#avocadoiisms

Brock was sent in to locate the man in a black mask said to be terrorizing the neighborhood of Hell’s Kitchen, New York. A man who does all of his work at night. Either this guy’s afraid to be seen or he’s a vampire. Despite the grunt and foot work, Brock’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least somewhat curious. 

Using SHIELD’s intel to supplement what he already had on the Daredevil’s identity from Hydra’s files, he arrived at the building outside Nelson and Murdock. 

Jan smiled over at Matt as he spoke, her hand lightly tracing the mark in question.  When he finished, she moved to press her lips to his chest, as though she could kiss the memory of pain away.  She wouldn’t try to erase his scars; they were part of what made him who he was, along with the stories behind them.  

"Sometimes it’s hard to see the lines you’ve drawn until you’ve crossed them."

         “Foggy is buried in those files and from the look of it, so           are you. I’m getting lunch from that place at the corner,           do you need anything?”

The boys took care of her, when she had no one and needed  it the most, now it was her time to return that favor and do whatever she could for them. Even if it was just small things, like getting food.

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       Claire took a deep breath in before knocking at his door, a sudden rush of nerves over took her, she wanted to run away this was so embarrassing for the nurse. She chewed nervously at her cheek as she stood before his door, waiting for the man to answer it.}

            “You can do this, Temple. You can do this.”

"Cheers!"

Foggy clinked his glass against Matt's with a grin, then downed the contents. As the whiskey burned down his throat, he glanced up at his friend through long eyelashes and wondered how, even when he'd been reeling from the man's Daredevil revelation, he had ever thought he could cut Matt Murdock out of his life. 

"To Nelson and Murdock; may we continue to put away the baddies & keep the accounts in the black." 

They'd landed & won a big case -- the first one since Fisk, & Foggy had every intention of getting wasted to celebrate.

“Shit.”

Karen had been carrying a cup of coffee to her desk, when her heel snapped. These were her most worn out pair, so it wasn’t a surprise. She had figured it would break on the sidewalk, hopefully close to home. Instead she was carrying a hot beverage. 

Her ankle bent, following the sudden shift in her height. As a result her balance was thrown, Karen’s arm jerking as she reached out to steady herself on her office chair. Coffee went everywhere. Down her blouse and on the floor, the files on her desk. 

“Hot - hot coffee. Maaaatt - ?”