4754/We Need to Stop Meeting Like This

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We Need to Stop Meeting Like This
Date of Scene: 28 June 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Matt and Skye are attacked while catching up, but when they meet with Luke and Claire all the secrets come out.
Cast of Characters: Daredevil, Quake, Claire Temple, Luke Cage




Daredevil has posed:
Matt had hoped for a bit of normalcy when Skye called him about grabbing a coffee. Coffee with a friend from the orphanage, what could go wrong with that?

First off, it wasn't entirely a social call, Skye had stepped in a few things on a recent trip to China, and second, Chinese gangsters.

He and Skye had been walking and talking coffees in hand when a van pulled up and men jumped out trying to grab Skye. Despite being on a public street Matt had no choice to act, he threw his coffee in the face of the first guy out of the van and tripped a second guy with a cane before Skye fought off the other two, but not before one of them took a swing at her with a knife for her troubles.

Matt for his part took a brief hit on the head as well, so needing to get off the street and not really caring that he was, to what Skye knew of him, a blind man leading the way quickly down the street. Naturally, headed for the clinic hoping Claire was there, and despite the yelling he was about to get, could save him from having to patch Skye up himself and explain that to her as well.

Quake has posed:
Skye, as predicatable if you knew her, was all protests at first.

"Look, dude, there is a whole department back at SHIELD devoted to complaining about having to patch us up because we don't know any better than to not step into things like bullets and blades."

Not to mention the delightful other things like bombs, car crashes, poison, and other sundry surprises that become expected when you're a SHIELD agent. Of course if she reported in there, it would be on record, and someone would speak to Clint, who was going to find out about it anyway, but the amount of haranguing she was going to get about this matter while she tried to figure out which group of people belonged to that little bit of street entertainment..

"Fuck. On second thought, let's do this your way. And while we're at it, what the hell was up with that coffee and stick song and dance? And don't give me any of that good instincts or other senses enhanced bullshit. I live with a deaf man." Well, he wasn't deaf anymore. "That there wasn't natural. I've seen Clint's aim be worse, and he's Hawkeye."

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire is, for her part, not all that surprised, definitely not impressed, but possibly a little intrigued as she takes the call in her small office. "You've got... what? Oh. That's... You get into this kind of thing a lot, Murdock. Uh-huh. Fine, let me get the name," she says, scribbling on the fronts of a few new chart folders. "Okay. I'll have a bed ready when you get here," she says as she hangs up.

Well, let no one say there isn't a need, she thinks to herself as she gets the new charts ready. "Friggin' vigilantes running around getting sliced up... God, I love my work," she says drily as she yanks the curtain back from around one of the beds and pulls a suture kit from the supply cabinet.

"At least he called ahead this time, that's a development," she mutters as she checks over her preparations against her mental checklist. "Hopefully he leaves the friends in the PJ's back at his place..."

Daredevil has posed:
"Skye," Matt supplies to Claire leaving the spy's last name off the file. "And thanks Claire, I'll explain when I'm there," he almost adds it's not ninjas, but he had enough explaining to do as it is.

He hangs up the phone with a practiced gesture and stuffs the phone in his pocket, moving quickly down the street, barely sweeping ahead of him with the cane.

"I don't know what you're insuating," Matt says a touch defnesively. "I'm not even sure what happened back there, who are those guys are were they after me or you?" he asks trying to do a bit of damage control vis a vis his identity.

"We're looking for the Tanya Vasilyevna Free Clinic, I think it's on this street, let me know when we get there."

It's just up ahead and Matt knows it.

Quake has posed:
Matt earns himself a classic 'I wasn't born yesterday' look from Skye.

"Do you remember what I do for a living? Seriously? You're going to feed me that shit and tell me it's a sandwich?" Skye just shakes her head. "Your funeral. As for who and why, let's play a game of information exchange. Besides, I'm not sure you'd believe me anyway."

She's not quite up to snuff on all Matt /can/ do, but she's not buying the 'what? me? did I just do that? *innocent* nothing but a blind guy who got lucky' act Matt is throwing her way. Still, she leads on.

"Let me guess - that big building ahead with one pissed off black lady standing out front. She your friend? Because dude, you should be glad it's me not you needing stitching. That is one unhappy look she's throwing your way."

