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aaaaand here's the rest of my reply!

I'm hoping that the red collar is wide enough (like...maybe 70cm around-ish?) that it *really* can't chafe, BUT I'm also thinking that when Matt needs to get a visible collar to be worn for an extended period of time (i.e., during their internship at L&Z) Foggy would go all out for the softest, most comfortable he can find. Matt still looks just so...defeated when Foggy puts it on him, though, that he knows it's probably just a small comfort.

Also, yes. The 'But not Foggy' is gonna be strong in these fills. XD

As for how others act around Matt - yeah, I'm thinking that most of them probably wouldn't even be deliberately *cruel*, they're just...not quite thinking of slaves as people, is what makes their treatment so horrible. Only after becoming actually friends with one do both Foggy and Karen get a crash course in a slave's perspective on the whole thing. (and it's doubly jarring because Matt is so strong-willed that he still internally reacts like a free person to this treatment, even if his pride has been trampled into the dirt for *years* now. But there would be slaves who've been born to this and actually act affectionate when there's belly rubs, which now makes both Foggy and Karen as uncomfortable as it does Matt.)

And yeah, Matt *would* likely return in a very bad mood to the office, even if he'd try to hide it from Karen. But Foggy knows him better than anyone and he'd find out. And then be relentlessly nice and caring until he's wheedled out of Matt what happened and can re-assure him again. I'm a huge sucker for hair-petting, so I'd like to imagine they have a few routines that fall juuuust in between the blurry borders of 'things you'd do for an upset friend' and 'things you'd reward a well-behaved slave with', (the latter of which *still* elicit an involuntary positive response from Matt, it's not that easy to shake) so, yeah. There could be hair-ruffling, lying with his head on Foggy's thigh when they're enjoying a movie, giving Matt food - anything to remind Matt that he is NOT a slave to Foggy, but not because he's a *bad* one. Got any more ideas how that scene when Matt and Karen come back from that trip could go?

And argh, the glasses. I might have to write that purchasing scene. What are you doing XD

Also, Marci! Hah, yeah, a mutual blackmailing scenario between her and Matt would be fun. XD

And oooh, the cops! Yes to the tightening of the collar. They could be like 'Sir, I know there's no exact regulations as for the fit of the collar in NYC, but it really shouldn't be so loose that your slave could simply slip it off or loose it.' (which is exactly what Matt has usually been doing at parties when he went home with someone). And then he pulls it ridiculously taut, and Foggy can *see* the twitch in Matt's hands showing how uncomfortable and crushed he is to be reminded of his status in this way, and Marci holds him back before he does something stupid. They end the night, much later, by drinking themselves under a table at Josie's.

And oooh, yes, all the scenes where Matt feels himself slipping more and more into normal-person mode. Like, the first time when they've reached the joking-about-it stage, when Foggy makes a quip along the lines of 'You threw away my entire stash of cheese pretzels, Matt. They were only two weeks old. They were actually acquiring *aroma*. Why do you have to this, Matt? I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to whip you now or something.' and normally, this would mean that he'd have to throw himself at his owner's feet, begging for forgiveness, but right now, it's all he can manage to go 'nooo, no whipping. I've just found the perfect spot for lying in the sun, I don't want to move.' and turning over on his bed. ('also, that wasn't *aroma*, Foggy, that was *mould*.') ('That is just what a slave who doesn't want to get whipped would say.') And generally being a lazy-ass instead of always being at high-alert to avoid displeasing his owner.

The collar, yes! I have to admit I was wondering what he would do with it after he was freed. I've written slavery AUs with this kind of dynamic before and found it cute when the now-free-character keeps the collar and wears it wrapped around his wrist as a bracelet, buuuut I'm thinking that wouldn't quite work with the respectable-laywer-wardrobe. XD Now I kind of would like to read the scene where they're at the bureau in the end, *finally* submitting the paperwork, and the worker then tells him, 'Congratulations, you're now officially a free citizen. Please sign here for your new ID.' I'm sure they'd hug, and laugh, and then Foggy might reach up and go 'alright, here, lemme *finally* remove that vile thing off you-' but Matt could catch his wrist and go 'No. Don't throw it away. I'd like to keep it.' 'Keep it? Matt, what *for*?' 'It's the first thing you bought me, Foggy.' he gives a slight smile. 'It doesn't have just *bad* memories attached to it.'
Heh, maybe he keeps it rolled up in his pocket to run his fingers along it when he needs something to either focus or distract himself (or is just thinking of Foggy).

And Karen! YES for Matt being a dork/bit of a prankster at the office, giving Foggy shit. Matt could be like 'Hm, you know, I think we're confusing Karen. There probably should be more punishment around here, you're being terrible today.' Matt tilts his head. 'You think? Huh. In that case...you could punish me by getting lunch from that Vietnamese place I like? Or maybe punish me with a shoulder massage. I think those are good punishments.'

Also ooooh, YES to Matt's panic at realizing not even his secrets should technically be his own :3 (and that means he might be so surprised when Karen comes to see him and doesn't know anything about the truth)

And hah, yeah, I like that idea with the Nelsons! Like, maybe his father thinks the whole idea of getting a study aid is ridiculous, because what could a slave possibly know, right? He probably doesn't even understand half the lessons he's supposed to go to. Cue Foggy gently nudging Matt to add something when a particular topic he's interested in comes up (and Foggy can *tell* Matt would usually speak up at this point if this were a discussion in class, he's just incredibly self-conscious because the parents know what he is, they're the ones who *bought* him, who saw him in the cage at the market) but at Foggy's request, he does, and actually delivers a very conscise, and thought-out argument concerning the topic of debate. And you can just tell the two parents are a bit wowed, because they're suddenly starting to see how maybe, slaves aren't *that* different from free people, they *can* actually think. (Even though that still doesn't stop the mother attempting to be pragmatic and to use him for chores a couple times. Foggy is not very amused when he finds out).

Gah, so many head canons, what is *happening*?!

Regarding chores, Matt can always point out that a free guest would be asked to do chores as well - with Foggy heatedly countering that at least a free guest would be able to say no.

(A shortish update today! And I am so so sorry to do this, nonnies, I was hoping to write a little faster and avoid this, but I'm going to be away from the internet from later today to Sunday, so this fic is going to pick up again next week!)

