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(OKAY looks like we are riding the matt/foggy train all the way to crazy town! which is great, because it gives me a chance to also awkwardly slide in my all-time mcu otp while i'm at it)

Over the next few weeks, Matt learns more about Sam Wilson than he ever wanted to know.

Sam goes down to the VA to counsel vets with PTSD whenever he's not tied up with Avengers work. Sam has a dry sense of humor that matches Foggy's sharp wit perfectly. Sam's parents were murdered when he was a kid, but instead of channeling his emotions through punching people, he went into social work instead. Sam still keeps in touch with all the people he's ever saved as a pararescue and gets Christmas cards from them every year. Sam goes to church every Sunday and always brings home-made pancakes and cookies with him for the other parishoners. Sam has a pet hawk who he literally rescued as a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest, because apparently the Second Coming has already happened and yea, the Messiah walks among mere mortals once more with a pair of steel wings strapped to his back.

In short, Sam Wilson might just be the only person in the entire world who's good enough for Foggy Nelson.

Which is great, of course. Matt is incredibly happy that his best friend's found the perfect romance that most people go searching their entire lives for, and that they're probably going to go off and start a charity helping little old ladies cross the street or something. It's honestly a completely coincidence that he snaps one of Karen's pens in half the first time Foggy comes into the office wearing the scent of sky and steel and smoke like a cologne. And if he happens to spill coffee all over Foggy's shirt that day, so what? He's blind, accidents happen.

He wonders how many rosaries Father Lathom would make him pray for getting the urge to trip the probable Second Coming with his cane just to see if the guy would do something as uncool as falling down. He's guessing the answer's somewhere around 'all of them'.

...okay, so maybe he isn't taking this sudden change in status quo as well as he could be. It's fine, Matt has a Plan. He's going to nod politely and make encouraging noises whenever Foggy gushes about his love life, and then he's going to completely ignore Sam Wilson's general existence and go beat up as many criminals as he can until he's managed to wrestle whatever this is he's feeling into submission. Sure, it might mean making increasingly evasive excuses every time Foggy invites him out to drinks with the two of them, but the nice thing about being a secret vigilante is that 'Can't, too busy punching people' never goes out of style.

It's the perfect plan, right up to the point that a rogue Hydra scientist decided that the best place to test his robosuit is smack-dab in the middle of Hell's Kitchen. Matt scowls as the jetpack he's been hearing for the last fifteen minutes cuts to a stop and the Falcon lands gracefully next to him. "I really don't need your help on this one, I can take care of it on my own."

"Oh, I'm not here to help you, DD." Sam's voice has a trace of awe in it. "I'm here because when someone tells me there's a dude calling himself Stilt-Man who's rampaging through Hell's Kitchen, you bet your ridiculously well-toned ass that I'm gonna go see that shit go down for myself."

"...does it look as stupid as it sounds?"

"His robosuit has a giant popped collar built into it," Sam says with glee.

Matt groans. "Let's just go kick this idiot's ass as fast as possible before I get too embarassed to live here anymore and have to move."

It takes the two of them about ten minutes to bring Stilt-Man - fucking seriously, what is his life - down, which is about ten minutes too long as far as Matt's concerned. When it's over, Sam claps him on the shoulder cheerfully. "Just got off the phone with Stark. He wants to buy the suit for research - or to put up as a trophy for everyone to laugh at, I'm not really sure which - so you can use that money to pay for any property damage that the guy might have caused," because of course Sam fucking Wilson would be considerate enough to think of that.

"Tell Iron Man thanks, and also that he better toss that suit into the scrap heap instead of making it into his next killer robot because I never want to fight something that stupid ever again. Stilt-Man," he says with disgust. "Next thing you know we'll be dealing with someone calling himself Lamp-Man. Or Bug-Man."

Sam's shoulders shift and Matt raises his eyebrows when he hears the other man's heartbeat suddenly jump up. "Yeah, uh, that definitely sounds like a power that's fake, and also stupid, and totally someone I could beat up easily if he were real."

"Uh-huh," Matt says, drawing the syllables out slowly as he smirks. "Something you want to tell the class, Falcon?"

"Oh look, a change of subject!" Sam coughs. "Listen, while I have you here - I'm grabbing dinner with Cap and Fog--"

"Secret identity," Matt hisses before he can finish that sentence.

"...we're on a roof."

"It doesn't matter, voices can carry!"

Matt's never been a hundred percent certain whether he can actually hear someone rolling their eyes, but he gets the feeling that Sam's doing it at him right now. "Fine, I'm grabbing dinner at Gazala's Place with Cap and an unnamed third party who you don't know and have never met. We're meeting up at said unnamed third party's apartment, you should come with. I'll text you the address, since you've never been there before in your life and also have the ability to read texts on your non-ADA compliant phone."

Matt's hands twist on his batons uncomfortably. Damn. He'd been distracted enough by the fight and banter that he'd almost forgotten why he isn't that eager to hang around Sam too much right now. "I wouldn't want to be a bother."

