—Hell's Kitchen—

Matt entered a local bar downtown, three weeks after the incident with Fisk and Bullseye. He sat down across a man who was wearing a hoodie.

"Nice shot, Frank. Like how you went from target to target." Matt smiled.

"Should have known that the bastard was bulletproof. You're lucky he didn't pull the trigger yet." Frank chuckled. The waitress came over to ask anything, "A refill and some coffee for my friend over here, ma'am. Thank you."

"Good news, Bullseye and Fisk are back in prison, where they should be."

"If there's good news, then there's bad news so spill it."

"Bullseye's under the custody of the Avengers so any crazy science experiment can be done on him."

"Either way, you won't be able to change that. You gave up the bastard to a android. Stark or Spider-Man didn't even bother showing up."

"If it was the Spider-Man, I would beat the shit out of him. No matter what Stark taught him. He isn't trained yet."

"But once he is, you would want to regret saying that." Frank chuckled.

"So, why did you call me?" Matt asked as the waitress gave him his coffee. While he took a sip, Frank sighed and looked out the window.

"I'll tell you later. Any girls you've been hitting for the past few weeks?" Frank asked.

"Funny you should say that." Matt chuckled, "I've been trying to."

"You should Red. You should know what life feels like."

"Strong words, Frank. Strong words." Matt smiled. "What have you been up to?"

"Taking down anyone who are a threat to you or any innocent being. That's my job and I've enjoyed every second of it."

"Wish I enjoyed my job. Beating up criminals in alleyways." Matt looked out the window, "I prefer being a lawyer."

"Good, good." Frank said. Suddenly a man in a black jacket and eyepatch entered the bar, "This is the reason I called you."

"Nicholas Fury." He said, shaking Matt's hand, "I've read your file."

"Which means you know I'm the blind lawyer of Hell's Kitchen." Matt smiled.

"I know. I've read both your files. Two jobs, day and night. Very interesting."

"Take a seat. Relax." Matt offered him a seat beside himself."

"I actually need to relax because these are my  last few months on Earth." Fury sighed, sitting beside Matt.

"What do you mean?" Matt asked.

"He assigned me to kill him. In a conference room a few months from now." Frank said.

"And why is that, Mr. Fury?"

"To bring back the Avengers." Fury said.

—The End—

(Note: Had a lot of fun re-writing this and THANK YOU ALL FOR SUPPORTING ME. Also thanks to DetectiveKM for editing this often. I'll be continuing my Defenders II story and expect some deaths. Phase 3 will be a evolution of these past stories.)