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According to being human uk canon vamps cant live off donated blood. Its go clean or go bad. There was a couple of psychic characters though so that could work. I just reckon mcnairs training the kid up for a war and psychologically manipulating him but getting attatched despite himself before leaving, resulting in a couple of maladjusted young soldiers with conflicting feelings about male authority figures was a closer match than tully's mess up and then mess up some more story arc

Chapter two is up!!

Im still holding out for eldritch abomination inside a human shell/host body, but some people reckin its just a person with superpowers

Isnt that basically the plot to nelson vs murdock

So, I stole ideas from everybody here and I even stole stuff from the comics (vol 3 #33 specifically). I meant to write something nice and I think it came out angsty and creepy so, sorry? I hope you enjoy anyways :D

Foggy gets the call he’s been dreading.

“Is this Mr. Franklin Nelson?” A woman asks as soon as Foggy answers his phone.

“Speaking,” Foggy replies, heartbeat starting to ramp up.

“There’s been an issue with your partner,” the mysterious woman says without much emotion besides urgency.

“An issue?” Foggy asks faintly, scenarios running through his mind of what Matt has gotten himself into now, each one worse than the last.

“Someone is on their way to you right now,” the woman continues, all business. “Please wait outside your building.”

Foggy pulls the phone from his face to double check that yup, she hung up on him.

It’s a bit of a whirlwind from that point on. Foggy gets picked up by a black car and tinted windows. He tries to talk to whoever is sitting in the front but they won’t lower the divider and Foggy hopes he isn’t being kidnapped by somebody nefarious because let’s face it, he’s being kidnapped by somebody despite his willingness to go.

They arrive at the Avengers Tower and that answers a lot, actually. He shuffles into the lobby by himself and is a bit startled the whole floor is crisp white and glass and not a single other person occupies it. Elevator doors open at the other end and Foggy enters. There are no buttons, no display to tell him how high in the air he’s going. The ride eventually stops on a floor just as white as the lobby but with a more chemical smell.

“Mr. Nelson, I presume?” the woman who called him earlier asks, her voice very distinct.

Foggy takes a tentative step out of the elevator and nods. The woman has fiery red hair and a very intense face.

“Please, follow me,” she says instead of introducing herself like Foggy hoped she would. She leads him down the hall, past empty glass rooms, until they reach a room bustling with people in scrubs and superhero costumes alike.

“What?” Foggy asks as he catches a look at Matt on the hospital bed, wires connected to various parts of his body, an oxygen mask tightly strapped to his face. Foggy feels his blood leave his face and he kind of wants to collapse to the floor at the sight.

“Mr. Nelson,” says a man with curly hair and a doctor’s coat. “I’m glad you’re here, we need-“

“What happened?” Foggy demands and ignores the irritation on the doctor’s face.

“You partner, he was-“

“Matt,” Foggy interrupts again. “His name is Matt.”

“Right,” the doctor tries once more. “Your partner – Matt – he was severely injured while helping us on a mission and we’re doing the best we can for him but…”

Foggy stares, pretty sure his eyes are bulging, as the doctor trails off.

“But what?” He asks, a bit hysterical. “Is Matt going to be okay?”

A hand falls on Foggy’s shoulder, startling him, and it’s the red-headed woman with a softer expression on her face.

“There was some sort of alien. We had called in Dr. Strange to help out. Your friend was passing by and jumped in. Dr. Strange miscalculated an attack and it hit Daredevil in the head.”

“Are you Dr. Strange?” Foggy screeches, turning to the curly haired man who backs away, arms up in surrender.

“That’s Dr. Banner,” the woman supplies.

“Okay, so,” Foggy turns back to her. “Where is Dr. Strange? Get him to fix whatever the hell he did to Matt.”

The look she gives Foggy does not give him any hope for a happy ending.

“The alien managed to incapacitate Dr. Strange and we’ve been unable to wake him.”

“Basically, we’ve managed to determine that your friend is stuck within his own mind and everything we’ve tried so far has not worked.”

“So this is,” Foggy swallows and wipes his sweaty palms on his shirt. “You brought me here to say my goodbyes or-?”

“Oh, God no,” Dr. Banner shakes his head. “We have an idea but we needed someone very close to Daredevil to attempt it.”

“We need you to go into his mind and bring him back,” the woman says and Foggy almost passes out.

Actually, scratch that, he does pass out.

~

“Okay, sorry, you want me to do what?” Foggy asks once he regains consciousness on an empty bed in the room next to Matt’s.

“We need someone Matt trusts to bring him back. In order to bring him back, we need to send someone into his mind.”

Foggy stares at Dr. Banner and Natasha, who was finally properly introduced to him.

“Is that even possible?” Foggy saw this in a sci-fi movie once. And on Star Trek, he’s pretty sure. Or maybe it was Stargate. Either way, it’s science fiction not science truth.

