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Part Seven : Matt/Foggy - Working Retail, Teenage!Foggy
(Anonymous) 2015-06-16 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)Foggy had made a few pointed comments about the dark circles under his eyes just this morning, while he helped Matt around his office. “Seriously, Matt, you’re lucky you can’t see them.” He’d paused after that particular pearl of wisdom and Matt had practically been able to hear the ensuing self-flagellation.
“I’ll take your word for it,” Matt had told him, making his tone quietly amused.
That had been over twelve hours ago. Matt had taken Foggy to lunch again, and then he reluctantly said goodbye. His young friend still had school work to finish, after all, and a family who would doubtlessly appreciate the chance to spend some time with him later on.
He’d nearly dragged Foggy back and planted a kiss on his constantly moving lips, but he’d managed to restrain himself. They still hadn’t addressed Marnie’s rather blunt statements, though Matt could tell it was only a matter of time.
Hopefully, that particular discussion could wait until Matt had dealt with the parasite infecting Hell’s Kitchen. There were some things Foggy deserved to know before they made any changes to the parameters of their relationship, and Matt needed to be able to keep him close until the danger stalking his city’s streets passed. That meant that he could not afford to do anything that would make Foggy withdraw from him, and telling Foggy about his abilities would almost certainly do that.
There was a high-pitched shriek - and not the playful kind - from an alley not far from where the Nelsons lived, and Matt dove off of the roof, making for the struggle beginning to unfold.
Before he could swoop down on the four men who were attacking what sounded like a girl in her late teens or early twenties, he heard someone calling, “HEY! YOU! You want to try fighting someone who isn’t half your size?”
He knew that voice. He knew the cadence of that heartbeat, and all of its many variations. He knew that scent.
It smelled like home.
Matt’s heart seized in his chest, and then he started running faster. As fast as he could possibly run. He flung his body into the fray, taking out two of the men in seconds, and then rounding on the other two, who were fighting with Foggy - because of course it was Foggy.
He knocked one of the men out, and then heard the sound of a baseball bat slamming into the head of the other.
Twisting toward Foggy, he tilted his head curiously.
“What? You’ve got your crazy ninja thing going on, and I’ve got a bat. Don’t judge me, man. I just finished playing a game with some of the other guys in the neighborhood.” He sucked in a breath and took a step closer, his heart beginning to pump even more furiously than it had when he faced insurmountable odds for the sake of the young woman currently slumped against the wall.
Speaking of which: “We should get her somewhere safe,” Matt said firmly. He sniffed the air carefully. “She doesn’t seem to need medical attention, but she should be kept warm, to ward off shock, and someone needs to report them,” he nudged one of his boots into the side of the man Foggy had brained with his bat,” to the proper authorities.”
“So you do admit that you’re not one,” Foggy noted. Then he shook himself. “Right. Okay, this is Staci. She lives a few apartments down from me. Let’s get her home. Her grandmother should be there.” He turned to Staci. “Hey, Stace? It’s me. Foggy. Your grandmother used to babysit me when I was a kid, remember? We watched Power Rangers and ate Fruit Rollups?”
Staci took a quivering breath. “You always hogged the strawberry ones,” she said, her mouth sounding dry.
“Hogging is such a strong word.”
“Hmmf,” Staci huffed weakly.
“Come on, let’s get you home.”
They called 911 and reported the four men. Then, together, Matt and Foggy guarded the young woman until they reached the right apartment, where a much older woman exclaimed over the sight of her grandchild and thanked Matt and Foggy profusely while she got Staci settled on the living room couch.
“Always such a good boy,” she claimed, directing her words towards Foggy.
“Thanks, Mrs. P. I’m just glad we were able to help.”
They were eventually able to depart, and once the door to Staci’s apartment closed, Foggy wrapped his hand around Matt’s wrist and ordered, “Come with me.”
He led Matt up to the roof of the apartment building, never letting go, and then he turned and faced Matt, the bones in his back and shoulders shifting against each other in a way that suggested he was squaring his shoulders.
“You’ve got some explaining to do, Matthew.”
“What?”
“Don’t ‘what’ me, Murdock. I’d know that face anywhere. In what universe did you actually think a mask that only covers the top half of your face would be enough to conceal your identity?”
Matt swallowed roughly. “I can’t actually tell one way or the other,” he admitted, giving up on trying to convince Foggy that he was wrong.
“Because you’re blind.”
“Yeah.” Miserably, he pulled the mask off, letting Foggy see his sightless eyes, which were normally hidden by his shades.
He felt naked. Like all of his flaws were being held under a microscope.
“Even though you can kick the asses of people who are at least fifty percent bigger than you, if not more, and not even break a sweat.”