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire shoves her cell phone into her scrubs pocket after dashing off a quick text to Luke Cage -- Hey, Matt's dropping in, if you want to keep me from smacking him... -- and waits outside the clinic for her patients. The space is ready, the back doors are locked, and if ninjas turn up to raid a suture kit, she'll make it Matt Murdock's problem. Or Luke's.

She appraises the pair with quick glances as they arrive. "First bed past the desk on the right," she says. "Don't drip!"

Daredevil has posed:
"Well, only seems fair, you don't believe my story," Matt answers about not believing her story. "But you can always try me."

"Wouldn't know," Matt says about Claire's description, smirking faintly at the mistake. "But we're about the right spot on the street."

Claire's voice is met with a continued smile, "Thank Claire," he says and lets Skye lead the way pausing a moment at the door to listen for people following them. "Claire, this is Skye, Skye, this is Claire," he says when he's satisfied, moving into the clinic behind his cane.

Quake has posed:
"Because your story is bullshit," Skye says, then shrugs. "Whatever. Pissed off some folks in China. It's either a turf war or the fact that I stole someone's toy. Regardless, no actual clue why they'd follow me this far."

By this time they've arrived at the clinic and are being directed; Skye's hand is clasped around the worst of her wound, though it extends past her fingers on her forearm, making it a fair decent sized gash. And the admonishment makes her laugh, "Geeze. It's almost like being back at the Trisk. Only with less mother hen clucking and no stern looks from my SO." Of course Skye had graduated from having an SO (technically - she still was under Clint's watch on the finer points of being a field agent... it was complicated).

She nods to Claire. "Not sure I need a bed. Just a couple of stitches. See?" She holds up her arm - fingers still around the wound, because, well, she's not stupid, and it is still bleeding.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire nods to Matt and then rolls her eyes. Of course. "How about, you're not allowed dripping on my new waiting room chairs while I seal your limb, so there's a bed with a suture kit next to it instead?" She strides forward and points for emphasis. "The whole point of having a clinic is patients go where I tell them..."

"Skye," she says, grabbing the first chart on her batch and a pair of gloves from the rack of boxes against the wall. "How did you manage it, did they follow you... and what the hell is the Trisk?" She peers carefully at Skye's face.

Luke Cage has posed:
Luke is driving when he gets Claire's text, nearly home. He pulls a few quick turns and soon he is pulling up at the clinic. Seeing the lights on, he goes up to the door and lets himself in.

"Claire? Matt.. Oh," he says as he comes in and sees Claire starting to tend to a woman he doesn't know. He glances at Matt. "You okay?" he asks and sidles around Skye to one of the chairs, giving Claire a wide berth. He knows better than to get in her way when she's working. Or any time, really.

Quake has posed:
"Oooo, now see, if you knew me at all you'd know I don't do orders very well." The girl doesn't lie. Still, Skye follows along to the room, and parks her fanny on the table there like a good little patient.

"Pretty sure we weren't followed. They jumped out of a van and took a few swings at us. Matt there lost a decent cup of coffee in a valiant effort to stave them off before he got clocked a good one on the head."

Skye gives Matt a smug little smirk as she tattles.

"And the Trisk is kinda where I work. Funny story. Last time I got jumped in a van, I got given an offer I couldn't refuse." She thinks about it a minute, then frowns. "Actually, I guess that's different. I was the one in the van that time. No matter. And yeah, doubt they'll be making an appearance. Pretty sure I know what it was and they're pissed with me, not you. They tore outta there like a bat out of hell."

Daredevil has posed:
"Don't know what you're talking about," Matt insists, about his story. Running some alternate stories in his head that doesn't have him running around the rooftops in a red suit if Skye keeps pushing.

"And it wasn't that bad," Matt protests about the hit, sending a frown Skye's way. He'd been hoping to slip out and deal with it himself.

Luke's arrival gives him a moment's reprieve and he raises a hand in greeting when the man speaks, "Hey Luke," he says before sighing, guess he wasn't going to get away without being tended to by Claire. "Yeah, I'm fine, we ran into a bit of trouble, like my friend said," he says before getting around to introductions. "Luke this is Skye, Skye this is Luke, if you need a hand dealing with whoever those guys were, Luke's your man."

