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that is such a marci thing to do -- both writing the books and then admitting it and agreeing to give up a share of the profits -- and so incredibly awkward for matt and foggy on all kinds of levels.

This is glorious.

OP here- awesome fill!

"Current posture: utter defeat" omg foggy you poor bb

haha that was funny and sweet, poor boys. took them way too long to sort themselves out at the end too!

(and like, obviously massive violation of privacy but i'd read the shit out of those books)

ty for writing and sharing!

Oh gods, this is amazing! I love it! Now I'd love to read all of Marci's books. :D

Another day, another dollar gone, thought Shirley Benson as she climbed the stairs to her apartment. The old adage just didn’t work anymore, not when there was always too much month left at the end of the money. At least her line dancing class was paid up until the end of the semester. That was one thing she could look forward to. It was practically the only thing she could look forward to anymore, after her trying days as an administrator at Metro General Hospital.

A smell of chocolate chip cookes hit her in the face as she opened the door to the apartment, and Shirley sighed. Her niece was at it again. Ever since some eighth-grade idiot at her school had formed a little Devil Fan Club, trying to score sightings and even pictures of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen in an attempt to be edgy and cool, Davina had been desperate to get in, hoping to find friends or at least some grudging acceptance for once. Shirley thought she might have confused the Devil with Santa Claus, however, as her method of “luring” him was to sit up on the roof with a plate of homemade cookies and a glass of milk, hoping the masked vigilante would stop by for a snack and a selfie, maybe even a chat. Davina spent way too much time up there hoping to meet him, and not enough time or attention doing her homework.

But just in case a miracle had happened, and Davina had finally come to her senses, Shirley checked the girl’s bedroom. Nope, empty. Bathroom, empty. The kitchen, too, was empty except for a few stray cookies on the cooling rack, no doubt rejected because they were a bit too brown on one side. Shirley took one, and then another. Davina might struggle with reading, but she never seemed to have any problems with baking. If only she could use that talent later in life. If only she didn’t get arrested for aiding and abetting a criminal, even if it was only with cookies and milk. Stuffing a third cookie into her mouth, Shirley went out into the hallway again and went up the stairs to the roof. It was already dark, because of the time of year, and the wind was picking up as though yet another storm were coming.

“Davina!” she called as soon as she’d opened the door. In the light from the streets below, she could see that Davina was in her usual corner, sitting at the little card table she’d set up to hold the plate of cookies, and peering through Shirley’s father’s old binoculars at the rooftops around them.

“Hi, Aunt Shirley,” Davina called back, lifting one hand. She reminded Shirley so much of her kid sister at that age that it almost hurt. If only she’d inherited more from her and less from that rat-bastard sperm donor that was marked as her father on official documents.

Shirley walked over so she didn’t have to shout against the wind. “Did you do your homework yet?”

“Some of it.” Davina squirmed.

“Then it’s time to come down and do the rest,” Shirley said firmly. She’d already tried appealing to Davina’s reason by pointing out the Devil’s criminal activities, but it had backfired, making Davina even more determined to ‘catch’ him. Now she had to try another strategy. “It’s still early. That Devil probably won’t be out for another two hours.”

Hopefully, he wouldn’t be out at all. Maybe the police had finally caught him, and all this watching and waiting would finally end.

Or maybe the Devil Fan Club would be writing letters to him in prison and hoping for replies.

“This girl at school said she saw him the other day at around this time,” Davina protested, putting the binoculars down on the table next to the big glass of milk. “She didn’t get a picture though. He was gone too fast.”

“Are you sure she wasn’t making it up to sound important?” Shirley asked, and Davina goggled at her.

“Why would she lie?”

Davina always told the truth. Sometimes brutally. It was part of the reason she didn’t really fit in anywhere, and Shirley wondered if she ever would. She certainly didn’t think that a selfie with the Devil would help the other girls welcome Davina into their clique, no matter what.

“Like I said, to sound important,” Shirley explained. “Sometimes people say what they wish had happened, not what really happened. Because they want to be the center of attention.”

“But you shouldn’t lie,” Davina said. “No matter what.”

