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A quick outsider POV interlude while I kick the next part into line. It's a really tough conversation to write that's coming up. I hope you like this little snippet of our boys from the outside.

Omar loves picking people up from Avengers' Tower. Who and what he gets is always a surprise. Somehow he's also become the Avengers' official cab driver; he's the only one any of them want and Jarvis always calls his personal line for fares.

(He says 'somehow' but is sure it has something to do with that time he took a soaking wet and utterly miserable looking Captain America straight to the tower when he found him wandering Brooklyn and wouldn't take any payment and asked no questions but just chatted at the man for the whole ride. Say what you like about Stark or Captain America but they honour their debts. And then some, in Stark's case)

So he's pleased to get the call to take the two young men - are they Avengers or just two of Stark's minions? The long haired one might be a lawyer, he's so well dressed, but the one with the sunglasses looks like he just got out of bed with that hoodie on - that climb into his cab at the Tower to Hell's Kitchen. It's also a prepaid fare, paying enough to get these boys most of the way to Philadelphia if they wanted to, so Omar is fairly sure they're someone important. From the moment they get into his cab, he's flicking looks back at them with one ear trained on their conversation.

Only they're not speaking. At all.

Oh, he can see them in his rear view mirror, and every so often Glasses will smile or Long Haired will bite his lip in amusement but they've not said a word since they got into his cab. Long Haired isn't even looking at his friend but somehow they seem to be sharing one hell of a good joke.

Suddenly Glasses laughs out loud. 'No, no, stop.' He waves his hand at the other man who smiles and catches it easily, without taking his eyes off the window he's been looking through the entire trip. Did he see the reflection? But no, another quick look confirms that Long Haired is looking at the bottom edge of the window and probably couldn't see the other man's hand that he just caught.

A shiver runs down Omar's spine. What the hell?

'You're the one who said it buddy.' Long Haired releases the captured hand, which is instantly dropped to Long Haired's thigh. Said what though?

But neither speak again. Omar focuses on the road. For the first time, he wonders if being the Avengers' official cab driver is really that great.

'Where am I to taking you?' he finally asks, having put it off as long as he possibly can.

Both men's head turn to look at him in his rear view mirror... in unison. Omar can feel his heartbeat pick up. Glasses rattles off an address after a long pause.

But it doesn't escape Omar's notice that Long Haired opens his mouth to speak at the same time Glasses does. Only a subtle elbow from Glasses stops him speaking. What the hell does Omar have in his cab?

'O-kay.' It's not far, so Omar picks up the speed. No need to linger with these 'men'.

'Just here.' Long Haired points out an apartment building and Omar pulls over as fast as possible. Glasses makes his way out to meet Long Haired on his side of the cab. Long Haired offers Omar notes - the correct cost for the fare.

He doesn't want their money. 'Already paid,' Omar gets out before he takes off.

Looking back he's not surprised to see them shrug in unison. Their footsteps into the building are also in sync and they're walking arm in arm.

He's definitely going to think twice about taking a fare from the Avengers again.

This is a delightful interlude.

Thanks! Actual part up in the next few days, hopefully.

(OP HERE EEEE)

Omar loves picking people up from Avengers' Tower. Who and what he gets is always a surprise. Somehow he's also become the Avengers' official cab driver; he's the only one any of them want and Jarvis always calls his personal line for fares.
--- *cackles* That's awesome. XD

The long haired one might be a lawyer, he's so well dressed, but the one with the sunglasses looks like he just got out of bed with that hoodie on
--- Such a nice reversal of how they're more commonly compared! :D

Oh, he can see them in his rear view mirror, and every so often Glasses will smile or Long Haired will bite his lip in amusement but they've not said a word since they got into his cab. Long Haired isn't even looking at his friend but somehow they seem to be sharing one hell of a good joke.
--- *cackles*

I love how he can deal with Tony's Tonyness, and picks up bedraggled stray Steve, but it's Matt and Foggy who freak him out. xDDD Thank you for this interlude!! ♥

Author here!

=D Thanks!

Yup but earlier I'd described Matt as wearing an old hoodie so it had to happen.

Well to be fair, those two come with a warning . They have a reputation for their shit and well Steve is Captain America and can be forgiven anything. Matt and Foggy looked normal (and aren't Steve). Until they weren't.

Also thank you! (I'm on my phone; hit the wrong thing)

Omar is like
"I live ina world where a 100 years old soldier is still alive and this shit freeaks me out? I CANT EVEN. I need a vacation."

(Author here) Ah but the soldier is like, a super soldier. There's science or magic there. And the legend that just overrides the weirdness. These are just two guys being weird in his cab. Like, creepily weird not just usual Avengers weird.

He does need a vacation though. Poor Omar.

Oh here it is. The beginning of the conversation. I think. I hope. Man I hope it's what you wanted. Also usually I have the other side of phone calls in italics for ease of reading but well, that's already taken. So Karen's side of the call is underlined as well.

Foggy's still floating high on Matt's amusement at his narrations of the scenery of their drive - ones that Matt could see contrasted with the reality of what he was seeing - when they bumble their way into Matt's apartment. He's throws himself onto Matt's couch, sure this might be the best place for a discussion. He hisses as Matt turns on the lights, the subtle change still enough to be annoying.

It's then he realises he has his eyes closed.

What the hell? He reviews the last few moments; he can see the clear path. Only... Memorycouch/nonewnoisesscents/pathclear/Foggymovingnearcouch Oh huh. That was weird.

You did it so fast too. Instantaccessnohesitation Another side effect?

Something a touch minor compared to vision Mattcanseeliartruenottrue though.

Matt finally makes his way from the doorway, flicking the lights off as he goes. Might as well save electricity; it's becoming very clear exactly how much they're going to share now.

Foggy still can't find any regret in himself.

He shuffles over so Matt can sit beside him. Beer?

