Teaming up
You were driving home when your cellphone rang, you noticed the name on the screen and knew that it was going to be important.
You parked your car before picking it up. You were dreading this conversation a bit. You had not spoken to Matt since you found out he still had feelings for Elektra and then made you all think he was dead. He apologized for both those things, told you he was sorry for not telling you he was alive and how he was sorry for the thing with Elektra. How you meant more to him. Yet you still were bitter over it. Did you hate him? no. Did you forgive him? Partly. After all of this you still couldn't bring yourself to stay angry. Because in the end, Matt was a good guy and you still wanted to help him for the greater good.
You picked up the phone and he immediately spoke.
“They released Fisk?!” both disbelieve and anger in his voice. “Did you know they were going to release him?”
You sighed, knowing Matt would take this personal “No, Matt I didn't know. And the FBI did not release him. He made a deal that would get him into house arrest instead of prison. He was attacked in prison.”
“House arrest? In the Presidential Hotel? (y/n) you've got to be kidding me.”
“I wish I was.” you told him.
He pauzed for a moment “What kind of deal did he make with the FBI?”
“Fisk's been snitching on a bunch of crimebosses, I'm guessing he's been snitching on the albanians as well considering they ambushed our convoy as we were transporting him.” you blurted out.
“Wait, did you say 'we' ?? (y/n) were you in that attack?!” his voice worried.
You rubbed your face “Don't worry, I'm fine. Agents have died, but someone saved me and Fisk and other agents.”
You heard him breathe in relief “(y/n), you shouldn't be so close to Fisk. You never know if he finds out that you know me. Or if he finds out that you've been fighting with us to get him in prison in the first place.”
You leaned back in your seat “He won't find out, Matt. I'm not planning on telling him.”
“I just want you to be safe (y/n).” his voice was softer now.
“I know. Just.. don't worry. I know he can't be trusted and i'm more of use in the FBI at this point considering I know Fisk better then basically anyone there. I know what he is capable off, Matt.”
“You're right. Just.. if something goes wrong, please let me know.”
“I will. Listen, I just got off of work and i'm kinda on my way home. Tomorrow i'm working in the Presidential Hotel. I was assigned to keep an eye on Fisk with another agent.” you tell him.
“Okay. Goodnight (y/n).” he says.
“Goodnight, Matt. And don't do anything stupid.” you had to add that in.
You heard him laugh a little bit. “I won't.”
The next day when you show up for work you didn't have to look for Poindexter, you walked straight to him as he was standing on guard in front of the doors leading to the rooms of the hotel.
"Goodmorning, Agent Poindexter. Uhm.. Nadeem told me yesterday that we would be working together."
Poindexter seemed a little suprised so you figured Nadeem had forgotten to tell him. "Did he now ?. I guess you're stuck on guard duty as well then." He smirked at you.
"Hurray.” your voice sarcastic. “At least we're not getting shot at."
You sighed and looked at him.
"How are you holding up though? After what happened yesterday. It can't be easy losing team mates like that. You must have known them longer than I have." You asked him. He raised an eyebrow at you, he pondered for a moment.
"I'm doing fine.” his answer was short.
You nodded not wanting to push him into telling you how he really felt about it.
A woman approached the both of you, Poindexter raised his hand in her direction,in a stopping motion.
“Stop there, Miss. We'll need to see your room key.” he tells her.
The woman was a bit startled.
“It's just a security procedure, Miss. Nothing to worry about.” you walked towards her a bit. But noticed Poindexter nodding at you to keep a safe distance from her and you did.
She was going through her purse for a moment and finally showed her room key. Poindexter took it to verify that she was indeed a guest here.
“Everything seems fine.” he says as he hands her back her room key.
You open the door for her and let her through.
"So how long have you been an agent?" he suddenly asks as you close the doors and you can sense he is trying to start a conversation . Which wasn't suprising considering guard duty was not the most entertaining activity.
"Well, it feels like forever. I'm suprised every morning not to see an old grey lady staring back at me when I look in the mirror." you were trying to see if you could loosen him up a bit.
A smile tugged at his lips at your answer and he glanced at you quickly. "Well, you don't look old so I wouldn't worry about that."
It was your turn to glance at him quickly before you spoke "Carefull Agent Poindexter, I might start to think you are hitting on me.”
You looked briefly at him trying to keep a straight face as you awaited his reaction.
His eyes met yours for a flash second before he straightened himself and cleared his throat. You swore you catched a glimpse of a blush creeping up on his cheeks. You thought it was rather cute that he got so nervous after you said that. You figured he was not used to comments like that. You decided to not torture him any longer and broke the silence before it got awkward. "3 years." you told him.
"What?" he seemed lost in thought.
"I've been an agent for around 3 years. I transfered here because I wanted to live closer to my friends."
Poindexter seemed to relax a bit more around you.
“And how about you Agent Poindexter ?” you asked him.
A small smile appeared on his face “Dex. Call me Dex.” he sounded uncertain, as if he was not sure if you prefered to keep it more professional or not.
You smiled back at him and nodded.
Before he could answer your question your attention was drawn to a person walking towards the both of you again.
It took you a moment but when you saw who it was your breath stocked. Matt?! What the hell was he doing here?!
Dex turned to him as well.
“May I see your room key, sir ?” Dex spoke to Matt.
You tried to stay calm and decided to let Dex believe you did not know Matt, which was most likely part of Matt's plan.
“Yeah, I got it.” Matt said as he got closer while tapping the pocket of his jacket.
“I need to see it.” Dex held out his hand to stop Matt. And you saw Dex's hand graze over his gun holster.
You're heart jumped as you remembered how quickly he took out the men who had attacked the convoy. You stepped closer to Dex, in case you had to stop him from actually shooting Matt.
Matt stopped and started going through his pockets “Oh sure. Yeah.”
You had no idea what Matt's plan was. There was no way he would be able to get inside without a room key. And by the way he was acting you were certain even Dex knew he did not have a room key.
“Sir.” Dex said and you could hear he was getting annoyed.
Matt stopped rummaging through his pockets.
“They gave me, like, three of them.” Matt said and you couldn't help but whisper the word 'idiot' silent enough for him to be able to hear you.
You saw Dex's hand reach for his gun. Oh, no.
Matt nervously rummaged his pockets again.
You stepped partly in front of Dex and between him and Matt.
“Sir, perhaps you left them at the bar downstairs? ” You tried to make your voice sound light hearted.
“You know what ? I must have left it in my car.” Matt finally says.
“Then we can't let you through.” Dex's was clearly annoyed.
“Sure, I..uh, i'll be right back.” Matt says and walked away from the both of you.
You wondered what the hell Matt was planning to do.
Dex was watching him like a hawk as he walked away.
“Well, that was odd." Dex says and watched Matt walk away.
"Probably some drunk idiot." You tell him to try and make Dex less suspicious.
"Yeah, probably." he says but you can see that he was alarmed.