“You're an asshole.”

Marci Stahl. Matt takes his hands off the book he's been reading through for class. Karen had a meeting with a teacher before school, and he's in the library, but he wasn't expecting anyone to come up to him, much less one of Foggy's friends. “I've heard that.”

She pulls out the chair across from him and sits in it, and then from the sound of things crosses her legs and laces her fingers together on the table. “I don't care if you're an asshole. Actually kind of makes me like you. But I care a lot if you're an asshole to Foggy.”

“He's speaking to me. Presumably there's some level of forgiveness.” He really hopes so. “Why get involved now?”

“Because he's a lot nicer than he should be. And he probably shouldn't forgive you. So I figured I'd come here and threaten you a little, beat Brett to it while I'm at it, since I like winning.”

Matt folds his hands too. “Did he tell you what happened?”

“Not specifically, but I'm really good at reading between the lines, and when one day he's all aflutter over the romantic note you sent him and then a while later he tells me it was a pity date, I can draw some conclusions. Believe me, you're not the only one I'm mad at.”

If he told her he suspects Vanessa and Wesley, she would probably have answers out of them by the end of the day. Matt doesn't know Marci well, but he knows enough to believe that. He doesn't want to tell her, though, because conclusions drawn or not he doesn't have the right to say anything she doesn't want him to. “It wasn't a pity date.”

“Mm. Liar.”

Matt straightens. “It wasn't.”

“Try again.”

He clenches his teeth. “It didn't end up that way. Okay?” Marci doesn't say anything. “He ended it, I respect that, it's the end of it. I'm glad he's still being nice to me and that he still wants to debate together, but I don't have any expectations.”

“Both an asshole and noble. At least you're interesting.” Marci uncrosses her legs. “Great, so you don't have expectations. Apparently you also freaked out in a bathroom and he spent most of lunch worrying about you.” She leans forward. “Listen to me.”

“I've been listening.”

“Great. I'm not going to make Foggy's decisions for him, and I'm not going to be a strict movie dad and say if you hurt him again I'll kill you, because that's just tacky. I'm just going to say that I like Foggy a lot, and if you aren't careful with him this time I am really good at talking people into or out of things. Don't fuck up.”

Matt could be petty and say that he and Foggy are both on speech and debate, that Matt is just as good at swaying people to his side and Foggy knows when he's being swayed, but he knows what she means. He appreciates it, even. He thinks Karen would do it for him, in her own way. “I'm trying not to assume that I have a chance to screw up in the first place.”

Marci laughs. “You know, I think if you hadn't dicked around a friend of mine I'd actually like you.”

“Thanks, I think.”

“Definitely be honored. I don't like a lot of people.” Her hair swishes, a strong smell of coconut shampoo. “Anyway, keep it in mind. I'm still going to tell him it's a bad idea, but I figure it's worth working both ends of things.”

Matt nods and puts his hands back on the book. “I'm not going to push, but if he decides to forgive me I'm not going to say no either.”

“Fair enough.” She pushes the chair out and stands up again. “Do anything else and I'll let Brett talk to you next time, maybe he'll punch you. He's known Foggy forever and they're dicks about it sometimes but I bet he'd punch someone.”

“Thanks,” says Matt, as dry as he can, but she's already walking away.

*

“Do you have any idea why anyone would have given you that note in the first place?” Matt asks abruptly. They're in the library during study hall again, he and Foggy, putting arguments together for a practice Public Forum debate, and he didn't even know he was thinking about it until it came out of his mouth.

Foggy fumbles the book he's looking at and loses his place, judging from his muttered curse. “What a question, Jesus.”

“You must have thought about it.”

A pause. Foggy's heartbeat speeds up and he starts moving a little, restless, just thinking about it. Matt feels a little bad, but now that he's asked, he's not going to take it back. “I don't know. Like, it's the kind of thing asshole bullies do, but it's the kind of thing asshole bullies do in the movies, right?” He sighs. “I have thought about it. It's not like I think I have a lot of enemies.”

“But?”

“Probably someone I beat in a debate, sometimes I get kind of focused on winning and keep dismantling people's arguments even after everyone knows I've won.” Matt has noticed that, but he has to admit that he likes it. He even noticed it debating against Foggy before he ever noticed him properly, and respected it even if he was annoyed to lose. “I beat Wesley in a classroom discussion pretty recently, and Vanessa too. They're both kind of sneaky. And they're both friends with Fisk, who's kind of an asshole and might encourage their bad behavior. If I had to venture a guess ...”

Matt's guess too. It's not completely certain, but if the two of them are having the same thoughts for different reasons, chances are getting higher. “Vanessa and Wesley,” he says, and reaches across the table to tap Foggy's book. “The same ones we're practice debating in a few weeks?”

If he was expecting that to make Foggy nervous, he was underestimating him. Instead, Matt can hear the grin in his voice when he answers. “The very same, actually. Want to kick their asses?”

Matt grins back. “There's nothing wrong with a little bit of revenge.”

*

Stalking Hell’s Kitchen for Daredevil was turning out to be a pain in the ass. What they had hoped for a quick turn around did not come into fruition. The seconds on the clock passed without sight or sound of the vigilante and his band of children. They were starting to suspect that they had left town but thought it unlikely seeing as Daredevil had never been spotted elsewhere but New York.

Tony blinked as he tried to clear the tiredness away from his eyes and focus on the images on the display in front of him. They might be trying to save children but that didn’t mean that he still didn’t have his day job to worry about and issues that were still lingering over Ultron. Couldn’t Daredevil come out in the day?

“Any sighting?” Steve’s voice came over the comms. Tony gave one last glance around and replied:

“Negative. Bad boy is a no show again.”

“This is the third night.”

“He’s either busy or keeping low.”

“Did Murdock or Nelson tip him off?”

“No. Barton and Wilson have been trailing them. Those spend a lot of time together but have gone home, the office, and to a church the last three days.”

“A church?”

“Murdock’s Catholic. Nelson has been leading him, reading case briefings while waiting outside. He goes in then comes out but he doesn’t stay in too long. Murdock talks to his priest. Whatever case they have is eating a lot of their time. Wilson took pictures. The documents they’re reviewing are legit, some kind of major housing dispute.”

“So they’re not communicating with anyone?”

“Nothing from their phones and laptops.”

