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[FILL] He Who Fights Monsters 3a/? (Re: Matt/Wesley - Good!Wesley, Undercover)
(Anonymous) 2015-06-16 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)Also, warnings for canon level Claire/Matt in this chapter.
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Wesley makes it through the afternoon on coffee and adrenaline alone, prioritising a shower and a change of clothes before getting to work finalising arrangements for the gala that night. Despite his effort to focus on his tasks at hand, his thoughts repeatedly drift to the injured man he left behind.
He’d taken an enormous risk, telling Matthew Murdock the truth about who he is, and Wesley knows with cold certainty that he’s equipped the man with the power to destroy him. Fisk may see him as a friend and a confidante, but only a seed of doubt is needed to dismantle that trust. He’s relied on that fact enough times in his career to know that even the strongest bonds can be shattered with the mere implication of betrayal.
But at the same time, Wesley knows that Murdock is a risk worth taking. A third party, dangerous, incorruptible, no one he’s encountered so far has demonstrated Murdock’s dedication or skill in disrupting this existing status quo. He has the exact amount of mystery, volatility, and blind idealism for the type of misdirection Wesley needs to dismantle Fisk’s empire from within. Murdock will be the perfect scapegoat, a distraction even more effective than the beautiful Vanessa Marianna, while Fisk’s support structure is pulled out from under him.
Indulgence, Wesley finds, be it in sins or virtues, is always what leads people to willingly walk themselves over the cliff. His bribes need only be the promise of something previously thought unattainable, and it rarely mattered whether what is offered is an opportunity or even a person. In the end, it’s only a matter of knowing what gives Murdock that same rush of pleasure most receive from gaining large sums of money. Idealistic men like are not any less predictable than those motivated by greed.
When Wesley is practicing tying bow ties on Francis, he asks Wesley what’s on his mind. Wesley just smiles, and assures him that he’s just concerned about arrangements for the gala. The knot is complicated, and it’s very different doing it for someone else compared to doing it for yourself.
At 4pm sharp, he turns up outside Fisk’s penthouse, and his hands are steady as he prepares Fisk’s bow tie, even if it’s a little hard to remember the moves he just practiced. Leland, as usual, has found another thing to complain about, and Wesley stays silent as Fisk reassures his partner that Vanessa’s continued existence is necessary.
He makes comments when the situation calls for it, and thinks that no one notices the fact he had spent the entire night awake in the apartment of the vigilante they’re trying so hard to kill.
If things go well, he’ll be in bed by midnight, and he thinks it won’t be too hard to hold out until then.
-
At midnight Wesley is staring blankly at a hospital wall, wondering what else can go wrong.
Of all the things to nearly bring an end to Fisk’s life, poisoned champagne had not been on the top of Wesley’s list.
If Vanessa dies, Fisk will tear apart Hell’s Kitchen looking for the people who hurt her.
If Vanessa survives, Fisk will still tear apart Hell’s Kitchen looking for the people who hurt her.
A lot of people are now going to get hurt in the crossfire, all because some idiot was stupid enough to attempt an assassination. Wesley wonders if it wouldn’t have been better if he had followed his whims and drank the champagne too. What a waste of good wine.
He passes time by conversing with Leland, and when his patience runs out he chats with Francis, confirming and reconfirming the security measures they have in place to prevent another attack from happening. Francis’ eyes are worried when he looks at Wesley, and Wesley pretends he doesn’t notice.
The night drags on into morning, and in between cafeteria food and his… something cup of coffee Wesley hides his shaking hands and stays beside Fisk who drowns in his quiet devastation. Wesley reassures concerned parties through phone call and through text, keeping tabs on the police investigation and their private sources for any hint of the attacker’s identity, Leland leaves with his instructions to speak to Gao.
Wesley should go himself, but Fisk needs him at his side.
Mid-morning, he sends Murdock a text asking him if he’d like Wesley to send someone to take care of his wounds.
As expected, he gets no reply.
[FILL] He Who Fights Monsters 3b/? (Re: Matt/Wesley - Good!Wesley, Undercover)
(Anonymous) 2015-06-16 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)“Get on the bed,” Claire says with a sigh, hefting her kit and stepping through the entrance, “Do I even want to know?”
“It’s probably better if you don’t,” Matt replies with a grimace, remembering the fire, Fisk, and the strange morning that followed. He still has no idea what he'll do with Wesley's offer, and the likelihood that he'll be forced to say yes is an unpleasant thought to be left with.
“Alright,” Claire says, grabbing Matt’s elbow despite his protests, and supports him until they reach the bed. Matt sits down, and stiffly takes off his hoodie.
