Foggy nearly tears his own hair out, because he's tried to call Matt's apartment five times, and in between calls to Matt's phone he's also tried Claire's, he's walked to Fogwell's gym, to Josie's, even Avengers Tower on the off-chance Tony Stark borrowed his best friend for something. No luck there, and Matt's still not at the office.
He's gearing up for another walk around when his phone starts to ring. He fishes it out of his pocket--the display reads "NOT Katie-Kate", and Foggy swipes his thumb across the screen and says, "Yeah?"
"Nelson!" Kate Bishop's voice comes crackling through. "We found Matt, he's--he's not doing so hot. You know Madame Masque? The one trying to muscle in on Hell's Kitchen now that Fisk's behind bars?"
"Shit," says Foggy, thinking of a golden mask and a snarling voice. The bruises have faded, and he's fine, thanks to Matt's timely arrival, but he doubts it's the same for Matt. "Shit, where--where's Matt?"
"We brought him to Claire's," says Kate.
"We?"
As if on cue, there's another voice cutting in, this time sounding just a little bit older. It takes Foggy a moment before he can place him--Billy, yeah, freaky magic guy going by Wiccan. "He's gonna be fine, Claire dealt with the worst of it," he says. "But you better come over. He's been asking for you."
"And don't worry about Masque," says Kate, darkly. "It'll be a while before she bothers anyone again."
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Foggy nearly tears his own hair out, because he's tried to call Matt's apartment five times, and in between calls to Matt's phone he's also tried Claire's, he's walked to Fogwell's gym, to Josie's, even Avengers Tower on the off-chance Tony Stark borrowed his best friend for something. No luck there, and Matt's still not at the office.
He's gearing up for another walk around when his phone starts to ring. He fishes it out of his pocket--the display reads "NOT Katie-Kate", and Foggy swipes his thumb across the screen and says, "Yeah?"
"Nelson!" Kate Bishop's voice comes crackling through. "We found Matt, he's--he's not doing so hot. You know Madame Masque? The one trying to muscle in on Hell's Kitchen now that Fisk's behind bars?"
"Shit," says Foggy, thinking of a golden mask and a snarling voice. The bruises have faded, and he's fine, thanks to Matt's timely arrival, but he doubts it's the same for Matt. "Shit, where--where's Matt?"
"We brought him to Claire's," says Kate.
"We?"
As if on cue, there's another voice cutting in, this time sounding just a little bit older. It takes Foggy a moment before he can place him--Billy, yeah, freaky magic guy going by Wiccan. "He's gonna be fine, Claire dealt with the worst of it," he says. "But you better come over. He's been asking for you."
"And don't worry about Masque," says Kate, darkly. "It'll be a while before she bothers anyone again."