“People do lots of things they shouldn’t,” Shirley said. “Such as sitting up on the roof, catching pneumonia and bladder infections when they could be downstairs in a warm room, doing their homework.”

She didn’t mention shooting at policemen and blowing up buildings.

“I did some of it,” Davina protested. “I did the math. And it’s not that cold up here. I got a blanket.”

Shirley looked down, and saw that Davina’s lower half was indeed encased in the old picnic blanket. “That’s good, but you still need to come down and do the rest of your homework. I’m sure you’ve got some reading. And it’s Thursday night. Do you want to come to line dancing with me?”

“I hate dancing,” Davina announced, although a few weeks ago, she’d agreed to come with Shirley and had even had fun despite her lack of rhythm. Now she frowned. “You know what we’re doing in gym now? Twice a week for the whole month? Square dancing! With boys!”

“I always loved square dancing,” Shirley said. “Why don’t you come down and show me what you’ve learned?”

Davina shook her head. “I haven’t learned anything. I always trip over my own feet. And none of the boys want me for a partner. I hate it. I wish I’d get hit by a car.”

“Davina!” Shirley exclaimed. Even if she was only an administrator at the hospital and not a nurse or a doctor, she’d seen too much of what cars could do to pedestrians to ever wish it on anybody, not even her worst enemy. Not even … well, maybe the rat bastard. But only on a bad day. “Why on earth do you say that?”

“’Cause then I’d break my leg,” Davina explained as though it were obvious. “This girl in my class, she was doing some gymnastics or something and broke her ankle. She’s on crutches now, so she doesn’t have to dance. I could sit next to her on the bench.”

“Oh, Davina.” Shirley sighed again. She understood not wanting to be humiliated in front of others, even if she knew Davina was going about trying to avoid it in completely the wrong way. “Let’s not worry about that now. Let’s get downstairs and do your homework. If you get it done before I have to leave, you can come up here again while I’m gone.”

She hated using the vigilante as a bribe, but she had to get the girl to do her homework somehow.

Davina stood up and unwrapped the blanket from around her waist. For thirteen years old, Shirley thought, she was unfortunately well developed. Pity her mind wasn’t keeping pace with her body; she was still so mentally immature.

Raising her voice, Davina proved her immaturity by calling out suddenly, “Hey, Devil of Hell’s Kitchen! I have to go inside now! But I’m leaving the cookies and milk here! Come get a cookie, Devil! Chocolate chip!”

“Chocolate chip!” came an answering echo from the next building over, and suddenly, there were three, no, four teenaged boys vaulting across onto Shirley’s roof.

“Hey, free cookies!” They ran straight to the table, each grabbing a cookie or even two, laughing as Davina tried to swat their hands away.

“No! They’re not for you!” she protested. “No! Go away!”

“Put those cookies down and get out of here,” Shirley commanded in her best administrator voice, but the teenagers ignored her, and kept grabbing until the plate was empty. One boy grabbed the binoculars and put them to his eyes, crying out in a mock high voice, “Devil, oh, Devil, chocolate chip, Devil!”

Davina grabbed the binoculars by their strap, hitting herself in the leg with them as she yanked them away. “Stop that!”

Another boy had taken the glass of milk and had just finished drinking it when Davina saw him. She lashed out, frustrated and angry, but only succeeded in hitting the empty glass out of his hands. It crashed to the roof and shattered. With all the fun gone, the boys ran away laughing, jumping back over to the next building and disappearing inside.

Davina burst into tears. Shirley ignored the broken glass, which they could always clean up to-morrow, and pulled her niece into a hug, letting her sob against her shoulder.

“Why can’t they just leave me alone?” Davina cried. “I hate boys!”

“Come on,” Shirley said in her best soothing voice. “Let’s go inside.”

Still crying, Davina let herself be led to the door that led to the stairs, and Shirley was just about to pull it open when she heard the crunch of glass breaking underfoot. She glanced over to the corner they’d just left, and froze, startled. A man was there, a man dressed all in black with a mask covering his head and the top half of his face. The vigilante himself! The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen! Did he have a gun? It didn’t look like he did, but of course Shirley couldn’t see the back of his waistband, where people often stuffed their weapons. She’d actually heard of a buttock graze at the hospital from a teenaged idiot who’d done exactly that, only to have it go off by accident.

