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"You can say i told you so," Matt said. He tried to smile; it looked like fucking shit.

"Is that a joke?" Foggy asked. "Super not funny if it is, Matt, I am -" he groaned. "Why am I not happy about you breaking it off with those two? I should be doing the dance."

"I can waltz, but my tango is shitty," Matt said. Gave another weak, terrible smile.

Karen said "if you're not eating those eggs, Matt, I will."

"It's not a big deal," he said. "I mean. We have work, and - and it's not a big deal but no one should be alone for a little bit." He sighed. "You were right, it was stupid, can we chalk this up to - to me fucking the wrong people again?"

"You made a bet and it didn't pan out," Karen said, firmly. "That's not the same as - you're not dumb, Matt, god help us if we all have to get judged by the worst people we ever fucked, right?"

Matt shook his head, and smiled, tightly, but seemed content to drop it for the moment. In retrospect, that was the Warning Sign that Foggy should've known better than to miss, but hey: he had been working really hard on staying nonjudgemental and avoiding the dreaded I Told You So, Don't Date The Mob, Murdock.

**

Two nights later, of course, Daredevil went out on a savage fucking spree: the local twitter feed blew the fuck up while Foggy and Karen were still in the office, and when it became very obvious that Daredevil was a) on a sick one, as one intrepid citizen reporter put it, and b) not holding back very well.

this guy's bone is poking out of his arm, someone tweeted.

not a good night for petty crime, guys! someone else tweeted, and #stayhomecriminals started trending, locally.

"Oh god," Karen said.

"I know," Foggy said. "Look, c'mon, I copied his key, let's go wait for him to get back, I guess."

***

"Foggy," Karen said, because she'd been the one to answer the door. Oh no, Foggy thought: he'd been busy trying to force Matt into taking a painkiller, and Matt had been giving Foggy the "I'm a little concussed and definitely feverish, because that's when I get ornery and aggressive" go-around.

"Oh no," Matt said, in the bedroom, and he looked small and miserable, suddenly. "Fuck."

"Right," Foggy said, because he was pretty fucking sure who was at the door, damnit, "I told you so, there, dating the mob was your worst idea this year, stay here, we'll handle it."

**

"I will call the police if you can't leave like civilized people," Foggy told Wilson Fisk's lapels, because jesus god he was huge, damnit.

"No," Karen said; she was smiling, and her lips were terribly thin. Foggy could see the whites of her eyes. "I'm going to start screaming as loud as I can in a minute, because some people can't take a hint."

"Oh for god's sake," the woman - Vanessa? Mrs. Fisk? - said, ho ho, that was rich, her trying to act like she had a leg to stand on or the right to be exasperated.

"Matt's not home right now," Foggy said, and then, because hey, they were probably all going to get murdered anyways, might as well go out with a bang, "and you got - I think the technical term is dumped, so maybe take a hint and kick rocks."

"aaaahhhh," Karen said, very quietly.

"I know," Foggy said, out of the corner of his mouth, to her. Yeah, probably their bodies were never going to be found, but fuck anyone who messed with Matt, was Foggy's unofficial motto.

"I wanted to ensure his...well being," Wilson Fisk said, from approximately ten feet in the air, damnit, why couldn't Matt just date an NBA player or a serial killer or something normal like that, fuck's sake, Foggy thought, desperately.

"I have no idea what you're talking about and he's fine, goodbye," Foggy said, and slammed the door hard, and locked it.

Karen stared at him, in the entryway; they were both breathing too fast, panicking more than a little, and it was - okay, sure, it was technically Matt's fault, but Foggy felt just as guilty about it. He'd been Matt's emergency call for the last few months, and he hadn't ever felt like having the big fight that would get Matt to either leave the creepy mobsters or stop using Foggy as backup, so it was...it was sort of his fault, that it'd gone this far.

"What a dickhead," Karen whispered, very quietly, not that it mattered with Matt awake in his apartment, the guy could hear a mouse fart. Foggy nodded, and then he and Karen were giggling, helplessly, and she slid down the wall til she was sitting on Matt's terrifyingly clean floor. "We're gonna get whacked," she said, still giggling helplessly; Foggy'd wound up shoulder-to-shoulder with her, their ankles touching, while he held her hand and giggled. What a fuck up, yeah?

"You're not going to get whacked," Matt said.

"You! are not supposed to be out of bed, mister," Karen said.

"I'll talk to them," Matt said; he looked hunted, and helpless, and particularly ridiculous with his freshly broken nose and the cotton swabs Foggy had jammed up in there because it hadn't wanted to stop bleeding. "I should. I'm sorry to involve you," and great, there was the guilt, that was absolutely unacceptable. Matt should never feel bad about those two.

"You will not," Foggy said, firmly: "you broke up with them, they can handle it like grownups or they can handle it like criminals, but we're gonna hang out with you for a little bit. Nobody's getting hurt, you don't owe them jack, buddy."

"Yeah," Matt said. His eyes looked suspiciously wet.

ow, my heart. this hurts in the best way. <3

(p.s., foggy's internal monologue while facing fisk is a thing of beauty.)

This was unexpectedly hilarious. Foggy and Karen were great.

OP - omg send help, i can't stop laughiiiiing~ XD

"No," Karen said; she was smiling, and her lips were terribly thin. Foggy could see the whites of her eyes. "I'm going to start screaming as loud as I can in a minute, because some people can't take a hint."

"aaaahhhh," Karen said, very quietly.

AHAHAHAHA! You need to write all the Karen Page fic, because her voice is spot on. <3

Foggy's voice was also hilarious (I Told You So, Don't Date The Mob, Murdock. hahaha)

omg and Poor Matt! Baby..... ;_;

Yeah, he's definitely not going to be able to keep it together when they finally manage to talk to him. Poor lamb.

This is fucking wonderful!

Prompt Post #4

Re: Fisk/Matt/Vanessa - Mistaken betrayal 4

Re: Fisk/Matt/Vanessa - Mistaken betrayal 4

Re: Fisk/Matt/Vanessa - Mistaken betrayal 4

Re: Fisk/Matt/Vanessa - Mistaken betrayal 4

Re: Fisk/Matt/Vanessa - Mistaken betrayal 4