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fill, not every saint is a fool, 1/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-17 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)in which matt murdock is self-destructive, but he accidentally starts a fight with the wrong person, and that acts as camouflage.)
"Open the door and don't worry," Matt yelled, one night, way late, and Foggy jerked out of an exhausted, headachey doze on the couch and straight into the 2am panics. This had never happened before: Matt didn't come to his place, and Daredevil certainly never came to Foggy Nelson's apartment in the dead of night. Someone was clearly either dead or dying. Which was why he dialed 9-1-1, surreptitiously, and laid the phone down, right behind the door, so the 911 operator could hear whatever was about to happen while she traced the call. Hopefully the cops would arrive before anything really terrible went down.
He opened the door, bat in his hand, ready to attack the second he figured out who was holding Matt hostage. Sure enough, there was Daredevil, looking like he was about to throw up and leaning heavily on a - a big guy. "I lost my phone," Matt said, small and tired: fuck, this was going to be bad, why would Matt have brought anyone to Foggy's place, they must have Karen, any other kind of leverage to get Matt to cooperate. Please god, Foggy thought: not kids, please not kids, he couldn't handle that, and he wished he had a mask because he was pretty sure the face he was making would show all the terror really clearly. They'd sent a really big guy to threaten Daredevil, or whatever was happening here: a Eurotrash looking man in skintight faded jeans and a shirt that was also too small and a ball cap, somebody who couldn't have looked fishier, someone who screamed "dump the money in the trashcan on the corner at 1am," to "escort" Daredevil to Foggy's place, fucking great, not like a baseball bat was going to do anything to this guy. Matt sounded dull and sleepy when he cocked his head and groaned "you called the cops?"
Eurotrash lifted his head and son of a bitch Steven Grant Rogers stared at Foggy, exactly like a golden retriever who may have eaten half a couch cushion but who also knows what you do at night when nobody else is around. Or something. It was both guilty and judgmental. More to the point, pretty much exactly like a golden retriever that had...retrieved...Daredevil...straight to Foggy's door.
Captain America had escorted Daredevil to his apartment, and Captain America had a faded black eye and blood under both nostrils, like -
"Oh my god," Foggy said, "shit, yeah I called 911, I thought -"
"of course," Matt mumbled, in dull horror. "Get outta the way and tell Maria it was a mistake, she needs someone to answer the phone, I have to throw up."
"What? Do you - whoah, careful," Captain! America! said.
And shepherded Matt into Foggy's apartment. He could never wash that wall again. If he was the kind of guy to wash the walls in the first place, which: no, still no, no matter how many times Matt complained that they smelled "anty".
"Sorry," Foggy told the 911 operator, "sorry, my friend came over drunk, he was banging on the door, I thought it was gonna be a home invasion, I - "
and got the lecture about police resources and wasting a public official's time and the fines and misdemeanors that he could be charged with if it happened again, all while Matt threw up in the half-bath off the living room and Captain! America! drove home how small that hallway was, just by hovering in a really uncomfortable looking sort of slouch.
Nothing in his entire life had prepared him for how to handle this. The universe was particularly cruel, sometimes: here was Captain America in his apartment, and Foggy didn't even know if he was allowed to introduce himself, or whether he should be surreptitiously shoving the phone bill into the garbage disposal. "You...okay? In there?" he settled on, finally. Did he have anything laying out with his name on it? It was a safe bet that the US Army would have a not-inconsiderate interest in Steven Rogers in general, but did they have anybody following him?
Matt made a low groaning noise, and then a much louder vomiting noise. Captain America winced, and then brought himself to...guilty attention? Was that attention? Parade rest? Foggy didn't know, nobody he knew was in the military, damnit, there was no way he could subtly ask for an autograph, here.
"I'm very sorry to trouble you," Captain America said. He'd removed his hat indoors. It was unreal. "He wanted to go home, but he said he lived alone and I didn't think he should - ." He flushed, guiltily. "It was a misunderstanding. I shouldn't have hit him like that."
"You...hit..."