Claire Temple has posed:
"Did he, now," Claire asks drily with a withering look over her shoulder at Matt before giving Luke a nod. "You know I've got a chart ready for you, right, Matt?" she calls. "Got room for plenty of pages in it," she notes under her breath. She looks down at the gash on Skye's arm and sighs.

"Knowing they're pissed at someone else has never stopped anyone not-so-friendly from passing along greetings to me," she says, rolling the shoulder above her own previously cut arm. "Turns out he's pretty good for that kind of thing," she says, jerking her head toward Matt.

"And those types like to come back. Now, let's see what you've brought in..." she says, cracking open a saline bottle and tapping the underside of Skye's elbow to hold the arm while she debrides the wound.

Luke Cage has posed:
"Looks nasty," Luke says to Skye with a nod to her arm.

"What happened to you two?" Luke asks Matt, getting up. He walks over to the window in the clinic door and looks out into the night for any signs of trouble. He is careful with his words, not sure what is safe to say in front of Skye.

Quake has posed:
"Well, they drove off. I think it was one of those accidental sighting things? Like they weren't actually tracking me down?" She sounds a lot like she's trying to convince herself. After all, why would they hunt her down specifically? Okay, so there was the stopping a fairly well organized turf war.. though hunting down specifically smacked a hell of a lot more of Karl. Karl, she knew, was PISSED with a capital P. Either way, it was most likely they'd been driving around and recognized her face. And she was pretty sure it was her as they'd not made any moves towards Matt... Just another reason his well aimed coffee to the face stood out.

Obediantly, she holds up her arm for Claire to take a peek at. It's your run of the mill slash. Deep enough and long enough for stitches. Not looking like it's going to affect her use of the arm in any way, though Skye totally is peeking around now. "Hey, you can fix that up so I don't lose any mobility right? I mean, I use a bow." She actually sounds worried about that. "I mean, I can shoot anyone with a scarred up arm.." But archery? Not so sure about that.

Luke gets a crinkle of nose. "I pissed some people off. Kinda goes with the territory with my job."

Daredevil has posed:
"Guess you've got one more page to add," he says making his way across the room to find and sit on one of the other beds. He sighs and waits his turn.

"So who'd you get in trouble with in China? And why would they come after you here?" he asks Skye, sounding legitimately curious and concerned, despite the element of deflection involved.

Claire Temple has posed:
"Hey, Luke, could you..." Claire says as she swabs disinfectant around Skye's wound. She cants her head toward one of the rolling tables. "Let's lower it a little so she can rest her arm on that while I... embroider." She pulls a dry-wipe towel from the suture kit and puts it onto the tabletop.

Matt gets a smirk and a shake of her head. Skye's chatting... well, if Matt's in new trouble now, it's hardly news, but at least whoever-it-is isn't here. She reaches into the kit and pulls out a syringe to waggle. "Now that we've got a fancy clinic, patients get to have anesthesia for once," she says as she pulls the cap.

"Hey, look, it's Daredevil," she says as she sticks the syringe into Skye's skin and taps the plunger.

Luke Cage has posed:
"Got it," Luke says and pulls the table over for Claire.

"Goes with the job? What do you do again? Knife sales?" he jokes to Skye, then raises an eyebrow at Matt when Claire makes her quip. "At least you got here quick," Luke says, moving right along. "Claire is good, really good."

"You've always got interesting friends, Matt," he ribs Murdock.

Quake has posed:
"Haha fu--UUUUCK" Skye grimaces as the syringe goes in. "Warn a girl next time."

She scowls. "That hurt. And haha.. ha.." Skye gives Claire an odd look. "You weren't kidding, were you. You're pissed at him. Oh. My. God."

Matt gets a bit of a glare. "You're an asshole. I'm just a poor blind boy with unerring aim. Blah blah.." She goes to make flappy hand at him, but that arm is just a little bit busy right now.

Daredevil has posed:
"Don't you know it," Matt replies to Luke, including Luke himself in that number.

The mention of Daredevil causes a momentary lapse of the act as his head swivels towards Claire and he gives her an accusing look for the space of a heartbeat before the expression settles into a forced smile. "Yep, that's me, the blind guy running acrossd the rooftops. You've known me since I was a kid Skye, think if I had killer aim I'd have let Billy Capello beat my ass like he did that one time?" he asks.

