The courtroom was quiet. All eyes were on the lawyer speaking. Matt sat there listening intently to the opposing lawyer's closing arguments. He could hear how calm the guys heart rate was. Matt hated listening to guys like this. He was so arrogant in his delivery. Foggy shifted uncomfortably in the chair beside him. 

"I don't like this, Matt" Foggy whispered to him "It feels to perfect."

"Don't worry, we've got this." Matt whispered back. 

"I wish I had your confidence, man"

"Well when you're this good looking, you have confidence to spare." Matt replied with a slight smirk.

"You're blind how do you know you're so good looking?"

"Never been turned down before." He listened to the the final moments of the opposing counsels argument. The jury sat there listening intently, they seemed unfazed by the smooth talker, but he wouldn't be able to be sure until he got up to speak. "Looks like I'm up." he whispered to Foggy as the other lawyer took his seat. He reached forward to grab his cane and patted Foggy on the shoulder. He tapped his way to the center of the floor. He tapped the ground real quick and used his sonar ability to face the jury, slowly. He smiled to them. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, a this has been a rough trial. A child is dead. It is rough for us to see the details surrounding this case. It's difficult for the parents of this child to have to sit here and relive this traumatic event over and over. This case is hard on the people of the city. We all have questions that we want answered, and here you have this company, A.I.M wanting us to shift the blame to this officer of the law. Now that could be the easy way out, but how long before they are blaming the parents of this child for the actions that lead to this terrible accident." He paused to take a breath. The jurors were stock still and he couldn't get a real reading on any of them. "As I said, we have questions. This company is making weapons strong enough to capture gods, and giant green men. Why then is it so carelessly placed in a police officer's standard equipment? Wouldn't weapons as powerful as this be better suited to be handled by a specialized task force?" There was a murmur from the crowd in the courtroom, and the judge called for quiet in the courtroom. "Where is the safety protocol? Why can a child operate this dangerous piece of equipment? Ladies and Gentlemen, we can end this the easy way. We can ruin a this officer's life. This man who risked his life during the battle of New York to get civilians to safety. Or...we could use this as a moment to really dig deep and look at the true fault, and that is the company itself. We need to hold them accountable so that incidents like this don't happen again. We cant give these grieving parents their child back, but we can sure as hell make sure this company will work to make sure no other parent has to lose a child. Thank you."

Matt turned on his heels, and returned to his seat. As he sat down he whispered to Foggy, "And now we wait."