No thanks. Foggy cringes as his movement causes his phone to tap his side and he remembers get Karen's call and promising Karenworrywillcallabrupthangup to call her back as soon as he knew what was happening with Matt. He turns his phone on.

There's a moment just after the phone finally loads that gives Foggy enough time to see the twenty three missed calls and over a hundred messages guiltworryohshit before his phone is ringing.

'FOGGY! I thought- I didn't know- What's happening? You said Matt was hit by some... some thing and you were getting help but it's been hours Foggy! Where are you? What's happened? How's Matt?'

Karen/friend/secrethider. What the hell did you tell her?

A lot more than I meant to panickedworried - Foggy's memory of answering the phone automatically while watching over Matt flashes between them - apparently. 'We're ah. At Matt's?'

'I'm coming over. Right now. I'll be there as soon-'

'NO!' Panic 'Karen, please no. Not now.'

Her voice instantly goes cold. 'Why not?'

Foggy sighs. Tell her enough hatelyinghurtssomuch but not everything. That's an in person conversation.

If you say so hatelyingwhymustIlie buddy. 'It's. Ah. Complicated. But what happened tonight... there were side effects. Matt and I... we need tonight Karen. To adjust. I promise I'll explain everything tomorrow but please, give us tonight.'

'It's nearly 5am Foggy.'

It is? Shit. Amusement/dawn?/obvious. Shutup/bestfriendwhy/annoyance. 'Today then. Give us today. Take the day off and tomorrow, I'll explain. We'll explain.' We'll explain. Oweher/truth/liar/betrayal/Karentruth

Fear/guilt/oweher/fearfearfear/danger/hurt/fear. Matt buries his head in his hands and Foggy reluctantly focuses his attention on the phone call. Soon damn it.

'Okay. Okay. I trust you Foggy. Please though... Is Matt really okay?

'I'm better than I was earlier, thanks to Foggy.' Matt pitches his voice so Karen can hear - her sigh of relief isn't audible to Foggy but Matt passes it along.

'Oh thank God. Okay. Tomorrow.'

She hangs up before Foggy can and Foggy just drops his phone onto the couch beside him. 'Urgh. Why did I call her?'

No idea.

'You're not going to talk aloud then buddy?' Curiousity/fear/suspsion You've accepted this weirdscaryMatt thing fast.

Not the first painoverload/whatshappeningtome/knowtoomuch/hurts time for me.

Pity/guilt/mistake. I forgot.

'We need a beer.' Matt rises and heads for the fridge before Foggy can muster any sort of reply.

'You really think alcohol will help this?' Resignment. No. Might help you relax Foggyfriendlyallovermehappy though.

'Yeah and give me stupid ideas. Li-'

'-ke the puzzle?' Cardboardedges/worldspinning/funjoyhappinessFoggy Okay, Matt really seemed to like these memories of drunk Foggy...

Darkness/laughter/whatthehell. 'Oh man, I'd forgotten that. What where we-'

Foggy doesn't need to complete the thought, let alone the sentence, for Matt to get it. 'We weren't. And we did manage it-'

'-eventually.' The memory of the completed puzzle, done upside down by two blind - one using a blindfold admittedly - law students brought a sense of achievement and annoyance to Foggy.

You never said it was the wrong way up. Why lie?

It didn't seem happyMattgreatsmile to matter.

Matt puts the beer back into the fridge and takes a seat in the chair across from Foggy with a sigh. 'We should. Talk.'

'Yeah.'

********

It's tempting to stay in the happy memories of law school. With this taste of one, Matt's so tempted to just encourage Foggy to relive some of the best memories of his life and ignore everything. It would be so much easier.

But it's not what Foggy wants. And Matt's done too much to him already to not give him what he wants right now.

Disbelief/confusion/guiltanger/MattMattMatt. Matt frowns at his friend, trying to comprehend the emotions/images/sensations he's getting. 'Foggy?'

'You're guilty for this.'

Myfault. 'If I had-'

Foggy does... does something and suddenly Matt feels like he's drowning in... in relief? No. Reassurance. You lied liarbetrayal and kept me in the dark - protectFoggysafecanhandleit - and that wasn't good. But you are not responsible for the actions of others. Noregret.

'But-' Matt's still trying to pick through the reassurance. How can Foggy be so forgiving? After everything? The memory of him leaving - painlossdeservethis/heartbeatfading flashes through his mind.

Oh man. Foggy bites his lip - Matt feels the motion and can taste/smell the blood when he breaks skin - and throws a memory at him. Betrayal/heartbreak/liar/liar/liar The dark haired man - Matt - looking half dead protecthelpliarlovehatewhy and tears stopcontinuemakehimhurtlikeheshurtingme on his cheeks and the need to just leave whatdolovehatelovelovelovefriend because if he stayed, he'd never leave spacetimemaybeliarbetrayalwhatwasreal.

Without thinking Matt throws his memory of that moment back at Foggy. PainfearneedFoggy Of the heartbeat that constantly beat too fast; the taste of tears Dadloveleftpleasestay; the acceptance Foggy was going Stickeveryoneleavesthoughtyoumightstay with the knowledge he was safernotformedontdeserveyoumonsterdevildevildevil better off and the realisation even if he could, Matt couldn't - wouldn't - make him stay betterwithoutmedeservebetterdevildevildevil.

Foggy throws his arms around Matt before the last of the memory has faded. 'Oh God.' Friendlovefriendlovedeservedeservefriendminelovewontleave

'I lied to you.' Why?

'And I'm still angry about that.' Matt. Because you're Matt. Dork/goodman/caring/mine 'But angry doesn't mean we're over.'

'But why would you stay?'

'How could I leave?' For better or worse. Partners/friends/mine

Matt tries to shake off the hug but Foggy tightens his arms. 'You're betrayed.' He throws every single emotion Foggy's felt about that back on him.

