“Natasha says she's impressed and you're welcome,” Matt says a few nights later, leaning into Foggy's shoulder. Now that they're whatever they are, Matt can't seem to keep his hands off, which is both great and really embarrassing. “She mostly sounded annoyed. I honestly thought she guessed, but it seems she didn't.”
“It's really hard not to be smug about that. Go us, we're super spies. How about everyone else?”
“A few of them were more curious about my blindness than invested in you and I.” That makes Matt frown. He hates it enough when regular people treat him like he's going to break. If any of the Avengers got anywhere close to trying Foggy's surprised Matt didn't punch them. “I think Vision knew, but it's hard to get a read on him. Wanda might have. She said I should take care of you.”
“Already did.” Foggy is still feeling pretty smug about that, too.
Matt laughs and elbows him. “I don't think any of them are really angry with you, if you were worried. They know you were protecting me.”
“Like none of them have ever had to worry about secret identities. Natasha is the queen of secret identities, if she was really mad I would have to be really unimpressed.”
“Mostly just irritated she didn't figure it out before we told her, I think.” Matt puts his head on Foggy's shoulder. “I'm sorry you had to keep the secret for me. I know you hate doing it enough with Karen and your family.”
“I have never once told you I want my family to know about you, they would kill me and then kill you and then my mother would cry.” The Karen argument is getting old at this point, so he ignores it. “And I figure technically the Avengers are your people, you get to decide when to come out of the superhero closet.”
Matt shakes his head, dislodging it from Foggy's shoulder. “They're your people, I just fight with them.”
Foggy grabs for Matt's hand and squeezes it. “Maybe they can be our mutual people. I'm pretty sure you and Wanda are actually going to love each other, and probably Steve as well.”
“Mutual people,” says Matt, and he's probably trying to sound like Foggy is being ridiculous but mostly he's smiling so much that it comes out fond. A lot of things have come out that way for the past couple days. Karen's been grinning at Foggy on and off at the office because they are embarrassingly obvious. “I suppose they can be.”
“I'm glad you've accepted that I'm always right. I knew there was a reason I love you.”
“Oh.”
It takes Foggy a second to figure out why Matt is suddenly all damp-eyed and quiet instead of arguing about who's right more often, and then he shifts until he can put his arm around Matt's shoulders. “Come on, you already knew that. I say it once a week.”
“Now I know the way you mean it.” Matt moves his face so he's talking right into Foggy's neck. “You too.”
He hasn't actually said the words, but Foggy knows Matt has plenty of baggage. He's not expecting him to say it quite yet, and that's really just as good. “Yeah, buddy, I know,” he says, and pulls Matt's face up so he can kiss him.
*
The next movie night is awkward for about five minutes, all the Avengers weird about Matt now that he's wandering around in sweats and sunglasses instead of body armor, before Wanda hands Matt a mug of tea and then sits down in front of where he's sitting on the couch.
“Thank you, this is my favorite,” Matt says, looking a little surprised.
“I know, it says Matt's, gross on the package in Foggy's handwriting.”
Matt laughs and elbows Foggy, and just like that, everyone relaxes. There's probably still some weirdness to get through, but the hurdle is over. Foggy is going to have to thank Wanda later, but for now, he says “One morning I was out of my tea and I tried one of Matt's teabags and I had to use mouthwash to make my mouth stop tasting like grass.”
“It doesn't taste like grass,” Matt says, taking a drink. If he thinks he's going to kiss Foggy with that mouth he's got another think coming.
Natasha, who's been looking between the two of them ever since she came through the window, not exactly suspicious but something close to it, finally quits it and catches Foggy's eye to give him a nod before she says “Would you like audio description on the movie? I found one with a track.”
Matt glances at Foggy. “If you don't mind, he'll just tell me what's going on this time. It's what we're used to.”
“I don't mind,” says Steve, with a shrug, and smiles at Foggy. “It should be interesting.”
Foggy does his best with the movie commentary, and grins every time he makes someone laugh. Wanda is leaning back against Matt's knees, Natasha is perched on the arm of a chair with Steve's arm looped around her waist to keep her on, and Vision is on his front on the floor, peering at the screen with his usual attention.
Halfway through the movie, during a dialogue-heavy section, Foggy gets up to start the second round of popcorn, and he's not totally surprised when Sam follows him into the kitchen.
“Things are good? Natasha was feeling kind of shitty that she outed your crush on Matt by accident by setting you two up.”
Foggy shrugs. “It ended up okay, I'd say. If Matt had turned me down I might have been annoyed at her, but it worked out. I'm only sorry because it means she's going to have to find a new victim. Steve might want to prepare himself.”
Sam laughs. “I'll make sure he knows.” The apartment is small enough that at least half of the people are hearing this, but Foggy's getting used to that. It's not like he keeps a lot of secrets, especially now that the big ones are out of the way. “I've got to say, man, I'm pretty glad I called you up when we got into town, it seems to have worked out pretty well for both of us.”
Foggy looks out of the kitchen and at the crew watching the movie. Jim is texting someone, grinning at his phone, Steve and Natasha are laughing about something, Vision glancing up at them, and Wanda is narrating quietly for Matt, taking over Foggy's job for a few minutes while he's gone. “Me too. Now let's get that popcorn and get back in there.”
