Can't have one fucking thing, I guess.

Rumlow's gone.

So is Matt Murdock, just in case anyone gave a shit.

[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.

Good morning, shady network app/server I got in a card from a stranger's users. Explain please, thank you.

>Was whatever happened really necessary?
>This is ridiculous. We have a deal.
>You're not backing out are you?
>Jessica.

...

>I quite liked this suit, you know.