Foggy throws back a wave of FriendmineloveBESTFRIEND so thick Matt chokes. 'And we'll move forward. With honesty. And communication. All those cool things we really suck at.'

Amusement.

Yeah. Amusement.

"All those cool things we really suck at"

Awwwwwww!

OP here! (If my comments aren't obvious...)

What the hell? He reviews the last few moments; he can see the clear path. Only... Memorycouch/nonewnoisesscents/pathclear/Foggymovingnearcouch Oh huh. That was weird.
--- OOH FOGGY USING MATT'S SENSES YES OMG THIS IS AWESOME

Might help you relax Foggyfriendlyallovermehappy though.
--- AWWWWWWW

*cracks up at the upside-down puzzle* XDDD

It didn't seem happyMattgreatsmile to matter.
--- Omg, their mutually adoring emotional bleed-throughs, I love iiiiit. :D

Foggy does... does something and suddenly Matt feels like he's drowning in... in relief? No. Reassurance.
--- LOOK AT FOGGY, GETTING THE HANG OF THINGS LIKE A BOSS.

The dark haired man - Matt - looking half dead protecthelpliarlovehatewhy and tears stopcontinuemakehimhurtlikeheshurtingme on his cheeks and the need to just leave whatdolovehatelovelovelovefriend because if he stayed, he'd never leave spacetimemaybeliarbetrayalwhatwasreal.
--- *spontaneously combusts* ;_________; I love how they just give up on words and throw their sensory experiences of The Reveal at each other. ;_______;

safernotformedontdeserveyoumonsterdevildevildevil better off and the realisation even if he could, Matt couldn't - wouldn't - make him stay betterwithoutmedeservebetterdevildevildevil.
--- *cries forever*

Friendlovefriendlovedeservedeservefriendminelovewontleave
'I lied to you.' Why?
'And I'm still angry about that.' Matt. Because you're Matt. Dork/goodman/caring/mine
--- "mine" *FLAILS*

Foggy throws back a wave of FriendmineloveBESTFRIEND so thick Matt chokes.
--- FOGGY RULES YES AMEN

All those cool things we really suck at.
--- :DDD

*FLAILS* I LOVE THIIIIIS THANK YOU FOR BEING BORRRRN

Author here. Your comments are a highlight of my morning/afternoon/whatever the hell time you call it when you get up. =D

First time consciously realising he's doing it. Next step - consciously doing it. =D

That came to me one morning and I giggled for a half hour. They were totally drunk, decided to do that puzzle Foggy had found and it was totally logical for Foggy to wear a blindfold to do it so it was fair to Matt. They did it by feel and upside down. It was hilarious. =D

Thanks! It's not dawned on either of them that hey, this feeling of love I have for you is basically what you're sending back. And I know mine isn't quite friendship love. Oh right.

Matt has it mostly down pat, though he's not been (and will not be) able to stop the leaking through of strong emotions/feelings/thoughts but Foggy is catching up.

Words are too unreliable for that experience - as evidenced by that experience. It seemed simpler.

Sorry, didn't mean to make you cry (much).

Foggy does rule. He is awesome.

*Blushes* Thank you! I love you for this prompt and all your support- it's making writing this go so much easier and quicker. =D Your comments mean a lot!

:D Updates to this fic are the highlight of my morning/afternoon/midnight/whatever time the e-mail notification comes through!

I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE SENSE SHARING I CAN'T WAIT

Pfffft, that's so adorable. xD I kind of totally want to draw this.

Their own versions of love are just so encompassing they don't realize how equally encompassing the other's is! Can't see the forest for the trees. XD

<333 Thank you so much, brilliant anon!

=D (Probably morning? If you're US... I tend to post just before I go to bed so I get comments in the morning.)

Hehe. =)

OH. I would love you forever if you drew that. Because my art skills leave much to be desired and this should exist.

Exactly! Also they're not poking at each other's emotions yet... just kind of trying not to be too invasive. It won't last.

You're welcome brilliant OP! <3

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There's a tentative count for how many more parts this has- I planned out the rest of the fic to have another five 'chapters' (not including this one) plus an epilogue to make 11 parts (plus the interlude). Subject to change on my whims. I have many whims. Hope you like this!

Matt finally sags into the hug, a sense of contentment slipping into his mind. Foggy adds to it instinctively, barely aware of doing so, just wanting to get the sheer self hatred he'd felt out of his friend. Who the hell broke his Matt so much that he honestly believes Foggy is better off without him?

Surprise/lying?/notlying/what? Well that's descriptive. Thanks Matt.

Foggy tightens his hug, ignoring how his knees are starting to hurt from his position on the floor. Friend/mine/good/honest Matt-

Matt shakes his head. 'Foggy-' Foggy, '-I can't. I... Foggy.' Foggy. Flashes of Foggy, as Matt perceives him, flash over from Matt. A kind voice; steady hand; friendship; equals; kind; heartbeat; coconut/bagel/cheese; FoggygoodminebestfriendFoggy. Matt pushes Foggy back for a moment, then drops to the floor before him, so Foggy isn't reaching up. I can't. Please Foggy. It's too much.

Okay. Foggy can work with this. Too much now. But he's got a long time - the rest of their lives - to deal with this. He'll wait.

'Foggy-'

Time to change the plan of attack. Give up the battle, win the war.

What?

Foggy grimaces as years of watching war documentaries with his father flashes through his mind. Boredupsetscaredbored. They weren't his thing but he picked up a few details.

'I'm a battle?' Matt sounds - no is- amused by the thought. Foggy reluctantly rises because he really does need to change his tactics.

'Oh man, first day and you're already stuffing up the mind reading. I compared battling your-' Foggy waves a general hand, '-issues, to a war not a battle. Scale.'

