“Daredevil, we need to talk.” Matt frowned and turned toward the voice. That was Captain America and the heartbeat next to him was that of Iron Man, out of his suit.
“About? I told you I’m not interest in joining you, even as backup for nothing that is an immediate danger to the city.” Matt couldn’t dedicate the time to that. He had a firm to run and his life with Foggy, Karen et-okay just them.
“No, nothing like that.” Stark laughed. “We got your message.” the ‘for now’ was implied. Matt glowered.
“Then?”
“You need to stop.”
“Look there’s not easy way to say this but it looks bad when superheros have a petty vendetta against civilians.”
“I am not following.”
“The coffee? The bagel? The hot dog?”
“I’m still not following.”
“You’re targeting Franklin Nelson of Nelson and Murdock.” Rogers said. Matt frowned.
“I’m not attacking Fo-Franklin.” He said. “We worked together on the Fisk case.” Had he taken that food lately from Foggy? He couldn’t remember.
“Sure, but that doesn’t mean you like him.” Stark said. “We have a running tally of how much you’ve taken from the guy. It’s at least two hundred dollars worth of food from surveillance footage.”
Matt paused. He hadn’t taken that much from Foggy had he? To come to think of it..80% of his meals were Foggy in origin. Was he eating his friend into bankruptcy?
“Look, we have an arrangement. Sometimes I get hungry or thirsty. I can’t just buy food as the Devil.” Except from the corner bodega. They’re usually empty but 24 hrs and are always grateful for business. They stayed mum for business from the Devil.
“Right..”
“Look, if you continue to do it just keep it down low. We’re following up with Nelson. If he says otherwise we’ll be back to talk restitution.”
Matt scowled. “And stay away from Murdock, the guy’s blind. He can’t see you coing.”
“I won’t steal from Murdock. He and I don’t have an arrangement.” And were the same person but whatever.
They left. Matt went home and groped around his fridge. He had a carton of eggs (about to go ripe) and a jar of relish. Oh and beer. He needed to go shopping soon.
The next day at the office he came in and requested a ‘private consultation’ with Foggy. Foggy shrugged and met with him in his office. He told him about his conversation last night. Foggy started laughing.
“That’s what you get for bad habits.” Foggy said and looked really pleased.
“Am I really taking that much from you?” It had to be adding up. Foggy moved.
“I just shrugged.” Matt nodded. Then Foggy coughed, he licked his lips and gave a nervous laugh.
“Right, don’t be mad at me but…”
“But?”
“Uh, I pay myself more than you.”
“What?” He had not expected that and felt himself starting to get indignant.
“Look Matt, I love you like a brother but you do eat all my food. I did the math and just pay myself the average of what you eat each month. It’s not really fair pay wise but if I didn’t do that I would not be able to afford my rent. You eat *a lot*, with the whole extra curricular thing.”
Matt couldn’t stay angry. “Okay.”
“You’re not angry?”
“I can’t really.” It was true. “Could you just-“
“Just what?”
“Buy better food? You eat a lot of sodium. My mouth taste like salt half the time.” Foggy snorted.
“You don’t get to complain about my diet when you steal half my food.” Matt smiled and looked at him seriously.
“You know why I do it, right?”
“Because you’re a dick?” Foggy answered, though his tone was not serious. Matt nodded then smiled nervously.
“Yes, that and you’re family. I only do this with family.”
“I’ve known that for a while dude. Still doesn’t mean you’re not a dick. But you’re my dick and this conversation just turned weird.” Matt laughed.
“What are you going to tell them if they come?”
“I’m getting an autograph and discussing our ‘arrangement’. Now let’s get back to work.” Foggy added. Matt smiled and walked into his office. He sniffed the air and licked his lips in anticipation. Foggy’s first lunch was definitely the choice of foods today.
Re: Minifil Pt 3 Gen: Foggy's food budget for two
“About? I told you I’m not interest in joining you, even as backup for nothing that is an immediate danger to the city.” Matt couldn’t dedicate the time to that. He had a firm to run and his life with Foggy, Karen et-okay just them.
“No, nothing like that.” Stark laughed. “We got your message.” the ‘for now’ was implied. Matt glowered.
“Then?”
“You need to stop.”
“Look there’s not easy way to say this but it looks bad when superheros have a petty vendetta against civilians.”
“I am not following.”
“The coffee? The bagel? The hot dog?”
“I’m still not following.”
“You’re targeting Franklin Nelson of Nelson and Murdock.” Rogers said. Matt frowned.
“I’m not attacking Fo-Franklin.” He said. “We worked together on the Fisk case.” Had he taken that food lately from Foggy? He couldn’t remember.
“Sure, but that doesn’t mean you like him.” Stark said. “We have a running tally of how much you’ve taken from the guy. It’s at least two hundred dollars worth of food from surveillance footage.”
Matt paused. He hadn’t taken that much from Foggy had he? To come to think of it..80% of his meals were Foggy in origin. Was he eating his friend into bankruptcy?
“Look, we have an arrangement. Sometimes I get hungry or thirsty. I can’t just buy food as the Devil.” Except from the corner bodega. They’re usually empty but 24 hrs and are always grateful for business. They stayed mum for business from the Devil.
“Right..”
“Look, if you continue to do it just keep it down low. We’re following up with Nelson. If he says otherwise we’ll be back to talk restitution.”
Matt scowled. “And stay away from Murdock, the guy’s blind. He can’t see you coing.”
“I won’t steal from Murdock. He and I don’t have an arrangement.” And were the same person but whatever.
They left. Matt went home and groped around his fridge. He had a carton of eggs (about to go ripe) and a jar of relish. Oh and beer. He needed to go shopping soon.
The next day at the office he came in and requested a ‘private consultation’ with Foggy. Foggy shrugged and met with him in his office. He told him about his conversation last night. Foggy started laughing.
“That’s what you get for bad habits.” Foggy said and looked really pleased.
“Am I really taking that much from you?” It had to be adding up. Foggy moved.
“I just shrugged.” Matt nodded. Then Foggy coughed, he licked his lips and gave a nervous laugh.
“Right, don’t be mad at me but…”
“But?”
“Uh, I pay myself more than you.”
“What?” He had not expected that and felt himself starting to get indignant.
“Look Matt, I love you like a brother but you do eat all my food. I did the math and just pay myself the average of what you eat each month. It’s not really fair pay wise but if I didn’t do that I would not be able to afford my rent. You eat *a lot*, with the whole extra curricular thing.”
Matt couldn’t stay angry. “Okay.”
“You’re not angry?”
“I can’t really.” It was true. “Could you just-“
“Just what?”
“Buy better food? You eat a lot of sodium. My mouth taste like salt half the time.” Foggy snorted.
“You don’t get to complain about my diet when you steal half my food.” Matt smiled and looked at him seriously.
“You know why I do it, right?”
“Because you’re a dick?” Foggy answered, though his tone was not serious. Matt nodded then smiled nervously.
“Yes, that and you’re family. I only do this with family.”
“I’ve known that for a while dude. Still doesn’t mean you’re not a dick. But you’re my dick and this conversation just turned weird.” Matt laughed.
“What are you going to tell them if they come?”
“I’m getting an autograph and discussing our ‘arrangement’. Now let’s get back to work.” Foggy added. Matt smiled and walked into his office. He sniffed the air and licked his lips in anticipation. Foggy’s first lunch was definitely the choice of foods today.
It was his favorite.