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falsecap​:

“–– what are you doing here? were you also a pleasant hill escapee and i missed the memo?”

“No, I’m just the bastard who was hunting your sorry asses down.”

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ex-odus​:

Exodus tilted his eyes with a squint of his eyes. “Only the weak resort to name calling. I’ve been alive hundreds of years, I have heard worse. You seem to care more than you’re willing to admit.”

“Are you implying that older means wiser? Not in my experience.” Jessica ignores the weak comment. She’s strong where it counts. Her strength has been earned, tried through trial after trial. “Yeah, well, I’m not completely heartless. I just can’t get stuck caring about everything. There’s not time.”

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lhunter​:

“oh don’t worry, we’ve got a whole family of ‘em.”

“And I’m sure each is worse than the last. This is why you shouldn’t fuck with a monarchy.”

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spiderthree​:

“shit uh ok— about five foot eight, weighs a buck fifty? brown hair, looks kinda like a kicked puppy sometimes. hangs out with some kid named ned,” he stammers on, a bit hopeless, “ring any bells?”

“Do you realize how many people you just described? I’m guessing he’s white. Brooklyn white or Manhattan white? Big difference.”

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kitchensdevil​:

“Have you checked that it’s not Elektra from 616?” That was a good place to start, although Matt had a feeling that Jessica had already vetted that. She was too thorough to let something like that slip by, and deep down he knew that she wouldn’t have bothered to approach him with this if she didn’t see some merit in it. He still ignored the paper in her hands though, listening as she folded it up.

His heartbeat was starting to pick up, and Matt had to strain to hear Jessica’s voice through the thudding in his chest as his head started to slowly shake. It was out of disbelief at first, but then anger flared in his chest at Fisk’s name. Nothing he seemed to try would be enough to get Fisk off of the streets, to keep him from harming more people by the day. Hearing that Kate was potentially dragged into this mess because of him made him make a mental note to check in on her, but the idea of Elektra potentially being inside of a S.H.I.E.L.D. backed reality prison was taking up most of the real estate in his brain at the moment. Elektra knew how to command attention, even after her death. Death, because she was dead.

She died underneath the rubble of that building, and this was all just some big misunderstanding. It had to be. “Why would S.H.I.E.L.D. do something like this?”

“You mean the female Daredevil? Do you know how many rooftops I had to crouch on before I ran into her and other you?” She's getting too old for that kind of recon. Her knees are still aching from the cold. The other Elektra hadn’t been the most friendly, but she hadn’t tried to run Jessica through either. All in all, it was about as good as she could have expected. Good luck, the Elektra of Earth-616 had told her. You will need it. She was getting really fucking sick of hearing that.

Why would S.H.I.E.L.D. do something like this? Jessica lets the question sit between them. Why was a damn good question. From what she had seen, they had already done this before. Why again if it hadn’t worked the first time? Second times the charm or something? There were too many questions. Jessica hates asking them and not having any answers. That’s ultimately just another thing for her to bitch about. Like clockwork, the flask is unscrewed and a swig is consumed.

“I don’t think I’m the person to ask. I know about as much about the innerworkings of government agencies as I do about rocket science. They’re corrupt, I can tell you that much. Why don’t you ask your big shot Avenger adjacent girlfriend?”

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kitchensdevil​:

“I’m not,” Matt said pointedly. Although, he wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince Jessica of that or himself. He knew how he got when Elektra was around in his life, and he was terrified of going down that same spiral all over again. What he had with Jen was nice, and simple, and he didn’t want it to get complicated. He really, really didn’t. “I met the Sheriff. Elodie Boyd, not Elektra Natchios. Jennifer told me that her face was different from the picture I’d shown her, so I can’t even say for sure that it was her.”

Sure, buddy. Sure. Jess sends him a condescending look but refrains from physically voicing the words. “It’s been weeks since then,” she points out. “You hear anything since then? Any kind of sign or trace of her?” Jessica is pretty sure Elektra is alive, which really pisses her off. Everyone’s life is easier if Natchios is wherever dead ninjas go. “Maybe it’ll blow over and she’ll never show her face.”

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spiderthree​:

“right,” he nods, briefly patting down his pockets for his wallet, but ultimately deciding against it. “sorry about that—”

Jesus, she’s going soft. Jess bites back a groan and tips her head back. “Give me more details. You have thirty seconds.”

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destroyrofworlds​:

Daisy finished off the rest of her drink, the professional facade falling just a little bit as she shook her head. “Hell no. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s just covering their asses.” She was S.H.I.E.L.D. though, wasn’t she? It pained her to talk about the organization as a whole like that, but it was true. The cover up was insane.