Matt rises too, somehow not sore. How even? Control. Training. No fake cheese. 'I'm glad my 'issues' are of such great concern to you.'

He's being sarcastic. He'll learn. My cheese balls are the best - a flash of eating the snack, cheesy goodness dissolving on his tongue- and you know it. 'You are welcome.'

Is that how they taste to you? Matt sends chemicalprocesseddisgust over and Foggy gags.

You better keep your taste buds to yourself please! He moves into the kitchen, desperate for a glass of water to wash away that awfulickyhowthehelldoyoustandit taste from his mouth and memory. A flicker of sunlight catches his attention and Foggy checks his watch. Oh joy it's six. Morning. They've been awake all night - God it's only been twelve hours since this nightmare began - and not so much as a catnap of rest.

Suddenly all Foggy can feel is the tiredness pulling at his limbs. Matt yawns. Foggy yawns. They yawn together.

'Foggy?' Matt mutters drowsily. 'You have the-' another yawn, triggering Foggy's which in turn triggers another unison yawn, '-bed. I'll take the couch.'

But Foggy isn't having that. InjureddyingsickMatt 'Nope. You'll be in that bed or I'm not sleeping.'

Matt smirks and Foggy barely has time to process before a wave of tiredness runs through him, nearly causing him to fall where he stands. But Matt's miscalculated. It flows back at him and Foggy is woken from his half sleep by Matt's butt hitting the floor as he does fall over.

You're more tired awakelongerdyingsickdying than I am. Foggy manages to make his way to Matt and get an arm under his. He pulls his friend to his feet. Amusement/Imright/fondness. Come on Buddy.

Stubborn. Bed. Foggy.

Compromise/tired/movingurgh. Share? Foggy all but throws Matt at his bed and tries to get his jacket off. It's putting up quite the fight.

Share. Matt's thoughts go gentle and soft. Foggy wins the battle with the jacket and throws himself at the bed.

Just in time; Matt's mind pulls at his and sleep claims Foggy too.

********

Matt's warm. It's kinda nice. He snuggles into the warmth, vaguely aware of something - someone - happy and content beside him. Very content actually; they're half awake with a warm body in their arms who is happy to be there. It's always good to start the morning making someone else happ-

Wait, what. Who the hell is in his bed?

Matt snaps all his senses into focus and opens his eyes unnecessarily as he hears a gasp from the man holding him. Foggy. What?

'Dude that was really freaky.' Matt catches a flash of an image of him - him, he knows what he looks like now - opening his eyes at the same time Foggy does and the events of last night coming speeding back to him.

And Foggy. 'Oh man.' He groans and rolls over, taking away the warmth. The nice warmth.

There's a long pause, then Foggy rolls back over. Warmthniceagreement. He moves his arms back into position, though he makes sure Matt isn't pressed against him. Mattseyes/nice/comfortablewithme/likeseeingthem.

For a long moment they stew in the silence of each other's thoughts. Matt finally has to break it. 'Time?'

Foggy glances at his clock. 'Just after four. We got a lot of sleep Buddy.' He shuffles. 'Seems like you needed it.'

Matt glares in hi...no, at him. He knows where Foggy is now, as instinctively as he knows where every inch of his body is. 'You tricked me.'

There's no apology in Foggy. Pleasure/happiness/healthlyMatt 'Just get used to it.'

It is at that moment, their stomachs growl. In unison. Huh. Still kinda cool. With a groan Matt pulls himself out of bed Reluctance/warm/comfort/Foggy and heads for the bathroom. The second he crosses the threshold, he feels/hears Foggy start to scream out a song in his head. It drowns out Matt's thoughts - and Foggy's ability to sense Matt's actions. Clever. Though Defying Gravity, really?

They swap and Matt heads for his kitchen.

Food/hunger/me?. It takes a moment for Matt to realise what Foggy's offering.

Food/hunger/ME Matt runs through his fridge's contents, sniffing to see what's best to be used and picking through ideas for meals. There's not many he can make with what he has. Breakfast or nothing Foggy.

Agreement. Breakfast is brilliant. Foggy's actions aren't bothering Matt; he's heard far worse from total strangers. Which NoshareNO isn't something he thinks about Yousharedhateyoujerk usually.

Eggs/pancakes. Your choice.

Both? Hope/Mattscooking/tastebest/oweme/oversharer

Flattered and a tiny bit apologetic, Matt grabs the eggs, milk and flour. He leaves the eggs for Foggy and starts mixing pancakes. Foggy drifts in, and Matt catches the sight of his kitchen through blinking eyes.

Then Foggy closes them. Guide me.

Guide yourself. For a moment Foggy pauses, then something pushes at Matt's mind - more of a push than he's felt since this began - and his sense of Foggy greatly increases. So does Foggy's sense of Matt, if his thoughts are any indicator.

Foggy grabs an egg and cracks it against the pan, throwing the shell at the bin without looking, tracking it with Matt's hearing and sense of smell. It lands perfectly. They smile. Matt finishes mixing the pancake mix, pacing the kitchen as he does. Foggy is always a step ahead of him - or with him - and never in the way as he cooks their eggs and they drift around the kitchen as if dancing. By the time they're done, the pancake mix is ready and Matt steals bites of his eggs - cooked to perfection - as he cooks them.

The sound Foggy makes when Matt first takes a bite of his eggs is nearly pornographic. This Godgoodperfectionwhateven is how things taste to you?

Only the good notchemicalhomecookedloved things.

Fine. Share your whatevenbestmealever taste buds sometimes.

Matt smiles and flips the final pancake, throwing a previously cooked one at Foggy. He tracks its path.

Foggy catches it, despite sitting side on to it. Matt hears/feels the movement of his head as he turns to look at Matt, finally opening his eyes so Matt can see his own smile. Handy

Agreement. Matt takes a bite of one of his pancakes and Foggy makes another low moan. Hateyouloveyoukeepeatingholyshitsogood

This might make up for everything.