“Devil!” Davina squealed, her tears forgotten. She pulled loose from Shirley and for one terrrible moment, Shirley thought the girl was going to run over and hug the criminal. Instead, Davina simply stood there and beamed for a moment. The man stood there, too.

Shirley remembered she’d left her purse downstairs in the apartment. Quietly and calmly, she asked, “Davina, can I borrow your phone?”

“Don’t call the police,” the Devil said, lifting up both hands to show they were empty. “It’s okay. I heard crying; I just wanted to make sure everything was all right.”

“Those stupid boys!” Davina exclaimed. “I had cookies up here for you, and they stole them all, and they drank the milk, too!”

“You had cookies … for me?” the vigilante asked, sounding utterly baffled.

“Yeah! Chocolate chip! I’ve still got some downstairs. Wanna come in?”

“No – no, that’s fine. I don’t need cookies, but, uh, thanks anyway. Um, if you’re okay, then I’ll be going now.” He smiled a quick “I’m harmless” smile, not at all how Shirley had imagined him.

“You just came here to make sure she was all right?” Shirley asked suspiciously.

“Yeah – I heard someone crying and people running away,” he explained. “I thought it might be a mugging or, um, worse.”

He obviously didn’t want to say the word ‘rape’ in front of a child. Shirley was impressed in spite of herself.

“Stupid bullies!” Davina said. “I hate bullies. And I hate boys. Except maybe for you.”

The Devil leaned his head slightly to one side as his mouth twitched in amusement. “Thank you. And I hate bullies, too.”

Shirley realized she’d always thought of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen as a kind of bully himself, and was surprised to see how personable he actually was. Or was she being drawn in by his charm and blinded to his bad side?

“Who would dare bully you?” Davina asked. “You’re – you’re like a superhero! Or a supervillain?”

In her eagerness to gain popularity, she’d obviously never considered how to classify him except as the ‘new cool thing.’

“I’m definitely not a villain.” Turning his attention to Shirley, the vigilante added, “Whatever you’ve read about me in the papers isn’t true. I’ve never killed anybody, and those explosions were not my fault. I was trying to stop them – I wasn’t fast enough. I’m not a superhero, either, I’m just … doing my best to help my city.”

To Davina, he added, “And I got bullied a lot when I was a kid, too. I hated it.”

Davina gaped at him. “Why did they bully you? Do you have learning difficulties, too?”

“Yeah,” the Devil admitted. “You could call it that, in a manner of speaking. I, um, had to learn different ways of doing things that everybody else could do.”

“Aunt Shirley! The Devil has learning difficulties, just like me!” Davina grinned widely and all but shouted in excited delight at discovering that an adult, especially one like this vigilante, could have problems, too, and even admit to them.

“Well, maybe not just like you,” the Devil went on with another quick smile. “But I kept trying to learn. I found what worked for me, and I studied hard.”

“Did you always do your homework?” Davina asked, and the man’s mouth twitched.

“Almost always,” he admitted. Then, slyly, he asked, “Do you always do yours?”

“Um,” Davina answered. “No.”

“Do you have homework to do to-night?”

Davina made a face before answering, “Yes.”

“Then you’d better go do it. And I’ve got to get back to …” the vigilante made a gesture indicating the city behind him. “My homework.”

Davina grinned at the description. “Can we take a selfie before you go?”

“No pictures, sorry. If that got into the wrong hands, the bad guys would come here looking for me. And they wouldn’t ask nicely.” The Devil’s face turned serious and his voice became deeper, more ominous. “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

“I wouldn’t show it to anybody!” Davina protested, but the vigilante shook his head. “What if somebody stole it and passed it around?”

“Like who?” Davina asked.

She was still so innocent, Shirley thought, and although she hated to remind her niece, she had to. “Like anybody at school. Like those boys just now with the cookies.”

“Yes, exactly like them,” the devil agreed.

“Oh, yeah,” Davina realized, then raced forward suddenly and threw her arms around the man. Shirley gasped and said, “Davina! You shouldn’t hug strangers!”