“Great.” Steve snarled. Tony nodded, understanding his frustration. When he looked down he spotted movement in a warehouse but nothing suspicious, or the kind they wanted. Criminals were rampant in Hell’s Kitchen, so much it wasn’t even funny. If only Daredevil had been a good guy…

“We’ll head back in-wait I have something.” He said as two new forms met the occupants of one warehouse. His infrared was not perfect but it helped detect the new additions and noted that they were smaller. “I think I have two of the kids. They are engaging in combat.”

“Aid them. We’ll be right with you as soon as possible.”

Tony flew in. He managed to catch them by surprise. There were several men with guns. His repulsors warmed up and he fired quickly. The children, the girl from the video they had viewed at the first meeting to take down Daredevil and a boy who looked like the youngest, startled in the near darkness. Startled long enough that a gunshot fired at the girl hit. She cried out.

Shit.

She didn’t slow down though. She grabbed the boy and they left the fight. Or attempted to. Tony made quick work of the criminals. She wasn’t severely injured or she was extremely resilient.

“Hi, kiddos.” They didn’t relax. They assumed battle stances and their expressions were grim. They expected to die. He realized and fuck Daredevil. He’d drop him from a building for this. He thought. Justice was too good for him. “I don’t want to fight. I’m here to help.” He let the helmet down. “Daredevil needs to be stopped. The Avengers can help you-“

“Helping them by getting them shot?” A deep voice snarled from behind as the lights went out. A barrage of metal hit him. Shit. How had he not seen Daredevil? “There are more coming.”

“We run.” The boy whispered, accent heavy and maybe Russian.

“Now.” Daredevil said and in a moment, the exact amount it took for Tony to escape the pipes he was under, they were gone. His night vision tracked the blood trail the girl was leaving behind in her wake.

He immediately followed. They couldn’t run faster than he could fly. He felt confident he could catch up to them and end this all except the trail literally ended at the river’s edge. He hovered over the surface of bank and analyzed it, he scanned the area. There was nothing there, no hidden sewers or structures.

They had to have had a vehicle waiting for them and left. He glanced. There were several boats in the water but nothing close and his sensors hadn’t picked out the sound of an engine when he had approached.

They hadn’t had time to bind the girl’s wounds. The blood trail stopped at the river. He looked at the blood spatter. He recognized the sign that they had been running and it ended at the river’s edge. Which meant they had dived in and were swimming.

Well fuck.

The thought of Natasha’s warnings had him alarmed. The girl had been well behaved, obedient. Had this been a test run? Had he just sent a girl to her death by causing her to fail a test?

He knew the answer.

The comms sprung to life as the others nearly reached him.

He grimaced and reported the news.

One down. Four to go.

Eee! Thanks for the update! I am loving where this is going :D

i love this fill SO MUCH <3

Hiya! Welcome back!^^

Oh yeah, as for the level of cruelty and darkness tolerance I have in my AUs, it's mostly less a case of *how* bad it is, and more a question of 'how long is dwelled on it' and 'how well does the character deal with it'. As in, I may have written yet *another* scene below with...some very non-subtle...non-con implications, but I find I deal much better with that kind of content in a fic if a character does not have to go through massive amounts of angst and/or PTSD for it (as might be more realistic). In this fic, it might also even 'help' Matt that this treatment of slaves is pretty much an accepted fact of life he'd even come to expect. (His pain tolerance helps, too...) So, just like you wrote, it conditioned him into a pretty shitty outlook on life, but never truly broke him, he's still himself and Foggy's gonna help him get every last piece of his personality back and shining :3

That said, as for more past...(this scene takes place straight after Foggy went to fetch bandages):

xxx

Xxx

“Okay.” Foggy has been standing in front of the door to his own room for what feels like ten minutes now, clutching the first aid kit and several creams and ointments, and trying to work up the courage to go in there again. What finally pushes him is the thought that Matt is still in there, still waiting, still in pain, and that as his owner is his responsibility now and fuck.

Foggy goes in.

Matt is still lying on the bed, curiously not startled in the least from Foggy’s sudden entrance, and doesn’t seem to have moved at all. He has his cheek pillowed on his hands, head turned sideways so the metal collar isn’t digging into the skin of his neck. Foggy makes an absent-minded note to replace that thing at some point, but now there are more pressing concerns.

“I’m going to disinfect your wounds first,” he warns Matt as he sits down next to him. “That might sting.”

“I’ll be fine,” Matt replies, and, worryingly, he actually seems to be. He startles when Foggy’s hand gently settles on an uninjured patch of skin on his hip to steady him, but when the part that’s actually hurting him, i.e., the disinfection happens, he almost seems to relax into the pain.

Foggy tries not to think about what it implies when someone is startled by gentle touches, not painful ones.

There is silence in the room while Foggy wipes off the disinfectant around the wounds and then dresses them as best as he can. As he works, the pattern keeps repeating, Matt’s muscles flinching and tensing under Foggy’s hands every time he touches him, and then relaxing into his ministrations, almost like soothing a spooked animal. Matt has taken off his glasses after he’s been ordered to lie down on the bed, and, even if for him it has to make little difference on whether his eyes are open or not, Foggy wonders whether him closing them might be the first, minute sign of trust.

“Okay,” Foggy says, breaking the silence after he’s done all he thinks he can. “Are there….” He forces himself to take another breath. “Are there more wounds beneath your pants?”

Matt has opened his eyes again after Foggy spoke, but still does not seem as ill-at-ease as he previously was. “Yes,” he says, cautiously. “Do you want to dress them, too?”

“Only….” Foggy swallows. “Only if you want me to. This is your body. You should decide what happens to it.”

Matt gives his left ear an incredulous stare.

“You own me,” he points out.

“And I don’t want anything happening to you that you don’t want happening to you,” Foggy replies calmly, because this is an easy turnabout by now. “So. Do you want me to have a look at the rest of you, or do you want the first aid kit and I’ll leave the room so you can try to sort yourself out…?”

Again, it takes a moment while Matt apparently computes the question. This time, though, it seems less like he has trouble believing what Foggy says and more like he’s fighting an internal battle, brow furrowed and shoulders tense. But then there is a noticeable slump to his body’s tension, as if he’s giving up a fight he has no chance of winning.