He had as a matter of fact. It was one of the hardest things he'd done in his life.

"Anyhow, Claire's just pissed because I bring trouble to her door," he says, "So, I am hoping these whoever they were that jumped us, don't come calling, I'm running out of credit," he says changing the subject or trying to.

For Luke and Claire they've seen all this before the denials and the games to keep the line between Daredevil and Matt Murdock in place.

Claire Temple has posed:
"Well, yeah, he is an asshole," Claire allows as she finishes sticking and anesthetizing around the wound. "Got me on some ninjas' radar, made a mess of my couch..." She shakes her head and sucks in a breath through her teeth. "Got my arm sliced by some damn ninjas, who knew they liked Josie's, too..." she trails off as she pulls the suture needle and gives the lidocaine a few minutes to deaden the nerves around the injury. "Although he did take the stitches out. That was nice."

She waves a hand in front of Skye before she starts sewing. "So I'll try to get this sealed up as quickly as I can, and hopefully it won't pull." Her voice drops. "If you behave yourself. Don't even dream of drawing a bow until the stitches come out." She scowls and waggles the forceps with the suture needle for emphasis. "I mean it."

"Give them at least two weeks to heal, don't scratch, and you should be fine to shoot again," she says as she starts putting in stitches. "And if you need it, your childhood friend over here can take them out." She spares Matt a narrow-eyed glance and cocks a look at Luke before she makes with the sewing.

Luke Cage has posed:
Luke gives Matt a sidelong glance, face neutral, when Skye accuses Matt of being Daredevil. He laughs for emphasis when Matt retorts about a blind man running on the rooftops. They've played this game before.

He goes over and checks out the window again, to satisfy himself that the coast was still clear, then shrugs to Claire when she looks his way.

"Nothing moving out there," he says.

Quake has posed:
Skye frowns at Matt. "Not sure that's making your case. You were a kid. And a blind one at that. Lots could have happened since then. Plus everyone knows Daredevil doesn't kill anyone."

"No archery. Got it. But I better damn well be able to do the rest of my job. Fury'll have my ass.. actually.." She hrms. "Maybe they've got some dohickey dodad that'll fix this up right good and quick and faster than good old stitches." Skye seems slightly pleased with the prospect of that, even if she's not really the 'likes medbay' type. She's more the 'drag me there kicking and screaming over my dead body' type. Though she'd no doubt there were a whole cadre of folks quite willing to make sure she behaved if she had to follow Claire's orders.

"And right. He'd not Daredevil, but he'll take my stitches out. You folks are just a barrel of laughs, aren't you?" Matt gets a glower. "Remember me? What I do for a living? Do you actually have any clue what I can do?" Of course he doesn't.

There's a semi-nod, though, and Skye turns to Claire, "Really pretty sure these ones are my fault. Odds are they belong to the guy whose toy I stole. He really wasn't happy about that. Turns out he's fairly well placed and has resources to burn to prove just how unhappy he is." She leaves out the bit about how Karl wanted her, too, so sending folks after her really wasn't all that far a stretch on his part. Though they had given up fairly easily.

Daredevil has posed:
It's a good things looks don't have much effect on Matt, because he's taken some withering ones today. He makes himself smile bemusedly, in the face of what he can piece together of people's tones. "Sure, lots can happen, but getting my sight back? So, not one of those things," he says. "See?" he says pulling off his shades. "If Claire has a light around here, you can check if they respond."

The bit about the stitches earns a frown, "Learned it when I was a kid, did I ever tell you my Dad was a boxer? Anyhow, you can do a lot by touch."

The bit about what Skye can do gives him a bit of a pause. He knows who she works for and the last thing he wants is SHIELD taking a hard look into the life of Matt Murdock.

"Can we talk about this later?" he asks her, before following up with, "And what sort of toy? If you need help and you can't go to your boyfriend or your friends from work, I wasn't joking about Luke here. He's tougher than he looks."

Claire Temple has posed:
"Ah-ah," Claire says after Matt offers a view of his eyes. "Just a few more. His eyes don't respond. He's indeed blind," she says. "Give me any guff about these stitches and I'll order a splint and sling. But if you've got people with better stuff than what I have here, I'd love to know what the hell you're doing here wasting one of my kits," she says with a frown.