“Yes.”
Foggy sucked in a long, slow breath through his nose. “How?”
He had never wanted Foggy to find out like this.
“It started with the truck transporting toxic waste illegally through Hell’s Kitchen.”
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“Wow,” Foggy said some time later.
“What?” Matt asked. Foggy had been calm for a good while at this point, but now it seemed as though something had upset him again.
“This Stick guy sounds like an asshole.”
Matt chuckled wanly, still finding it hard to believe that they were here, having this conversation. “He was. Or is. I haven’t heard from him in twenty years. I have no idea how he is or what he’s been doing.”
“Good,” Foggy said, his tone decisive.
“Good?”
“Yeah. A man like that has no business being around children, and he definitely shouldn’t be anywhere near you. I mean, he’s the reason you never really spend time with anyone, isn’t he?”
“Uh, yeah. I suppose after that it was hard to justify getting close to anyone.” He wasn’t sure where this was going. For once, Foggy, who was usually such an open book, was hard to read.
Foggy didn’t leave him floundering for long. “But you got close to me,” he stated.
“I couldn’t - couldn’t make myself stay away,” Matt confessed.
“Why?”
“Surely you know.”
“Maybe,” Foggy allowed. “But I’d really like to hear you say it.”
Matt found himself running his fingers over the fabric of the mask. Fidgeting. It was one of the things Stick had tried to rid him of during his training. A ‘tell’ he said Matt couldn’t afford.
He hadn’t been successful.
“You - you’re so different from everyone else. And I know how pat that sounds, but it’s - it’s the truth. You never let other people dictate what you think or how you act, and it isn’t out of some sort of rebellion against social norms. You’re just comfortable with who you are, and you’re so smart and kind and funny and thoughtful, and I don’t know how anyone could meet you and not want to see you every day for the rest of their lives.”
“Oh,” Foggy said quietly. “Are we talking about this now? ‘Cause I kind of thought we were doing the whole thing where we weren't gonna talk about it.”
“I was hoping to wait until I’d sorted a few things out, but I hadn’t taken the possibility of you going after human traffickers with a baseball bat into consideration.”
“Things? What things? And what was that about human traffickers? There are people like that in Hell’s Kitchen? And they tried to take Staci? She wants to go to nursing school in the fall. She used to let me steal all the strawberry Fruit Rollups.” Foggy sank down to sit on the roof slowly, like his legs couldn’t support his weight any longer.
“That’s the kind of thing I have to sort out,” Matt told him quietly. “There’s someone trying to take over this city, and I have to find them and make sure they’re dealt with, to the full extent of the law. Until then -”
Foggy took a steadying breath. “Yeah. I get it.”
“Do me a favor?” Matt asked.
“What?”
“Don’t play anymore games after the sun’s gone down?”
“Hey, it worked out this time,” Foggy objected.
“Yeah, this time. What happens if the next time, I’m on the other side of town, and I can’t get to you in time?” Matt hesitated and then added, “Foggy, I can’t - I can’t lose you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Laughing kindly, Foggy told him, “You’d do what you’ve been doing. You’d save the little people in the courtroom by day, and on the streets at night. You don’t need me, Matty.”
“You couldn’t possibly be more wrong,” Matt said, the words sounding like a vow, fervent and reverent.
His heart beating double-time, Foggy promised, “Okay. No more baseball at night.”
“And no more going after criminals with nothing but a bat?”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Part Eight : Matt/Foggy - Working Retail, Teenage!Foggy
(Anonymous) 2015-06-16 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)He’d been in far less fights since Fisk was put away. It took a heavy load off of Foggy’s shoulders, and he knew Matt felt better now that the criminal organization Fisk headed was out of commission.
Leaning against the counter, Matt announced, “I need an outfit to wear to my boyfriend’s graduation. I have it on good authority you’re the best person who can help me with that.”
Foggy snorted. “You’re a dork, Matt.” He stepped away to tell his boss that he was taking his break, and then led Matt to the staff room with Matt’s hand the crook of Foggy’s arm. “You still don’t have to bribe me, you know. I'm pretty sure the recommendation letter you wrote to Columbia went above and beyond.”
“Don’t think of it as a bribe. I remember what finals were like. You’re probably exhausted.”
“Well, you’re not wrong.” He took a sip of his coffee and let out a surprised noise. “Does this have extra espresso in it? Whew. You really do love me.”
“Yeah, I do.”
Foggy paused with his drink halfway to his mouth. “Oh.” His hair made a soft shhhing sound as his tilted his head. “I love you, too,” he said.
His heartbeat was steady and strong as a drum in Matt’s ears.
Finis
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