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@not-daredevil
Have you ever noticed that MATTHEW MURDOCK from the MARVEL UNIVERSE looks a lot like BEN BARNES? But HE also goes by DAREDEVIL. Having the ability of ACUTE SENSES, ENHANCED MARTIAL ARTS, & LACK OF FEAR TOXINS sure makes them a force to be reckoned with. They’re known to be CHARISMATIC but also MESSY and they’re 36 years old. ( OOC: star, they/she, pst, 21+. )
ofdrdoom:
Victor looked at the other for a moment after all it wasn’t that bright out that someone would need sunglasses “Well I still apologize, I was lost within my mind should’ve been paying more attention” He replied before tilting his head smirking slightly “I’m afraid I have no missus, I was on my way to do some grocery shopping for my new apartment. What about yourself? Hurrying home to your lover?”
“I suppose that was a bit of an assumption on my part,” Matt said through a breathy laugh. In situations like this, Matt was used to be coddled as if he was broken glass. Sure, he couldn’t see the way he used to, but people always assumed that meant he had to be protected. Little did they know, Matt was out here protecting Hell’s Kitchen from the evil within. Regardless he appreciated such a simple reply, “If by “lover”, you mean my job, then I’m happy to say I have no plans to see her.
“In fact, I happen to also be on my way to the market,” Matt mused, “Would you mind if I join you...?”
sentientvision:
Vision looked around as he heard the man speak, a soft smile coming to his lips. “Oh, thank you,” he said, running his fingers through his hair. Typically when he walked around the city, he wore a human guise, the easier to blend in. He sometimes forgot that humans had to do things like brush their hair, so he hadn’t thought about it before he left the house. “Oh, well–” He smiled sheepishly. “To be honest, I forgot to brush it before I left the house this morning. I am glad I don’t look like a ragamuffin as a result. Thank you for saying so.”
Either this man was always on his toes or he was hiding something. Not that Matt could judge, but he was almost positive that this person wasn’t human. But from what Matt could gather, there was nothing to worry about with him. Matt offers a reassuring smile as he takes a sip of his coffee, “I’m sure no one noticed; your charisma definitely outshines it.”
Gesturing to the seat across from him, Matt invites Vision to stay a while.
felinefelicia:
As he seemed to of grinned, Felicia smirked right back at him. Of course, boys were really her favourite kind of yarn. They were so fun. “See, we might have a problem.” She mentioned as he approached her, her eyes on the cane. She would like to think she was above robbing a blind person. Almost. “You see, I have a bit of a nasty habit of being a rule breaker. Makes my heart beat fast.” She said with a wink. Of course, she wasn’t going to divulge that she was actually talking about breaking actual laws.
Felicia looped her arm with his as he reached for her. She supposed having an ally who was a lawyer would come in handy. Money bought a lot of friends and lawyers so it seemed. “Careful. I might order the entire store.” She chuckled. “I’ll have a iced latte, coconut milk, one pump of vanilla please.” She looked over at the other before she spoke. “Felicia Hardy by the way. Young socialite with too much time on her hands and a handsome lawyer on her arm.”
Matt didn’t need sight to know that she was sizing him up, eyeing his cane and considering her options in that pretty little head of hers. Still, he makes no moves to confront her and upkeeps his smile, “I’d like to think there are better ways to get that rush; I can think of one that may be right up your alley.”
What he meant by that nobody would know because Matt didn’t elaborate. Instead, he focused intently on the exchange in front of him. It was only when Felicia gave her name did Matt turn his attention back to her. The introduction was nothing short of effortlessly charming. He offered his other hand, the other remaining at its place on her arm, “Matthew Murdock, handsome lawyer at your service.”
ledgerfilledwithred:
Hearing Matt’s familiar voice, a chill ran through Natasha. She thought that she was over this, that whatever they had. Apparently not, but she could act as if she was. “Do we?” She asked, not receiving a reply. Silence fell between the pair and she let it stay, not wanting to be the first one to break it. The tension rose comfortably. This was how things had always been between them. Her eyes followed him as Matt moved closer to her, breaking into her personal space. “I was out of the country so I left my phone. SIM cards and everything.” She said simply, a mischievous smirk tugging at the edge of her lip. Matt always brought a more devilish side of her out.
“You never were fond of doing things the easy way,” Matt recalled this fact with a breathy laugh, “Then again... I always did like that about you.”
It was easy for Matt to be drawn into Natasha. He was well-aware that he was standing closer than what would be considered professional, but with all the things they’ve been through, Matt wasn’t against breaking some rules if it meant being near the one person he always found his way back to.