“Stay. Please,” he says, voice small. “I’ll…you can use me, if you want to, I don’t mind-“

“Yeah, not happening,” Foggy says, curtly. “But if you want me to take a look at those wounds, take off your pants and I’ll see what I can do.”

Xxx

Matt fully naked, as it turns out, looks more than twice as attractive than Matt half-naked (Foggy thinks the math is somehow not checking out here) but, again, any attraction he could have felt during the moment is dampened into non-existence by the damage that is obvious to see. On instinct, Foggy had even turned around while Matt was taking off the sweat pants, waiting until he could hear him lying down on the bed again. (He had felt stupid, of course, it wasn’t like Matt could actually see the gesture, but it had still felt right – slaves were hardly ever allowed to keep any modesty, and Foggy would have felt dirty if he had treated Matt like this from the start).

Now, though, the back of Matt’s lower body is on full display and it’s just as bad as the upper half. Worse, even.

Foggy sees blood trickling from a place it really shouldn’t be coming from.

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, and maybe Matt’s hearing is sharper than other people’s, because he flinches as if Foggy had yelled it.

“It’s – it’s okay, I’ll heal –“

No, no, nothing about this is okay, the voice in Foggy’s head keeps yelling, and of course he knows what slaves are used for, everyone is aware of what’s going on in a lot of slave owners’ houses, it’s legal, but – but suddenly coming face to face with it is something different entirely.

“No,” Foggy chokes out, suddenly having difficulty to get air. “No, this isn’t okay, Matt.”

At his words, Matt goes rigid again, even the last fragments of relaxation gone. When he speaks, his voice is clipped and controlled.

“I am sorry this slave isn’t up to your standards, sir,” he says. “I will do my best to appeal to the desired aesthetic more in the future.”

Foggy stares. He now knows that a) whatever undergrad degree his last owner made Matt get apparently either had something to do with English or with interpreting everything anyone ever said in the worst way possible and b) for next Christmas, he is getting his mother something horrible.

For the moment, though, he forces himself to remain calm. “No, Matt, this – this isn’t what I meant. I meant it’s not okay anyone did that to you. Did anything that you didn’t want them to.”

Matt blinks at this. It occurs to Foggy that he isn’t actually doing much to escape a stereotype of a typical slave owner here – it’s Matt’s first night with him, and he has him lying naked and collared next to him on the bed while he himself is fully clothed, and inspecting him like damaged goods – but dammit, he’s trying here! It’s not his fault the universe seems to hate him.

“That is…a kind notion,” Matt says, and he sounds just as polite and distant as when he first spoke to him in the living room. “But it’s fine. Pity is not required.”

And oh, thinks Foggy, oh.

“It’s not pity, Matt,” he says quietly. “It’s anger. I’m angry. Because even if doing this to you is legal, it certainly isn’t justice.”

Beneath his hands, he swears he can feel Matt’s heart beat skip a beat.

“You…think so?” Matt manages, for the first time his voice actually sounding unsteady.

“Mh-hmm. I’m actually planning to become a lawyer for stuff like this. Maybe even specialize in slavery law.” He pauses when he sees Matt’s expression. “What, didn’t mom tell you she wants you to be my study aid?”

“…no. She didn’t,” Matt says, but he still sounds a bit bowled over. “That’s…actually…” he seems to want to say something more, but then blinks again, and whatever he meant to say is apparently swallowed back down. “Alright. I can do that.”

“Great,” Foggy says, and is actually surprised at how the enthusiasm in his voice somehow doesn’t seem to be entirely faked. “So. Are you okay with me taking care of the rest of your cuts?”

“Yes.” Matt nods, then swallows and adds quietly, “Please.”

“Okay,” Foggy says, and there is a repeat performance of him sterilizing and patching up cut skin, only he imagines that this time, it might take Matt not quite as long to relax into his touches. Foggy thinks he still tenses when he gets close to any sensitive areas, but he carefully avoids those and then, later, when Matt is awkwardly shuffling back into the oversized sweatpants and shirt Foggy has extracted from the chaos in his drawers, he takes his hand to press two of the salves into it. “And here, uh. This is a disinfectant, and this one is supposed to numb and, er, heal. If you want to. Apply. Some of it yourself, in the bathroom.” He stumbles through his offer. “If you want to, we can also go to the hospital tomorrow?“

Matt, now fully clothed and wearing his sunglasses again, tilts his head. “I…would rather not go to any hospitals, if you don’t mind.”

“Alright,” Foggy nods, because this is what he’s trying to do, right? Give Matt some autonomy over himself back. “Just tell me if it doesn’t heal or gets worse, right? Because, you know, I’m so not qualified to deal with any of this.”

Again, Matt seems to weigh his answer before he speaks (Foggy wonders whether, perhaps, impulsiveness seems what has him gotten those stripes on his back), but when he does reply, it almost looks like he’s smiling.

“It’s probably not my place to say,” he says, “but I think you’re a lot more qualified than anyone I ever met.”

xxx

Soooo, yeah. I'm just not sure how to end that scene.^^° Anything you'd add? They'll probably still have to go back to sleep, I'm just not sure whether Foggy would break out the futon and sleep on there because the bed is more comfortable for Matt, or whether he'd think that for Matt an owner's bed has worse associations, or whether he half-heartedly wonders whether the owner's manual is right when it says 'for a pet, sleeping in their owner's bed is considered a privilege and often used as a reward', so maybe Matt is conditioned to WANT to sleep there and it's just all kinds of fucked up. But yes. These are the important questions. XD

and oh god! Matt meeting up later after he's freed not just with people who knew he was a slave and helped him to hide it but ALSO with those who either abused/humiliated him or others who never saw him as anything but a normal slave, outwardly broken and cowed? I'm so here for that. That other slave Lester had, he'd likely be completely *boggled* when he sees Matt as a free man, like, 180° turnabout much? Or if he runs into others, maybe even Lester himself, who might not even know Matt has been freed in the mean time, and then try to order him about when they see him? And Matt gets to go all Rohrschach and "No." on them :D Any ideas for scenes?

And oooh yes, you put everything that's going on inside Matt so beautifully! It's like if he were a Sim character, and all his usual options of 'obey', 'bear it', and/or 'violence time!' are all NOT WORKING with Foggy, so he's totally floundering on how he's supposed to act!