THE END
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[FILL] Any Possible Similarity (7/7)
“It's really hard not to be smug about that. Go us, we're super spies. How about everyone else?”
“A few of them were more curious about my blindness than invested in you and I.” That makes Matt frown. He hates it enough when regular people treat him like he's going to break. If any of the Avengers got anywhere close to trying Foggy's surprised Matt didn't punch them. “I think Vision knew, but it's hard to get a read on him. Wanda might have. She said I should take care of you.”
“Already did.” Foggy is still feeling pretty smug about that, too.
Matt laughs and elbows him. “I don't think any of them are really angry with you, if you were worried. They know you were protecting me.”
“Like none of them have ever had to worry about secret identities. Natasha is the queen of secret identities, if she was really mad I would have to be really unimpressed.”
“Mostly just irritated she didn't figure it out before we told her, I think.” Matt puts his head on Foggy's shoulder. “I'm sorry you had to keep the secret for me. I know you hate doing it enough with Karen and your family.”
“I have never once told you I want my family to know about you, they would kill me and then kill you and then my mother would cry.” The Karen argument is getting old at this point, so he ignores it. “And I figure technically the Avengers are your people, you get to decide when to come out of the superhero closet.”
Matt shakes his head, dislodging it from Foggy's shoulder. “They're your people, I just fight with them.”
Foggy grabs for Matt's hand and squeezes it. “Maybe they can be our mutual people. I'm pretty sure you and Wanda are actually going to love each other, and probably Steve as well.”
“Mutual people,” says Matt, and he's probably trying to sound like Foggy is being ridiculous but mostly he's smiling so much that it comes out fond. A lot of things have come out that way for the past couple days. Karen's been grinning at Foggy on and off at the office because they are embarrassingly obvious. “I suppose they can be.”
“I'm glad you've accepted that I'm always right. I knew there was a reason I love you.”
“Oh.”
It takes Foggy a second to figure out why Matt is suddenly all damp-eyed and quiet instead of arguing about who's right more often, and then he shifts until he can put his arm around Matt's shoulders. “Come on, you already knew that. I say it once a week.”
“Now I know the way you mean it.” Matt moves his face so he's talking right into Foggy's neck. “You too.”
He hasn't actually said the words, but Foggy knows Matt has plenty of baggage. He's not expecting him to say it quite yet, and that's really just as good. “Yeah, buddy, I know,” he says, and pulls Matt's face up so he can kiss him.
The next movie night is awkward for about five minutes, all the Avengers weird about Matt now that he's wandering around in sweats and sunglasses instead of body armor, before Wanda hands Matt a mug of tea and then sits down in front of where he's sitting on the couch.
“Thank you, this is my favorite,” Matt says, looking a little surprised.
“I know, it says Matt's, gross on the package in Foggy's handwriting.”
Matt laughs and elbows Foggy, and just like that, everyone relaxes. There's probably still some weirdness to get through, but the hurdle is over. Foggy is going to have to thank Wanda later, but for now, he says “One morning I was out of my tea and I tried one of Matt's teabags and I had to use mouthwash to make my mouth stop tasting like grass.”
“It doesn't taste like grass,” Matt says, taking a drink. If he thinks he's going to kiss Foggy with that mouth he's got another think coming.
Natasha, who's been looking between the two of them ever since she came through the window, not exactly suspicious but something close to it, finally quits it and catches Foggy's eye to give him a nod before she says “Would you like audio description on the movie? I found one with a track.”
Matt glances at Foggy. “If you don't mind, he'll just tell me what's going on this time. It's what we're used to.”
“I don't mind,” says Steve, with a shrug, and smiles at Foggy. “It should be interesting.”
Foggy does his best with the movie commentary, and grins every time he makes someone laugh. Wanda is leaning back against Matt's knees, Natasha is perched on the arm of a chair with Steve's arm looped around her waist to keep her on, and Vision is on his front on the floor, peering at the screen with his usual attention.
Halfway through the movie, during a dialogue-heavy section, Foggy gets up to start the second round of popcorn, and he's not totally surprised when Sam follows him into the kitchen.
“Things are good? Natasha was feeling kind of shitty that she outed your crush on Matt by accident by setting you two up.”
Foggy shrugs. “It ended up okay, I'd say. If Matt had turned me down I might have been annoyed at her, but it worked out. I'm only sorry because it means she's going to have to find a new victim. Steve might want to prepare himself.”
Sam laughs. “I'll make sure he knows.” The apartment is small enough that at least half of the people are hearing this, but Foggy's getting used to that. It's not like he keeps a lot of secrets, especially now that the big ones are out of the way. “I've got to say, man, I'm pretty glad I called you up when we got into town, it seems to have worked out pretty well for both of us.”
Foggy looks out of the kitchen and at the crew watching the movie. Jim is texting someone, grinning at his phone, Steve and Natasha are laughing about something, Vision glancing up at them, and Wanda is narrating quietly for Matt, taking over Foggy's job for a few minutes while he's gone. “Me too. Now let's get that popcorn and get back in there.”
THE END
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