“Yes,” Dr. Banner says calmly like he’s had this conversation, or a similar conversation, many times. “We need to send you in right away, though, if we have any hope of this working.

Foggy freezes. He doesn’t think Matt would really like anyone poking around in his brain – he was an onion with secret layer after secret layer. But a little more sweet. Maybe more of a trifle or layer cake than an onion. Matt would probably like to live, though, no matter what.

Sighing, Foggy nods.

“Hook me up, doc.”

~

Foggy opens his eyes to a hallway. It’s dingy and not well-lit and Foggy frowns. It’s more gray scale than anything and a light halfway down is flickering too fast. He doesn’t really understand how anything works here – he’s in Matt’s brain for freak’s sake – but his eyes water as he stares at the light until he can’t stare any more.

Instead, he turns his attention to the doors lining the hall. They’re all a muddy brown with a brass handle. They’re all shut tight and Foggy sighs. Of course Matt would have his brain all closed up into neat spaces.

Foggy makes his way to the first door on his left. He tentatively touches the handle, expecting to get burned or shocked or something for daring to trespass into someone’s personal thoughts. But nothing happens. It’s just a regular door knob.

With baited breath, Foggy turns the handle, swings the door inwards, and is startled by the salty and humid air assaulting Foggy’s senses. He just opened a door to a beach.
He stumbles through the doorway and into sand which fills up all the spaces between his toes and burns his soles. Foggy stares down – he’s barefooted when he he definitely had shoes on only moments before. The mind works in mysterious ways, he assumes.

Continuing on his path, further into the beach world, Foggy glances back to see just a doorframe with a wide open door in the middle of nowhere. Sand goes for miles. Foggy turns back to where he was heading – towards water and jagged rocks. He stops as he sees two figures standing at the edge of the water, waves lapping lazily at their feet.

“You know I’m not really Foggy Nelson?” one of the figures asks, a much older gentleman than the other.

“I don’t know what Foggy Nelson looks like,” the smaller figure, a child, says.

Foggy, the real one, creeps forward to get a better look. The child is wearing a suit, holding a cane, with circular red glasses on – it’s Matt but Matt at nine years old in current Matt’s attire.

“Evidently, you remind me of the grocer my Dad bought from,” the child – Matt – continues saying as the older gentlemen walks straight into ocean, for it must be an ocean as the water stretches out to the horizon.

“I miss being a kid,” the gentleman offhandedly mentions as he takes more steps into the water until it’s reaching his chest.

“Foggy, where are you going? Foggy?” Matt cries, rocking on the spot. “Foggy, come back! I can’t move! I’m trying! But I can’t move!”

The real Foggy bites his lip to keep any sounds he may want to make in. It’s heart wrenching, watching this child version of his Matt screaming his name, crying for him to come back. The older gentleman glances back at child Matt for a brief second before his head disappears underneath the water.

“Foggy!” Matt screams. The real Foggy chokes back a sob and starts retracing his steps out of there. His last image is of child Matt, finally able to move, collapsing to the sand, sobs wracking his entire body.

Foggy slams the door behind him as he returns to the dingy hallway. He stands there, calming his breathing, willing his tears to dry up. Eventually, Foggy manages to compose himself and push himself away from the door and down the hall.

He doesn’t want to look in any more doors if anything similar to that is what’s hiding behind them.

“Do it for Matt,” Foggy whispers as he steels himself and pushes open another door.

A bedroom is revealed and Foggy sags a bit in relief when he sees nobody in there. A bed and a bedside table occupy the room. Curtains over the only window flitter in the breeze as sunshine pours in. On the bedside table sits a plain lamp and a bible. A cross hangs above the bed.

Foggy steps in, eyes searching for anything else that might point to where he is but there’s nothing. No personal effects that he can see. Foggy sits on the bed, runs his fingers over the scratchy bedspread and then reaches for the bible. Something pokes out of the pages.

Curious, Foggy pulls the something out to reveal a photo. Foggy has seen this photo before – only twice, both times in college, both times by accident. The photo he remembers was cracked and worn. This photo is pristine with a couple fingerprint smudges.

Matt, a child, beams up at Foggy from the picture. His face is free of sunglasses – this is pre-accident. Jack Murdock stands beside him, arm wrapped tightly around Matt’s shoulders, grin firmly set in place.

The photo is cropped too close for Foggy to know where the picture was taken. He never asked Matt. Foggy likes to think it was taken at a baseball game, or maybe the zoo – anywhere a father should take his son. He imagines Jack pulling a stranger aside, asking for them to take a picture of him with his son. It’s a beautiful moment captured.

Foggy carefully slides the photograph back into the bible and heads into the hallway. He needs to find Matt. He needs to bring Matt back.

The next couple doors Foggy tries lead him to pitch black or scorching fire. Foggy isn’t brave enough to enter those.

