[ He rolled his eyes but flipped her off with a wide grin. You wish. ]

[ Already did that. ]

      “Almost sure I even said that.        Somewhere. In the — whatever.”

              What a strange man.               “What’s your name?”

Aftermath

A few hours later the sun fell and the moon rouse. Matt was now holding Maya’ s hand as they made their way to the movie theater for their first date in years.“ Well, I guess we’re going back where it all started.” He smiled at her as they made their way to the ticket booth.

Maya chuckled as she walked with Matt hand-in-hand to the ticket booth. “I hope we don’t get kicked out of this one.”

She took it and gave it a shake. “I’m Karen.” 

Maya smiled as she shook the other woman’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”

      Getting on the bike, Clint laughed and waited for her to       join him. “Are you kidding? I love bikes, I used to have       my own back then. Rode it everywhere and even when       I needed to go to Mexico or Canada.” 

            “This one was my dad’s. I fixed it a few years ago when              I had some spare time. Did it myself -- I learnt how.” With              one quick smile, Maya put her helmet on and got on the               bike in front of Clint, starting it up and making sure Clint’s              feet were off the ground and he was holding on before she              took off.

True; misunderstandings between them happened a lot, but never a lie’s been told from her mouth or his - his relationship with Maya probably had been the most sincere one of all Matt’s past relationships, except, maybe, for Elektra… Also, he never had the heart to lie to Maya, not after he learned her life had been a big lie told by the man they both came to hate.

                   Matt slowly turned his drink, listening attentively                    - as per usual - to all of her questions. He wasn’t                    surprised those were the ones she wanted answers                    for, but some of them cut deep and hurt like hell. 

     The comfort, however small, was that she      was just as nervous asking as he was to      answer the questions.

   “Maya, I – - Let’s start with the easier ones.”

                              He set the glass down, half empty, and turned to face her                               again; Maya needed to fully understand what he had to say                               about everything.

   “There are several reasons I moved from New York.            One is that with my outing, I can’t practice Law on the state of            New York again. There was also the matter of Foggy’s death,            and the Sons of The Serpent could still act on me if I stayed                         - I told everyone who I was because they were using my                            secret as leverage, so I took away their surprise attack                            before they used Daredevil against me.        Those are the factual reasons, but I want this ‘new        light’. New York meant secrets, meant failures I’m        tired of remembering - and that’s where things get harder to answer.”

         Maya understood the need to move, to change places when your          life changes drastically. She did it; she’d left him when her world          turned upside down. It wouldn’t be right of her to be mad at him for          doing the same thing, and she wasn’t mad at him for that. She was          mad at him for not coming to find her after she’d done him this huge          favour. She was mad at him for forgetting about her, and she was mad          at him for marrying someone after she fell in love with him. But that           was petty, and she was better than that, but it still hurt like hell.

                    “Those are the questions I need answers to, Matt.”

         Maya wanted to forgive him. If she could forgive Fisk, she could forgive          Matt, but she needed those answers so she could. She wanted to -- she           didn’t want to be angry with him anymore. She wanted to understand why          he did those things so they could get past this huge bump in the road. If she          couldn’t be with him, she could at least be his friend. They connected in a way          that she had never connected with anyone before, and probably would never           again.

                   “I’m upset with you, and I don’t want to be. For me to be                     able to forgive you I need you to answer those questions.                     I’m not completely blameless here, but I think you can                      appreciate how you made me feel. You turned my world                     upside down; and yes, I was the one who left, but when I                      came back you didn’t help me fix it. I was lost and you were                     the only person who could help me, and you didn’t, and that                     hurt. I felt alone, even more than before. And then you asked                     me to do this thing for you and maybe I shouldn’t have agreed,                     but I did. And I thought you cared enough about me to at least                     check up on me, but you didn’t even do that. Why? Why did you                     forget about me when I tried so hard not to forget about you?”

                         i… i have no idea what t’call this.

                         ( ah, yes, wonderful, you just wrecked                            another relationship. it was necessary, though. )

                         all i know’s that i had t’tell ya. sooner or later.                 

                     And did you tell this other woman about me?                      I can’t believe this. I thought you --

                    [ Maya felt her heart beat quicken and she pushed a hand through                        her hair, turning around to try and compose herself. It didn’t work.                       When she turned back to face him she slapped him. Twice. ] 

                     Get out of my house! Get out, you lying piece of shit! I can’t                      believe you made me feel this way, and -- and you what?                       What am I to you? I can’t believe this... Clint was right about                      you. You’re no good. You’re disgusting. 

                    [ There were tears in her eyes and she hated herself for them ] 

                    I never want to see your face again. I can’t believe I wasted my                      memories on you.

“No, I dont think so.” 

“Hmm. Well, I’m Maya.” She held out her hand for the other to shake.

                 ( the kiss is not returned. it’s rude,but he has his reasons.                    he pulls back, trying to keep a straight face. )

                  maya, ‘m in a relationship.        

                   ...What?

                  [ It’s not that she hadn’t read his lips, it was just that she                    was confused. She was under the impression that... well -- ] 

                  I thought -- what do you call this, then?

                  [ Maya got out of his lap, standing above him ]

Aftermath

Once she finished Matt kissed her on the cheek and gave her a round of applause.” Listening to you play never gets old.” He smiled softly at her.

Maya smiled wide, cheeks flushing slightly. “I guess I’ll have to do it for you more often then.”

Jodi Picoult (via bloodyknucklxs)

          DON(’)T WORRY (.) I(’)M USED TO (THE) SILENCE.

             [ Maya leant forward and pressed a kiss to his lips ]

              THIS IS (THE) FIRST TIME WE(’RE) USING A-S-L.

          GUESS WHAT ( ? ). THIS IS WHAT BEING ME FEELS LIKE.