Just hearing Claire’s voice, however, puts Matt at ease. In that moment he lets himself focus on the fact of her presence, instead of the warning he has to give.
Claire goes through her supplies, taking out antiseptic along with the thread and needle. When Matt is settled on the bed, she sits down gently next to him, and goes over his injuries with a critical eye.
“Whoever did this is good, these stitches were neat,” she says, examining the deep cut on Matt’s side where stitches have ripped. “They didn’t tell you not to move around too much?”
“They…” An image of Wesley, bent over him and sewing him back together enters Matt’s mind unbidden. “Sort of.”
“You really need to rest,” Claire continues as she starts to prepare, “Let yourself heal.”
“I meditate for that.”
Claire’s head turns a fraction towards him, telling Matt she just gave him ‘a look’. “So, the one who cleaned you up, new friend?”
“No, uh… no,” Matt says, the denial coming easily. As much as he dislikes this topic it’s better than the one he is avoiding. The idea of having anything close to a friendship with James Wesley feels so ridiculous he almost wants to laugh. He does his best to ignore the friction as Claire slowly removes the ripped stitches. “They just… happened to help.”
“And this person had no issue with your… reputation?”
The man had a direct hand in making Matt’s reputation what it is today. “No.”
“Okaaaay,” Claire says, nodding slowly. “So they’re a fan?”
“In a manner of speaking.”
Claire lets out a soft sigh. Matt braces himself, and needle pierces skin.
“What’s your excuse to your best friend this time?” Claire says, finally giving up after the lack of straight answers. “You’re not going to explain this away by claiming you tripped.”
“Bar fight, he already knows.”
When Matt realised that he wasn’t going to make it into work that day, he called Foggy. The ensuing conversation is not one he wants to think about.
“He made me apologise for not telling him sooner.” Matt says. Claire is here and the words are falling out of him. Foggy had also wanted to sue the bastards who had done this to Matt, but Matt managed to talk him out of it.
“I bet he did,” Claire says with a quirk of her lips, her voice is soft and it makes Matt smile.
“He cares a lot about you, your friend.”
“Yeah, he came over right away.” Matt says, “I only just convinced him to leave before I called you.”
“You’re gonna keep doing this then?”
Claire’s voice turns accusatory, and Matt ignores the guilt that surges in his chest.
“I can’t stop now, Claire,” he says quietly, “Not after everything.”
“I don’t want to be stitching a corpse next time, Matt.” Desperation tinges her voice. “You should get some body armour, at the very least.”
Matt had been thinking the same thing. There had been some sort of protective layer in the lining of Fisk’s suit that had saved him from injury during their fight. He remembers the sound of metal slicing through fabric, grating against something hard and metallic.
Will Wesley share the details with him if he asks? If Matt wants to he can pitch it as an investment. But the idea of going to Wesley for help, of saying yes and hearing that smugness in his voice, it still turns his stomach.
For some time, the only sound in the room is the whisper of thread pulling through flesh. Matt lets himself focus on Claire, her soft breathing, the scent of her soap, and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. He’s missed her. He’s missed her so much.
“You could tell him, you know.” Claire breaks the silence as she rolls a bandage over his stiches. “You’ll get yourself killed, going at this alone.”
Foggy hates the vigilante, and he’ll hate Matt for being him. “It’ll just put him in danger.”
“You might think that, Matt,” Claire says, frustration pushing overcoming her patience at last, “But he was in danger from the moment you put on that mask. The least you can do is show him respect by telling him.”
Matt is silent, speechless in the knowledge that she is not wrong. But the thought of telling Foggy, of possibly losing him, is too terrifying to dwell on. In the end, the only thing he can manage is a whispered, “I can’t.”
Claire ignores him from that point, and soon, her work is done. She packs up her bag as Matt pulls his hoodie on over fresh bandages, and is almost at the door before Matt works up the courage to tell her.
“Claire, wait.”
Her movements slow, and then stop. “What is it?” she says, turning toward him.
Matt takes a deep breath.
“You might be in danger.”
“Did something happen?” she says, weariness in her tone.
“Yeah. It might be nothing, but… be careful, alright? Call me if you notice anything suspicious.”
Claire lets out a breath, her shoulders sagging, and Matt can sense her fear.
“It’s okay,” she says softly, “I’m taking some time off, gonna leave the city for a while.”
A spike of panic shoots through Matt at those words. He’s going to be alone now, he realises with growing apprehension. No one else will know about him except for James Wesley.
“How much time?” he asks without thinking, forcing a flirtatious grin onto his lips. He hears the quiver in his voice and hates himself for it.
“Why?” Claire asks, defiant, “You going to miss me?”
