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Yes, this. He can see how hard Matt is trying to be good, and he was surprised when the doctor just stuck his fingers down Matt's throat with no warning. Maybe he'd been told/warned that Doctor 'No-bedside-manner' was the only one available, but he hadn't understood what that meant. (He might not be willing to promise not to do this again, but he will promise to try a different pet doctor next time Matt screws up this badly.)

And yes for Foggy being gentle even as he refuses Matt. Matt wants to thank him like a 'real person' when Foggy give him the toy, but he hasn't been given permission to speak, so he just kisses Foggy's hand every chance he gets, because that's the most chaste way pets are supposed to thank their masters.

Yes, absolutely. Foggy usually lets Matt sit on chairs, unless he needs the comfort of kneeling and being petted. Kneeling with his head on Foggy's thigh, with Foggy stroking his hair is the most formal they've ever gone, and that's only if Foggy can't get away with putting Matt in his lap - having a gorgeous pet sitting on your lap, obviously happy to be there is a bit of a status display. And it's even worse for Matt, because there's other owners in the clinic waiting with their pets, and he can hear the other pets being touched and comforted (since most pets don't really like the slave clinics and they're usually in pain) but Foggy doesn't do more than order him into position.

Matt probably waits until he gets explicit permission to speak before he says anything after they leave the clinic. He doesn't know for certain that his punishment is over after all, and that's one more thing that Foggy has to reassure him about; he's a good boy, he's been punished and Foggy's forgiven him now. But Matt doesn't quite believe it until Foggy pulls him close when they're in bed.

And god yes, to Matt paying with Foggy's shirt, needing to touch it and smell it, maybe even taste it. He probably very hesitantly licks Foggy's skin when Foggy pulls him close - he doesn't normally need to taste Foggy, but he normally carries Foggy's scent on his skin a lot more heavily than this. (Might be one reason he tried to initiate sex, so he'd smell of Foggy's come, not his own.)

This doesn't exactly meet your prompt, but it goes in the same general direction, so maybe you'd enjoy reading this one: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4645224 (I'm not the author.)

There is also this one:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/4085908
The focus isn't on his healing powers but it has Matt being worked after Foggy exhausted himself.

Fake filling this down here as OP deserves a proper fill. Implied Addams Family and torture as a metaphor/analogue to sex beyond this point! With a side dish of suddenly feeling Things for your best friend.
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There is a man holding a knife to Foggy's hand. It's pretty clear what he means to do, really. Only - really?

"Really," Foggy asks, plaintively, looking up at the guy who isn't even paying attention to him; Daredevil gets that distinction, standing stock still with his hands fisted so tight that his gloves are creaking. Of course, this isn't about Foggy, is it? "That's the way you're starting this? Chopping off my pinky finger?"

The man takes exception to Foggy's tone, glancing down with a nasty little sneer and digging the blade into the skin of his finger. It's not even a serrated blade, Foggy notes with a tsk. Matt is snarling like the human face was actually meant to be shaped that way, and it's quite an impressive sight. Foggy's seen Matt angry before, but never quite this blatantly. Masks are freeing, he supposes.

"Oh, come on," Foggy groans, looking back at the place where his skin is parting under the edge of the knife. Some silvery and sweet is singing up from the nerves there, something that could be pain if he let it - could be pleasure, too. He's not letting it be either, because - "Look, no offense, but bad boys aren't really my type."

The villain flavor of the week - really, Matt goes through them fairly fast, but they also always get out of prison on a sort of regular rotation like there were cosmic forces invested in the process - snarls at him. It's significantly less impressive than Matt's snarls. Foggy generally likes snarls, too, but this particular one isn't doing anything for him. Flavor Of The Week grabs a handful of Foggy's hair and wrenches his head backwards and then presses down viciously on the knife.

"Hey!" Foggy protests indignantly, "no hair pulling before the first date! And don't lose my finger, man, I need that back before Monday." It's not quite cut off, because Flavor Of The Week is as bad at knowing to do it at the joint as he is at sharpening his stupid knife. This is the worst torture session that Foggy's ever had the misfortune to sit though.

Not that he has a lot of experience, exactly. Actually, he hasn't been tortured since his family brought in a tutor to sit him down and teach him what all the howl is for - so to speak. That had been at the hands of a master, too, so maybe he should lower his standards a bit.

"Let him go," Matt snarls, and he's taken several steps forward but that only makes Flavor Of The Week snap "hu-uh" like Matt's a dog or something and hold the knife to Foggy's throat.

Foggy's loud, bored sigh goes unacknowledged by both of them.