The blood on Captain America - Steven Rogers' - face, and the black eye, took on a new, exhaustingly predictable connotation. He was out of uniform. Those were...plain clothes, Foggy guessed, and the chances that it was a disguise were not good. There was a...a slim chance, he guessed, that Daredevil and Captain America had teamed up to fight crime together, but this was Matt, so. No. Probably not. "Buddy," Foggy said, and Captain America looked surprised. Foggy waved him off, not you, and continued: "Not that I'm judging you in any way whatsoever but did you really start a fight with Captain America on his night off?"
Matt made a lot of spitting noises before he hauled himself up Foggy's sink and groped clumsily for the mouthwash. "It was a misunderstanding," he said. The process - which basically involved Matt swishing mouthwash, then water, then mouthwash, then water, then mouthwash - started.
"I am so sorry," Foggy said. "About my friend." He thought for a minute. "I have a bag of peas, for your eye." And the second thought hit, and he tried really hard not to wince. "Please tell me this isn't technically treason."
Captain America shook his head; he looked sober, and tired, and a little amused, finally, but that might've been because it was very hard to take Daredevil seriously when he was spitting mouthwash all over Foggy's relatively clean mirror.
"Quit complaining, it was on sale at Costco," Foggy said, and then, guiltily, "I mean! I am taking this very seriously, don't let this be treason."
"Thanks but no thanks on the peas, it'll be fine," Captain America said. "It was my fault; these men were shouting things at a couple of ladies on the street, and I...stepped in." Foggy could honestly say he'd never in his life expected to see Captain America looking a) sheepish, or b) guilty, but holy god in heaven, thank whoever looked out for Daredevils and men, because that was happening, in his apartment, in the middle of the night. "It had gotten a little out of hand by the time...Daredevil found us. I'm always telling, uh, my friend that I wish people wouldn't recognize me," he said. "I guess I shoulda realized what that would mean."
Captain America was humble. Of course he was. Humble and kind and willing to accept the blame for whatever Matt had done so that nobody had to go to Guantanamo Bay for treason and/or destruction of government property.
Oh god, there was no way that they were keeping Matt's identity a secret anymore: yeah, it just so happened that Daredevil didn't recognize Captain America in plain clothes? And took shelter in Foggy Nelson's house? And Foggy Nelson's partner just happened to be dashingly attractive blind lawyer Matt Murdock?
Matt was going to be pissed. They could deal with that in the morning. Right now, he still had Captain America in his...house.
"Do you want," Foggy started. "Coffee? Or - beer - or - scuse me, I need to check him out, did you punch him in the face?"
"Nah," Matt said, and he grinned, once, bright and delighted even though Foggy knew first hand how much Princess Murdock hated throwing up. "Tossed me over his shoulder and I missed a flip, landed wrong, it's -" he went slow, brick red, and said "sorry, again, I didn't. Recognize you."
"Landed wrong on your back or on your neck, hey - hey!" Foggy snapped his fingers; it felt kind of shitty, but it wasn't like he could say matt, not with Captain America here.
"I landed fine," Matt said.
"Yeah," Captain America said. "I'm glad he has someone...looking out for him, but I should." He shrugged. "I should go. Sorry, again, about the - " he mimed a punch. There really wasn't enough room in Foggy's whole fucking apartment for him; the Captain was huge.
"Yeah," Foggy said. "uh. Nice to. Nice to meet you."
***
"Captain America shook my hand," Foggy said: he wasn't trying for dreamy, or squeaky, but he'd managed to hit both and he didn't even care. Captain. America.
"You have to wash that hand eventually," Matt told him. "Or I'll lock you out of the office." He'd progressed to scooping handfuls of tap water over his face and hair - he'd pulled the cowl back the minute Foggy had locked the front door - and wincing elaborately. It looked like there was dirt embedded in the road rash on the left side of his face. Claire had been threateningly specific about irrigating wounds, and when dirt should remain in cuts (never).
"You punched Captain America," Foggy said.
"I didn't know who it was," Matt said, crankily. "I thought it was some big guy starting a bar fight."
"How long you figure before we get sent to Guantanamo? - you know they're gonna know who you are."
"Probably," Matt said. "Do you still have the...mint tea I gave you last month?"
"Yeah, it's gross, I'm never gonna - oh, I get it, all right, don't collapse on me, I'll make you some."
