the car."

"Whatever," Matt said. He let Natasha take his arm.

"How much does Foggy know?" she asked.

"About me or the case?"

"Everything."

"Everything about me. I've censored what I've told him about the case. About Barnes and Hydra and all the other crap in those files."

"I understand."

"Why?" Matt asked, leading Natasha down a short-cut back to his house. The alleyway was almost empty. "What's going on, Natasha? What are we waiting for? How do you know where you'll find Barnes?" The secrets being kept were almost palpable. "You've got a hell of a lot of explaining to do."

"I know," Natasha said, "So let's see how well you did your homework."