And so yes to Foggy doing research. Like, the two cursive lines in that other bit about the nuzzling were supposed to be a bit out of the owner's manual, which is SO not helpful and borderline creepy at times. Foggy keeps it still, feeling grateful that 'well, at least Matt can't read print and won't find it, right...?'

and unf, yeah about Matt always oscillating between needing some routines that resemble being kept as a slave when he feels overbalanced, and then feeling a bit embarrassed because he shouldn't *need* that, right? And Foggy trying to tell him, it's fine, lots of people need work to feel useful, you're not a *freak*, Matt, nor anything less' and Matt just not knowing how to deal with all of the kindness.

And yeah, I think the gym is a pretty special place for Matt, because it's the first thing he'd do completely on his own - like, he goes to classes, and out with Foggy, and to the library and sometimes for a stroll on campus, just because he enjoys having the liberty to do so so much - but this is the first thing where he goes away from where Foggy is and does something no one has prompted him to do, just for himself.

And yes to Matt's gradual ascent in the Nelson household - first to the table (after the mother asks 'aren't they supposed to kneel on the floor?' a bit surprised and Foggy being like, 'No, Mom, and seriously, I'm this close to taking Matt to eat out at some place, you're *embarrassing* him!' hissing under his breath, hoping that Matt outside won't hear (oh Foggy...) but yeah, no, unlike Claire (who met him as a 'free man' and maybe eventually Karen they likely wouldn't ever forget what he is. Especially if he is visibly wearing his collar in the Nelson household bc they don't want to have to explain their weird arrangement to the parents.

And no worries, your replies are totally worth the wait, they're always a joy to read!^^ Makes throwing ideas around in here so much more fun!

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God, I love Marci. xD And Brett! He would so punch someone for Foggy.

I love the idea that Foggy's kind of accidentally ruthless in debates. Though in this next one I assume he'll be very intentionally ruthlessness, which is great too.

Assuming Vanessa and Wesley really were the ones who wrote the letter, it looks like their plan is backfiring again. Having a common enemy seems to be helping Matt and Foggy's relationship. Yay!

Now I want Brett to meet Matt and be half scared cause "IF Brett is supposed to eb Foggy's enemy he doesnt want to know how protective he will be if they are friends"

“It’s probably not my place to say,” he says, “but I think you’re a lot more qualified than anyone I ever met.”

This line turns me into a puddle.

I live! And also I return from trip. I...kind of smushed different parts of the prompt together, hope that's cool.

Matt heard a second set of footprints, another heartbeat, behind Foggy even before the dorm door swung open. "Oh! Sorry Matt, didn't think you'd be here." Matt pulled out an earbud and swiveled around on the bed to face the door.

"Class was canceled," Matt said. "Teacher never showed."

"Oh awesome. Actually, this is great! Jared's with me. I've been meaning to introduce you guys. Jared?" The second heartbeat stepped further into the room, next to Foggy. "This is Matt, my friend and roomie --I said that with an totally awesome flourish Matt- and Matt, this is Jared."

Matt stood up and walked forward a step or two, holding out his hand. "Nice to meet you," he said with a smile. "Foggy's been singing your praises all week."

A warm laugh, and then a warm hand clasping his own to shake. "I could sing them right back," Jared said. "Good to finally meet the infamous Matt." Deep voice, nice, smooth. Heartbeat a little fast, arousal fast, but--he'd been talking about Foggy.

Also, presumably they'd come here to have sex. Probably he should make a polite and strategic retreat.

"Infamous?" Matt raised an eyebrow.

"Like you're not," Foggy said.

Matt shrugged. "Did you want the room? I was just about to head to the library anyway." He hadn't been, had just gotten comfortable with his notes spread out, but.

Foggy snorted. "You totally were not. Lemme just grab a couple things. That okay with you Jared?"

"Fine," Jared said. "I can get all the inside info about you from Matt. All the favorites, everything."

"I can do that," Matt said, grinning. He liked that Jared liked Foggy. Everyone should like Foggy. "Should I start with food, or activities?"

"Food sounds good," Jared said, sitting down next to Matt. Kind of close, their legs touching, but Jared didn't seem to think that was weird. Probably he was just touchy-feely, like Foggy was. "

---

"I'm sorry about Jared," Matt blurted out. It was late Friday evening, and Foggy was over at Matt's apartment. They were both at the kitchen counter pouring over old files for a case ("a paying client, Matt!"), planning to work late into the night since at least they'd be able to sleep in tomorrow. Matt had already set a folded pile of his own sheets next to the couch, for when he inevitably forced Foggy to take the bed.

Foggy jerked up. "I'm quirking my brow at you," he said. "Quirking so hard. Jared? What the hell?"

Matt swallowed. "In college--" Foggy waved a hand.

"No, no, yeah. I mean. Matt. I know you're sorry. You said you were sorry. He was into you, you went for it, I didn't talk to you for like a week, it's over. Way over. Like years over." His heartbeat was just a little fast, but not lie fast. More just confused. He didn't know why Matt was bringing up Jared now. "Where did that even come from?"

Matt shrugged one shoulder. "I just--we agreed no more lies. About--what I can do. And I was thinking about him." He loathed to admit it, but he thought about Jared a lot. "So I wanted to say that I'm sorry again, now that you know."

"What the--now that I know what?"

"About me," Matt said, waving a hand at himself.

"Okay--what--" Foggy moved his hands around, trying to formulate a reply to that. Eventually he settled on sighing and, "Matt, what do your weird super ninja powers have to do with Jared cheating on me with you? Like at all. Because color me confused, buddy."

Matt wet his lips. He'd been thinking about this a lot recently--

("No more lies, Matt. Not about this. I can't--I'd leave. I'd have to."

"I won't, I promise, please, I promise, ask me anything--")

--and all lies about the devil, had to be confessed.

"I'm sorry because I could've stopped him. I--you know I could've. But I didn't. I didn't, even though I could've, and I'm sorry."

---

"Matt? Hey!"

Matt fumbled with his book, turning his head towards the voice. He focused, picking out Jared's smell combination of detergent and skin lotion.

"Oh, hi Jared?"

"Mind if I sit?" Jared asked. Matt shook his head, and shortly felt Jared plop down right next to him on the bench. "Great day, right? You just out enjoying?"