"You know, Steve said the exact same thing?" Definitely rolling his eyes. "I don't know why the two of you seem to think that it's some kind of hardship having fun with people we like, but I promise that it is not the sacrifice you're making it out to be."

Matt, who can hear Captain America's heartbeat speed up every time the Falcon so much as brushes up against him and thus has a few ideas of his own why he might also be reluctant to join in, wisely keeps his mouth shut on that front. "I'll think about it," he lies, because he honestly can think of few things less appealing than spending an entire evening huddled in awkward misery with Steve Rogers while their best friends snuggle in a cloud of rainbows and chirping bluebirds. He'd rather get his ass kicked by Nobu again. He'd rather get his ass kicked by Stilt-Man - no, maybe not that far.

"Uh-huh." Now it's Sam's turn to draw the sound out as dubiously as possible. "Look man, I don't want to pry or anything, but - are we cool?"

Oh hell, are they actually going to talk about this. "Uh, sure. Why wouldn't we be cool?" Maybe if he prays hard enough, God will grant him a pair of wings and jetpack too so he can fly away from this conversation.

"I don't know, you tell me." Sam's shoulder rises up and down in a shrug. "All I know is that you've turned down every invite we've offered so far, and Mr. Unnamed Third Party is getting kinda bothered about it. And clearly you like him just fine, so if there's some kind of issue here on my end, then get it off your chest and I'll do my best to fix it. Unless it's about my race, in which case you can go ahead and fuck yourself right off this building."

Guilt flushes through his entire body, hot and sudden. "I don't even know what race you are," he says hurriedly, which is true; unless it's specifically mentioned, everyone's pretty much defaulted to 'fiery blob' in his head for the past decade or so. But the shame that wells up in him at the realization that Sam might have been thinking that he had a problem with that - when the real problem here is that Matt is a selfish and immature asshole - is heavy enough to force some actual honesty from him. "It's nothing to do with you, I just. I'm not really into the idea of being the third wheel, that's all."

"Dude, I'm not inviting you out of pity," Sam says. "From what He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named tells me, and he talks about you a lot, you seem like a pretty cool guy. I'd offer even if I wasn't currently dating your best friend." He sighs and rubs the back of his head. "Look, I'm not trying to push you into doing something you're uncomfortable with. If you don't want to join us, that's totally fine, I won't say a word about it. I'm just letting you know that the door's open if you want it to be, and that we'd be more than happy for your company. I'll even crack a ton of really offensive blind jokes so you don't have to worry about being the most awkward person there."

Damn damn damn. And there's the problem with resenting someone from a distance - once they get up close, you remember that they're friendly and thoughtful and definitely don't deserve any of the terrible things running through your head, and you're left with hating no one but yourself.

He hears the sound of steel wings snapping open and takes a deep breath. "Falcon, wait." As Sam turns to him curiously, Matt walks slowly forward, using all his experience at terrifying criminals to loom as initimidatingly as he can. "Break Foggy's heart, and I'll break you," he says in tones of low menace, and doesn't even care if it's a cliche because he means every word of it. Then he takes a step back. "And I like the chicken kebabs at Gazala's. Since you're paying, you can get me a double."

Sam laughs. "Foggy did say you were kind of a dick," he says and takes off, leaving Matt on the rooftop alone. He sits there for a while, breathing in the city smog and feeling the air cool as the sun begins to set - then snarls and drives his fist so hard into the ground that he feels the skin on his knuckles break.

What is wrong with him? He's never felt this way about anyone Foggy's dated before. Sure, he hadn't exactly been friends with any of them, but at most there'd only been a mild irritation that none of them had been good enough for Foggy. Which obviously isn't the problem here because as far as ideal partners go, Sam's honestly better than anyone Matt could have hoped for: funny and smart and kind, noble and brave, and most importantly clearly appreciative of what a great catch he's landed. Foggy deserves to be with someone who won't lie to him, who won't make him stay up at night worrying for his safety. Who isn't a barely held together mess of guilt complexes and anger issues, and Sam's level of emotional stability is so solid that it should seriously qualify as a superpower. He should be feeling relieved that his best friend's found someone who Matt can get along with well, who knows his secret and even fights alongside him at times. Not this awful sickness that claws at his heart and burns fire along his veins, choking him from the inside out until he wants to scream.

It's not even like he's been pining or anything. Matt's had plenty of experience with pining, and what he feels for Foggy is nothing like the fiery obsession with Elektra where she occupied his every waking thought, or the bittersweet ache of missed chances with Claire, or even the fluttering whispers of what if what if possibility with Karen. It's more like - like a fact of life. Like the sound of his own heartbeat, a constant and steadbeat presence, not exactly forgotten but rather tuned out because the only other option would be to go insane. An unnoticed hum in the background, right up to the point where he gets stabbed in the chest by a knife and it suddenly becomes the most important sound in the world.

God, is he really such a selfish piece of shit that he'd think that Foggy would stay single forever? That no one else would ever see what an amazing person he was? That he'd be content with only friendship in his life and nothing more?