“Am I always going to have to chase after you, or will you talk to me?” Tension danced on Matt’s voice, but he played it off as if it didn’t mean a thing. If he had been invading her space before, he was pushing his luck by bringing his face a few inches closer. While Matt may have not been looking at anything in particular except the general direction where Natasha stood, his eyes seemed to bore deeply into her own, “I prefer the former, but I don’t mind doing either if that’s how it’s going to be.”
felinefelicia:
“I don’t know. I find lawyers to be all the same. They always want to buy me a drink.” She beamed a little bit. Of course, Felicia had a way of being tongue and cheek if not outright brash. She charmed her way through heists for crying out loud. It was either super effective or they wanted her dead. She preferred the former. “Maybe or I just have an eye for details. Are you one of those lawyers who are sleazy and all that?” She asked before she looked him up and down for a moment before flashing her signature smirk. “If it is on you, who am I to refuse? Really saving a damsel here.” Oh she did make herself chuckle.
There were a lot of different ways Matt could describe the woman in front of him, but “damsel” was definitely not one of them. Nevertheless, his signature devilish grin made its appearance as he brought himself to his feet and reached for his cane, “A lawyer’s purpose is to uphold the law, I’d like to think that I do a pretty good job at that.”
Matt tried not to let his tone grow too serious, but his work was something he took pride in, and he wasn’t afraid to defend it when called into question. Maybe it was a lawyer thing. Old habits die hard. After raising to his feet, he reached out for Felicia’s upper arm and began to stroll in the direction of the register. The two were greeted by an unusually eager barista, who gave them the usual customer service greeting, and Matt took the lead, “Order whatever you like...”
Now would be a good time to get her name.
noireauggie:
“you’re so cute, matty, but thanks.” noire smiled big at him. “frankly, i should be saying the same to you since the listener role has always been my shtick, being a waitress and all.” she wasn’t much used to opening about how she was truly feeling, especially around people she considered friends. in away it seemed like she couldn’t trust them but that wasn’t it at all. actually, she had no idea why she hasn’t opened up yet. “that’s very sweet of you but you know a girl like me would definitely not fit in an office environment. sitting around all day—nah, i have to be on my feet moving around.”
Had it been anybody else, the conversation would have moved past this subject. It was obvious Noire wasn’t going to budge, so continuing would only be beating a dead horse with a stick. But Matt wasn’t like everyone else, and he firmly believed that there was always some way to help; it was just a matter of whether one was willing to put in the effort, “If that’s what works for you, we could find a way to make it work,” Matt concurred, “Everyone has their own set of... specialties, and we would want you to be able to use them.”
With that, he pressed the cup of espresso to his lips and waited for her response. If this angle didn’t work, Matt promised himself to lay off. For someone who loves the truth, he was always so quick to lie.
noireauggie:
“oh look at you, looking all spiffy for the office.” she grinned teasingly, taking a small piece of bread from the smaller plate. he always looked nice, at least in noire’s opinion. then again she’s always super nice about everything and will most likely compliment someone even if they think they’re having a bad hair day. “chipper you say? why i haven’t noticed!” a smile played on her lips as she leaned back into her chair, breathing out a somewhat relaxed sigh. “oh you know how work is. sometimes you love it sometimes you hate it. i’m a big girl, i can handle it.” of course, there had been multiple times where she didn’t think it was worth it and nearly quit right then and there whenever she got into it with her boss. bastard can be really stubborn sometimes, especially towards the waitresses and waiters. “all is well today, i’ll tell you that much.”
“All I’m saying is if you need anything, I’m right here,” Matt pointed out, “Sadly I don’t have the ability to read minds, so just let me know.” With that, he let the subject go. Nothing good would come from pestering her and he’d rather not get on her bad side before heading to the office. Not that Matt thought she’d do anything too bad, but he wasn’t willing to press his luck. And yet, Matt would continue pressing it, “You know... if you’d like a change of scene, you could always come work at the office.”
felinefelicia:
Felicia stopped as she heard the voice speak. Of course, Felicia would need a morning pick me up. Between having Peter crash in her apartment and helping him to repressing her impulse to basically case every joint and commit the most flashy robberies (she has a brand to keep up), everything had took a back seat in her life and she needed coffee. So hearing the voice and it being a compliment, Felicia’s eyes lit up. “What can I say? This city just agrees with me.” She beamed as her eyes traveled up and down before her eyes squinted. “Your that lawyer guy, right?” Of course she would run into some sort of law enforcement. As long as it wasn’t riot cops. She didn’t need that mess. She could handle a lawyer.
"That lawyer guy”? Never heard that one before. But Matt couldn’t find it in himself to be other than charmed, especially when she said it so sweetly. Foggy’s voice rang somewhere in the back of his mind. Something about beautiful women and best judgement? Sure, this girl seemed like trouble. In fact, he could feel it even with the distance between them. And yet, he was just too... curious to let her go. That was always the problem.