"Yep," Matt said. "Just reading a book." he waved to it open on his lap.

"Oh yeah? Which one?" Before Matt could answer, Jared had put a hand on his shoulder and was leaning into and over him, a warm press against Matt's entire side. "Oh. Wow, okay, braille, yeah, I should've figured." He leaned back a little, no longer trying to read over Matt's shoulder, but otherwise stayed where he was. Matt shifted, not sure what to do. Was this normal? It had to be--Foggy did it, once in a while, some of the girls he studied with. But the latter usually--

Oh.

No, no it was pretty clear that Jared was into Foggy. Matt was just--wrong. He misinterpreted things all the time. This was just like that.

"Could I feel it?" Jared asked. "The only braille I've ever seen was the stuff on like, elevators." He--sounded genuinely interested. Yeah, Matt was just wrong.

"Sure," Matt said. He was about to hand over the book when Jared curled an arm around Matt's shoulder to scoot in even closer, the other arm dropping down to the pages spread out in Matt's lap. Matt swallowed, uncomfortable, but Jared seemed oblivious.

"This is really cool," Jared said, voice much closer, Matt could feel his breath as he exhaled, smell the mocha latte with a dash of caramel, but an undertone of spoiled milk. He swallowed again, blinking hard. No, that--didn't make sense. He tried to reign in his senses and almost missed Jared's, "What book is it?"

"Um, it's--" Jared's arm was gently squeezing Matt's shoulder, and it felt like it could be friendly, but Matt wasn't sure if he wanted it there. "It's The Handmaid's Tale. I'm writing a paper on the politics within the story and the ways they could and couldn't be exploited to potentially heal the society."

"That's awesome!" Jared said, giving Matt's shoulder another squeeze. Just friendly. And right, Jared was an English major, it made sense that he'd get excited about books. This was normal and it was fine. "What've you got so far? If I'm not bothering you."

There was no polite way to ask Jared to please stop--being himself, probably. And Foggy liked him. And he liked Foggy. And he was a nice guy, Matt just wasn't used to him without Foggy as a buffer. That's all. He managed a weak smile. "Well uh, my main point is that ruling an entire and vital branch of a population by fear is never going to end well--"

Jared really got into the discussion, and Matt actually found himself enjoying it.

He still breathed a sigh of relief when Jared said his goodbyes and slid off of the bench.

Ohhhhh god. I'm so here for this. Really good start anon omg

Eee, this is fantastic. Jared is such a creeper, but he's that kind who's subtle enough to make you doubt your own instincts. Poor Matt. Can't wait to see Foggy's reaction once everything is explained.

Oh GODS. The fact that we know the outcome - Foggy didn't speak to Matt for a week, but they got over it, and this kind of takes place post-Season 1 - only makes me more interested. It's like watching a feels trainwreck while knowing it'll only get WORSE. Because it WILL. Not only has Matt suffered a trauma and then had his best friend be angry at him, he also suffered through his best friend kindly 'forgiving' him and now Foggy knows the truth? SHIT.

I hope Foggy decides to hunt Jared down in whatever hole he's been in since Columbia and murder him.

OP: Ahhhh my god, this is fantastically well-written, first-off. Your dialogue flows so well and I love all the little details about Matt's senses. And Jared is an incredibly well-formed creep. He's insidious, but Matt's discomfort and doubts about him - his rationalization that he's probably just misinterpreting things, Jared's a good guy, he doesn't want to make a scene - is devastatingly realistic. And the fact that all this happened in college, and Matt has literally been living with it for years - the trauma of his assault and his misplaced guilt and Foggy blaming him and having absolutely no support - is just killing me. "He thought about Jared a lot." Ohhhhhhh, Matt. Breaking my heart. And Matt's whole thing about not wanting to lie and his issues about the devil? Oh man. I can't wait to see the fall-out of Foggy parsing what "I could've stopped him" really means and how he reacts and what happens next. Anyway this is excellent! Thank you for writing it.

I feel like I've read this story before somewhere.

Foggy let out a nervous laugh. "Matt, it--look, it's fine, buddy, okay? It was a long time ago."

"I still should have done something," Matt said. Trying to make Foggy understand. "But you liked him so much and he did like you, I could tell, and I didn't want to fight him off, but I could've--I could've--" he could feel his heart picking up, or was it Foggy's and Matt was just hearing it? Something was pounding in his ears.

"Matt, hold on, fight? Fight him off?"

"I knew what he smelled like, he had that lotion he liked to use, I could've done a better job avoiding him," it was getting harder to breathe, why was it getting harder to breathe, this wasn't new "or--not letting him touch me, but it made you so happy when we all hung out together and then I let him--and I ruined it. I could've done so much and I didn't--and I promised I wouldn't lie to you." Understand, understand, understand, don't leave, it was hard enough the first time--

---

"Foggy's a real good guy," Jared said. He'd just become an uncle, so they were all celebrating. Matt and Jared were both sitting on Foggy's bed, a Foggy-sized space in between them. Said Foggy was out acquiring beer. More beer, beer on top of the beer he and Jared (and Matt, but just a little; he was exiling himself once the drinking was over and had to be able to walk straight) had already drank. He'd insisted on going alone because "you guys can't know all my secrets."

"He is," Matt said belatedly, rolling his half-full beer bottle around in his hands. He was the best friend Matt had ever had. He was glad Foggy had found someone nice. Jared was nice. Foggy waxed poetic enough about him.

Even if sometimes...

"He's sweet and fun," Jared said, still on the Foggy tangent. Matt contemplated trying to set his phone to record this. Foggy would find it wonderful. "He shares his stuff with me too." Also true. Jared was wearing one of Foggy's shirts right now. Matt could tell because it hung on him differently, fabric catching and pulling when a shirt was too big, and smelled of Matt's detergent. (Matt had made him switch, claiming allergies to Foggy's generic. Foggy shrugged and said he didn't mind if Matt wanted to share.)

Matt was halfway into convincing himself to move off the bed so he could grab a phone and start recording when Jared moved closer, stuck out a hand to pat Matt on the knee. "I'm patting you on the knee," he said, leaning forward. Matt felt his stomach clench and didn't know why. Too much beer. But he hadn't had all that much.

"I can feel that," he pointed out. "You just have to tell me about things I can't see. Like Foggy does."

