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When You're Cooked

Matt cowered. That was the only word for what he was doing, cowering, trying desperately to find anywhere in the universe where he could hide from the determined mob of reporters, angry citizens and police officers currently camped out in front of the office desperately seeking a statement from him, answers, the truth. He didn't know what to do. He felt cornered, trapped. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest as he considered how completely and totally over his life was the moment he left the building.

He had listened, earlier, as Foggy gave a vague and noncommittal statement to the press on the steps outside. He told them that the accusations were being made without any proof and that he stood by his friend and partner. Once the statement was made, he had been ushered into a taxi and left to go home, where Matt was certain a mob was also waiting for him. He supposed that Foggy's life was over now too.

"Blind Lawyer Matt Murdock is Daredevil", the New York Post headline had said. Matt couldn't even read the article for himself. He'd had to hear it summarized on the news. What was he going to do?

"You know, we have a saying," a voice said to his left, and it shocked him that he hadn't noticed the person in the room with him earlier. His senses were all over the place, swinging wildly between being oversensitive and non-existent with the stress of the moment. But how had this person gotten in?

"When an agent has their cover blown, we say they're cooked," said the voice. It was male, and deep.

"Who are you?" asked Matt. "How did you get in here?"

"A friend," said the man. "At a time when you don't seem to have a whole lot of them. The name's Nick Fury. Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I'm not an agent," said Matt, beginning to catch on to why the man was in his office and how he'd somehow gotten past the crowd out front.

"The principle still applies," said Fury. "And you could be. You're cooked, Mr. Murdock. I've seen footage of you in action. You'd be an asset to the organization."

"Not interested," said Matt.

"You sure about that, son?" said Fury, with genuine concern, and something in Matt's heart tugged at the affection he heard. "What do you think is going to happen now that your identity is public knowledge? Not only is your business, your partnership with Mr. Nelson, almost certainly over, but as a lawyer I'm sure you know that you'll be facing disbarment and a possible criminal investigation. Teams of law enforcement officials are probably already getting ready to go over every case you've ever argued with a fine tooth comb looking for any hint of a potential appeal. And that's disregarding the fact that every villain who you ever pissed off now knows exactly where to go, who to hurt, to get to you. Seems to me like you should be very interested in what I'm offering you."

"And what is that?" Matt asked, "A job?"

"No," said Fury, "An escape. You agree to work for us, and we can make all of this go away. I can make a phone call and within an hour every news outlet in the country will be retracting this story or ignoring it in a way that will make you piss your pants in terror at exactly how effective and efficient government can be when it actually wants to get something done. There will be no investigations. No prolonged media coverage. Nobody will know your name. Nobody will be able to connect you to Daredevil. And even if they could, you'd be long gone anyway."

"And Foggy?" Matt asked. "I can't just leave him, and he'd never stop looking for me if I disappeared."

"You'd be surprised at what you can do to protect the people you love," said Fury. "If you stay, you risk dragging him into this too. If you come with me, We'd keep an agent on him for awhile. Make sure he's safe and secure. And we'd intervene into any potential investigation or questions about his association with you or your actions as Daredevil."

"I..." said Matt, his chest heaving with the panic attack he was experiencing as he considered how few options he had in this situation. "I can't just..."

Fury handed him a phone. A burner. "Call him," he said. "Say goodbye. Tell him not to come looking for you."

Matt could only sob and nod as he began to dial.

Prompt Post #4

FILL: Ends of the Line (4/6)