"Nothing's... moving," she says, snipping off the next-to-last stitch. "Because ninja incursions are easy to spot in advance? Those assholes the other night weren't," she says.

"Luke is a lot tougher than he looks," she says as she knots the last stitch. "Hell of a bodyguard," she says with a smile. "Quite effective for almost all ninja weapons." She snips the excess from the last suture and sets aside the forceps in favor of some gauze and tape. "This stays *on*, got me? You jack these up doing the rest of your job, whatever that is, and you don't get to shoot again." She glares. "Try me."

Luke Cage has posed:
"Luke Cage, Hero for Hire That's me," Luke says with a smile. "But if it makes you feel any better, I'll do a walk around the building."

"Glad you're okay, Matt," he says to Murdock. "Good to meet you," he says to Skye. Then he opens the clinic door and slips out into the night to make sure Claire is not hassled.

Quake has posed:
Skye gives Claire an appraising look. "Holy shit, if it weren't for the part where I'm looking at you and know it isn't, I'd swear you were my former SO. Because, damn, you have May down pat." She gestures with her free, uninjured hand. "That whole 'try me' look? Deadpan May."

The woman gives a tiny scowl. "Trust me, though, there are people paid to make sure I don't mess up what you just did there. If it isn't my boyfriend, it will be my other friends.. And I suppose I really should say the offer of Luke there probably isn't needed?"

"And geeze, I know he's blind. But I saw what I saw. There was no touch with that coffee cup, or that little tripping gesture with that stick of yours." Matt gets a brow raised look. "What? Your friend here is the one making cracks about who you are or aren't. Why are we talking about all this later?"

Claire's words draw her away from her attention on Matt, though. "So, wait. You're not kidding, are you? You've been having troubles with attacks. And I'm guessing all the snide comments about ninja and the third degree I'm getting here is because that's been the main offender?" She frowns. Not only because ninja played a part in that turf war they broke up, but also because Genus had complained to her about something similar. "You sure you guys don't need the help?"

Daredevil has posed:
"Later Luke," Matt says and puts his shades back in place and sighs, scratching just above the bridge of his nose.

Skye had a point. Now was as good as later.

"Fine, I'm Daredevil," he admits. "Still blind, but I have other senses that compensate. And yeah, we've had trouble with ninja lately, though, we can handle it, the last thing we need is more of us popping up on that Index of yours. Especially if it gets out again." He takes a breath and when he speaks again, his tone is more calm, measured, "I keep all this a secret, have kept it a secret since before we met, to protect the people I care about, if it got out who I was, ninjas would just be the tip of the iceberg."

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire waves to Luke as she snaps off her gloves. Matt's confession is met with a quiet smile. "To say the least," she notes as she starts scribbling in Skye's records. "We've been having problems with ninjas of all kinds, they come and they go. And generally they get taken care of just fine. I just wish we didn't have so many." She gives Skye a narrowed glance and puts a few more notes on the inside of the chart folder, opposite the page notes. "We don't need any investigations here, thank you very much." She puts down the pen and takes the chart along to the next bed over. Cleanup can wait. If Luke keeps the place safe, she'll have time.

"Matthew Murdock," she says in a dry voice, and then she sighs. "First things first. Just how did you get hit, and where?" She pulls on another set of gloves.

Quake has posed:
"No, seriously, that's kind of what I do? And to be honest, a friend has been having some issues with a gang of ninja. Well, one ninja." Genus hadn't said gang. Just one particularly fearsome and terrifying female who he wasn't about to go against even if he'd told Skye about the whole lousy affair, because as much as he trusted SHIELD, he was pretty certain that lady /would/ kill him if she got her hands on him, and likely before SHIELD could rescue him, despite Skye's assurances otherwise.

She almost misses Matt's confession.

"No, like seriously?" She's quiet now. All thoughftul and not sure what next steps were in all this. In some ways she was glad of Claire's little time out to give herself a breather.

Daredevil has posed:
"Working on that," Matt says of there being too many ninja. Though he doesn't argue the rest.