SHRIEKING AN UPDATE AN UPDATE!!! :D

Surprise/lying?/notlying/what? Well that's descriptive. Thanks Matt.
--- *snorts* XD

'Foggy-' Foggy, '-I can't. I... Foggy.' Foggy. Flashes of Foggy, as Matt perceives him, flash over from Matt. A kind voice; steady hand; friendship; equals; kind; heartbeat; coconut/bagel/cheese; FoggygoodminebestfriendFoggy. Matt pushes Foggy back for a moment, then drops to the floor before him, so Foggy isn't reaching up. I can't. Please Foggy. It's too much.
--- Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. ;___;

Is that how they taste to you? Matt sends chemicalprocesseddisgust over and Foggy gags.
You better keep your taste buds to yourself please!
--- *cackles* Oh man MATT DON'T RUIN FOOD FOR FOGGY

But Matt's miscalculated. It flows back at him and Foggy is woken from his half sleep by Matt's butt hitting the floor as he does fall over.
--- *cracks up* GOOD JOB, MATTHEW.

He groans and rolls over, taking away the warmth. The nice warmth.
There's a long pause, then Foggy rolls back over. Warmthniceagreement.
--- *melts* Awww!

The second he crosses the threshold, he feels/hears Foggy start to scream out a song in his head. It drowns out Matt's thoughts - and Foggy's ability to sense Matt's actions. Clever. Though Defying Gravity, really?
--- *CACKLES* FOGGY, YOU BRILLIANT THING, YOU. Also, yes, Matt. Don't hate. Defying Gravity is awesome!

Then Foggy closes them. Guide me.
Guide yourself. For a moment Foggy pauses, then something pushes at Matt's mind - more of a push than he's felt since this began - and his sense of Foggy greatly increases. So does Foggy's sense of Matt, if his thoughts are any indicator.
--- *bites fist* OMG SENSE SHARING AHHHHHH awwww AHHHH!

This Godgoodperfectionwhateven is how things taste to you?
Only the good notchemicalhomecookedloved things.
Fine. Share your whatevenbestmealever taste buds sometimes.
--- :DDD

*wails* I love everything so much. ;_________; You goddess!

A comment! A comment! =D

This new ability is useful for knowing thoughts and feelings. Understanding them... not so much.

Matt's trying not to but having someone who understands why chemicals taste so awful would be lovely.

Writing the trope of Matt as a mess of a human being is one of my favourite tropes. Stuffing things like this up is Matt's specialty.

He really is. Defying Gravity is awesome but there's a difference between Defying Gravity sung by professionals and Defying Gravity sung by a drunk law student (who can't sing anyway) at 3am. Matt's heard both and he prefers not to hear the second again.

Sense sharing! I did promise. =)

*blushes* Aww, thank you. As always, I'm glad you like it!

Wow. This story continues to be awesome, but this chapter is my favorite. I think it's because it's so joyous. Matt and Foggy are so together and so not alone...and then the cooking scene!

It just made me so happy when I realized Matt will never be alone. Obviously, with the mind link, he'll always be connected to Foggy, but even more so with Foggy sharing Matt's senses and tasting experiences, he's not alone in his abilities.

Aww, thank you! I'm glad you liked it. I did have this chapter as joyful as I could... there's still a bit of angst coming up.

That is so true. The one joy that can't be angsted away- this thing is permanent and means these two will never be alone. The drawbacks of that though... coming up.

They are starting tpo experiment with each other "abilities" Matt cn see the world through Foggy and Foggy can see and do what Matt does.
Excellent.

They are indeed. =) Exactly, yes. Matt still can't see through his eyes and Foggy's senses aren't anywhere near Matt's but when they're together, it's hardly going to matter.

Thank you.

This was supposed to be one part of part six. Instead it's the whole part so this is looking to be a part more. If that makes sense. More fic anyway. Also these characters just keep doing things and I have a plot that they just want to ignore and it's frustrating... but there is now some plot. Of sorts. A tiny bit. Blink and you'll miss it. But there.

Foggy settles into the lounge and a moment later Matt settles in beside him. Matt?

Acknowledgement?

What now? There's a vague sense of restlessness in Foggy that's making him want to pace or twitch or do something so he's moving. He can't stand being idle and useless. It's close to the worst feeling in the world.

Matt picks up on it; Foggy can feel him feeling it. Which is definitely an experience. He casts his mind around, thinking for something to do. Matt does something that basically feels like the mental equivalent of raising an eyebrow and Foggy elbows him lightly.

'Oh! I need clothes.' Both men jump when Foggy speaks aloud and he shifts to thoughts. Need clothes cleanpresentableimportant before tomorrow. Can't go to work importantmeprofessionalmeimportant in this.

Borrow some of mine smelllikeme/mine/pleasure. Foggy jolts at the thought of Matt's but before he can look into it, it's covered by another thought. There should be something that fits? Matt runs through his wardrobe in a vast collection of sensations and remembered braille that flashes by too fast for Foggy to make any sense of. Something? Uncertain.

Foggy flashes his mental image of himself to Matt and Matt sits up abruptly. Too big for your skintight stuff Matty- what?

Foggy? Matt pushes at Foggy's mind and after a moment, Foggy lets him in deeper. Then Matt's pulling up every memory Foggy has Mirror/photo/carwindow/MattandI/Me/Mirror/shave/fat/me and running through them. He focuses on Foggy's memory of a photo of the pair of them taken by Marci, the one where Matt has one arm over Foggy's shoulders and they're both laughing. Matt broke his glasses the day before so it's the only photo Foggy has of them where you can see Matt's eyes.

Us. Ususususususus. Foggy, US.

