"Please hold, I'll get him," Karen said, sweetly, and stabbed the button. "Hey, guys? This time it's Clint Barton and it was funny the first time, but it feels like bad luck to keep telling them Matt Murdock isn't in the office because he called in dead today."

"Impressively morbid," Foggy agreed. "Oh! Matt, I will buy you lunch if you let me pretend to be you this time around, I can totally do it, it'll be fun."

"He's a spy," Matt said, fighting the urge to break into a smile. "I think he'd notice."

"That's the whole point! - aw, okay, fun-killer."

Karen cleared her throat. "No, this is time sensitive, guys: I've got him on hold right now: five bucks says he hangs up in ten minutes."

"Five minutes," Foggy said. "They're on to us, I think."

"At least twenty," Matt said, with the despondent tones of someone who'd seen Hawkeye crouch near-motionless next to a window for two hours.