This is written for no other reason than for a bit of fun

Somewhere upstate

Art dealer Vanessa Marianna sat in a high back chair opposite an elderly woman. She leaned forward taking a delicate hold of a china teacup and watched the rock on her wedding finger sparkle in the afternoon light.

"You're looking well today" she commented to the woman while taking a sip of the tea.

"It's so nice of you to come and visit me dear" the woman replied lifting her own cup to her lips.

Vanessa smiled kindly and took a moment to study the elderly lady who would soon be her mother-in-law. Mrs Vistain did indeed look well. The routine weekly visits had been very hit and miss. Some days the older woman would regale tales of Wilson Fisk's youth, giving Vanessa some precious second hand memories of the man she loved. Other days her failing mind reduced the visits to repeated introductions, weather reports and statements about the décor of the beautiful care facility she had been moved to. Fisk had planned to move her to Italy but that had been put on hold when he had been incarcerated.

Six months had passed since the night Fisk had been arrested along with his tangled network of crime. Six months since he whispered promises and requests to Vanessa right up until the moment the police dragged him from the apartment. One of those wishes had been for her to watch over his mother, something she had been happy to do.

Her life had taken such a turn since meeting her future husband. She'd grown accustomed to being pursued by wealthy men over the years but there was something different about Wilson Fisk. Maybe it was the power he held. He loved Hell's kitchen and had the ability to made things happen. Those things may not have all been above the law, but she had been in awe of how far a web he had cast across the city. He had loyal people in every dark corner and she had quickly become one of them.

In the beginning Vanessa had fought to get her betrothed out of prison but Fisk didn't seem to be in much of a hurry. Although he had lost a battle the big man explained that they were part of a much bigger war. His strengths had always been in seeing the bigger picture, he could just as easily orchestrate his network from behind locked doors as he could down in the street and Vanessa swiftly accepted that situation.

Over the months Vanessa had woven herself into the web becoming a kind of matriarch to Fisk's remaining henchmen. Using their loyalty to the kingpin of crime to rebuild his fallen empire whilst searching out leads as to whom had murdered his poor second in command James Wesley.

Vanessa poured herself another cup of tea and listened as Mrs Vistain told tales of a chubby child's innocent exploits during a particularly harsh winter of yesteryear. She giggled at the anecdote and watched as the older woman's expression grew pensive.

"I don't often think back to times when Wilson's father was alive…." Mrs Vistain began as Vanessa once against lifted the tea-cup to her lips.

"… I think the last time was when that couple came to visit me".

Vanessa froze with the cup to her mouth. Her eyes grew wide as she listened and forced herself not to react. Mrs Vistain's mind was fragile and Vanessa didn't want anything to interrupt the current flow.

"Couple?" she eventually enquired, gently prompting the woman to continue.

"They were lovely. A dark fellow and his lady friend"

Placing the cup back on the coffee table Vanessa held her breath. Fisk had informed her that his mother held the answers to who killed Wesley and back when the weekly visits started she had unashamedly pushed the elderly woman for information on Ben Urich's visit. But all the efforts had proved fruitless and she eventually gave up the ghost.

Urich, the meddlesome reporter had sworn to Fisk that he'd visited Mrs Vistain alone but one look into the guy's eyes told the big man he was lying. There was another person out there in Hell's Kitchen that knew secrets Wilson Fisk didn't want exposing and that person could very well have been the one who pumped his bespectacled lieutenant full of lead.

Vanessa relaxed back into the chair and attempted to slowly steer the conversation in the right direction.

"Were they married, the couple who came to see you?"

Mrs Vistain shook her head

"No. I thought they may have been at first but looking back she seemed no more than a girl. Such a pretty young thing with beautiful long blonde hair."

Vanessa smiled and made mental notes of every word spoken.

'Young, pretty and blonde'.

It wasn't much but Wilson Fisk was a man who could find answers from the tiniest thread of detail. After she had chance to relay the new information back to her fiancé she would round up the henchman and send them out onto the street's of Hell's Kitchen to hunt the ones who had wronged her man just like the wicked witch dispatching her flying monkey's.

1 week later

It had quickly become common practise for the three employee's of 'Nelson and Murdock, Attorneys at law' to celebrate a win by wasting away the twilight hours in the dim light of Josie's dive bar.