Us. He - no they, Matt's so close and all Foggy can feel/sense/be is Matt - fishes into their pocket for their photo, where Foggy keeps a digital copy of the usually framed photo. The part of them that is Matt runs a finger down Foggy's virtual before touching Matt's face.

US They think with Matt's wonder. Happyfriendsus

Slowly it dawns on the part that is Matt how close they are and he pulls back. Foggy takes his first breath that is his alone for a long moment and it feels empty... like a part of him just died. Lossconfusednolikeitasis

Agreement. But... we need a me and you. Matt is pressed to Foggy's side and he backs off, leaving that side as cold as the chill in Foggy's mind/heart/soul. But he can feel the guilt Matt's feeling IdidthisoverwhelmFoggy so he doesn't comment.

In fact... Foggy pushes forward and Matt freezes. Then he relaxes and lets Foggy in; stinking into his friend's mind. They sigh in unison at the feeling and the part that is Foggy pulls back, sure the Matt part understands it was not whelmFoggyguiltmonster but lovehugfriendMattcomfortable.

'Whoa.' Matt is breathing heavily and has shuffled back to sitting against Foggy's side. His head drops, so it's resting on Foggy's shoulder.

'Yeah.' Foggy shifts his head so it's now resting on Matt's. The closeness warms him, chasing out the chill that the mental separation leaves. 'We totally have to do that again.'

A hum of agreement. They sit in contented silence for a long moment.

Matt's phone breaks it. 'Karen. Karen. Karen.'

Shit, Karen friendwhatfrustration. Matt locates the phone in a moment and dives at it, answering it in a quick motion.

'Karen?'

'Matt! You're home, right?'

'Yes?' Foggy feels Matt extend his senses and they freeze at the scent of jasmine/whiskey/badcoffee and a faint but familiar heartbeat that's getting louder with every moment.

Karen speaking brings Matt out of his focus. 'Okay, okay. Look, I'm really sorry but I... I cannot justify this and I'm sorry but I have to see.' There's a long pause. 'I'm coming up your stairs.'

Foggy should be angry that Karen couldn't even give them the day but he knows if it had been Matt and Karen doing this... well he wouldn't have waited this long. He admires her restraint. Matt is...

Matt is resigned. How much do you want to tell her?

Me?!

Trustsuretyfriendship. I don't like lying but I think it's necessary. But I'm not going to make you do it for me. It's your choice.

Thanks Matt. So helpful.

********

Matt feels like he's just put his head up against a loaded gun and given Foggy the trigger. But somehow he's not at all concerned; he knows Foggy will make the right choice.

Too bad Foggy doesn't.

What, no Matt; we need to talk communicatechosenotfightbetrayal this out and make choices and decisions together usfriendstogetherchoose not just me deciding. Matt can feel his panic, his whatifigetitwrong/nolies/protectKaren/ohGod and instead of worrying him, he finds it reassuring. Foggy will decide the right thing.

You are the least helpful friend hateyouloveyoudamnyou and this is not helpful.

Karen knocks on the door and Foggy's panic skyrockets. Matt decides it might be best if he answered it.

'Matt?' she calls as he walks towards the door. 'I know Foggy said tomor-'

'But you couldn't wait?' He smiles as he opens the door and steps aside so Karen can pass.

But she freezes and Matt can hear how her heart rate has increased. She's angry?

Angry, angry. Foggy confirms.

'You... look okay?' While her tone is questioning, it's not mild. I think she thinks we've lied to her.

Matt shrugs and heads back towards Foggy who is still on the lounge. 'I wasn't ever in physical danger.'

'Bullshit,' Foggy snaps and Matt hears Karen's jump. She didn't think Foggy was going to be here? 'Your heart was failing-'

'WHAT?' Her footsteps sound and Matt has just enough time to brace himself before she's grabbed his shoulders and trying to turn him. Matt allows himself to be turned. 'Matt! What happened?'

Foggy sends Matt an image of himself (!) being manhandled by a tall, blonde woman. Karen?

Karen. Matt drinks in the image, every bit as lovely as he thought she'd be. It's not quite like seeing Foggy was but it's certainly a good feeling. The woman in question continues to - gently - manhandle Matt over to the lounge and Foggy shuffles up so she can push Matt back onto it. Karen begins to run her hands over him, checking him for injuries and Matt has to shift so she'll avoid touching one of his apparently worrying looking scars. You okay buddy?

You tell me. Matt challenges, aware Foggy knows as well as he does that Matt is overwhelmed and not really okay. Because that's Karen and he can see and it's nearly as foreign as it had been when he first lost his sight and got his senses. Thank goodness for Foggy's mind acting as a buffer or Matt isn't sure how aware he would be.

'Guys, please?' Karen sounds a bit desperate and Matt abruptly realises this is not the first time his name - and Foggy's - has been called. 'What happened?'

'It's a long story-'

'Start at the beginning.'

Foggy? Where do we start? ProtectKaren/nolies/chooseright/youindanger/protect

If I'd known to be careful, I wouldn't be in this position. Foggy finally decides and Matt feels the decision being made. Karen deserves that. Her life is no safer if she's liesbetrayed in the dark. I wasn't targeted because I knew Daredevil anyway fear/randomstranger?/Daredevil/Matt/phone/help/save. They didn't know that.

Wait, what? What confusion whatwhat what? Foggy, tellme!whatconfusion what do you mean?

'The beginning then.' Foggy ignores the beginning of Matt's freak out and leans forward. 'It starts with Daredevil.'

'Daredevil?' Karen stops checking Matt for injuries and he feels the movement as she shifts her head to look at Foggy. 'What does he have to do with th...'Matt knows, from Foggy, that understanding is beginning to dawn on her face but-

'It begins with Daredevil because that's... that's me. I'm Daredevil Karen.'

- he's going to say it anyway. Because that's what Foggy wants.