"One more step and I'll skin the fatso's face off," Flavor Of The Week threatens, "cut his cheeks right off, maybe he'd lose some weight."

"Whoa, hey," Foggy says, "is that really necessary? Look, I stopped at 'not my type' and didn't go into your frankly abhorrent personalty or yellow teeth or crooked nose, now did I? Granted, it gives your face a little personality, I mean, we can't all be underwear models and it'd be boring if we were -"

"Shut the fuck up," Flavor Of The Week says, and he curls the knife and his thumb around Foggy's ears like he's going to peel it off like an orange skin.

Foggy's slightly ashamed to admit that it catches his attention - but it does. In his defense, that's new. He's never had someone cut his ear off before and it could be fun. There's always the question if he'd rather experience it as pain or pleasure.

Not, he reminds himself sternly, at the hands of the Flavor Of The Week, though.

Still, the edge of the knife is digging in, and his skin is parting around it with that same silky-cold sensation. That's just rude, isn't it? Cutting virgin skin without even a 'how do you do'?

Matt quivers, and Matt shakes. Matt's red mouth is all white teeth. "If you don't stop, I will leave you only able to wish for death. You will regret that you ever set foot one in Hell's Kitchen, and that you ever heard even one whisper of my name," Matt says, only he doesn't so much say it as the words roll out of him like boiling pitch.

This is going to become very awkward for Foggy here in a moment. He's usually not attracted to Matt much, anymore anyway, but. Well. There's a knife to his skin and Matt's sounding like that. And. Look, it was just going to be awkward here in a moment.

"Shush," Foggy says at Matt because that's the only thing he might have control over. "Down, Devil. I am a-ok over here - you can tell that, right? It's fine -"

Apparently Flavor Of The Week does not agree to that, because that's the knife slicing into the cartilage of his ear and boy, that was going to be a bitch to heal. He's going to need stitches. Hopefully Hottie McBurnerphone isn't easily grossed out, but she's a nurse, right?

The feeling of tepid metal cutting through skin and cartilage isn't exactly pleasant, but he doesn't want it to be. It just feels odd, and there's that same slightly chilled sensation of nerves being stimulated, and a bit of a hot trickle where the blood starts to flow down his neck. Foggy's not very worried about that. Even if this guy does his worst, it's unlikely he'll lose enough that his heart stops. He's tempted to yawn, but provoking Flavor Of The Week while Matt's standing there shaking and gnashing his teeth seems like a bad idea.

Foggy wishes that Matt would just listen to his heart already and realize it's all fine. He doesn't particularly want to get stabbed, but it's an option and a single stab wound would be easier to heal than a bunch of chopped fingers and peeled skin.

"Pesky little lawyer," Flavor Of The Week says disdainfully. Foggy thinks he should be screaming or crying, but he prefers to keep those kinds of performances to the bedroom with partners that ask politely for them, so he kinds of grimaces and looks around the warehouse out of boredom. "Maybe I should cut you lying tongue out, next, hmm?"

"Oh," Foggy says, and he's probably being stupidly transparent at the moment, but - "Oh, no, please don't do that," he says, and is a bit disappointed with his own performance. He's usually a bit more convincing, but - "No, no, please no."

Flavor Of The Week either believes his pathetic performance, or more likely suspects that Foggy's mocking him, because he sneers a bit and grapples with Foggy's face to get at his tongue. Really? Foggy thinks. Really? He's wasted his Saturday night for this? He could be out getting drinks with Karen.

Foggy bites, of course. His teeth might be a bit sharper than they should be, because they cut through the metal of the knife and a bit of Flavor Of The Week so there is blood pouring over his tongue and then Matt is there and he's all over Flavor Of The Week, yanking him back and slamming him brutally to the floor.

Matt might be the slightest bit ticked off, Foggy thinks as he chews the knife into tiny little shreds and swallows them - and the blood - down. Boy, forget a straw - Flavor Of The Week probably won't be able to walk after this and that's not because Matt has broken his legs or anything.

Foggy's normally really, really against mundanes getting hurt, because people like him have to be so careful with them all the time - they break so easily. Even Matt would break easily, but he's made of sterner stuff so the logic follows that he needs to be kind and gentle, too.

But this guy cut virgin skin and pulled Foggy's hair before the first date, and really, who does that? Foggy's never even really met anyone he wants to set a knife to his skin and pull his hair and put on a show of crying and begging about it for -

Well, that's not entirely true, anymore, now is it, he thinks as Matt gets up and stalks over like he's going to pick a fist-fight with Foggy's wounds. He's seen a whole new, exciting side to Matt tonight. It's too bad Matt probably won't want any of the things Foggy's willing to do for him.