Three doors from the flickering light, Foggy finds a door cracked open. He peers in and sees a carnival. Pushing the door open a bit further, the sounds of screeching children and the smell of elephant ears reach him.

Foggy assumes this is where Matt has gone. It’s been the only door already opened.

He navigates through the crowd of people who part like the red sea for Foggy. It’s odd but very convenient and Foggy isn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Things continue to grow odder as Foggy takes notice of the rides around him. In particular, he notices one of the game booths.

“Is that?” Foggy asks, not really believing what he’s seeing.

“Step right up!” The carnie behind the divider calls to Foggy. “Try your hand! Win a Foggy!”

Foggy’s eyes grow even wider as the carnie starts brandishing stuffed toys that are Foggy, in various sizes.

“Knock over three milk bottles, win a large Foggy!” The carnie continues his spiel. “Everybody’s a winner! Everybody wins a Foggy!”

Foggy stumbles as he starts walking away as quickly as he can. He freezes when he comes across the rollercoaster, obviously the main attraction of the park, and there’s Foggy’s face at least a hundred-feet tall covered in lights. People are riding a coaster through his mouth.

A carnival will never look the same to him ever again.

Not a fill, but potentially relevant to your interests?
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After taking pictures with a group of tourists – Canadian, Foggy believes – Foggy circles through the park. It’s a fairly easy path to navigate, the whole place shaped into a horseshoe, and the last ride that’s available is called Hug-a-Fog with pink and red hearts flashing at the entrance.

Foggy stands and stares at the animatronic Foggys leaning in, hugging each other, then leaning back to stand up fully. He watches the loop a couple times before the arrival of carts at the entrance of the ride pull up. In one of them sits Matt.

“Foggy?” Matt asks and turns his head to face Foggy.

Foggy is extremely glad Matt cannot see his face (or at least he hopes to God that Matt can’t but they’re in his freaking brain so he probably can) because he’s pretty sure it’s contorted in horror as Matt’s face melts. Well, not melts, per say. It’s still intact; no bits are dripping onto the ground as Matt scrambles out of the ride and start towards Foggy.

Matt’s face is hard to look at – it’s blurry and switching from a young child’s face to that of something Foggy assumes is what Matt thinks he looks like now.

“Matt?” Foggy finally manages, dragging his eyes to Matt’s shoulder to avoid looking at the constantly changing features.

“Are you real?” Matt breathes as he finally gets within arm’s length of Foggy.

“Yes,” Foggy says, nodding and Matt is just staring. He’s wearing his sunglasses but Foggy feels like this is a real Matt Murdock stare not an unfocused one. “Can you see me?”

“Yes,” Matt echoes, a hand reaching out but only grasping onto air as he stops himself from actually touching Foggy’s face.

“We’re in your brain.”

“I know,” Matt replies, still a bit awestruck and staring uncomfortably at Foggy.

“Okay, buddy,” Foggy tries. “We need to go back, now.”

Matt’s stare snaps and he shakes his head.

“No.”

“No?”

Matt tears his eyes away from Foggy and stalks back towards the Hug-a-Fog ride.

“Hey now,” Foggy calls, making long strides to catch up to him. “What’s going on?”

“I can’t go back,” Matt says, very cryptically, and climbs back into the ride. Foggy has just enough time to scooch in beside him before the cart is jerking to a start and heading into a dark tunnel.

“You can’t stay in your brain forever.”

Matt doesn’t respond and Foggy isn’t sure if that’s because he doesn’t want to or because he’s attacked by images of Foggy from every single direction. They’re all animatronic and all creepily singing some song about hugs. Foggy doesn’t listen to the words – he doesn’t want it stuck in his head.

“Matt,” Foggy tries again but is shushed by Matt.

“I’m listening to the hug song.”

Foggy stares at Matt – melting faces be damned, it’s better than watching robot versions of himself dancing.

“This is really creepy, Matt,” Foggy whispers. Matt sighs and turns to Foggy’s face.

“I know. But-“ Matt worries at his bottom lip with his top teeth. “I don’t want to go back.”

“Why?” Foggy pleads.

“It hurts too much.”

Foggy gives Matt a smile and this time Matt doesn’t restrain his hand from touching Foggy’s face. His fingers poke lightly at Foggy’s lips and then Matt gives a huge grin of his own.

“Dr. Banner is fixing you up – there will be no more pain, I promise.”

Matt’s face falls and he pulls his hand away as if it were burned. His face turns back to the robot Foggy’s. There’s one with a banjo, even.

“There will always be pain, Foggy,” Matt says.

“What do you mean?” Foggy reaches for Matt’s hand and squeezes it gently.

“Everybody leaves, Foggy.” Matt turns back to Foggy, tears silently slipping out from under his glasses. “You’re going to leave.”

The scene from the beach, which seems so long ago now, rushes back to Foggy. He pulls Matt in for a soul crushing hug.