"Like Foggy does," Jared parroted. "Got it." He was... pretty close. And also--but Jared was thinking about Foggy, so that reaction made sense, right?

Foggy who was going to be right back anyway, so it was fine.

"It's okay," Jared said. What was? Matt swallowed and tried to subtly move away. This didn't feel right. "He shares his stuff with me, so he won't mind."

Matt felt himself go cold in one icy rush at the same time he felt warm hands close around his wrists.

---

There was a smacking sound, followed by the flutter of pages. Foggy had knocked one of the files off the table in his leap to his feet. "He--no, no, wait, Matt, you never. You never said anything."

Matt shrugged again. Maybe--maybe he shouldn't have brought it up. It'd been a long time ago. But he'd promised. No more lies. He'd promised. And it was one of the few he could actually keep. "I'm sorry," he said again. "I really am. I--you have no idea how much, Foggy, when I think about how I could have stopped him if I hadn't had to--pretend, maybe he wouldn't have--I never wanted to hurt you. I never want to hurt you."

"Please stop." Foggy sounded devastated. Matt shrank back. "No, Matt, I didn't mean--I just--

---

Matt was sitting at his desk, listlessly running his fingers over a textbook. He hadn't read a word in hours. But he didn't want to move, and Foggy was still gone, and he was trying to at least do something with himself while he waited. The room stank and he was suffocating in it, but he needed to wait until Foggy got back. Maybe--maybe Matt could fix it.

When he heard the familiar heartbeat approaching, elevated and coming in fast, Matt coiled like a spring.

The door opened deliberately. Foggy quietly stepped in and closed it behind him.

Matt opened his mouth but nothing came out.

"I broke up with Jared," Foggy said. His voice was hard and even. "He doesn't even know why. Said I just thought we were looking for different things. Figured there was no point making a big deal of it."

Matt's stomach clenched. No, no, no, no.

"I'm sorry," he said, voice small. He didn't know what else to say.

"Yeah, you fucking should be," Foggy said. "I'm crossing my arms and glaring daggers at you, by the way. What the--what the actual fuck, Matt? It's bad enough half the campus is after you, you have to seduce my fucking boyfriend the moment my back was turned? In our dorm room? You couldn't've at least been fucking subtle about it?"

---

"Oh my god," Foggy said, sounding...horrified? "Oh my fucking god."

"Language," Matt corrected weakly. Trying for something normal.

"Oh my fucking God, Matt. I can't--He--and I--" his voice was getting wet, choked up. Crying. Was Foggy crying? Matt shot out of his seat, and then didn't know what to do, hovering awkwardly next to him.

"Foggy? Foggy, I'm sorry, but I needed to tell you. I know I should've done something, I'm so sorry, please--"

"Oh my fucking God."

---

Matt's heart picked up as he made his way over to his room. He could hear a familiar heartbeat inside. Not even angry-elevated. Wet palms. Nerves?

He took a deep breath and unlocked the door, closing it behind him and setting his cane down.

"Hey, Matt," Foggy's voice came, from his side of the room. Matt startled for show, and swallowed for real.

"Hi Foggy. How-how've you been?"

"Could've been better," Foggy said. "I just shrugged. Look..." he sighed. Matt braced himself for the news; Foggy hated him, he was moving out, he never wanted to see Matt again "I miss you, okay?"

What?

Foggy shifted, cotton jeans rubbing against the comforter. "Yeah, okay, you hurt me big time. Still gonna take a while for me to get over that completely. But I'm working on it. You were both drunk, inhibitions whatever--" He pushed some hair off of his face, the movement accented an unfamiliar shampoo. Foggy let out a deep breath. "Look. I forgive you, okay? It's college. You're allowed one or two really dumb decisions. And considering how clean your slate's been, I can...work on getting over it. You're my best friend, you know? Bros before hos and whatever. So. Friends?"

Matt managed a shaky smile. "Friends."

Author!anon does not condone the phrase bros before hos

I love this. Thank you.

oh god. i love this. <3

Oh my god, this is so good. It's amazing how much story you've packed into this and how much you convey without even detailing what exactly happened with Jared. I got chills, probably right about the time the penny dropped for Foggy.

Any chance of a coda? I'd love to see the fallout with Foggy and Matt. Maybe a little comfort to go with the hurt? (Not trying to be demanding or anything!)

Later, after they had brought down Fisk, they got drunk one night just after Foggy had gotten through another period, and he told her a bit more. Such as how the nurse who had done a lot of the tending to him in the hospital after the accident had been on her period at the time, and he’d gotten hysterical and told her he could smell blood, someone was bleeding. “God only knows what the poor woman ultimately made of it,” he sighed. Within a few months he’d come to realize all the women were bleeding, which he’d found kind of terrifying, even though they’d seemed to all be continuing as normal. It wasn’t as if anyone around him had ever dreamed he’d need to know about menstruation.
At least until Stick had felt the need to explain to Matt why just because a female opponent smelled of blood didn’t mean she was injured. That had been a disturbing way for a little boy to find out, Foggy had thought, even before Matt then went into details of how Stick had then made him stalk menstruating women until he’d been able to tell the difference automatically. “He made me learn to detect other things too, then,” he said. “Stick said it was an advantage to know whether a woman was cramping, even when she was on painkillers. He taught me how to listen for the sound of her uterus.”
“So you did know,” said Foggy, “When we first met.” When her new fellow scholarship girl roommate had taken her to meet her brother and his fellow scholarship boy roommate, and she’d found herself backpedaling so clumsily from her remarks about his looks she didn’t think she’d fooled him even then. She still thought it a minor miracle they’d managed to get so tight after that the way they had, even taking the closeness of Pietro and Wanda into account. That he’d had anything else to tell about her hadn’t even occurred to her for years.
“Yeah,” he said. “I could hear everything your uterus was doing, and I could tell it was capable of giving you a large amount of trouble. But I could smell on your breath you’d taken pills, you didn’t seem to be in pain, so I figured they’d worked, and I was long used to all of it by then, so…”
“Yeah,” she said. “I’d finally gotten the doctor to give me the prescription strength motrin.” Which arguably meant they’d been lucky that time. It seemed for more of the important moments in her history with Matt than not, Foggy had been on her period. Very often because it had come early due to the stress. And it hadn’t always been something he hadn’t felt a need to do something about…

Author!anon: Thank you for your detailed comment! I'm glad that you're liking my take on the fill.