"Hey, buddy," he says easily, "it's fine, I'm okay."

"You're okay," Matt echoes in disbelief, and it sounds like he's been chewing glass, like it's got all embedded in his gums and on his tongue, like he can slit a man's throat with words alone. "I can smell your blood."

"Oh, yeah," Foggy agrees, watching Matt hover over him for a second before figuring out how he's been attached to the chair and tearing at the zip ties with angry fingers. "I'm a bit cut up, but I'm okay. Remember when I told you I'm not exactly normal?"

Matt has strength or rage enough to snap the zip ties with his fingers without even bruising Foggy's skin. He's frazzled, Foggy can tell, his rage and worry sputtering without direction. He's kneeling in front of the chair that Foggy's sitting on, and he fumbles up for Foggy's hand, which is bleeding everywhere from a cut that goes to the bone and has chipped it but nothing worse. The confused purse of his lips makes Foggy imagine the wrinkled brow that usually goes with it, even if his helmet is hiding most of his face. "In college?" He finally ventures uncertainly.

"Yeah," Foggy agrees, and is taken aback at the warmth pooling in his chest like he's taken a knife to the heart and it's spilling all over him and staining his shirt for everyone to see. It feels like blood and smoke and silk inside his ribs and over his skin, hot and sticky and metallic. It feels like adoration. Oh no, he thinks faintly. "Yeah, back in college. I tried to tell you about me, but you started freaking out and wouldn't listen."

"Oh," Matt says weakly. "Oh. I. I already knew so much, Foggy - like when you were lying, so -

"Uh huh," he agrees easily, guessing the rest: Matt hadn't wanted to know any more of Foggy's secrets when Matt wouldn't tell him his own. "Well," he says, "this is part of it. I can get hurt really badly but it doesn't actually hurt me. I mean, it can - I can let it, if I want to. But it's just nerves. Electrical impulses, you know?"

"Oh," Matt says again, a bit slowly. He seems to be emboldened by the words because his fingers curl over and touch gingerly at the edges of the deep wound on Foggy's finger. It's feather light, teasing along the edges, Matt's fingers against his wound and his blood sucking up under his nails and the whorls of his calloused skin, and there is lightening sparking from that point of contact straight up Foggy's arm and into the tangled mess of his chest and - oops.

"Yeah," he says, and clears his throat. "Still, it doesn't heal on its own, you know, so maybe we could make a visit to your cute nurse friend?"

Matt grasps at the offer to action and gets to his feet. He seems bent on treating Foggy like an invalid, pulling him up carefully from the chair and crowding him a bit as they shuffle off toward the exit. Foggy suspects Matt's just still in shock, really. He doesn't know how Matt's going to react after it's finally soaked in that his best friend is a little less destructible than the others.

And - just maybe - if he gets used to the idea, Foggy can find out what Matt's opinions on torture are.
-

There was a crash of wood and glass and then a sudden draft. Matt smelled metal and ozone as a swirling wind picked up debris from around the room.

“Wha -- why--” The woman sounded flabbergasted. “Dr. Doom?! What interest do you have with Murdock?”

“It is no concern of yours.” Doom swept in, his cloak snapping behind him. The woman dropped the hypodermic and there was the sound of multiple guns clearing leather as she and her thugs drew on the imposing presence. “Release him or suffer the wrath of Doom!”

“Piss off,” one of the hired help snarled. “You’re just another stupid freak in a costume--”

“No, you idiot!” the woman shouted. Too late. Doom bore down upon the hapless thug like a cloaked freight train. There was a series of complicated noises and then a crunch. The man folded up at Doom’s feet like a laundry rack. Doom kicked the limp body aside and turned to the remaining pair.

“You dare to abduct the only purveyor of Latverian-style cakes in the city?”

... oh.

Apparently Matt could count Dr. Doom among his approving clientele. He’d had no idea. Well, this explained the panicking intern from the U.N. who’d requested a batch of pirožna makoske semincjansa a few weeks back. That had been a fun few hours, Peter running down every reference he could Google and Matt calling up all of his specialty suppliers for ingredients.

... how was this his life?

He ducked instinctively as a bullet went whizzing overhead. There was a roar of anger and a crunching thud that heralded at least one bone breaking upon impact of a flimsy human body against an unforgiving wall. More gunshots. Crackling ozone. Body blows. Matt heard the woman crumple to the ground across the room, and the it fell relatively quiet save for Doom’s breaths echoing in his own metal mask.