“I’m not going to leave, Matt,” Foggy whispers, one hand petting at the back of Matt’s head. “I promise.”

Matt openly sobs into Foggy’s shoulder.

Foggy’s hugs can save the world
from you young citizen to that girl
Foggy’s hugs can save the world
so why don’t you go for a whirl

Foggy laughs at the words to the song blaring from speakers and it’s the last thing he hears as the world starts to go dark.

~

“Mr. Nelson?” Dr. Banner asks, flicking a light into Foggy’s eyes. Foggy blinks, a bit irritated at the brightness of it. He didn’t realize how muted in colors Matt’s brain had been until that moment.

“I’m awake,” Foggy groans, trying to reach up to rub at his face but stops as the pinch of the IV in his arm restricts his movement. “How’s Matt?”

“Matt is awake and doing very well,” Dr. Banner says kindly. Foggy suspects he’s a nice man, over all, just loses his bedside manner in stressful situations.

“Good. Can I see him?”

Dr. Banner points to Foggy’s right. He turns his head to look through the glass wall at Matt who has his head turned to Foggy.

“Hey buddy,” Foggy whispers and a smile breaks across Matt’s face.

“Thanks, Foggy,” Matt replies before more people cram into the small rooms to run more tests on the both of them.

Marvel comics had a series titled What If?, which were basically one shots where a superhuman with knowledge of everything that will ever, has ever, could ever happen as well as of everything that could ever have happened goes and looks at a few alternative possibilities.

I'm looking for titles that tell a story, here.

A few actual examples from the comics run:

What if the world knew Daredevil was blind?
What if Matt Murdock had become a boxer like his father?
What if the Punisher had killed Daredevil?
What if Daredevil killed the Kingpin?
What if Kingpin owned Daredevil?

He goes in work the next day, and Karen double takes as he crosses the threshold.

“Fog, you ok?”

Foggy hangs up his jacket, and collapses into his office chair. He sighs, and runs a hand through his hair.

“Fog? Foggy?”

Karen’s at his side, shaking him roughly. “You’ve just been ignoring me for the last 5 minutes. What’s up?”

Foggy turns to her and squints. “I’m a bad person.”

“You may have to give me more than that, Fog. Did you take the last bagel again?” Karen’s trying to distract him. Foggy knows that it won’t work, but he can lie and let her think that it has. He chuckles, and Karen seems appeased for now.

Most of the morning is uneventful. They’re running through countless pieces of evidence for their latest case, trying to bring it all together and polish up the edges. Because it’s easier to shout across the room when they find something, they’re all working in the same place, and while the guilt and shame is still playing on Foggy’s mind, this he can cope with.

Karen gets up from her chair at 12:30 and stretches. She smiles easily at both of them, grabs her coat and bag, and heads off out for her lunch hour. It’s 15 minutes afterwards when Foggy realises she’s got the right idea. He stands up, walks over to Matt to ask if he fancied anything for lunch, then heads towards the office door.

He tries to turn the handle only to find it won’t budge. He wipes his hand on his jacket sleeve, and tries again. It still doesn’t move. He barges his shoulder into it the third time and nothing happens. All he manages to achieve is a dull pain in his elbow which makes him swear, and Matt glances up.

“Problem?” Matt asks.

Foggy’s about to answer when his phone vibrates in his pocket. He pulls it out and feels his blood run cold.

“You’re both staying locked in there until you tell him, Fog.”

Foggy’s hand tightens on his phone. Matt’s standing up now, concerned. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he’s guessing Matt’s reacting to that.

“Foggy, what’s happened?”

Foggy turns back to the door and fumbles with his phone. “Erm…ah. The door is locked. Karen…Karen locked the door.”

Matt’s at his side now and he’s far too close. “Why would Karen do that?”

Foggy lies before he’s even thought about who is lying to. “I don’t know. Why would I know?”

Matt stops trying to open the door and turns to face Foggy.
“You’re lying. You know I can tell.”

“Matt…”

“Because I don’t understand why you’d lie to me about this. It makes so little sense. You’ve been off with me for a while now, and I’m worried, Fog. I first thought it was me, the Daredevilling, and then you told me it was a lack of sleep, and Karen tried to convince me that I’d not upset you, and I don’t know what to think anymore.”

Several moments pass. No one speaks.

“Just tell me, Foggy. Why did Karen do this?”

Foggy slides down the wall next to the door, and curls up in a ball. This is not happening. Even now, Matt’s the perfect human being and using his senses to notice the hell that Foggy’s going through. He feels Matt’s body sit down next to him, and his hand on his shoulder.

“Foggy.” Matt whispers, concern in his voice. “Why did Karen lock us in here?”

Foggy mumbles into his knees. “Because you’re all I’ve dreamt of for months now.” It’s only when he feels Matt tense up next to him in shock that he remembers that Matt could hear that.