Shirley was pleased to see that the vigilante didn’t hug her back, just hesitated, then patted her shoulder with one hand. Another point in his favour.

“He’s not a stranger!” Davina protested. “He’s the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. And he came to visit me!”

“No, your aunt is right,” the Devil said, extricating himself. “You should be careful of strangers, especially if she’s not there to protect you. You have no idea how dangerous some people can be. Now go on, do your homework, study hard, and stay safe.”

“Okay, I will.” But Davina had barely spoken before the man turned and leaped over the side of the building. Gasping again, Shirley ran over to see, wondering if she’d have to call an ambulance for the paramedics to scrape him off the pavement below. But there was no corpse, just a black shadow parkouring from a dumpster down to the street and racing away.

Next to her, Davina said, “Cool!”

“Cool,” Shirley repeated. “Now, let’s get down and do your homework, okay?”

Still buzzing in excitement from meeting the vigilante and eager to please, Davina raced for the door to the stairs, and Shirley followed more slowly. The vigilante was so completely different from what she’d expected that she’d already revised her opinion of him as a criminal. In fact, if the greatest trick this Devil ever pulled was getting Davina to do her homework two nights in a row, Shirley would be ready to call him a superhero.

This is beautiful and amazing and I'm totally getting an autistic vibe from Davina.

Author here, and thank you! I never expected words like "beautiful" and "amazing" for this little snippet. For Davina, I was thinking more of Asperger's Syndrome, not full autism, but the distinctions are so blurry that it probably doesn't matter. Thanks so much for commenting.

*goes away beaming happily*

I agree with foggy, anatoly is precious. I enjoyed this :)

You made this so interesting. A smushed a whole lot into a mini fill.

What happens if I say no?"

Was it a trick? "Then I wouldn't kiss you." *rolls around on the ground* so perfect, anon.

Oh good! Glad it lived up to your hopes for the prompt! Thanks for prompting btw, this was so much fun to write XD

It's here:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/991877

It's an MCU fic by one of my all-time favourite authors, Del Rion. If you like it, I would highly recommend checking out the rest of the author's stuff. It's all very different but it's fantastic!

now first thank you for introducing this show, it sounds great!

I just want you to know that I still check back here a lot, even if it's just to have a little reread of what you've already written. I'm really hoping you haven't abandoned this fic, but if you have thank you for what you've posted so far because it's great

He pulled Peter against his chest, and rasped into his ear, "I like the talkative ones. They're the most fun to shut up." HOT DB

what happened? what happened?? <3<3

yea ditto as above, this is actually one of the tabs i keep open just so that i can check back and re-read it because im not really into D/s but these scenes dO THINGS TO ME and actually inspired me to try writing some of my own because it's just so casual and weirdly natural. I've tried reading D/s before but it always seems weirdly stilted? These scenes don't feel that way at all though! So this will be a fav even if you don't write more but fill!anon pls

I ADORED THIS. It was such an interesting twist on Foggy's character but so close to canon!Foggy; I really admire your skill. And I love how there were Gay Feelings (™) that Matt was aware of and totally cool with.

Also, Matt going, "YOU'RE RIDICULOUS I'M JUST A REGULAR BLIND GUY HERE," over and over nearly made me laugh out loud in the middle of the office. You just summed up the entire series in one moment. Thank you for that little twist of genius.

Omgosh this is adorable and funny and just yes thank you so much for this <333

Please please please! Would love to read this.

holy shit this is so good

(authoranon) I'm glad you like it, op! Your prompt+that anon's comment about matt starting his vigilante-ing too early made this possible. (but actually)
No, he definitely can't stop going back for another coffee. He tries, poor baby, but he can't keep away ;)

like i said, i don't know if i'll continue. HOWEVER because i live in hope, it's up on AO3 and I'm pretty sure that means you can sign up for a notification if I do continue it?? obvi i'm not gonna be hurt if you don't, but i thought it would be nicer than having to check back here occasionally