The gun has been fired. Now to see if there's a bullet in it.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh *bites nails*

^{More fic is always a good thing! :D And characters ignoring intended plot are exactly why I'm feeling stuck on two of my fics... XD}

OP here!

importantmeprofessionalmeimportant
--- Awww, Foggy. <3

Borrow some of mine smelllikeme/mine/pleasure.
--- AWWWW, MATTTTTT OMG <3 <3 <3

Then Matt's pulling up every memory Foggy has Mirror/photo/carwindow/MattandI/Me/Mirror/shave/fat/me and running through them.
--- MATT DIVING INTO IMAGES OF FOGGY OH GOD YES. AND THEIR SENSES OF SELF MERGING. OH, GOSH. AND MATT'S STUPID GUILT DAMMIT MATTHEW.

And Foggy is an angel. ;_; A precious angel.

'Okay, okay. Look, I'm really sorry but I... I cannot justify this and I'm sorry but I have to see.' There's a long pause. 'I'm coming up your stairs.'
--- OH MY GOD KAREN. DAMMIT.

he knows if it had been Matt and Karen doing this... well he wouldn't have waited this long.
--- YEAH, BUT THAT'S YOU AND MATT, YOU GUYS ARE BEST FRIENDS WITH YEARS OF RAPPORT.

he knows Foggy will make the right choice.
Too bad Foggy doesn't.
--- Oh god, I thought you meant "Too bad, he doesn't make the right choice after all" and panicked. XD

instead of worrying him, he finds it reassuring. Foggy will decide the right thing.
You are the least helpful friend hateyouloveyoudamnyou and this is not helpful.
--- XD

I wasn't targeted because I knew Daredevil anyway fear/randomstranger?/Daredevil/Matt/phone/help/save. They didn't know that.
Wait, what? What confusion whatwhat what? Foggy, tellme!whatconfusion what do you mean?
'The beginning then.' Foggy ignores the beginning of Matt's freak out and leans forward. 'It starts with Daredevil.'
--- YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GO FOGGY

Oh mannn I'm at the edge of my seat! (Well... I'm sitting on my carpet so I'm at the not-edge of my floor, but... you know what I mean!)

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New part! Not sure how in character Karen is but I tried my very hardest. Bit of an information dump this chapter but soon everyone is on the same page; with more plot appearing! Next chapter should have some of the action-y stuff and more on Foggy. I'm still hopeful there's only going to be 12 parts. Reminder bold AND italics is them together; as one.

The look on Karen's face would probably be one of the most amusing things Foggy's ever seen if he wasn't currently too distracted feeling Matt's fear/trust/relief/fear/whatifsheleaves? to take much note of it. Underlying all of Matt's thoughts is his complete and utter faith in Foggy choosing correctly and that itself is enough to both warm Foggy's heart and terrify him.

But first. Karen. Who's looking from Matt to Foggy with a mixture of disbelief, dawning realisation and anger. Like Foggy thought, an amusing look to be thought of later.

Best I've seen in a while Matt tries to joke but it falls flat as they both wait to see where the bullet lands.

That is an awful dangerstupidyourlifeissodangerous metaphor by the way.

It fits.

'What?' Karen finally chokes out. 'How...no. You're Daredevil?'

Matt nods, then tries to rise. But Karen pushes down on his chest and Foggy can feel his reluctance to fight her attentions. Show her my suit.

Foggy nods and gets up, causing Karen to jerk in surprise. He heads for the cupboard Matt kept the last suit in. It's not there; I was tiredsoretired lazy last ni- notimelostforgot the night before and hid it under my bed. Without missing a step, Foggy changes directions to head into the bedroom, Matt's sensory map of his room in Foggy's mind's eye. The suit is exactly where Matt remembers it being and he brings it back out to Karen.

Who gasps in shock. 'You're Daredevil,' she breathes, turning back to Matt. 'But...how?' She waves her hand in front of Matt's eyes for a moment, causing Foggy to grimace. Understandable/annoying/haseveryright/painnotfaking/justified

Liar/annoying/keeptryingtoconvinceyourself. 'Karen, that's kinda rude?' She turns to give him a glare and Foggy shrugs. 'I meant the hand waving? It's really quite rude.' He walks past her to settle back down next to Matt.

'Oh. Sorry.'

Matt gives her a mild smile that shows exactly none of his feelings about her actions; about her belief that he's faking being blind. Foggy hadn't realised before now how deep and strong those feelings were. Suddenly some of Matt's vagueness about how his senses work makes much more sense... why try and convince someone you believe won't believe you anyway?

'It's okay. It's a valid assumption.' Matt, you gotta admit how much it painbetrayedpainnotfaking actually hurts to be called a faker. Foggy pushes as much comfort/bestfriend/sorrysorrysorry/nottotalliar/useyourwords/tellher as he can at Matt, hoping to get him to tell Karen.

But Matt ignores him. 'I am blind. It's just, my other senses... they make up for it.'

Foggy huffs. 'That's one way to describe it. What's the other? 'There's more than one way to see'?' Matt sends him the feeling of a glare even as Karen tilts her head.

'You said it started with Daredevil. The story of what happened. How'd it finish?' She finally moves back from Matt, allowing him to sit up. 'There's something up with the both of you tonight.'

Matt sighs. 'I... I make enemies. As Daredevil. And they threaten me sometimes; it's why I wanted to keep you guys out of this and safe-' Stupid choice Foggy thinks as Karen's eyes widen in belief, '-and last week a guy I took down made a threat. Last night, he acted on it.'

'What was the threat?' Karen asks softly, her anger nearly gone from her voice.

'That he'd make everyone I knew suffer and die.' The memory of that moment plays for Foggy and while there's no visuals, he can hear the certainty in the man's heartbeat and voice. But he can also feel Matt's instinctive fearpanicworry at the threat before Foggy's safe, they're safe nooneknowsmesecretsafe logic kicks in. 'I didn't believe him but then I got Foggy's call.'