Foggy jumps to his feet, and immediately tries to come up with some angle that gets him out of whatever hole he’s just fallen into. “You worry me, Matt. Karen knows I’ve been worrying about you, with the night time trips out, and…” he looks at Matt’s face, and Foggy knows the look that Matt’s sending him back. “…you don’t believe a word I just said, do you?” .

“Your heart rate’s increased by about 15%. You stuttered your way through the first sentence, and your stomach is growling slightly, almost like it’s whimpering. Your palms are sweating. You’re lying to me.”

“You know, I think I preferred it when you just played along with my lies. Okay, so I’ve not been dreaming about you…” Perhaps, if Matt thinks it’s all a lie, he can get through this.

Matt’s close now, and backing Foggy into a corner. “No,” and his voice is lower, steelier, dangerous. Despite himself, Foggy feels his body begin to respond. “You weren’t lying about that.” Foggy feels his body hit the wall behind him, feels the accusation in Matt’s voice. Matt, he realises, is not going to let this go – he’s heard that edge to it when Matt’s been cross-examining a particularly difficult witness. “Why were you dreaming about me, Fog?”

Fog closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath, and tries to speak. “IthinkthatI’m…oh fuck it.” Foggy tugs on Matt’s tie, and presses his lips against Matt’s.

Foggy thinks he’s made a terrible mistake when he pulls away. His heart is hammering in his chest, and he wants to run away, but his body won’t move. A second later and he’s very glad that he isn’t running. Matt lets out huff, then moans quietly, and it’s the best noise Foggy has ever heard in his life. Foggy would sell his soul to hear Matt make that noise because of him again. It’s the last conscious thought that runs through Foggy’s brain before Matt’s grabbing him by the shirt and kissing him harder. Hands are tangling in hair, fingers are tracing faces, indecent sounds are escaping from their snogging, and time seems to be unimportant now.

Eventually, Matt pulls away, and Foggy whines in annoyance. “I was enjoying that.”

“I can tell. Your heartbeat, Foggy…” Matt leans in for another kiss, and Foggy grins up at him. It’s absolute torture, then, when Matt is so close to him, but pushing him back into the wall. “What were you dreaming about, Fog?”

Foggy wriggles in Matt’s grip, trying to get the couple of inches closer so that their lips can touch. “Matty, please…”

“Franklin. The dreams?”

“You. Always you.”

Foggy’s rewarded with a nip at his earlobe, and he shudders involuntarily. “What about me, Foggy?” The words feel warm again his neck as they are breathed against his skin. Foggy screws up his hands, closes his eyes, and grits his teeth.

“The things I want to do to you. With you.” He yelps when Matt nips and sucks at his pulse hammering in his neck in response. “Matty…that’s going to mark.”

He feels Matt’s evil grin against his skin. “I intend it to. What kind of things? Us watching a film together, going out for Chinese food…?” The mocking tone in his voice trails off, and Foggy whimpers. “Tell me. I really want to know.”

“Matty…so close.” He’s buzzing with anticipation, and Matt’s running his thumb along the sensitive spot on Foggy’s neck.

“Tell me.”

“Sex stuff, ok? God, Matt. Just utter, utter filth and…” He can feel the arousal coiling in the bottom of his stomach, and Matt just seems as calm as ever, like he’s caught his prey and now he’s going to carry on teasing him. Evil git.

Matt chuckles into his neck, bites down, and Foggy shouts in pleasure. His hand is reaching for Foggy’s fly, pulling it down slowly, and Foggy can’t look away when Matt sinks to his knees in front of him, and pulls him out of his briefs. Matt smirks as he licks the tip before swallowing him and Foggy’s brain just stops working. His hands go to Matt’s shoulders automatically, and he’s gripping them tight when he finally comes in Matt’s mouth.

Once Foggy has finally got his wits together, he notices that Matt’s still smirking. “Utter filth like that?”

Foggy can’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, buddy, just like that. Matt, are we…I mean, if you want to.”

Matt’s grinning at him again. “Let’s just say I was waiting for you to wise up. I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me since forever. Your heartbeat might have given you away, and recently it’s been really really obvious…”

Matt trails off just as Karen opens the door to the office. She takes one look at both of them and breaks out into a massive smile. Foggy immediately glances down to his crotch, and thank fuck he had time to do himself back up. He glances over at Matt, who looks beautifully debauched – lips red and plump and hair stuck up all over. No wonder Karen is grinning.

“So, you two are going to let me have the rest of today off, and let me come in an hour late tomorrow, ok?”

Matt just grabs Foggy by the arm (and one day Foggy is going to have a word with Matt about hiding the super senses in the office properly). He faces Foggy and says “Sure, Karen. I think Mr. Nelson and myself have some unfinished business to attend to.” Foggy’s eyes widen, and he can see Karen dancing a happy dance behind them.