“I guess my reputation proceeds me,” Matt said with a mostly innocent smile, “Mind having a coffee with that lawyer guy? It’s on me.”
noireauggie:
“why thank you.” noire grinned, taking the seat across from him. “you look pretty handsome yourself there. going somewhere nice?” she was always one to find herself coming to coffee shops, especially on the days she wasn’t working. plus she would purposefully go to cafes and shops that the diner owner is explicitly competing against—for some reason—and would leave her cup at the diner whenever she visited to say hi to her coworkers. today was no different but it was nice seeing a friendly face in the midst of her petty acts. “must be a certain glow from finally escaping my job for the day. other than that, no i haven’t changed much about my hair. i might now though, thanks for the unintentional suggestion!”
“Don’t mention it; I just have a knack for that sort of thing.” Irony was not lost on Matt, but it didn’t bother him in the slightest. this happened so often, Matt was convinced that maybe his true superpower was fashion advice. He shifted his gaze in the direction of where Noire moved, “If you consider an office somewhere nice, then I’d say yes.
“But you seem a little too chipper to be off the job. Not enjoying the work?” Maybe it was the rate of her heartbeat or her quick agreement to a new hairdo (matt remembered reading somewhere that people undergoing a difficult time are likely to change their appearance) that made him grow concerned for the state noire was in. was her job making her that unhappy? And was there anything he could do to help? Typical matt. If Foggy was here, he would not hear the end of it. Yet, Foggy was not here and matt gave into his curiosity and concern.
the-legendary-quill:
peter was fighting off a galaxy sized headache. he’d grown incredibly used to the sheer strength of the alcohol yondu would brew up in his ship, so really terran drinks were like water to him – except for when you forget your limits and drink likely triple the lethal amount to the average man … please keep him in your thoughts. he’d heard caffeine would help, so that’s why he was there.
a small chuckle escaped him, ❝ i call it, ‘just rolled off the couch’ chic. ❞ peter joked, turning to face matt. he gave him a once over, ❝ you look like you have somewhere important to be. ❞
Maybe it had something to do with Peter’s demeanor, but Matt had no clue if that joke sailed over his head (or more accurately, past his eyes). Wouldn’t be the first time, but now Matt was wondering if Peter should get his vision checked. Amusement bubbled inside of Matt and he had to fight away a laugh. Unbeknownst to Matt, his face gave it away. Not that he could see that.
“That probably has something to do with the whole “lawyer” thing,” Matt shrugged, “You seem like you’re about to drop dead. Why not take a seat?”
ofdrdoom:
Victor looked around the place he’d now called home, it was quite the step down from his castle but this seemed to be where the most powerful people seemed to be calling home for the time being so he’d just finished fixing up this sorry excuse of a penthouse into something fitting for the king that he was when he decided he needed to stock up on a food and given the lateness in the day he might as well order take out when he returned from the store. This place was vastly different from his home he thought as he made his way over to the store he was thinking all the things he’d required when he bumped into someone. “Forgive me. My mind was away at the moment, are you alright?”
“No worries,” Matt smiled, righting himself and readjusting his walking cane, “Happens more often than you think.” In reality, he could have easily avoided the collision. However, something about Victor’s person convinced Matt to look into this individual more. He couldn’t quite place the feeling quelling deep in his gut, but it was something between suspicion and curiosity. Intuition was telling him to keep an eye out for this one, but he needed to know the reason why. “Rushing home to the Missus?”
ledgerfilledwithred:
“I live here.” Natasha replied in a tone that suggested it should have been obvious. “What are you doing here?” She questioned, wondering what had brought the other person to Stark Tower. “Need something?” It was both a genuine question and a prod for information. There had to be a reason they were there after all. People didn’t just show up unannounced for no reason.
“You and I have some unfinished business,” Matt replied. His tone, normally laced with an edge of playfulness, had gone flat. Standing from the spot he found himself perched, Matt slowly made his way over to Natasha. Nothing about his demeanor displayed any ill-intent, but there was something Matt wasn’t saying. Yet, he allowed the silence to thicken between them. He eventually stopped a few feet closer than what was probably acceptable and stared intensely at her. After what seemed like an eternity, he smiled his iconic devilish grin, almost as if those previous moments had vanished, “It would be hard to do my job if you don’t return my calls.”
@assemblestarter
Coffee shops are especially known for their bustling atmospheres and this establishment was no different. The baristas dashed around, voices rang out, and conversations floated through the air like the thick scent of espresso. Despite the overwhelming noise from this cafe’s patrons, Matt finds himself having a delightful brew to kickstart his morning. It wasn’t easy being a really good lawyer and protector of Hell’s Kitchen, but he made it work.
“You’re looking pretty dashing this morning,” Matt called over the noise, “Do something different with your hair?”