Author!anon: Thank you so much. I'm glad everything got across, especially with the length.

I have been considering maybe a wrap-up? I was planning to clean it up and post it to Ao3 eventually, so probably then... Tbh, I was struggling a bit with the fill, because it was either stop there or go on for a lot longer. That would have been nice and I had ideas! ...but I was worried about my ability to stick with it to the end.

Natasha glanced at him from the room.

“She’s dead. My two weeks were too long.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s Stark who FUBARed the assignment.”

“I should have been looking yesterday. I should have been there. I know how these children think. I know the training that has been used on them. I know it. I’ve lived it. I had a chance. Instead I agreed to wait until tonight. Now it’s too late for her.”

“You can’t be certain.”

“Come on, Clint.”

Clint sighed. “I know. You’re right. It’s-it’s too much to hope for the opposite. Maybe, there is a slim chance but we know better. She’s a liability and Daredevil doesn’t strike me as someone who has access to a doctor or medic.”

“Like he would even bother. He would spend time cultivating loyalty and make them fight for the few provisions they get. He has limits. He’s not going to risk it all getting her help.” She sighed. “I’m going to go meditate. I can’t focus right now. I need to be at my best for this bastard.”

Clint decided he would go to bed as well. They were regrouping in the afternoon. The night’s failure had not sat well with them all. If Stark was right (and reviewing footage showed he was) they had dived into the river then tracking them would be almost impossible without specialized tech.

At breakfast he could tell that Tony hadn’t slept. The sight of the girl and boy, wary and resigned to death, haunted him since they had vanished into the river with Daredevil. Clint had caught his expression when they had paused on the image.

The girl…her body could turn up in the river or maybe end up in a landfill. His helmet had gotten a good image of her and the description had already been sent to the morgues. If she turned up as a Jane Doe they would know.

Natasha had gone quiet when he had mentioned the possibly Russian boy. It wouldn't be the first time Russia had trained child soldiers and treated them like commodities. The boy was trained, very well and had for some time. It was unlikely Daredevjl had acquired him initially.

The afternoon came, Clint glanced at the security and cell phone footage of the girl. Her face in all them was intense and oddly emotionless aside from the dedication to battle. When Daredevil was with her she became more demure, that was the word that came to mind when he saw her. She smiled in one video, her face young and impossibly innocent with her training.

She was older than his children but that didn’t mean he couldn’t see his own kid in her, the what-ifs and potential for happiness. Just gone like that. He sighed and turned the footage off. They could avenge her at the least, bring Daredevil to justice and make sure he rotted in the darkest prison. Death was too good for that man. He deserved to suffer.

There were still others to save.

He stood up and walked to the conference room. It was early and empty. He glanced out the window. He caught sight of a white, red tipped cane and thought of Murdock. He felt like the man knew something. He had been responsible for following Murdock while Wilson had Nelson. There were times that Clint was sure he had been observing an empty apartment but the man hadn’t left at all.

Nelson had been easier to observe in the light of his apartment according to Wilson but he had been as boring as Murdock. In reality it was nice to follow a man and know he wasn’t going to be shot or need to shoot someone. Now he wished there had been something because he hadn’t killed anyone but someone still had died.

He sighed and sat down on a chair. The meeting room soon filled with their members. Stark was dead last. He looked tired but excited. Manic? Stark could get into episodes due to his genius. Bruce didn’t seem at all concerned meaning they had finished something.

“I have something.” Stark said excitedly. “Bruce can attest to my lack of insanity this time around.”

“This isn’t a murderbot.” Bruce assured them, which wasn’t at all reassuring.

“Yes. I bring to you the first in a new video surveillance. It’s not quite a drone. A JARVIS driven one. You all trust JARVIS.” Yeah, because he was the only one of Stark’s AI that didn’t cause a world destruction plot or evil personality.

He brought up a blue print. The explanation went over Clint’s head beyond certain features such as the fact that it would monitor Hell’s Kitchen for them and let them know if any of the kids or Daredevil were spotted via JARVIS. Five drones (they’re not drones!) would be there when they couldn’t. One would monitor Nelson and Murdock, just in case. The rest would span out.

“I have something to add.” Clint said. “Have we looked into the secretary?”

“No. Honestly she didn’t really come onto my radar.” Stark said and the others nodded.

“She’s a very vocal advocate of Daredevil.” Clint pointed out. “She was one of the first known people saved by him when he was the Man in the Mask.”

“You think she knows him?”

“It’s a possibility.” He explained. “It can’t hurt to look into her.”

“I did run her phone records etc.” Stark said. “When we started. I just didn’t dig into her too much. Aside from a big cash flow from a settlement, she didn’t trigger anything odd or suspicious.”

“Just an idea.” He said.

“So if they come, what we get there too late?”

“Nonesense, we have a team on standby and we get more footage. They’re based somewhere. If we can at least pinpoint where they’re coming from we can get a better idea of where to physically search.”

Clint nodded. It sounded good. They couldn’t keep stalking the neighborhood like they were and spread out on other duties. Not to mention Clint wanted to go home at some point. His family was used to him being away at months on end but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss them or visa versa.

So they waited. JARVIS let them know one of the kids was spotted that evening. He was the youngest, his face was covered in bruises and he was buying a hot dog from a street vendor. He vanished, somehow losing the drone but they got a confirmation that at least Daredevil wasn’t going to kill them all as liabilities.

Several more sightings appeared. All four children were confirmed alive and an area locked. Clint smirked. He knew it vaguely. Murdock’s church was located in the area.

He and Natasha were going to stake out the place tonight. They didn’t expect to find them but it would help eliminate areas and get more information about the layout. Daredevil knew Hell’s Kitchen, it was part of the reason he was able to get away so easily next time they found him.

I love this fill. Natasha's baggage. Clint's Papa Bear growling. Steve feeling manipulative but gritting his teeth. Matt having no idea what kind of storm is coming for him. Misunderstandings. <3

I do wonder how Stick would have gained access to all these kids. Are they all disabled, so his mentor schtick holds up? Did he actually buy them? I'm so into all of this. (Given that I can't imagine the Avengers leaving Stick alone once they know.)

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