“Yeah, ‘course they are. What the fuck else would they do?” Not the right thing, that was for sure. Jessica takes a moment to warily eye the other woman. “You’re S.H.I.E.L.D. But let me guess — you’re one of the good ones. If that’s a thing.”

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wizardstrange​:

“Last I checked I didn’t hire you to investigate anything. Sounds like you were doing some volunteer work.”

"I have names in my ledger.” Jess grumbles. She’d talk big game about following up but likely wouldn’t. Everyone had been through enough without her circling around like a loan shark. “Day got saved. That’s what matters, right?”

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spectormcrc​:

Marc threw back another swig from his drink, which was only his second of the night. He figured he’d be less inclined to down a whole bottle if he went to a bar and just got a beer instead. But of course he chose the seat next to Jessica Jones of all people. “You know what? I’m sorry for being such a dick to you the other day, because I see why you drink so fuckin’ much now. Fuck.” Waving a hand, he ordered another round for both of them this time as he finished his beer off. 

"Eh.” She waves him off. “Everyone’s a dick. I don’t take it personally. Skin’s too thick.” Sure, she gets banged up pretty often. That doesn’t change the fact that Jessica has proven to be extra durable. It’s both a blessing and a curse. Taking her next round with a grunt, the private investigator takes a long swallow and holds it in her mouth for a second. The liquor is acrid and burns the entire way down her throat. “You get fucked up in that hell town? Mind turn into string cheese all covered in holes?”

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lhunter​:

“queen’s dead, ya prick.” if there are tears in his eyes, no there aren’t.

“Boo fucking hoo. Don’t you have another old, crusty, white person to replace her?”

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falsecap​:

“hey, don’t ask me—- they recruit damn near anyone these days.”

“Yeah, well, they didn’t recruit me.” It’s not like they’d want a spleenless drunk anyway. “What the hell are you doing here?”

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oldmancable​:

“What, you got anything better to say? You look like you’ve got some real wisdom to share.”

“Never said I did. I was just critiquing what you had to say.” Jess is far from the type who is rich in platitudes or wise sayings. “That a problem?”

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synchophant​:

“Yeah, I bet I look real good for my age.”

“Congratufuckinglations?” 

"Yeah, I bet I look real good for my age."

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kitchensdevil​:

“Yes.” It’s said through gritted teeth as Matt shrugged his shoulders a bit in an effort to release some of the tension that was already pulling on them, but it wasn’t working. Jessica was asking him again and for a brief moment it was like he was back to square one, feeling resentful that he didn’t just die in that rubble with her. He’d long since moved past any of those emotions and rebuilt everything that he nearly destroyed for himself in his grief, but now there was a possibility Elektra wasn’t dead after all?

No, just… no. He couldn’t accept that possibility when he’d finally moved on from their tumultuous relationship and accepted that he could live a life without her. He hears the paper in her hand but makes absolutely no move to grab it or ask her what it says. Of course she tells him anyways. “Pleasant Hill? I’m not following. Who’s project is it?” He hated how invested he immediately was, even if every bone in his body was telling him to just walk away and pretend she’d never mentioned it. “It should have killed me.” And that just Matthew feeling guilty about the entire thing, it was an objective truth. “It’s quite literally a miracle that it didn’t. There’s no way.”

“Huh. Must be a different E. Natchios then. A cousin, maybe? Long lost twin?” Her tone is snide and a little mean. They’ve already done the Elektra is back song and dance and it had put Jess in a pissy mood. She had vowed to never get tangled up in ninjas again. Hanging around Matt put that promise at risk. Moving to the desk, she grabs her flask and swallows a mouthful of burning liquor. The sting is what she needs to combat how harsh her hangover makes the light seem. After this, she’ll go to a bar. What she needs is to go home, but Trish is missing. She can’t sit in her apartment and stare at the ceiling knowing that Trish is stuck in the hell that Elektra supposedly isn’t.

There’s a surprisingly methodical air to the way that Jess begins to fold the paper up into neat squares. She doesn’t need to look at it anyway. By now, it’s all but memorized. “S.H.I.E.L.D.’s, believe it or not. They’re funding it. I saw a Fisk related bank account thrown into the mix, but I can’t pin anything down there. Something about a Bishop.” That’s later on the to-do list. “Well, how lucky we are that it didn’t. Now you can sit here like God’s holy miracle being completely useless.”

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spiderthree​:

“yeah, no –– my bad. i’m just - i was supposed to meet up with a friend. you haven’t seen him, have you? ‘bout yay high, brown hair, looks a little bit like — well, me.”

“Sorry, buddy. I only look out for people if I’ve been paid to.”

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falsecap​:

“–– i don’t care what your clearance level is, as of right now, my missions are classified.”

“I’m a private investigator, dumbass. Do I look like a fucking S.H.I.E.L.D. lackey to you?”