It takes Foggy a moment to remember the phone call he'd made the second he'd started to think something was off. He hadn't waited for Matt to answer, just put his phone on mute and slipped it in his pocket before moving further into the alley. A stupid move, in hindsight Agreement/fear/idiot but one Foggy still doesn't have it in him to regret.

'What happened then?' Karen prompts, pulling them out of Foggy's thoughts. 'Foggy?'

'I'd walked into a trap, I think. Some person calling for help on the way home from the office,' Foggy does a vague sort of shrug, ignoring Matt's hypocritical IDIOT/PANIC/STUPID/FOGGY, 'in an alleyway and I walked in. Got nervous when they weren't right there so I called my friendly neighbourhood vigilante for backup. Good thing I did because there was a nutter with a gun there and he started monologuing at me.'

Karen raises an eyebrow. 'Monologuing?'

Foggy nods with enthusiasm. 'I know right! Actual monologuing, the type you really only see in the movies! I almost thought I was dreaming but he was waving that gun around talking about how destroying me would destroy Daredevil-'

'He was?' Foggy suddenly registers Matt's tenseness and fear and it dawns on him that he might not have mentioned any of this to Matt. Opps?

It's okay. Show?

Of course.

********

Slowly, Foggy feeds Matt his memory of the encounter. For a moment Matt can't process it; can't tie the light haired ranting man all dressed in black with his impressions of a man of average height and peak physical condition. But then Foggy's mind slips in closer to his and they remember. Remember the ranting and the raving - 'going to make everyone he knows suffer, if I have to ruin everyone in Hell's Kitchen to do it. I'll get someone the Devil loves eventually.' - joke/stupid/shouldIbescared? followed by the fear when the gun is turned on them. Then Matt is thrown out of unison by Foggy's panic/MATT nononononono when he runs onto the scene and takes the blast of light the gun fires.

Huh. Matt frowns. Where did h-

'Guys!' Karen's near roar cuts into their thoughts/sharing/existence and as one, they turn to look at her. Matt hears her heartbeat pick up. 'Okay, that's creepy.' She looks Foggy in the eyes. 'What. Happened. Then?'

'Matt came. And he took the shot from the gun.' Karen takes in a shocked and fearful gasp of air. 'Only it wasn't a bullet but some sort of light thingy?' Foggy shares Karen's surprised eyebrow. 'It hit Matt and he just, started screaming. And, ah... long story short, it turns out that that weapon kinda makes you able to read minds and emotions.'

Karen's eyes snap to Matt's face and he can feel the sensation of her gaze on his face. It takes him a moment to realise he's using Foggy's vision to get this impression.

He gives her a mild smile. 'Not anymore. We were with the Avengers, they fixed it so my mind is mostly my own again-'

'Mostly?'

Foggy shrugs, the sensation itching at Matt's shoulders. 'Ah, the only way they could Matt hearing everyone's thoughts was to make him feel every thought of one person. I ah,-'

By Karen's heart, Matt knows she's made the leap. 'You volunteered.' She shakes her head, the sound of her hair tapping her shoulders echoing in Matt's ears. 'No, this doesn't make sense, it can't be real.'

Time for proof maybe? 'Show Foggy something. Something on a screen or piece of paper. My senses don't work on those.' For a moment Karen hesitates but then Matt hears her fumbling and smells lint as she pulls some out of her pocket along with her phone.

Matt, we don't have to do this, Karen friendlovelywhatareyoudoing will believe us once the surprise-

Proof helps.

Fine. Blue square. 'A blue square,' Matt repeats. Then, 'Foggy. A yellow bird. You? Yes, you. A Christmas tree. A rob-wait that's what Iron Man looks like?'

Karen starts to laugh; a very nervous noise. 'Holy shit.' Matt hears her lower her phone then exhale noisily. Only to you Buddy. 'This explains... a lot of tonight.'

Matt is taken back and Foggy seems as surprised. 'What?'

'The random space outs you both have been having. Foggy's really sudden change in direction when getting your suit.' Karen has her hand up and is lowering her fingers as she talks. 'The fact Foggy knew to go get your suit. Um, the moving in unison thing? A lot of things.'

Oh shit.

Yeah. 'Obvious things?'

Foggy shares Karen's smile - beautiful/carefree/nowrare - with Matt. 'Only when I list them out like that.' She finally rises. 'I guess I should go?'

Matt tries not to seem as eager as he and Foggy feel. Karen is his friend but they need to be alone right now. 'Only if you want to.'

'I'm going. Thank... thank you for telling me.' There's a hitch in her voice, the same one that's been there for ages but magnified somehow. Maybe because Foggy can show Matt her face as she speaks. 'I'll see you tomorrow.' Head held high, Karen walks out before Matt can so much as offer to walk her to the door.

They track her movement to the edge of Matt's senses, to be sure she's safe.

You do this a lot? Matt can feel Foggy's distress/violation/bestfriend/privacy/confusion at the thought of Matt tracking him through Hell's Kitchen.

Not really. I listen for trouble when you leave the building but painoverextentiontomuch I usually tune everything out once you've left the block. Matt finds himself playing with a thread on one of his pillows and forces himself to stop.

Foggy nudges him mentally to start it up again and Matt's doing it before he can process what that means. Just to be safe?

Yes. I only ever wanted you safebestfriendlovewantprotect safe.

With a nod, Foggy stands. 'Okay then Murdock.' And Matt knows/feels/isFoggy that Foggy believes him. 'Ready to brave the big wide world?'

Matt blinks as he rises too, moving for his cane and glasses without thinking. 'What fo-oh,' he cuts himself off as the thought/image/memory of Foggy's clothes comes to him. 'You know what Nelson, I think I am.'

'Excellent.' It won't know what's hit it.