Breaths. A heartbeat. Matt reeled as he realized this was not a Doombot but the actual Dr. Doom. Apparently Matt’s kidnapping warranted enough concern for Doom to attend to the matter personally. In a weird, psychotic kind of way, it was strangely flattering.

Latveria’s ruler swept around and strode towards him. “You are not injured, Mr. Murdock?”

“I’m fine, just a little tied up.” He tugged on his bonds in demonstration. With a twist of metal-clad fingers, Doom snapped the zip ties and Matt flexed his fingers, trying to work circulation and feeling back into them. “Thanks.” He turned his face toward the presence he could sense looming over him. “I, ah. I guess you’re a fan of my baking?”

“I had planned to visit your establishment to give you my personal thanks,” Doom informed him. “The pirožna you made -- I have never tasted such perfection.”

“I’m glad they turned out well,” Matt said honestly. “The first time is always a bit of a risk.”

“No!” Doom sounded astonished. “You swear you had never made them before then?”

“Ah, no, sir, I hadn't. But we Murdocks always did like a challenge.”

“I was reminded so strongly of home it nearly brought a tear to my eye.”

Frankly, Matt had a problem imagining anything bringing a tear to Dr. Doom’s eye, but it always paid to be polite to the supervillain as a supposedly-squishy civilian. Besides, he had diplomatic immunity. “Thank you, sir.”

“Come. I will escort you home.”

“Let me get this straight,” Peter said the next morning after they’d all reassured themselves that Matt was actually okay. “You got rescued by Dr. Doom?”

“He was actually very nice to me,” Matt said. He was rolling out dough for Mexican chocolate pinwheels and the other two were clustered around him. “Very gallant.”

“Gallant, huh?” Karen shook her head. “Your knight in full-body technological armor. Are you dating now?”

Matt sputtered. “Wha -- why is that the first thing you go to?”

“Most people don’t use words like ‘gallant’ to describe known supervillains,” Karen said, dry. “Hell, in that circle a rescue probably does count as a first date.”

“And he did walk you home,” Peter pointed out. “As a gentleman should.”

“Don’t you two have work to be doing?” Matt grumbled, sprinkling a mixture of chopped chocolate and spices over the rectangle of dough.

“We just trying to make sure our beloved boss isn’t psychologically scarred from his ordeal,” Peter said sweetly. “Including having gone on an almost-date with Dr. Doom.”

“We should vet him the next time he comes around,” Karen said. “As friends and good employees.”

“Remind me again why I hired you two ingrates?”

“We love you, too, boss.”

Matt’s morning didn’t stop there. Word had gotten around the superpowered set about last night’s events and when Steve Rogers stopped in for his usual cinnamon roll, his face was drawn into a grave expression.

“I’m sorry to disrupt your day, Mr. Murdock, but the Avengers would like to speak with you about what happened last night. We have some information that might shed some light on why you were abducted.”

Matt hesitated, then sighed. “Let me pack up a box.”

“I never expected someone would try to get at us through morning muffins,” Bruce Banner said.

They were sitting around a conference table somewhere in Avengers Tower, Rogers and Stark and Banner and their handler. And Matt. The room had good soundproofing; Matt could barely hear the street-level noise, footsteps padding by in the hall muted and dull. There was a bottle of water sitting on the table before him, and the box of goodies he’d brought had been passed around to murmured approval.

“It wasn’t the most probable scenario, no,” Phil Coulson allowed now. The unassuming man sat halfway down the table, between Banner and Rogers. Stark was at one end, Matt at the other.

“But one with a non-zero chance, as last evening’s events have so adequately proven.” Stark was tapping something onto a touchpad, attention and voice directed toward the device. “What is the world coming to when people don’t respect the sanctity of our baked goods?”

“When I was a kid,” Rogers started, to an audible eye-roll from Stark.

“Oh, here we go.”

“So are any of you going to tell me what’s going on?” Matt asked wearily before the pair could build up a head of steam. He’d already gone through what happened as best as he could recall and now he wanted answers. “Like who was the woman who had me kidnapped? What exactly would have been the results of what she wanted me to do?”

There was a hum of electronics; Matt suspected someone had just called up a display. “The woman who had you abducted is named Whitney Frost, codename Madame Masque,” Coulson said. “She’s involved in various illegal enterprises as a high-ranking member of the Maggia, an international crime syndicate recently looking to expand its operations here in New York. Her operatives have been spotted around Hell’s Kitchen in particular.”