She picks up her coat, thumbs up at Foggy, and then creeps out of the now-unlocked door. “Condoms and lube in top drawer, boys, be safe! And nice hickey, Foggy, really brings out the colour of your eyes.”

The Marvel what-ifs were seriously one if my favorite things!

Also known as "How Brett Figured Out Daredevil's Identity"

Matt was the model. Brett's best sketch is of Matt lying down all sexfully with his arm over his eyes. There's so much loving detail drawn in the pants-shrinkingly beautiful lines of the mouth that it's instantly recognizable as 'The man in the mask'. He finds it in the attic (where he stored his portfolio of naked drawings of his frenemy's blind best friend because of course he's gonna keep them, but uh weird) and suspicious boners ensue.

Alternatively, he got some great profile drawings of Matt and recognizes dat ass

Harry Dresden moves into the office down the hall. Mattis confused by the things he overhears. Foggy is confused by the people he keeps running into in the hallway. Harry is confused by new yorks entirely non magical vigilante problem. Karen knows everything and is praying no one else figures it out.

I would like a story where Matt gets a minor injury (like a papercut or a splinter, some thing like that) and is insufferable complaining about it, and he can't understand why Foggy is not more sympathetic.

"But Foggy it hurts..."

"Matt, you have a black eye and I know that Claire put six stitches in your side last night,"

"But this really stings!"

"I swear to god Murdock do not pout at me over a damn paper cut!"

What if Matt was panicking /while/ having sex with Foggy?
He wanted to 'get back to normal' faster, so he took some pills to calm himself down. They subdued him too much, and he couldn't alert Foggy when he wanted to stop. Afterwards he was too ashamed to admit what he'd done.

Extra heartbreak on both parts with Matt admitting that he lied about being able to consent, and Foggy realizing that he's been hurting Matt and not even realizing it

So there are a lot of propmts where Matt + other character are put in danger and Mat cant/doesnt do anything to stop it without reavealing his identity/powers.

Bullshit.

Matt demonstates repeatly on the for such a smart guy, he really fucking sucks a planning ahead. He wouldnt get past thinking "Shit trouble!" before ninjaing out and until the dust and clear and the other person is asking "WTF? How?!" Thathe fealizes maybe he should have come up with a Plan B.

Can be AU or not, I dont care.

Legionnaires' disease from fighting in the water tank on top of that hotel!"

My sides are in space
Of course he does

MATT KICKING ASS IN LD AND FOGGY KICKING ASS IN CONGRESS

BOTH OF THEM KICKING ASS IN EXTEMP

MATT AND FOGGY TRYING POLICY TOGETHER BUT THEY GET SICK OF DEBATING NUCLEAR WAR SO THEY TRY PUBLIC FORUM INSTEAD

OTHER POLICY TEAMS BEING SHOCKED AT HOW WELL MATT CAN SPREAD

GIVE ME ALL THE DEBATE TEAM HEADCANONS

OP here (I don't have an ao3 account, so I'll just comment here): Wow, I just read both chapters and I'm loving this story. This is some A+ Matt angst. I want to hug him so bad.

I feel bad for Foggy since he has no idea what he did and I'm sure he'll feel terrible once he realizes, but I love that Karen knew exactly what to do. I can totally see her having a backstory like this, and it melted my heart to see her opening up to Matt about it to help him.

And you went with Karen/Claire! One of my favorite rarepairings. I love Matt/Foggy too, so, I'm really happy with where this fic is going. Thanks so much, dear author.

OP

This is sooooo hot, and I'm so happy you went with narrator!foggy because guh it adds a whole other layer of hotness (and um obviously makes waaaaay more sense than Matt being able to see himself...) I can't believe someone actually filled this, and you did such an amazing job! Love it!

...I had a... particular image at 'how well Matt can spread'

...and now you are all thinking about it.

(What did you expect, this a kink meme)

...completely unintended inspiration from the debate prompt.

I mean, Matt must be really flexible. Give me the most graphic, porniest Matt Murdock spreading his legs and smiling.

Ha ha, I thought that same thing reading that.

He (or she, no-one really knew) was called simply ‘M’.

M was a godsend to the criminal in a tight spot. No-one knew how to contact M, they contacted you. Usually an email or text, very occasionally a letter. M would often advice for a small fee. A 2% cut of a year’s profit, something like that. M’s advice was always worth it and only a fool ignored it.

M however had a few rules. You did not involve children in your operations; you did not sell drugs to children. You did not use excessive force. No violence for violence’s sake. M had once txt a mob boss that “if the only way you can destroy someone is physically then you are too weak to bother with”. Two weeks after that his wife had left him and taken the children, and there were rumours everywhere that maybe he was just a shade too chatty with the police. But the main rule. The one no-one ever broke, at least not twice, was that you never mess with the Daredevil. If he comes for you, just run. Because anyone who had accepted M’s help then made any kind of move against the Daredevil just… disappeared.

