Responsible. Over the past few weeks, Maria had pondered every possible meaning of that word, and had been told that she was being an idiot for trying to be more responsible than she already was - there was no way, on or off Earth, that she could have done more than she had, no way to have guessed better, gotten luckier. She had done everything in her power to protect the people of the world, and if she'd made mistakes, she still couldn't be blamed for them, because they had been entirely out of her control and she was just developing a dark martyr complex.
She still felt responsible for Matt's house. And that one was probably justified: she had helped to trash it pretty thoroughly, even if she was trying to stay alive at that point.
It was also something that she could fix much easier than dealing with the fallout of SHIELD agents who'd been compromised, needed to be debriefed, and sometimes really wanted to take leave for emotional pain and suffering, as well as the desire to see their families for the first time in anywhere from several weeks to several months. Broken glass she could deal with; broken agents, when she felt her center go fragile and fragment, were much harder.
She'd made sure he got some of the funds SHIELD earmarked for civilian reparations, because he had to be one of the first taken, and so his suffering had earned it. It wasn't enough, though, and so she'd jumped in her Jeep, hadn't told anyone where she was going, and headed into the depths of Hell's Kitchen.
It was at least easy enough to find a parking space, and she locked up automatically...though after she pulled the potted plant out of the passenger seat. Because everyone like potted plants, right? They did good things for the quality of air and provided a home-like atmosphere to any townhouse. Or so she was told. It was just the easiest option to bring along: she didn't know what kind of food he liked, didn't think alcohol would be appropriate, and a fruit basket would just give him ammunition if she actually got to the part where she explained that the Skrull Queen hadn't quite been able to keep her from poking around the basement...
Honestly, the guy had been through enough with the destruction of his house. She could explain that the Director of SHIELD knew he was Daredevil another time. Maybe with a potted plant for distraction.
It seemed she wasn't the only one to have this idea. She studied the man as she walked up the steps of the stoop. "Oh. You," she said with just a hint of distaste. Because he may have been very key to her actually punching her way free of Skrulls, she would forgive him the assumption he'd made. She just didn't have to like it.