Matt scowled. With the power vacuum left by Fisk’s imprisonment, the ranks of the underworld were still in disarray. The perfect opportunity for someone with enough ambition to root themselves deeply in the area. He forced his expression into something a hair less homicidal and said, “I assume you found something in the sample I gave you, Dr. Banner?”

“I did.” Banner removed his glasses and rubbed tiredly at his temple. From his tense bearing and changes in breathing, he did not like what he was about to say. “Simply put, your flour was adulterated with a pseudo-opiate. Akin to heroin, but modified to be more completely absorbed via ingestion -- only about fifteen percent is normally absorbed through the digestive tract. It’s the same as the stuff we recovered from the warehouse you were held in last night. In short,” he said unhappily, “someone wanted your baked goods to be literally addictive.”

Matt processed this in disbelief. “But only for a week,” he said. “After that week...” He trailed off with a grimace, imagining the fallout.

“Your clientele includes many of New York’s superheroes,” Coulson said, as if he needed reminding. “As well as a sizable portion of Hell’s Kitchen. Imagine the chaos where after a week of being clandestinely drugged, people were forced to go cold turkey.” A shift of movement said he’d nodded toward Banner. “From what Dr. Banner tells me, the withdrawal symptoms are highly acute.”

“Thirteen percent of the rats I tested the compound on died of cardiac arrest within the day,” Banner confirmed, demeanor grim. Matt went very still. “The others exhibited violent behavior, self-harm, ceaseless activity until they literally collapsed of exhaustion.” Matt’s hands fisted. People dropping dead all over Hell’s Kitchen, the rest suffering from addiction with no source of relief but--

“Most likely the local branch of the Maggia were planning to set themselves up as suppliers after artificially creating the demand,” Coulson said. “No depending on already-existing junkies for their client base. And it would have crippled the superheroes who partook of your wares, leaving a significantly lessened resistance to their activities.”

“Addictive sweets,” Stark mused. “There’s a certain sick irony to that.”

“Why didn’t they just dump the stuff in the water supply?” Rogers wondered out loud. “It’d be much less convoluted than sabotaging a bakery.”

“Control of range of exposure?” Banner suggested. “It’s possible the Maggia weren’t ready to handle distribution outside the limits of Hell’s Kitchen.”

“I’ve got people looking into it,” Coulson said. By which Matt suspected he meant Barton and Romanoff. “In the meantime, is there anything else you’d like to add, Mr. Murdock? Anything else you can remember?”

He swallowed his rage, leashed the Devil howling for blood at what these people had almost loosed upon his city, using him to do it. “No. You’d be better off asking Dr. von Doom.”

“Yeah, no, we tried that.” He could hear the scowl in Stark’s voice. “He refused to speak with us peons and screwed off back to Latveria this morning. Guess his diplomatic thing wrapped up in a hurry.” There was a considering pause. “He seemed concerned about your well-being, Murdock. Like creepily concerned. Do we need to have the shovel talk with him?”

“No, he just likes my baking.” Matt sighed. “I’ll have to hold off on sending him more pirožna as a thank you.”

“Piro-what? JARVIS?”

Matt jumped and nearly spilled his water as a British-accented voice spoke out of thin air. “A pastry of Eastern European origin, stuffed with a variety of fillings depending on the region. I understand Mr. Murdock baked a batch specific to Latveria for Dr. von Doom.”

With homemade poppy seed filling. “He really, really likes my baking,” he said, aiming an uneasy expression toward the source of the voice, mounted above in the ceiling. “A lot of you do.”

“And that opened up this particular avenue of attack,” Rogers said. “Someone noticed how popular Jack’s Breadline is with the superhero set.”

“Yeah, that’d be about everybody,” Matt said, dry as a stone. “Last month we made it on the Huffington Post’s list of top ten places to go for a superhero encounter in New York.”

Rogers perked up in curiosity. “Really? Where’d you rank?”

“Fourth,” Matt said. “After Avengers Tower, the Baxter Building, and the Daily Bugle.”

“Wow. I didn’t know so many of us go to your bakery.”

“You all come to my bakery,” Matt told him. “The Punisher comes to my bakery and Karen tells me he when he leaves he looks less like he wants to murder everyone.” Peter even swore up and down he saw him smile once.

There was a pause. “Okay, I am mildly impressed,” Stark said. “What does he get?”

“Coffee and a croissant, usually.”

“That’s it? We need your baking in R and D if that’s all it takes to calm down Frank Castle.”

That wasn’t worth answering. “So how do we stop this from happening again?” Matt asked, placing his hands flat on the table. “All it takes is one major contaminated food source and Hell’s Kitchen will fall apart. How was my flour contaminated in the first place?”

