Coulson

"So boring!" Saitama still wore that dumb, vacant expression. Though he often went out with Matt, all they ever dealt with were ordinary thugs and hooligans, or at most some particularly vicious ones. And even then, "vicious" only meant vicious by ordinary people's standards.

Saitama always took care of them with a single punch, so it was only natural that he found this kind of thing boring. He was even starting to miss his life in that monster-infested world. Sure, even getting enough to eat could be a problem there, but at least he regularly ran into monsters.

Well, even those monsters could be killed with a single punch, but they still felt different from ordinary thugs and hooligans.

Of course, Saitama had only thought about it. Even if there were monsters here, he still wouldn't find any evenly matched opponents; every fight would end with one punch. This world might be just as boring, but at least he wouldn't go hungry. He could eat meat every day and play all sorts of games he'd never tried before.

Hearing Saitama's lament, Skye raised an eyebrow. "Don't you go out to be a hero every day? How can you still be bored?"

"Well, it's true that I go out to be a hero every day, and I am a hero for fun. But it's always just these little thugs. It's so boring—there's nothing exciting about it. Isn't there anyone strong enough to give me a proper fight?" Saitama couldn't help complaining.

Skye rolled her eyes. She felt like Saitama was bragging, as if he were trying to show off how strong he was.

Well, Skye had to admit that Saitama was really strong, but surely he couldn't actually be the strongest in the world.

"Saitama, just how strong are you?" Skye couldn't help asking.

"How strong? I don't know. I just remember that after I went bald, no matter what kind of monster I ran into, I could kill it with one punch. Since then, I've never met an evenly matched opponent. I haven't even met a monster that could take two punches from me." Saitama lowered his head and looked at his fist.

"Went bald? Weren't you born bald? You know, even a receding hairline only leaves you bald on top, so I thought you'd been bald from birth." Skye looked at Saitama's shiny head, itching to give it a couple of pats. Unfortunately, Saitama guarded his head very well and wouldn't let a girl touch it.

"How could I have been born bald? I used to have a thick head of jet-black hair." Saitama thought of his old hair and felt a pang of sorrow. He remembered running beneath the sunset that day—that was his lost mane.

Skye stared at Saitama, looking him up and down. Gazing at his bald head, she tried to imagine what he might look like with hair, but she couldn't picture it at all. It was as if being bald suited him best.

Under Skye's gaze, Saitama felt a little uncomfortable. He shook his head and couldn't help sighing again. "So boring!"

"Bored? Oh, right—why hasn't Matt come by today?"

"Matt? Oh, I forgot to tell you. Matt said Kingpin's men have been lying low and hiding lately, so we're taking a break for a while." Saitama explained. That was why he kept complaining about being bored. After all, even dealing with ordinary thugs would have helped pass the time.

"They're hiding? So Kingpin's scared of you two?" Skye exclaimed.

Who in New York hadn't heard of Kingpin, the underground king? As a hacker, Skye often dug up classified information, and everything she found about Kingpin made him sound terrifying. Yet this terrifying man had been driven into hiding by Saitama and Matt. Skye couldn't help feeling proud, because Saitama was hers.

"Mr. Murdock, could I have a word with you?" A middle-aged man with a smiling, seemingly kind face—and a slightly receding hairline—appeared in front of Matt.

"Sorry, sir, the law office is closed for the day. If it's nothing particularly urgent, could you come back tomorrow?" Matt held his white cane, appearing relaxed, but remained on guard.

Matt didn't remember knowing this man. His law office was in a remote area, and the people who came there were all poor; some of them couldn't even afford legal fees. The man before him, though Matt couldn't see him, didn't seem poor at all. Matt could also sense that he possessed greater strength than an ordinary person.

"Mr. Murdock, I really do have something important to discuss with you. So, please, spare me a little of your time." The slightly balding man wore an exceptionally sincere smile. That smile alone would have earned him the trust of most people. It was a pity he was smiling at a blind man—quite literally, since Matt was blind.

Matt paused briefly, then nodded. "All right. Please come with me." He unlocked the door he'd just locked and returned to his office.

"Would you like something to drink? Tea or coffee?" Though Matt was blind, he moved around the office with ease. He went straight to the water dispenser and asked.

The slightly balding man glanced at the poor-quality tea and instant coffee beside the dispenser. "Just water, please."

"Fair enough. I only have bad tea and instant coffee here. So, sir, what did you come to see me about? I can't imagine I have the qualifications or reputation to attract an elite professional like you." Matt set a glass of water on the table.

"No, no, Mr. Murdock. You're clearly underestimating your position. As Daredevil, you're worth our coming to see in person."

Matt's heart tightened, and he gripped his cane. "Who are you?"

"Phil Coulson. From the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." The slightly balding man kept smiling as he took out an ID. But just as he was about to show it to Matt, he remembered that Matt was blind and couldn't see it.

Matt frowned, his expression grave.

Coulson wasn't surprised to see Matt react that way. Any superhero whose secret identity had just been exposed would naturally be wary. The fact that Matt hadn't attacked him on the spot was already good.

"Sorry, that's a really long name. Could you say it again?" Matt asked.

"..." Coulson