[Text to Clint]
> Feel like the bedbug army here is growing in numbers
> Want to see if we can pool resources and find somewhere else to stay?
> My other place here didn't have insurance.
> Pretty sure flying sharks aren't covered anyway

[Text to Steve]
> Just checking in, old man. Haven't heard from you in a while.
> Everything okay?

[Text to Tony]
> How're the ribs?
> Haven't seen you exonerated yet; still living the fugitive life like the rest of us?

[Text to James]
> Как дела? Все в порядке?
> Я нашел тир, который не задавал никаких вопросов. Вы хотели бы сопровождать меня в следующий раз?

I realize you may not want to receive correspondence from me after what transpired.

Yet I would like to make amends and speak to you at length about certain matters, if you are willing.

Hey Tony,

So I've been pouring myself over the Accords in my spare time (which I have a lot of at the moment - don't get declared dead it's a pain for business) and I think I've figured out a way to get them rescinded. Actually I'm confident I've found a way to get them rescinded. So confident, I actually went right ahead and filed the paperwork with the Supreme Court, as well as passing it out to a few choice news outlets.

Hopefully that isn't going to ruin any plans you have, because they're going to have to act on it pretty quickly after how publicly they're going to be recognised as unconstitutional. It won't stretch to the other countries in the UN until they debate it themselves, but unless Congress want to openly defy the constitutional rights of Americans I think you might be off the hook soon...


Regards,

Matt Murdock

[Text to Kilgrave]
> Okay. We're doing this superhero thing.
> We start tomorrow at 8am.
> You're going to leave my friends alone.
> I'm not living with you.
> You have to text me before you show up to my place.
> Do we have a deal?

[Text to Trish]
> I'm starting superheroing tomorrow.
> If I want to kill myself tomorrow, just know that you can have my stuff.
> I'm thinking about writing up a contract and getting him to sign it.
> Somehow I think he might listen to that.

[Text to Rumlow]
> Hey. I'm sorry I've been quiet.
> It's been a lot.
> I'm okay. I mean not okay but you fucking know. I'm not dead or mind controlled or some shit like that.
> But I have to keep an eye on him.
> And that means trying to make him a good person.
> So basically I'm fucked.
> Oh and I got fired, so no more fucking money.

[Text to Matt]
> Okay. So I'm around again. Sort of.
> You're a fucking dick for making people think you were dead.
> I mean I get why. I kind of feel like faking my death right now.
> But you're still a dick.