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The next addition to Foggy's puppy pack of sad supersomethings was slightly more terrifying. Not that Natasha wasn't, but at least she was terrifying and beautiful and familiar from Clint's stories.

This guy? Was not beautiful or familiar.

(Or, well, it was possible that he was beautiful under the smudged up raccoon eyes and dirty hair and dirty clothes and dirty stench, but Foggy didn’t know that. He also didn’t want to find out, because, hello, terrifying.)

((And oh, oh god, he was going to have to scrub the place top to bottom with some sort of non-scented all-natural disinfectant cleaner before Matt came over again.))

On the plus side, Foggy didn’t find him in a dumpster. On the downside, he didn’t find him on his couch, either.

He found him in his goddamned, motherhugging bed.

In the time it took Foggy to open his bedroom door, spot the prone figure, and stumble into a shocked faceplant, the guy was out the window… a window that had unfortunately not been open at the time, and was also on the fourth storey. This meant the guy was out the window in a loud, messy, and probably painful shatter of glass.

Foggy stayed over at Matt’s that night. And the night after, just for good measure. And hey, the night after that.

He did return home on the fourth night, half because Matt was fussing worriedly over him and half because three nights in a row without Daredeviling was making Matt twitchy enough that Foggy fussed worriedly back. He loved his best friend with every fiber of his being and respected the hell out of his scary ass-kicking skills, but there was only so much he could stand the sad panda face without either throttling him for the constant irrational sense of guilt or bundling him up in bubble wrap and never letting him out of his sight.

The idea of asking Clint and/or Natasha to accompany him was considered and then dismissed. He didn’t want to be a bother, and with the sort of crazy things their lives entailed, he could a handle a break-in, right? Right.

The trip home after work was uneventful, if maybe twice as long as usual. (What? He wasn’t procrastinating; he was stopping to smell the roses. Roses were good. Appreciating life was good. Appreciating being alive while he had the chance to be alive, also good.)

His apartment building was intact. That was a good sign. His neighbours weren’t acting strangely. No shadows stalked him down the corridor or in the elevator. His door looked… like a door. His living room existed.

His window was fixed.

His window was fixed, a very recently used coffee mug was abandoned beside the bathroom sink, and his first aid supplies had been raided beyond all repair.

The next morning, there was a shaky note left on a napkin on the nightstand (next to the bed he’d slept in, oh, god, how was this his life?). It simply read, smudged and sad and broken,: “Sorry about your window.”

The smudged, sad, and broken note changed everything.

Foggy sighed. Grabbing a pen and a notepad, he wrote back, “Put the mug in the sink next time” and left it next to the napkin.

When he came home, there was no sign of entry, but his sink was empty and the dishwasher was running.

And that was how Foggy didn’t actually meet but still somehow adopted the Winter Soldier.

(It took a confusing two months before Foggy managed to convince the Winter Soldier—Yasha, as he introduced himself—to show up while he was home. Those two months involved copious notes exchanged on various forms of scratch paper, a crash course in Cyrillic and a Russian-English dictionary for days when Yasha was extra scrambled and his English wasn’t all there, and multiple empty threats of a restraining order against a freaked out Matt.)

((Admittedly, it was a justifiable freak-out given the way Foggy’d first found Yasha, but all they usually did these days was play gin rummy and marathon Star Trek. It was midway through Deep Space Nine when Yasha admitted that he’d watched Hawkeye and Black Widow show up at Foggy’s stressed out and leave relaxed on numerous occasions. Apparently, Foggy was a rehab center for damaged superhumans.))

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Foggy was used to his close friendship with Matt. He was well aware that their relationship was often misconstrued as romantic, and he’d had a number of women complain in the past that they felt like they were helping him cheat. They’d gone from being roommates to best friends to business partners; they’d shared laughter and tears and anger, stole food off of each other’s plates, crashed in the same bed when too drunk or tired to go home, and invaded each other’s personal space like the separation of atoms offended them. He knew that whatever happened and whoever else went in and out of his life, Matt would be his best friend to infinity and beyond.

That did not prepare him for the ridiculously epic, emotional, bromantic meltdown that happened when Steven Grant Rogers showed up to meet him while Yasha happened to be in the shower.

The meltdown wasn’t with Foggy, of course. In fact, he was pretty sure the two men had forgotten he was there. But how was he supposed to have known that his quiet, awkward raccoon buddy was once upon a time the Sergeant James Barnes of the 107th Infantry and the Howling Commandos?

He quietly left them to crawl weepily into each other’s chest cavities and absolutely did not hyperventilate about Captain freaking America and Sergeant Barnes hugging and crying on his dirty kitchen floor seriously what the actual fuck.

(He maybe hyperventilated a little when Captain “Please-Call-Me-Steve” America shook his hand, gave him a tearful hug, thanked him for taking care of Bucky, and offered him a lifetime friendship. But come on, nobody was too straight to not be a little in love with Captain America, right?)

anybody will be gay for CA. ANYBODY!

Amen!

This is adorable! I love it!

I also love the way you use parentheticals! And Foggy's train of thoughts!

Thank you!

OP here.

THIS CONTINUES TO BE AWESOME.

FOGGY AS A REHAB CENTRE FOR DAMAGED SUPERHEROES YESSSSSSSSSS

I love this part and this was definitely not the next hero I expected him to adopt but omg it was so perfect. I love the two months of confusion and Foggy learning Russian just to communicate properly because he is the best friend ever even when he's kinda terrified lol.

BROMANTIC MELTDOWN. That was perfect omg.

And I am in full agreement, no one can resist falling in love with Steve :P

I'm still flailing at this continued epicness.

:D Glad you still like it! It was originally going to be Steve, but I wrote like two sentences before Bucky elbowed his way in and demanded some Foggy friending... ;)

<3

Everything about this is beautiful. I think I'm in love with you.

;D Love you, too, thank you! <3

This is glorious and you are amazing!

Thank you!!

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