"Get better mouthwash!" Matt yelled
**
It started off cute, like that: see, Foggy hadn't ever fought street crime by himself late at night, so he didn't really know the warning signs. (In retrospect, "what is Daredevil doing breaking up bar fights?" might've been a good question to ask, but fuck, Captain America. And then the worry that some secret government organization was going to disappear Matt, or Foggy, or both of them, or both of them plus Karen. Foggy felt like he had good reason to get distracted.)
It sounded horrible to say that he didn't have time for Matt, particularly, but he was so busy trying to handle the idea of Daredevil that he'd lost time for Matt, outside the office. Marci knew a guy whose played golf with a guy whose daughter was interning for SI Legal. Really great and all, but it meant that Foggy had to spend some time taking people to dinner and making it clear that he had nothing but intellectual curiosity about a twenty-one year old's job. Coming off like a creeper would've been useless, but talking to Jaime Henderson about the strategies that SI were using to keep the government from throwing Tony Stark in jail forever was...well, that was planning for the inevitable future, Foggy figured. It was an investment. Even though mostly what he learned was that the way (surprise!) Stark's legal team kept Iron Man out of jail was by throwing millions of dollars at whatever problems popped up, it was still nice to spend some time addressing the problem instead of awkwardly dancing around the issue. Matt got twitchy about it: Foggy had once said "it's gonna be criminal charges, man, you get that, right?" and Matt had literally been unable to sit still at his desk that day.
Plus he'd started an email correspondence with Claire (who did not want to spend time with him, or see him at her apartment, or meet him anywhere unless he was paying her) because he'd wanted to know about first aid, and then he'd asked about the first aid courses, and she'd told him that if it looked like Matt needed a hospital, he probably did need a hospital. He'd talked her around, slowly - and by that he meant he'd paid her - and she'd finally thrown up her metaphorical hands and told him to check out wilderness response classes.
("Everything else is going to take time," she'd said. "this isn't stuff you can pick up on your weekends and expect to be useful at immediately, but - but the wilderness stuff assumes that trained medical help is several hours away, that's probably best for you.")
Karen was the one who noticed the Matt problem first. That was a little embarrassing; if Foggy hadn't liked Karen as much as he did, it would've been very embarrassing.
"Matt's still really beat up, most days," Karen said, and leaned over to raise her eyebrows and half-whisper, "are we...going after somebody else?"
"No! I mean, not that I - Fisk is in jail, y'know?" Foggy said; was Matt really beat up? It was awful to realize how quickly he'd adjusted to a best friend who...always had bruises or cuts currently healing somewhere.
"Well, yeah," Karen said. She frowned, and pushed her hair back over her shoulders. "I just. Once you guys told me, I got it - thanks, by the way, for a while I was really thinking about domestic violence pamphlets in braille - but I figured. Once Fisk was really in jail, it would get better, y'know?"
"Huh," Foggy said. It was a good point: who the fuck was Matt tangling with, nowadays, what would leave him so battered on such a regular basis?
Re: fill, not every saint is a fool, 1/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-18 01:46 am (UTC)(link)(also that was probably the most hilarious (and yet worrying) matt-meets-steve scene i have read yet, so congrats on that!)
Re: fill, not every saint is a fool, 1/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-18 08:37 am (UTC)(link)Re: fill, not every saint is a fool, 1/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-18 10:47 am (UTC)(link)Foggy hovering somewhere between freaked out and starstruck when confronted with Actual Golden Retriever Steve Rogers <3
Karen knowing <3
Matt being a snarky little shit <3
Thank you so much for this, nonny!
- OP
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(Anonymous) 2015-07-19 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)Re: fill, not every saint is a fool, 1/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-19 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)More to the point, pretty much exactly like a golden retriever that had...retrieved...Daredevil...straight to Foggy's door.
- *giggles*
"Not that I'm judging you in any way whatsoever but did you really start a fight with Captain America on his night off?"
- *snorts*
"Please tell me this isn't technically treason."
- *DIES*
Foggy could honestly say he'd never in his life expected to see Captain America looking a) sheepish, or b) guilty, but holy god in heaven, thank whoever looked out for Daredevils and men, because that was happening, in his apartment, in the middle of the night.
- Ahahahahaha yes, let everyone - EVERYONE - fanboy over Cap. <3
but the wilderness stuff assumes that trained medical help is several hours away, that's probably best for you.
- Oh, wow, really good point!
(Also, major kudos on the Poe lyrics!)
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