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[araneidal]

It's a long story.

[ And most of it, she's not interested in outlining. Enough experience with the alternate here means only echoes of the people she knows at most, and Natasha was never one to have the same expectations. The important lines are this, as Neruda says, plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers. She never had to weigh histories with Matt. He knew. ]

My name is Natasha Romanoff. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[devilsavocado]

[ He believes her. He's read Neruda before and he knows how the rest of the sonnet goes. ]

Black Widow.

[ That doesn't explain anything at all, though. ]

You know who I am?

[ He means Daredevil. But the love poem kind of makes him wonder, too. ]

[araneidal]

Yes.

[ Nelson & Murdock. Daredevil. There's very few pulses Natasha doesn't know the beat of, and some things stay the same. Steve volunteered for an experiment. Clint brought her in from the cold. Nelson & Murdock is standing. ]

[devilsavocado]

And you know me.

[ Somehow. He can sense what she's not saying-- she more than knows him, even if he doesn't know her. That's one hell of a long story. ]

It's a pleasure to meet you as well.

[araneidal]

I'm fondest of the lattes here.

[ For when he asks. Natasha isn't deeply concerned about lying — all of it's the truth, even if it's upside down dangling from a thread or at the end of a long corridor. If looked at with the right perspective. ]

There aren't many books in Braille, but you can talk to the librarian. She's been here a long time.

[devilsavocado]

That so?

[ Quite the way to ask a man out for coffee, but then she wouldn't be Black Widow otherwise. He didn't come here to read, not really. ]

Coffee sounds good. I'm sure I can find my way back here.

[ Even in a house that moves, Matt can always find his way around. ]

[araneidal]

[ A soft mm-hmm. No joke about needing tour guides. She can find him again if he's wandering around as his alter ego. ]

How do you like yours?

[devilsavocado]

Black.

[ Because Matt Murdock never lets himself have nice things, of course. ]

Shall we?

[ He offers her his arm-- she doesn't have to guide him. He'll have questions regardless of what she does. ]

[araneidal]

Yes.

[ She takes it. Not even here five minutes and he has himself a date, nice job, Matt. ]

[devilsavocado]

[ What can I say? It's a gift.

He walks in silence for a while, listening and letting her lead. If she knows him, she must know that silence is anything but. His senses pick up on the details around him, everything from the shape of her face to the sound of her breath.

Might as well break the silence. ]

So... Pablo Neruda?

[araneidal]

[ They never needed to say that much to each other. Natasha by definition is murky, and that's never stopped Matt from treading water, and . Her heartbeat is steady, movements smooth and coordinated. Not a step out of place. If needed she could scale the bookshelves and hop the library blindfolded, at speed. ]

He's one of my favourites. What about you?

[devilsavocado]

He's up there. I even read him in Spanish first.

[ Because Matt was a nerd all his life and took enough Spanish to want to impress girls with poetry. This kind of thing comes as naturally to him as fighting crime. ]

Te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

[ Of course, the words don't carry their meaning when Matt says it. He doesn't know her. For all that the "why" matters to him, she's the one having to be around someone she must have once loved. ]

[araneidal]

Did you?

[ Her mouth curves up at one corner, like this is a genuinely fascinating fact. Looking for the familiar grooves. Finding the right fit. ]

Greek is poetic, but I never got the hang of the vowels there.

[ Lie. Heartbeat still steady, no change in motion. ]

[devilsavocado]

Columbia didn't offer Greek.

[ More like Elektra was in his Spanish class so he stuck with it well past the point where he should have.

He hasn't heard enough of her lies to catch her tone, but he can hear her muscles move into a smile if he focuses. ]

You know Elektra?

[ I mean, he figures that's why Greek came to mind. Maybe in another life he asked her out instead of Elektra. Maybe in another life they ran in similar circles, killing similar people. (which they totally did) ]

[araneidal]

[ Columbia as well. Interesting. She hums quietly. ]

May I call you Matthew?

[devilsavocado]

[ He'll take that as a yes, but he just keeps walking. ]

Sure.

[ Matt really has to learn to up his spy game. ]

[araneidal]

I know her, and she knows me.

[ The useful things, kept in a way Natasha knew, stolen from her by Imus. Nothing of the other woman's heart — Natasha doesn't keep those, no one hands them to her. ]

[devilsavocado]

[ That's not exactly a surprise. Assassins tend to have more than Matt Murdock in common. ]

I haven't forgotten you, have I?

[ You'd have to be crazy to forget a woman like this. He's either known her in a past life or something's up. ]

[araneidal]

[ Sounding almost like laughter, ]

You missed an opening.

[ Couldn't forget someone like you, etc. etc. Natasha picks a table with plenty of light, far from the window. No snipers here, obviously, but it never pays to let oneself stagnate. ]

[devilsavocado]

[ He clears his throat, readying the line. Oh, he's just as bad in his world, you'll see. ]

Hard to believe I could forget a woman like you.

[ There you go, just as requested. He'd pull the chair out for her but, y'know, he has to at least pretend he can't sense it. ]

So, a latte?

[araneidal]

[ She does laugh, silvery and light. ]

Good try, Matthew. Yes, I'll have a latte please.

[devilsavocado]

[ Score one for team Murdock. Matt's quick to enjoy his victory, however slight. ]

The way I understand it here, if you wish it, it comes true, is that right?

[ Because that's not a loaded question or anything. ]

[araneidal]

[ He's young. It's kind of cute. Natasha's still smiling, and it doesn't take on a wistful twist. ]

I know all your tricks. Why don't you see for yourself?

[devilsavocado]

[ So young. So hopeful. So out of his league. ]

Alright, then I want a black coffee and a latte. Just like that?

[ Is he supposed to wave his hands? He waves a hand over the table anyway. Because he's really not used to this magic stuff. ]

[araneidal]

Just like that.

[ She stands, and walks for the counter. ]

I'll get it, hold on.

[ He has to be at least pretending to be blind. The smell of coffee: black and a latte, explode in the room. Natasha carries the cups back. ]