**

“You’re back early. Quiet night?” asked Foggy as Matt came in, pushing the mask off his face.

“Yeah,” said Matt sighing with frustration. “The bad guys just disappear as soon as I show up.”

Foggy snorted. “Try to sound sadder about not having to get into fights all the time, Matty. Maybe your reputation precedes you? That was the idea, right? To make them scared of ‘the devil’ so they’d behave?”

“I guess,” said Matt almost sadly. “It just feels like it’s not really me they’re scared of.”

“Maybe there’s some new criminal mastermind looking out for you,” joked Foggy with a grin.

Matt grinned back. “Maybe, hey as I’m back early wanna get Chinese food or something?”

“Why not?” countered Foggy as the text alert on his phone sounded. “Hang on, just gonna text back then I’m all yours.”

Matt frowned. “Who are you texting all the time these days?” he asked.

Foggy grin got wider. “Ah I am the new criminal mastermind of Hell’s kitchen, reminding all my minions to leave you alone so I can have a long overdue evening with my best friend and some sub-standard Chinese food.”

Matt laughed and threw a pillow at Foggy’s head. “I’m going to get changed, asshole.”

Matt left the room and Foggy turned his attention back to the txt he was sending.

”She has a sister who works for the bank. The sister will have the information you need to complete the heist without endangering anyone; also it will be much less likely to draw attention of law enforcement or the Daredevil. The sister has gambling debts. That’s your leverage – M”

Honestly, the things he did for Matt Murdock.

Thank you so much.

He tries, he really does. Foggy seems to forget about the Incident fairly quickly (that’s what Matt has taken to calling it in his head, the Incident, capital letter and all, and he’s perfectly well-aware of exactly how ridiculous that makes him); his lingering awkwardness dissipates quickly, and within a week he’s back to slinging his arm around Matt and burying his face in his neck when he laughs, and how the hell did Matt not find this distracting before?

He knows Foggy loves him. But Foggy loves Karen, too, and Josie, and Brett; he loved Elena Cardenas with her sweet quick voice and her hands that always smelled like cocoa butter; he loves his mother and his father and his sisters. He still loves Marci, even after everything. Foggy loves people easily, fearlessly, in a way that Matt can admire but not emulate. It’s inexplicable that he loves Matt, but it’s not unique.

Foggy wants him, too, but he also turned him down, and the thing is, Matt isn’t even sure if he’s bothered by that because of his ego--he’s not exactly the playboy Foggy likes to make him out to be, but it’s not often that he’s flat-out rejected--or if it’s something else. Something like wanting to kiss Foggy again, to keep kissing him, to strip him out of the coarse broadcloth shirts he wears, to map the shape of his body, the dip and curve of his spine, and--

--and this is really not the kind of thing he needs to be thinking at work, even if Foggy isn’t in the same room as him. Matt can smell him, even from the other side of the office.

“Hey, do you have a minute?” Karen asks from the doorway, and he almost jumps out of his skin. “I’m sorry, did I--”

“It’s fine,” Matt says quickly, pressing his palms against the desk. “I was just thinking. What’s up?”

“I can come back later,” Karen says, and her heart is thudding in her chest and he can smell the ghost of whiskey on her breath, under the coffee and toothpaste. She isn’t drunk, but Karen has the same slightly unhealthy relationship with alcohol that Foggy does, and she probably had a shot before she left for work this morning, to steel herself for whatever it is she wants to tell him. It’s the sort of thing Matt always thinks he should scold about, but it’s not like he has a leg to stand on when it comes to self-destructive habits. “If you’re busy.”

“It’s fine, Karen,” he repeats, more gently this time. “Come in.”

She comes into the office and shuts the door behind her. It wouldn’t stop Matt from overhearing if he was in the other room, and honestly it probably wouldn’t stop Foggy, if he was paying attention; the walls aren’t exactly soundproof, but she apparently needs at least the illusion of privacy.

“What’s going on?” he asks again, when she doesn’t say anything.

“I--” she begins, then stops. Shakes her head. “Someone tried to follow me home last night.”

Matt feels himself go still at that, distraction evaporating. On the other side of the wall, he hears the rhythm of Foggy’s typing stop. “Tried?”

“I’m pretty sure I threw him off going through Chinatown, but--yeah.”

“Do you know why?” He’s fairly sure that Karen wouldn’t have come to him about some random creep; she’s pretty stubborn about handling that kind of thing on her own, even though Matt (and probably Foggy too, for that matter) would cheerfully beat to a pulp every asshole who cat-calls her on the street or gropes her on the subway.

“No,” she says immediately. Her heartbeat speeds up--a lie. She knows, or at least she has a pretty good idea. “But he wasn’t--you know how guys look when they want that kind of thing. Or, I guess you don’t,” she corrects quickly, and Matt’s not sure if she’s referring to his gender or his blindness or both. She’s right; he doesn’t know. But he can guess. “But he wasn’t like that. He was--professional.”