Matt surpresses a slight inborn Catholic shudder at his full name being uttered with a dry voice like that it brought up images of nuns and rulers. He shifts his hair out of the way to show where a slight cut and a wide bruise was forming just above his temple. "There," he says.

As to Skye's ninja problems, "What'd this ninja want?" he asks. "We're dealing with two groups, one I found stealing electronics, the others have wider criminal ambitions."

"And yes, seriously," Matt says. "And I'm hoping we can count on you to keep that secret to yourself. I know you have a duty to your organization, but, if my friends and I are outed our work becomes that much harder, while SHIELD and your boyfriend in the Avengers deals with space mold and cyber-terroists, we're down in streets stopping the drug dealers, the abusers, the murderers, we're all part of the same fight, so maybe we can help each other out?"

Claire Temple has posed:
"And if you can't help with all our street-level shit while you're blasting aliens and I don't even know what else, at least don't hinder us," Claire says as she holds Matt's hair out of the way and pokes gently around the cut. She frowns and rocks her head back and forth. "Not a great spot, but it's small and pretty shallow. I could glue it, or I could stitch it. Might get a small scar. One way or another, though, you're staying in for the night," she says. "And that's final."

She knuckles open Matt's chart and rolls her eyes. "And if you don't have a bag of frozen peas to hold on it when you get home, I'll be happy to donate. Anything else? Headache, nausea, ringing, dizziness?" She eyes the lawyer critically. "Lie to me and I'll put you on a heart rate monitor, counselor."

Quake has posed:
It's like a switch flips. Whatever she was prior, or sitting here, Skye is suddenly all the serious.

"Woah. Back up a step." She pushes hair from her face and sighs, giving Claire a small apology. "So. Fine. I work for SHIELD. Thought you might have recognized the face from all that Rising Tide crap. Kinda took a beating there on the notoriety train."

Matt gets a slowly considered nod. "Damn. That's actually pretty hefty. And I am guessing Luke knows too, huh?" She nods to herself. Of course Luke knows. "I was a hacker long before I worked for SHIELD, Matt," Skye says quietly. "We don't name drop. Or dump people's secrets. We live by that shit. My reputation lives on that shit. So, you're Daredevil. And I'm DarkSky. And I have no clue what to say next."

Another push of hair from her face. "Clint doesn't know what I do about my friend. Well, some he does. Not all. Most of it is a need to know basis. Pretty much leaves my boss and me in that little loop." And Oracle, but Skye isn't about to give that contact up either. "Not sure what I can do to help out at your level. Most of what I do is behind a keyboard. But my friend could use help. He's been threatened by one of your ninja. Though from what I can tell you're lousy with the things around here. Can't throw a stone without hitting one."

"Course, I don't think his problem is that grade of ninja. He was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to help him before she got to him."

Cards. Mostly on the table.

Daredevil has posed:
Matt almost nods when she tells him the wound is in a bad spot but that wouldn't help, he keeps still making an affirmative noise instead. "Glue," he says and the rest he takes in stride only remarking, "If I'm staying in, you're locking up and heading home when I leave, can't make sure your safe from my place otherwise."

"And no, none of that other stuff," he adds honestly.

Nodding vaguely in Skye's direction, Matt says, "DarkSky?" he asks, he'd heard the name mentioned in the brief skimming of the Rising Tide papers he got when he'd taken her case. As to what to say next? "As little as possible, we'll do the same. I don't want to expose you either."

"Well, while we have a lot of ninja to deal with already, but if we can help your friend we can. What more can you tell me about his situation? And as for how you can help, street level or otherwise good intelligence is helpful, how about we keep that door swinging both ways as much as our jobs and our secrets allow?"

Claire Temple has posed:
"Okay," Claire says, pulling out a disinfectant swab from the nearest cabinet. "Big sting, but you're one of these extra tough boxer-ninjas, so you can handle it," she snarks while she reduces the mess in and around the wound. She fans her hand in front of the wound to dry it, then starts fiddling with the medical superglue tube.

"You said *she*," she tells Skye at length and before she dabs the adhesive onto Matt's cut. "Didn't realize ninjutsu was such an equal-opportunity profession, at least for the solo gigs." She looks at Matt's injury with an appraising frown and nods, shucking the gloves over the glue tube to keep from sticking her fingers together.