“Someone paid a mill worker a substantial amount of money to introduce the agent during packaging,” Coulson said. “It’s been taken care of, the equipment sanitized. Thankfully your particular specifications mean that no other buyers were affected.” He paused. “You told Dr. Banner you suspected your supplier was adulterating his product -- why?”

Matt grimaced, keenly aware that the others were very focused on this answer. “It felt off,” he said, rubbing his fingers together in demonstration. “I need to handle my ingredients to ascertain their quality and something about the texture was wrong.”

There was another pause. “I see,” Coulson finally said. “Whatever the reason, you were very fortunate that you rejected that batch, Mr. Murdock.”

“I know that, but it doesn’t answer my first question.”

“We’re handling it,” Coulson said smoothly. In their seats, Banner and Rogers and Stark all shifted, probably looking at each other. Yes, Matt growled internally, let’s keep the civilian in the dark.

He was about to say something pointed when there was a final decisive tap of fingers on the touchpad and Stark finally set the thing down with a satisfied noise. “Speaking of which, I just bought out your supplier,” he told Matt. “Plus the dairy that provides your butter and milk and the farm which sells you eggs. The sugar plant I’m still working on and JARVIS is identifying the rest of the merchants you deal with as we speak.”

What. “What,” Matt said, voice flat. “Why?”

“Because when a point of weakness in your security is brought to your attention, you take steps to secure it,” Stark said patiently. “I don’t think any of us here are willing to stop patronizing your bakery, Murdock, so I’m doing the next best thing and locking down your supply chain. Plus I’m assigning a detail to you, Page, and Parker.”

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. This was exactly what he did not need. “I will make you a bourbon chocolate cake all for yourself if you agree not to put a security detail on me,” Matt said desperately. “Extra bourbon.”

“Tempting but no. Consider it me protecting my interests. I’ve needed to diversify for awhile now anyway, or at least that’s what I’m telling Pepper when she asks why I just bought a three-thousand head dairy farm upstate.” Stark sounded insufferably smug; Matt found his fingers curling against the wood of the table into creaking fists.

Instead of punching him and his well-intended money out, he turned a pleading expression toward Coulson. “I will make you whatever you want if you do something about him.”

He heard Banner and Rogers stifle amused noises while Coulson hummed. “My tastes run to shortbread,” he said mildly.

“I will make you shortbread,” Matt said, “just rein him in!”

“Um, excuse me, I’m sitting right here and your baking is good but not that good--” Stark was interrupted by disbelieving snorts from his teammates. “--okay, maybe it is that good, but Agent Agent doesn’t control my actions no matter what you might try to bribe him with.”

“Cinnamon-nutmeg shortbread,” Matt said.

“Done,” Coulson said. Stark yelped in outrage.

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it was going to be loki. i had the scene all written and everything. it was going to be loki. and then i mentioned i wished i had an alternative villain besides loki rescuing matt to a friend and then this happened. also baking is srs bzness and matt regrets his life.

In college before they've even considered being together
Partly a joke, partly 'oh that's actually really nice', un ironic no nohomoing

I'm not sorry, this is awesome! NO ONE SAVES THE DAY LIKE DOOM!

i'm a big sucker for those "matt gets put on extended bed rest/everyone takes care of him/he's a terrible patient who can't stay still for any length of time" fics but i'm a bigger sucker for angst (what can i say? i love emotional pain) so i'm looking to kick it up a notch.

temporarily matt ends up confined to a wheelchair (daredevil accident? distracted crossing the road? disgruntled client enacts revenge? magic? totally up to you) how does matt cope/note cope with being disabled in a way that his abilities can't compensate for?

tldr: matt in a wheelchair. angst out the wazoo. details are up to the potential filler.

Not OP but thank you for that link!

(OP)
Thank you! Will definitely check it out!

Op here. I was talking about the fanfic tropes because they tend to become exaggerated in prompts or just worded a bit to seem like it. Also functional does not mean healthy. There are a lot of tropes that annoy me but it's just fanfic iron. Like I said I different character traits expressed is good and interesting.

This idea just won't leave me alone (you might have to tweak the timelines a bit for this)

Either: Napoleon is that weird grand uncle. Nobody knows quite what he did for work and which of his stories are true but we love him. He is also living with this Russian guy but our family is open about these things.

Or: this is Gaby. She's my grandmother. And this is granddad Napoleon and this is granddad Illya. Our family is open about these things.
(Bonus for Foggy having stayed with them often as child and picked up some language and other skills. Not complete spy training just stuff like picking locks etc.)