link on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4773614

Janet didn't really know why she had to train in New York in order to help form the West Coast Avengers, but whatever. It was an excuse to train under some of the best heroes in the world - no way was she missing that!
Although she definitely could do without the Jersey jokes. Like, everyone was in on it, seriously.
It was getting old.
"Oh come on!" she finally snapped one day as they were getting patched up in the tower after a fight. "It's literally right next to New York! And you guys are the ones with all of the villain problems anyway! Name one," she challenged, "one thing New York has that Jersey doesn't!"
Tony opened his mouth, but Daredevil cocked his head and spoke first, "Well, there's the alligators."
The room went silent.
"Guess you guys don't have those, yeah," Clint added, looking thoughtful. "One point for Jersey I guess."
"Make getaways a lot safer," Natasha pointed out.
"Could actually catch some villains too," Steve added, "instead of just, you know, pieces."
Janet looked around in confusion as the gathered heroes shuddered. What the hell? They couldn't mean - "Alligators in the sewers?" she asked, voice heavy with derision. "That old wives tale? Come on," she whined, "yes I'm The Wasp, but I'm not actually as stupid as a bug, okay?"
"I didn't believe it either kid, trust me," Sam, who was from D.C. and sensible, interjected. "But what I saw..." He shivered.
What. The. Fuck.
"Haha," she replied, "very funny." And the matter was dropped.
Until Spiderman dropped in for some help analysing something, costume torn nearly to shreds. Those gashes looked like they were from claws -
or teeth, Janet thought with a shudder.
"Sewers?" Bruce asked, antiseptic ready to go.
"Oh yeah," Spiderman answered, "Curt and the boys must be having a bad hunting season - nearly ate me this time."
"Curt?" Janet had to ask.
"Big one with the brown patch over his left eye," the young hero replied. "Looked like a Curt, so I named him."
She just had to ask, didn't she?
"You need to stop doing that," Tony chastised. "One day you won't be so lucky and you'll be just another number in the alligator victim statistic."
It was time for training, so Janet didn't catch the rest of the argument. But later that night she looked up those statistics, and they made her blood run cold.
"Not real, Janet," she whispered to herself, "not real."
Only over the next month the heroes and vigilantes she teamed up with avoided sewers like the plague instead of the viable escape routes they were, and she'd even gotten one of those famous Captain America Lectures when she tried to hide from a doombot in the sewers during one battle.
What the hell. Seriously.
..... Could it be true?
It all came to a head three weeks later, when they had to run through the sewers to track down a bad guy. He was from out of state, which is the only reason he'd tried the sewers she guessed, since the other native villains avoided the sewers more than the avengers did.
It certainly looked dark and dank and deep enough to hide an alligator.... or several.
Something moved.
..... we're those, green scales?
Janet flew up and out, soon as she could. In the cold open air she grabbed Sam's shoulders and nearly cried, "Oh my god, you were RIGHT! There really are alligators in your sewers - oh god I wanna go home, I wanna go home right now!"
"Whoa whoa," Sam tried to calm her. "What happened?"
"I saw it!" Janet yelled. "It was huge and scaley and ugly -"
"Woah bra, harsh."
Janet screamed and jumped, which for whatever reason set Clint, Daredevil, and Spiderman collapsing on each other, laughing hard enough to nearly fall over. She ignored the idiots and turned around to see -
Wait.
.... What?
"You - you're -"
"Turtles," the one in purple supplied.
Janet felt faint.
"We were just gonna tell ya Raph cornered your guy," the purple one continued, turning to Steve. "He and Leo are dropping him off at the station now."
"Thanks Donatelo," Steve replied. "Sorry about Wasp - she's new and actually believes there are alligators in the sewers."
"Rumours lady!" The Orange one protested. "Seriously, why do people buy into that crap?" He continued as he and the other giant turtle hopped back into the sewers.
"I don't know Mikey," could be heard as they got farther away.
Janet rounded on her so-called "teammates". "Oh, thanks a lot guys - hilarious."
Considering the sight of two vigilantes and one ex-spy had now fallen into a pile on the street laughing and several other avengers not far behind, they obviously thought it was.
Sheesh, and she'd thought Daredevil was supposed to be the serious one.
New Yorkers.

omg i just about peed myself laughing!!

Bahahaha poor Wasp

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