A/N:  ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴄᴇɴᴇs ʏᴏᴜ
       ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs?
                   also it's the tenth chapter :)

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Sam had locked herself back into her apartment quickly after she had seen that man get dragged into an apartment by a woman, debating calling the police, or maybe even an ambulance.

She could have done something. She had the ability to heal, the least she could do was patch him up with a slap in the wrist. Maybe even offer to give him a damn helmet instead of something that blurred his vision.

His little costume was definitely better than hers. She was attempting to work in the dark wearing a bright white suit, which definitely wouldn't conceal blood if she lost any.

Sam ran a hand through her hair, huffing loudly and leaning back on her couch, rubbing her face. Seeing the state of that man probably set something inside of Sam and made her realize she couldn't be a jerk even with these powers.

Unless she miraculously also had invulnerability as another power, though that wouldn't make sense since she's scraped herself a number of times and has had plenty of awful paper cuts in the last few years.

That's for being very clumsy.

Sam looked down at her hands, raising the palms to the ceiling as small balls of light formed in both.

She glared at them, her brain trying to imagine something as small as a butterfly, watching as the lights flickered, watching them flutter as wings appeared before turning back into a ball.

"Dammit." Sam mumbled to herself, dropping her hands. She was good at throwing light around for short spurts, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to actually control her abilities.

Her vision was the best power she could control. turning it on and off whenever she wanted and keeping it on long enough.

Sam's eyes slowly trailed up to the ceiling, humming quietly as she now tried to think of what to do. Sleep, sew a new and better suit.

Both sounded great, but one felt better than the other.

"Sleep." Sam nodded to herself before standing up, walking into her bedroom and just plopping onto the bed.

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Sam yawned loudly as her clock rang. phone buzzing wildly around her nightstand. She groaned, turning her head over to see the phone and clock, slamming her hand down on the clock and grabbed the phone, not looking at the caller ID.

"It's too early for this." Sam slurred out, rolling into her back.

"Well you need to come into the office! It's 10:03, Sammy, and you left one of your case files here from last night." Foggy had a grin in his voice as Sam groaned again, rubbing her eyes.

"I forget I have a non-paying job that requires me to be present now." Sam chuckled softly as Foggy did.

"Well if you see Matt on your way out tell him to hurry his butt over here. He's the other half of this business!" The phone clicked and Sam dropped her arm to rest by her head, slowly opening her eyes to look at the ceiling.

"Fuck this." She spat, rolling out of bed as if she had a bad hangover. Her heart pounded out of her chest for a second as she remembered the man she threatened the night before, wondering if he'd connect the dots.

"Maybe I should get a voice thing." She said to herself, opening her phone as she walked to her kitchen, scrolling through Amazon for something to hide her actual voice. Maybe like what those Ghost Face guys had in Scream.

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Sam wasn't entirely sure about actually showing up to work. She seemed shaky while walking in, earning confused looks by Karen and Foggy, who had been drinking coffee in the small break area.

"You alright, Sam?" Karen asked as she nodded, trying to shake the bloody man out of her brain.

She had dealt with murder cases and the photos. But actually seeing them seemed to fucking horrify Sam. And now she was rethinking her lifestyle choices that lead her to last night. Being born was one of them.

"Yeah. I'm alright. I uh, saw a scary movie last night. Kind of spooked me." She laughed, dropping her bag on her desk, sitting down with a soft groan, pulling out her laptop.

"Did you see Matt?" Foggy asked as Sam shook her head.

"Not since yester... day." Sam paused as a dark feeling set in her stomach, her wings shaking as she frowned.

"Something wrong?" Karen walked out of the break room, Sam staring at her computer.

"I um... I just realized that— that I left something really important at my office. I'll uh— I'll be back." Sam abandoned her bag and computer, rushing out of the firm before Karen or Foggy could stop her and ask questions.

Because whatever that important thing was seemed important enough to sprint.

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Sam looked up at the building she had seen the woman and boy drag the man inside, her eyes burning white as she looked at all the bodies walking around, two on a couch. A woman and a man. The woman was leaning close to the man, most likely patching up a wound that Sam could hardly sense.

She could feel others pain, emotionally or physically. And out of the two, she preferred physical. Everyone was always in pain and she felt every one of them around her. She often looked bothered or in pain, mainly because of that ability.

Sam buzzed one of the apartments, an old woman answering. "Hello?" She answered as Sam sighed in relief quietly, hoping the lady would buy it.

"Hi. Uh— I forgot my keys in my apartment, could you buzz me in please?" Sam asked as the lady stayed silent for a second before Sam heard the door buzzing. "Thank God."

Sam walked into the building, her heart thumping loudly as she listened into every apartment high above her, waiting to hear someone that wasn't talking to themselves, because most of the people in the apartment was alone.

Sam had gotten to the third floor before her wings started frantically fluttering under her skin, stifling her annoyed groan as she made an awkward move to stop them from moving.

Her hand slowly touched the wall, shutting her eyes as she tried to sense where the man had been taken to.

"Where are you..." Sam whispered to herself, pausing when she heard a very familiar voice.

"Someone's here." Matt whispered to the woman who had helped him. His voice gave it away that he knew who it was, yet he wouldn't dare say who until she showed up

"Another one? We just dealt with one." The woman complained as Sam got closer to the door.

"Stop talking. I think she can hear us."

"But... we're whispering. How the hell can she hear us?." The woman asked, confused by what Matt meant.

"We can't be sure. Stay quiet."

Sam froze, frowning in confusion. Did Matt know about her? He hasn't even seen her for over a week, they'd barely gotten to know each other again.

A feeling struck inside of Sam as she realized she was most likely about to find out more about Matt than Foggy knew, a feeling that made her think it would ruin their friendship.

Sam grew increasingly nervous as she got closer to the door, feeling the bumps and grooves of the walls plaster, sensing the pain grow stronger as she reached the door.

It was an unbearable pain, yet she could tell Matt was masking it to act like he was fine. He'd done it before.

"She's at the door." Matt spoke quietly rather than a whisper, Sam hearing shuffling as the floorboards creaked closer to the door.

Sam's hand raised to the door, ready to knock, but it opened before her knuckles could connect to the wood.

When the door opened, Sam's eyes widened in shock.

"Sam?"
"Claire?"