You could also mess with the timelines completely and have him be an uncle (or parents instead of grandparents if you handwave the name).

I don't care where exactly this scenario is going but I'd love for Matt to meet them (they drop by at N & M for a visit? Family gathering?)

I'm mostly looking for some fluff/crack but if you want to turn it into 'THRUSH kidnap their old enemies favourite relative' I'm the last person to stop you.

Also Matt is of course worried. Damn you autocorrect.

this is a good prompt and you should feel really good about it

imagine when it escalates far enough for him to whip out the obscene flexibility yoga poses and shit like "oh you know, gotta stretch so i don't pull anything /folds himself into a glorious sweaty pretzel"

rip foggy's ability to fantasize about literally anybody else

I'm so glad that there's so many useless lesbians on this meme. Makes me feel right at home
I don't know much about booty physics, or if Charlie's butt could do the thing, but at the very least Matt could show off his red whale-tail.

"Yoga is essential to Daredeviling. yes doing it shirtless with my thong sticking out of my sweats is totally necessary. Help me with my upward dog pose, foggy"

Hee hee, this was great!

Right but what I am saying is that by not functioning in the comics I mean it's probably similar to what you are implying - Matt has literally been psychotically depressed and homeless, sleeping in garbage and getting hit by cars. This is just one of his many comics breakdowns. So maybe the reason you're seeing these tropes is not just fans latching on to one part of the Netflix story but because they are comics readers or influenced by people who read the comics and they want to apply these tropes to the MCU. Non-functioning Matt isn't just pulled from nowhere for a lot of people.

Badly. Uses his +100 catholic pain ignoring skills to push himself too hard and injure himself further
Maybe he invents his grappling hook system as a way to get around with his legs/balance/etc not fit for parkour. After all, he can swing with just his arms and upper body, and if he has to crash land and spend a few seconds writhing on the ground as his hips creak like old ships, that's just what has to be done.

Shit, his office building doesn't look super accessible with that big honking step. not to mention crowded New York sidewalks. I don't even know the options for blind wheelchair users, but it's probably tricky and I bet the "oh you poor dear let me help you by grabbing the handles and dragging you around like a luggage cart" factor is off the charts.

"EVER HEARD OF INTERNALIZATION, MOTHERFUCKER?"

Omg, this was fantastic! I love your Foggy, and everything was hilarious, th descriptions of tje way he feels stuff were beautiful and his fantasies on what he would like to perform in the bedroom absolutely brilliant!

Oh god, yes, please! He would look pretty shady coming in beat up all the time, aunt may could be like 'peter? Are you sure he is a lawyer? I think he might earn his money doing....WELL!"

(Warning: holy balls unadulterated ableism here)

'You're a novelty. People hear that blind men can read their bodies like Braille and they're oh so willing to take you to bed, but settling down with you? marrying you? Of course no one wants that.
No one wants to learn how to guide you, or remember to keel the floors clear, or deal with your bad days. You're disposable, but at least you have dating options. You think the deaf students or the amputees ever get dates, let alone able-bodied ones? Maybe if you're lucky you'll find a nice blind girl to take you seriously."
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"Matt? Are you awake? Looks like you spaced out for a minute. I was just saying that it sucks about Darlene, but you've still got all the fish in the sea waiting for your hook. I'm so jealous of your whole supermodel parade thing. Is it just the blindness or are there wheelchair groupies? Oh, speaking of which, I saw that one-legged cutie looking at you. She seems like a settle down type. And here's my stop. See ya, Casanova, "

Foggy's probably watching this whole thing and getting a new appreciation for what being a pet is actually like...And he probably realises that this isn't the first time Matt's been treated this way - he'd spent his whole life being taken advantage of by strangers before he had foggy, and now Foggy's letting that kind of thing happen to him again, and it almost hurts him how, even though Matt's crying and he obviously hates it and wants it to end, he's not angry or indignant, or feeling like he doesn't deserve any of it. Obviously the point of this is to make sure Matt behaves himself, but it's still upsetting.

So yeah, I think foggy would definitely have a firm but gentle approach to everything he does while Matt's there. Even the way he touches Matt and directs his movements - he's not rough, he's just steady - tilting Matt's head up to get to his nose/wipe away his tears, holding Matt still with one hand on his waist when he wipes away the come, gripping Matt's wrists and pulling them back when Matt grabs hold of him. because he knows matt's still his, and touching him/using him is his right, but Foggy's always been about directing over ordering - being decisive and firm but not violent, and Matt's long since stopped expecting foggy to lash out, even though it's hard for him to believe that it might never happen.

