Hello, hello, hello.

[fightlikehell]

"Hello, you've reached the personal voice mailbox of---" "Matt Murdock." "---Please leave a message after the tone!"

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[fightlikehell]

[Laying back, warm and comfortable with the delicate tune coming through the line is a pleasure he had never imagined. Matt's lips curl in a smile and he stays quiet almost a moment too long.]

I promise I didn't fall a sleep.

[He laughs a little and rubs an eye with the heel of his hand.]

You're too hard on yourself, Natasha. Whoever told you you can't sing at all might be deaf.

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[chernyy]

[ She reaches up and covers her face, giving a mixture of a groan and laugh. ]

Let's just pretend that never happened, yeah?

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[fightlikehell]

Aww.

[It's the sound of real disappointment.]

I mean, I will if you really want me to...

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[chernyy]

[ She gives a long suffering sigh, arm flopping back onto bed. She doesn't need to hear your disappointment, Murdock. ]

I don't know. Can you keep a secret?

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[fightlikehell]

[That's not a sound he wants to unhear. Maybe he can get a chance to hear it in person. That's what adds to the very vocal notion that if they pretend it never happened he can't have an encore.]

For you I can keep a secret, yes.

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[chernyy]

Fine. Speak of this to no one.

[ Adding, smiling now, ]

Goodnight, Matthew.

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[fightlikehell]

My lips are sealed.

[He laughs softly into the phone. Yes, it'd be a good idea to sleep.]

Goodnight, Natasha.

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[chernyy]

[ How awful it is she enjoys hearing him laugh. She tells herself that because she knows it's actually wonderful. ]

Be careful on your way here.