Quake has posed:
"Might be able to throw some information your way," Skye nods to Matt. "And yeah. DarkSky. That's my hacker name. Before the Rising Tide gig, maybe five? six people in the world knew that Daisy Johnson was DarkSky. That little undercover gig blew that out of the water, but it still carries weight in some places."

She shrugs, only to frown at Claire. "To hear my friend tell, she was in charge of the whole gig. Or at least his little interrogation. She wanted some information for a friend of hers, and she wasn't about to take no for an answer. To be frank, he's afraid. And my poking around in it will blow his cover. Still trying to figure out the best way to go about helping him."

Daredevil has posed:
Matt snerks lightly at the boxer-ninja bit, "You make it sound like I fight people in my underwear." He takes the clenser and glue without complaint then frowns at what Skye says.

If Claire had hooked him up to that heart rate monitor the pace would definitely be picking up.

"W-what sort of information?" he asks.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire shakes her head with a sigh and scribbles down the evening's notes for Matt's chart. "All kinds of information out there, huh," she mutters.

She picks up both charts and puts them into her office, then closes the door and activates the biometric lock. She hurries back to clean up the station at Skye's bedside.

Quake has posed:
Skye considers her answer to Matt before speaking. "Uh.. well, I guess it's not exactly top secret, given most of it was leaked." Most, not all. Like her file. And May's. And a few other's. "SHIELD has Index Files on persons of interest. My friend said she was most interested in getting a copy of that... fuck."

That's about when it hits her.

"Fucking god-damn. Whatever. Just realized something. Too late to worry about it now, though."

Daredevil has posed:
Matt doesn't respond to Claire's remark, except to "Hrm," quitely, a sure sign that she's hit the mark.

"God," Matt says when it comes out. "She wanted a copy of the Index files?"

"And what did you figure out?" he asks distractedly.

Quake has posed:
The frown remains a feature on Skye's face. She's bothered enough by her realization that she doesn't immediately catch that Matt knows full well what the Index Files are. And not in a 'we read this on the net' kind of way.

"I'm in those files," Skye says quietly. "You wanted assurance of your secret? My secret is in them. Only I don't know all the answers to my secret. Just a bunch of redacted files and the fact that I'm not quite human."

She doesn't look at either of them as she says it. It felt weird, and strangely liberating, to speak it aloud to strangers. Well, almost strangers.

Then it hits her, and she looks up, "Wait. You know exactly what I'm talking about - the Files I mean. You know who I'm talking about. Who wanted them." Her eyes narrow on him. "My friend is in danger. What the hell do you know?"

Daredevil has posed:
Matt blinks behind his shades. "Wait not human? Are you a mutant or something?" he asks.

Then Skye puts the pieces together and questions him directly. "I know who he was talking to," he says, head turning to Claire wearing a warning expression. "Let me talk to them, I think I can work this out and get your friend out of trouble."

Quake has posed:
"No, not a mutant," Skye says softly. "Something else. We're not sure what. Just that I'm.. not all human." She shrugs, then nods at Matt. "I should probably, yeah, I should probably a lot of things."

There's a sigh from the woman, her anger suddenly spent, caught in that wave of not knowing exactly what she is, and realizing that even if she's not a mutant, there are those who will regard her as such - that whatever she is is just as bad - and treat her differently. That she's just trusted herself to this... well, group of strangers, really. Even if he was her lawyer, and something of a childhood friend, and she did hold his identity in her hands as much as he held hers now.

"I don't know who the hell she is, or why you know her, or think you can fix this, but if you could make it happen, I'd be grateful."

Daredevil has posed:
Despite everything, Matt offers a sympathetic look. "I know what it's like being different, and I appreciate the trust you've shown in me, us," he says gesturing at the others in the room.

He slips off the bed and makes his way over to put a hand on Skye's shoulder moving confidently without the cane he left on the bed.

"And I can tell you more details if you want them, but, yes, I think I can help you, Skye," Matt promises in quiet tones.

Quake has posed:
There's a succint nod from Skye, "Given the circumstances? I think that would be best." Genus isn't just her friend, he's connected to SHIELD, and whatever he has access to, whoever this mystery woman does too. And Matt knows who she is. "We need to talk."