Ugh yes, Matt can definitely hear how the other pets are being treated, and it feels so strange because that's usually how foggy would be with him, especially in this kind of situation. And Matt keeps waiting for foggy to say something/do something more, but ultimately resigns himself, because he deserves this, because last night foggy had actually called him a bad boy, and Matt had just instantly fallen quiet, maybe even taken a shocked step back, surprised and upset.

Maybe foggy doesn't realise straight away that Matt's waiting for permission, he just thinks Matt needs some time to think rather than talk, until he sees Matt chewing hard on his bottom lip, and how sometimes he'll open his mouth to say something, but then just swallow instead. And then foggy says, gently, you can talk now Matt, and Matt immediately just starts apologising and looks like he's going to cry again.

Foggy probably cups the back of Matt's head when he licks him, tells him go ahead, whatever you need, and Matt just rubs his face against foggy's skin, and presses so close, and mouths at him. And foggy knows all the reasons Matt wants to have sex, and all the reasons they shouldn't, and so waits until the morning to tell Matt to get him off, and Matt is so relieved to be able to make foggy feel good and smell his come.

God yes, Foggy hadn't realised just how objectified most pets are until now. And it sort of puts Matt's need to go out as Daredevil into a new perspective for him - because no-one knows that Daredevil's anything but a free man. Foggy feels almost like he's betrayed Matt, especially with the way Matt keeps half-asking him to make it better, and he never does. He has to keep reminding himself that the end goal here is to have Matt safe, and healthy and not going out to fight while he's injured.

And definitely firm but gentle with Matt. He's learned that Matt doesn't really trust anything too gentle, he needs firm, but not rough, not violent, and he's never been violent. He probably makes a point of quietly directing Matt as he moves him, gives him the warning that the doctor didn't bother with, and that's another thing that helps calm Matt down a lot. And right now, if Foggy did hit Matt or hurt him Matt knows that it would just be deserved punishment, not Foggy lashing out, so that's something else to add to his reactions. But even if Foggy does decide to hurt him, it would be worth it, Foggy would be paying attention to him.

And yes, definitely, he can hear how other owners are soothing their pets, the way Foggy normally does with him, and even though he needs that comfort now more than he can remember needing it before, Foggy isn't taking care of him. Those other pets are good pets, and now he isn't, now he's a bad pet again, the way he was before Foggy took him and taught him to be good for him.

And no, you're right, Foggy probably doesn't realise that Matt thinks he needs permission to talk after the visit at first, not until he sees Matt holding back from saying something. And yes, to Matt almost crying again from gratitude, and relief that his punishment's over even if he can't quite believe it - and he probably feels guilty for that, for not accepting his owner's words without question.

Oh definitely, he encourages Matt to focus himself entirely on Foggy, to comfort him and to make him feel better and to distract him from dwelling on his punishment. And I'm sure he does know why Matt wants to have sex, remembers how Matt likes wearing Foggy's come on his body, even if Foggy does insist on wiping enough of it off that Matt's the only person who can smell it (unless there's someone else with supersenses about). And Matt is so grateful to be allowed to please Foggy, make him feel good and make him come all over him.

[Spoiler for season 2?]

According to the set photos, there will be a huge mother fucking dog. Possibly with Jon Bernthal.
This reminded me of that time Daniel Radcliffe walked 16 dogs for a movie

Now I have a burning need to see a not-too-dark fic where Frank walks 16 dogs.
Why? Who knows. Maybe Matt or foggy had something to do with it.
Just all the dogs, please

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Re: matt/foggy(/any), medical examination, humiliation

Re: Matt/Foggy; Foggy's smell calms down the Daredevil

Re: Healer!Foggy

Fake Fill: its not a first date if someone else is cutting your skin

FILL: (5/?) (Matt the Baker/Superhero Magnet)

Re: Matt/Foggy, sickeningly sweethearts

Re: FILL: (5/?) (Matt the Baker/Superhero Magnet)

matt/angst matt temporarily in a wheelchair

Re: Matt/Foggy; Foggy's smell calms down the Daredevil

Re: Healer!Foggy

Re: Gen: Foggy, the asshole

Foggy is related to Napoleon Solo

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Re: matt/foggy, matt working out gets foggy, er, hor and bothered

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Re: Gen: Foggy, the asshole

Re: matt/angst matt temporarily in a wheelchair

Re: Matt/Foggy "roll on"

Re: Fake Fill: its not a first date if someone else is cutting your skin

Re: Matt/Peter Parker - Trying to win over Aunt May

Re: Foggy/Matt accidental slutshaming

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Frank Castle Walking All The Dogs