He almost opens his mouth to say yes, but the memory of Wesley in his apartment comes into his mind, and he can’t forget the way the man had been toying with his phone, had showed off the fact that he texted Foggy and convinced him to go home.
Matt swallows back the words he wants to say.
“It’s probably for the best, you’re not safe staying in New York.”
Claire stands there, and then she nods.
“I meant what I said,” Claire says before she leaves, leaving Matt alone in his empty apartment. “Talk to Foggy, don’t go at this alone anymore, Matt.”
[FILL] He Who Fights Monsters 3c/? (Re: Matt/Wesley - Good!Wesley, Undercover)
(Anonymous) 2015-06-16 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)Sending Leland home makes Wesley ache for his own apartment. His one stolen nap in the late afternoon has, against logic, somehow only made him more tired. Wesley thinks about his bed, regrets it immediately, then finds a wall to lean on before he makes his next call.
“Hello, Marlene?” he says, forcing cheer into his voice, “It’s Wesley.”
He pushes aside the fog in his head, sagging a little as the conversation continues and they go through the formalities. When Marlene asks about her guests, it takes Wesley a long time to process the meaning.
“Wait, I’m sorry, who came to visit you?”
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Punching things, Matt has come to find, is an effective form of stress relief, even if it leaves you injured and hurting all over with new injuries on top of old. The violence is an outlet for whatever negative emotions he finds festering inside of him. Anger, frustration, fear, those feelings he can channel into power, fuelling his strength and his determination where willpower falters.
He’s leaping from one rooftop to the next, already halfway home from Potter’s workshop when his phone starts to buzz. When he lands, takes a second to calm his breathing before he answers, thinking it must be Foggy.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Murdock.” James Wesley’s smooth voice sounds over the speaker, and Matt immediately has the urge to punch something.
“What do you want?”
“Are you… are you out on the streets again?” Wesley says instead of answering. He sounds almost outraged.
Matt looks around the dark and empty rooftop, the sounds of wind and city traffic suddenly loud to his ears.
“Well that saves me one question,” Wesley continues.
“That’s none of your business right now,” Matt returns, “I haven’t decided about your offer.”
“I’m usually a lot more patient, Mr. Murdock,” Wesley replies without missing a beat. “That’s not why I’m calling.”
Wesley pauses, and Matt resists the urge to just hang up. Every part of his body is throbbing from the fight earlier, and he does not have the time or the patience to play one of Wesley’s games.
“How much do you know about your friends’ activities?”
Those words grab Matt’s attention. “What are you talking about?”
“Well,” Wesley says, “I just received a phone call describing to me the activities of three very particular individuals. A pretty blonde lady with beautiful blue eyes, a nice blond man with long hair, a bit chubby, and an African American gentleman who seemed ‘very kind and a little bit sad’.”
Wesley’s words are like a hand closing around his throat, and it’s harder and harder to breathe. Why didn’t Foggy tell him? He should have asked, he shouldn’t have just assumed they’d sit back after Elena, not when Foggy had turned up at his door like that.
“What did they do?” Matt forces each word, fury simmering beneath his calm.
Wesley is silent for a moment, and Matt knows he is savouring this moment.
“They found Wilson Fisk’s mother, and paid her a visit.”
“If you touch them-“
“Really? Mr. Murdock? Threats?”
Matt bites his tongue, struggling to regain control of his anger. Wesley is the one in control right now, and he cannot afford to rile him.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Well, I thought you might want to save them,” Wesley says as if it’s obvious.
“And you’d just let me do that?”
“Did I dream up our conversation yesterday morning? Or have you forgotten everything we’ve discussed?”
“Right,” Matt almost scoffs, “You’re the good guy.”
He still has trouble believing any of it.
“I know I might not act like it, Mr. Murdock, but SHIELD picked people like me for a reason.”
The mention of SHIELD has Matt recoiling, and there’s a dissonance in the idea of Wesley being SHIELD that he still can’t reconcile. He’d checked the deep web and the leak sites containing leaked SHIELD files for any mention of a James Wesley, but there hadn’t been a single match. The complete lack of information was not surprising, but it did nothing to assuage Matt’s doubts.
“If you want to help Ms. Page,” Wesley continues without waiting for Matt’s response.
“Come to the warehouse at the end of Pitt Street.”
“You know I haven’t said yes to your offer.”
What could SHIELD have wanted with Wilson Fisk that they’d push him into power? Matt would rather believe that it’s HYDRA who was pulling Wesley’s strings.
“Call it a gesture of goodwill,” Wesley says, “I’d hurry if I were you.”
Re: [FILL] He Who Fights Monsters 3c/? (Re: Matt/Wesley - Good!Wesley, Undercover)
(Anonymous) 2015-06-16 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)