“Professional. How?”

“He stayed out of sight. He didn’t--he wasn’t trying to get me to notice him. I’ve had guys follow me on the street before, but they’re--they want attention, you know? This guy, he didn’t want me to notice him. And I’m pretty sure he was wearing a gun.”

“And you don’t want to go to the police,” Matt says. It’s not a question.

“I don’t trust the police. Not after what happened with Fisk.” A soft rustle of hair; she’s shaking her head. Her heart is still rabbit-quick. Not trusting the police might be part of it--a completely reasonable attitude, after everything that’s happened recently--but it isn’t everything. There’s something else complicating the issue, something she isn’t willing to tell him yet.

Matt is a lawyer, not a detective, but he knows a few things about getting information out of reluctant witnesses. Pushing her right now will get him nowhere.

“Okay,” he says, sliding his chair back and standing. “We’ll figure it out. You might want to let Foggy in on it, though.”

“Let me in on what?” Foggy calls from the other side of the door. “Because I have no idea what the two of you are talking about, obviously.”

Karen draws a sharp breath; Matt gives her his most disarming smile. “Thin walls.”

“You knew he was listening,” she accuses, but she doesn’t sound angry. Good.

“Just a guess,” Matt lies easily.

“Are you guys going to tell me what’s going on?” Foggy asks, opening the door. “I don’t have freaky bat hearing like Matt, here, but I’m pretty sure I heard you say that somebody tried to follow you home.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Karen says immediately.

“If he had a gun, it’s a big deal,” Matt says.

Foggy sucks in a breath. “Wait, wait, a gun? I definitely missed that part.”

“I didn’t see a gun,” Karen says. “I just...he looked like the kind of guy who might have one. He was wearing a shoulder holster.”

And how she knows what that looks like sounds like an interesting conversation, but one best saved for another day.

“Look,” Foggy is saying. “I know you’re Ms. Independent, which, by the way, totally admirable, but maybe you should let me or Matt walk you home tonight?”

“Matt’s blind,” Karen says, and her tone is...not dubious. Challenging, almost, which is interesting. Or possibly worrisome. “What’s he going to do?”

“You laugh, but he’s got a mean right hook,” Foggy says, and--right. He would know. Matt had somehow managed to forget that he took a swing at Foggy sometime during that first awful night after the fight with Nobu. He still doesn’t remember doing it, but that doesn’t mean that Foggy doesn’t. He does have a mean right hook; that part is perfectly true. Battlin’ Jack taught him how to throw a punch long before he fell into Stick’s clutches; before he lost his sight, even.

“My dad was a boxer,” he adds smoothly, out loud. “The offer is open, if you want it.”

Karen is silent long enough that he’s sure she’s going to refuse, but then-- “Yeah, okay,” she says. “Yeah. That would be nice.”

***

“I’m sorry,” he tells Foggy that afternoon, while Karen is downstairs at the deli.

“What for?”

“About the whole--” he balls his fist up, loosely, grimaces. “Hitting you. When you found me that night. I’m sorry.”

Foggy snorts. “Matt, this may shock you to hear, but I have actually been in a fistfight before. Which, okay, was in ninth grade, but still.”

“I still shouldn’t have--”

“You missed,” Foggy interrupts gently. His heart is steady. “Cracked a piece of molding, but you missed me. I said you had a mean right hook. I didn’t say you could aim particularly well.”

“I didn’t--?”

“You didn’t hit me. I’m surprised you didn’t break your knuckles.”

Matt breathes out a laugh, letting himself relax. “It’s all about technique.”

“Yeah? Maybe sometime you can teach me.”

Even a few months ago, he would have shot that idea down without a second thought. Now, though--he bites his lip, thinks about Claire telling him that he’s going to end up bloody and alone if he doesn’t start letting people in, and says, “Yeah. Maybe.”

***

The two of them end up walking Karen home together. She feeds them wine and some kind of complicated, delicious dish involving pasta and several different kinds of cheese, and Foggy says, “I could get used to bodyguard duty if this is the payment,” and it’s light and easy in a way things haven’t often been, lately.

Karen throws them out after dinner, saying she needs her beauty sleep, and on the front step, Foggy catches his elbow. His hand is warm through the layers of Matt’s shirt and jacket, and his voice is soft. “Hey. Be careful out there tonight, okay?”

“I will,” Matt says, and pulls his arm away before he can do something completely stupid. “I always am.”

Foggy snorts, but lets Matt go without argument.

Daredevil skulks the streets near Karen’s apartment for hours, but other than a couple of entirely unrelated muggings, he doesn’t encounter anything suspicious. That doesn’t, for some reason, actually make Matt feel any better.

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