They shared a bottle of cheap whiskey and toasted another successful day of saving the 'little man'. Foggy Nelson's voice grew in volume the more bourbon he swallowed causing Josie to scowl at him from behind the bar. He had steered the conversation seamlessly from the winning arguments of the case to tales of his college years. Or more specifically Matt Murdock's failed relationships.

"Let's see! What about poor Melanie Lynton who didn't last long at all. Too sweet and innocent for our boy over here" Foggy said to his captive audience of one.

Karen Page sat absorbed as he spoke. It was hard not to like Foggy, in fact it was near impossible not to like him. He was kind, funny, charming and thoroughly entertaining. She counted herself very fortunate to have met him all those months ago. The blonde laughed as he continued the story at his best friends expense causing the pair to glance over at Matt who sat quietly, that thin smile he tended to wear when feeling less than comfortable firmly fixed across his face.

"So after Melanie there was Elektra. Man! Elektra was hot. She had to been with a name like that right? Foggy continued causing Matt to shake his head realising the story wasn't going to end any time soon.

"And she was a handful too. She had this knack for disappearing and then just turning up unexpectedly, raining down havoc in every direction. I'm telling you Matt, we haven't seen the last of her".

Karen looked over at Foggy's partner. Matt Murdock was almost like the anti-Foggy. He was quiet, reserved and when he spoke, his words tended to be concise but significant. He had charm just like his partner but just displayed it in a very different way. Before she had chance to compare them further Foggy carried on with his story.

"That's leads us on to Mary" he said leaning forward into the group and whispering the girls name.

"Now that girl had some serious problems…"

"Hey Hey! she was a great girl, just a little misunderstood" Matt defended firmly.

"Misunderstood? The girl had a multiple personality disorder Matt" Foggy stated a little harshly, but the expression on his co workers face although hidden behind dark glasses made him quickly drop the subject. It seemed the story of mystery Mary was strictly off limits.

Foggy swallowed down another glass of whisky and stood up from the table.

"I'm gonna take a leak" he announced and Karen watched as he walked across the bar.

She could fall in love with a guy like that. They got on really well, found common ground on most subjects. They had the basics of what could be a good relationship. But then she would turn her head and see Matt Murdock. Quite simply put, the guy made her heart fluctuate and her temperature rise. Karen couldn't seem to control the way she felt about him even though she kept it well hidden.

The only other person she had felt anything similar for was the man in the mask, or 'daredevil' as the press had dubbed him. Karen found herself searching the tabloids most days looking for articles that mentioned him. Just wanting to feel close to him. She couldn't quite explain it except it was probably no more than a bit of Hero Worship.

"Hey Karen! Are you all right? You've gone awfully quiet" Matt asked pulling Karen out of a little 'daredevil' daydream. She shook away the guilty musing and tried to answer.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry I was just…..just" she paused trying to concoct a convincing lie to give to a man who seemed to have a knack for telling when people weren't telling the truth.

"Ok, this must never be repeated and I will deny that I ever said it, but…." She leaned towards Matt and breathed in the wonderfully woody scent of her employer.

"I was just thinking that on occasion and only in the right light, Foggy has a tiny likeness to Brad Pitt".

The laugh that emanated from her friend at the comment was something beautiful. The smile even reached those eyes she couldn't quite see. Karen loved It when he laughed like that, albeit rare and she couldn't help but join in.

"You know that isn't actually the first time I have heard that said" Matt replied still chuckling loudly.

Foggy chose that moment to return to the table. He demanded to know what was so funny and was more than a little put out that his so-called friend's refused to share the joke. It was about that time when the three of them heard a shout from across the bar.

"Hey kids, you might want to think about wrapping things up" Josie said, her face filled with concern as she peered through the nearest window out onto the street. There seemed to be an eerie stillness out in the darkness

"Something out there just doesn't feel right"

Foggy looked over at his friend who had stiffened slightly at Josie's words. The previous relaxed atmosphere between the three of them had suddenly changed and Matt was the first to speak, agreeing with the bar owner that they should all call it a night.

It took less than five minutes before the three of them were stepping out of the door. Karen made small talk but for once Foggy wasn't listening. He was staring at his best friend and he knew while he and Karen made there way to home and to sleep, Matt Murdock's night was just beginning.