Why hadn't Matt realized how much he'd wanted something more until it was too late?

He needs - he needs time and distance to figure things out. He needs to stay the hell away from Foggy, because he's pretty sure that one look at his face right now would be enough to tell all the awful, selfish, bitter thoughts swimming under the surface. He can make his excuses later for missing dinner, pretend he'd been on his way before hearing someone being attacked. Foggy might even buy it.

...except Sam had said Foggy had been bothered by him constantly turning down their invites, hadn't he?

Matt shoves the palms of his hands into his eyes and groans, then takes off towards his apartment to change. He might be a terrible person, but for Foggy's sake, he can at least pretend to be a decent friend long enough to get through dinner.

I am loving this story! Poor Matt, if only Sam were more dislikable ;-)

Fine, I'm grabbing dinner at Gazala's Place with Cap and an unnamed third party who you don't know and have never met. We're meeting up at said unnamed third party's apartment, you should come with. I'll text you the address, since you've never been there before in your life and also have the ability to read texts on your non-ADA compliant phone."

Dying from laughter

Oh my god, Stilt-Man. xD I liked the Ant-Man reference too.

Aw, poor Matt. His pain is so fun to read about.

I bet Ant-Man would be Matt's favorite superhero if Matt foun out he kicked Sam's butt.

Oh god haha. I can only imagine the despair on Steve's end as he learns that Daredevil's dorky best friend slowly reveals himself to be kind of amazing.

Like, oh no, he's incredibly intelligent- he's a graduate from Columbia Law School. And he graduated WITH HONORS..

And instead of taking a high-paying corporate or government job he started a law firm with his best friend that regularly takes pro-bono cases and helps the community.

The night Hell's Kitchen got blown up he was at a little old lady's house trying to help her case against a powerful company .

And he's seen all the movies and knows all the music that Sam likes and gets all of his references.

And he doesn't come with the same baggage that Steve does, doesn't demand anything of Sam, does't drag him halfway around the world chasing leads on a dangerous assassin who almost killed both of them...

And here I am, loving all of this.

And he's seen all the movies and knows all the music that Sam likes and gets all of his references.

This had me cackling. Oh, poor Steve.

Op here: you rock. Now I want to read Steve bemoaning the fact he can't discuss stuff like 80's cartoons

AHAHA. Okay, in poor Steve's defense, he is actually handling this 10000% better than Matt is. Like in the Sam/Steve version of this fic that I may or may not ever write, Steve actually was planning on asking Sam out eventually (unlike a certain other goober who shall not be named). But right now his priority's on rehabilitating Bucky, and Sam's already given up so much of his life for him, and it would be unfair to all three of them for him to ask for more when his world pretty much revolves around one person right now.

But he did have plans for when Bucky got stable enough to support himself! Like full on roses, Marvin Gaye playing in the background, etc etc etc. And then Sam comes in one day going 'so you know the lawyer Daredevil works with, turns out he's actually really cute' and Steve's like...oh. Okay then, that's cool. So yeah, he's a little disappointed and a lot resigned, but not even remotely close to Matt's level of I fucked up I fucked up because he knows that he wouldn't have done anything differently even if he'd seen this coming (plus he doesn't have half the abandonment and self-loathing issues Matt does). And he actually means it when he says he doesn't want to be a bother, because he remembers being that awkward skinny kid that Bucky dragged along to all his dates and please don't make him go through that again Sam please he doesn't even understand half the things Foggy says.

Meanwhile, Bucky is just facepalming in a corner, because it's been seventy years Steve seriously how are you still so bad at this. And then he takes it upon himself to be the wingman Steve clearly needs and is exactly as terrible at it as you would expect from a guy who's been a brainwashed assassin for half a decade (Hey Sam, did you know Steve can do a thousand push-ups with one hand, can your lawyer friend do that, I'm just saying???).

I love it when author!anons give us a peak behind the curtain. :D

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I am dying from the giggles author anon. Now I want to read about Foggy babbling at Steve and Steve just nodding politely because he doesn't want to slow the conversation down with questions.

AND WINGMAN BUCKY YESSSS.

"Bucky, why's you through my suit in the dryer on high heat?? It's way too tight now!"

"All's fair in love and war, Steve. You gotta play dirty to survive."

This continues to be fantastic. :D :D :D

Is your MCU OTP Sam/Stilt-Man? DON'T LIE.

OP here again. I'm loving every single word you write and- because I'm a horrible person - enjoying watching Matt suffer.

To answer a previous part, I preffer Matt/Foggy. ALSO MANAGED TO FIT SAM/STEVE, A PAIRING I LOVE LIKE LIKE THE BURNING OF A THOUSAND SUNS (and thanks to the anon comment above I'm also enjoying Steve pinning. Again, terrible person

this fic continues to be brilliant and i want to roll around in it squeaking with glee. oh matt.

Oh, gosh, I really hope you continue this, author!anon. It's one of my favorites on the meme. <3 It's funny and heart wrenching and ugh. Love it.

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