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black_widow:

Natasha sat at a table in the dive bar with a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. Matthew weighed heavily on her mind and she was trying to drink him and the thoughts of him away. The man did nothing but complicate her life. One would think Natasha would have learned by now, but even the greatest hero could be a consummate idiot when it came to affairs of the heart and she was no exception.

She filled the shot glass and then downed the vodka.

Something pricked her in the neck. Then again. Her hand went up to her neck and she pulled out a tranquilizer dart. She looked at it for a moment before the world went black and she slumped over the table.

A man across the bar grinned. So much for the Black Widow. Now to gather the body and go after the Greek.

black_widow:

"And in a startling turnaround of events today there was a mistrial declared in the case of Carter Deems, alleged killer of Milla Donovan, wife of lawyer Matt Murdock. The judge cited that Deems wasn't apprehended properly and has taken a stand against vigilante justice in wake of recent severe activity by Daredevil."

Natasha hadn't really been listening to the news until she heard Deems' name. That it got her full attention. She listened intently and when the report was over a put formed in her stomach. Matthew. Natasha knew Matt and she knew how he was going to take this. Badly.

Natasha slipped on her uniform, attached her Widow's Bite and headed out into the concrete jungle that was New York. She had to find Matt before he did something stupid.

black_widow:

Natasha had spent the few days digging up as much information as she could on Matt's wife and her murder. She used her SHIELD credentials to get in to see Meeks. The man was still in the hospital after the beating Matt gave him, but he could talk. Talk he did. Natasha got a confession out of him and more information on who hired Meeks.

She wasn't sure if she should take this information to Matt, but she promised she would help him. The Widow always kept her word.

Natasha sighed and knocked on Matt's door.

guardian_devil:

Matt Murdock's hands roam of the cold, rigid features of the woman on the table beneath him, and he doesn't need sight to know who this is. He can feel it in scar on her left cheek from a childhood accident involving a fall from a tree. He can smell it in the Lavender perfume she always wore, the only perfume that he liked as much as Rose Oil. He can almost taste the scent of the citrus lotion she used, can feel the softness of her hair.

The call from Ben Urich hit him like a sucker punch to the gut. He and Urich were friends, but they'd been out of touch for a long time. When Ben called him, Matt had expected a tip-off on an arms deal, or information on a slave ring, or something like that. But the words out of Ben's mouth, he couldn't have imagined hearing in a million years.

Milla Donovan is dead, Matt. She's been murdered.

After confirming the identity of his ex-wife, Matt left the Coroner's Office and started walking. He was so numb, so cold, that he hadn't found time to cry yet. He would cry now; it was too soon. He remembered the the same thing happening with his father; the tears didn't come until much later. For now, Matt had to concentrate on the only thing that mattered until then.

Justice.

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