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"Do you think this is a joke?" Misty barked, eyes sharp and voice tense.
Alex didn't move—his expression stayed calm, steady, almost gentle.
Before anyone could speak again, the door behind him opened, the bell chiming lightly.
Colleen Wing stepped inside.
She stopped immediately when she saw Misty standing with her gun half-raised and Alex seated, completely unfazed. Her eyes narrowed.
"What's going on, Misty?" Colleen asked, walking forward cautiously, gaze shifting between them.
Misty didn't lower the gun. Her voice was tight.
"He says he can regrow my arm."
Colleen's eyebrows shot upward, surprise flickering across her face.
"Can you really heal her arm?" she asked, turning fully toward Alex.
Alex hesitated for a moment—looking at Misty, then Colleen. That brief silence was heavy, electric.
Misty exhaled, then reached into a drawer and pulled out a sleek metallic prosthetic—Stark Industries tech, compact and advanced. She locked it into place at her right shoulder with a practiced motion.
"I don't need pity," Misty said flatly. "I've already got a bionic arm. Stark built it for me after the explosion."
Alex nodded slowly. He had expected that—in the comics, Tony Stark gave her the prosthetic after she lost her arm. It made sense.
But that wasn't the point.
He leaned forward slightly, voice calm but firm:
"I'm not talking about machinery. I'm saying I can give you your real arm back. Flesh and bone. Fully functional. Better than before."
Both Misty and Colleen froze.
Colleen stepped closer, watching him with sharp curiosity.
"If that's true… what do you want in return?"
Alex looked calm on the outside, but his mind was racing. After a moment of silence, he spoke.
"You might not believe me, but… I can see the future."
Colleen and Misty stared at him, then at each other. Misty rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, no. We don't believe you. The door is right there. Get lost."
She pointed to the exit.
"Misty, at least hear him out," Colleen said, stopping her. She turned back to Alex.
"If you want us to believe something that crazy, you need a very convincing reason."
Alex nodded slowly.
"How about a bet, then?"
They both looked at him.
"What bet?" Colleen asked.
Alex leaned forward slightly.
"I'll tell you a piece of the future. If I'm right, from now on you two work with me. If I'm wrong… I owe you one million dollars."
Misty almost laughed in disbelief. She opened her mouth to reject him, but Colleen grabbed her arm.
"Give us a moment," Colleen said, pulling Misty aside.
Alex remained in his seat, but thanks to his enhanced hearing, he listened to every word.
Colleen & Misty (Whispering)
"We need that money, Misty. You know our agency isn't profitable." Colleen said quietly.
"We didn't make it to earn profit, we made it to help people." Misty argued.
"I know, but how can we help anyone when we're drowning in rent? Face it, we're broke. We need help. And He's lying, or do you think he is telling the truth?" Colleen said.
Misty scoffs.
"This is the biggest pile of crap I've ever heard."
"Exactly. So it's free money." Colleen nodded.
Misty rubbed her forehead.
"…Fine."
They walked back over to Alex.
"We agree," Colleen said.
Alex nodded.
"Alright. Here's the future: This year, I don't know the exact month—but definitely in 2012, a space portal will open above New York. From it, an alien army will come through and attack the city."
Misty blinked slowly.
Colleen stared like he was insane.
Alex continued, unfazed.
"And then a superhero team called The Avengers will form to stop them. They'll win and save Earth."
Silence filled the room.
Both women looked at him like he was the World's if not Universe's biggest idiot alive.
Alex leaned back casually.
"Since you two run a detective agency, I assume you have a lawyer. Let's get a contract so neither side backs out later."
Colleen nodded reluctantly.
"I'll call a friend." She stepped outside to make the call.
Misty remained behind the desk and looked at Alex.
"Do you want coffee or something?" she asked.
Alex raised an eyebrow.
"Why the sudden kindness?"
Misty shrugged.
"If you're giving us a free million dollars, the least I can do is offer coffee."
Alex chuckled.
"Coffee is fine."
Misty nodded, walked to the small kitchen corner, and returned minutes later with a cup, then sat back at her desk working on her computer.
A moment later, Colleen came back in.
"He'll be here in half an hour," she said.
Alex took a sip of his coffee and nodded.
"I can wait."
Thirty minutes passed slowly. The room was quiet—only the soft tapping of Misty's keyboard and the faint hum of the ceiling fan filled the air.
Eventually, an hour later, the bell over the door chimed again.
A man walked in—tall, wearing a dark suit and red-tinted glasses, carrying a slim briefcase. His steps were slow but confident, almost silent.
Matt Murdock.
Alex instantly recognized him, but he kept his expression calm, acting as if meeting him for the first time.
Colleen stepped forward.
"Matt, thanks for coming."
Matt nodded politely, turning his head slightly in Alex's direction.
"Of course. But before we start…"
He tilted his head, listening carefully to Alex's heartbeat, measuring him.
"Did you two think about calling a hospital instead?" he asked dryly.
Colleen rolled her eyes.
"He's perfectly fine," she said. "Look, Matt—let's say his prophecy is true. We might end up saving a lot of lives. And if it's fake, we get a million dollars. You know we need the money… we even borrowed some for your rent last month, remember?"
"Either way its win win for us" She said.
Matt let out a quiet sigh, clearly not thrilled but unable to argue.
"Alright then," he said. "Let's draft the contract."
He placed his briefcase on the desk and opened it, pulling out a blank contract form and a pen.
Alex watched him calmly.
Matt sat down across from Alex and extended his hand politely.
"Matthew Murdock. Attorney."
Alex shook his hand with a small smile.
"Alex."
Matt nodded slightly.
"So you're the prophet?" he asked, voice light but skeptical.
Alex shrugged.
"Something like that."