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Um... wow. Foggy didn't know Matt could make such loud growling noise.

He glanced at the superheroes again. Since the robot fight ended Captain America had acquired a black-eye, Scarlet Witch was limping and Falcon's face was gory from a bleeding nose. And... for some reason Matt had been pancaked to the ground so now Daredevil was doing his best turtle-flipped-on-his-back impression, trying desperately to get up from the street and failing so hard. Foggy blinked. Oh, that was Thor's hammer on Matt's chest. Well, that explained it.

Actually, it was a pretty damned hilarious sight and Foggy couldn't help grinning as his fingers twitched for his phone. Oh sweet Jesus, he hoped someone was recording this. He needed video of this glorious moment. If only so he could play it over and over whenever Matt was being a stubborn ass about something.

So pretty much all the time.

But Foggy should probably go over to Matt and to let him know he was okay before Daredevil gave himself a stroke or something equally terrifying.

Abruptly, Foggy's attention went back to Victor when he finally dawned on him that the man had been slowly and subtly reeling him in until Foggy was pressed tight up against his side.

Okay, full body metal armor was not comfortable. Cool looking, hell yeah. Comfy for Foggy's delicate lawyer skin, yeah not so much.

“You know, I'd love to Victor, but its not a good time right now,” Foggy said regretfully. It wasn't even a lie. He'd been hearing about Victor's struggles with helping Latveria for years, mostly by snail mail (at least until Victor managed to get their internet infrastructure up and going) so Foggy had grown invested in learning what his ex-boyfriend and current friend had being doing with the country. Foggy cursed the damned metal faceplate all over again for the fact that he couldn't read Victor's expression. Although it did seem to have the freaky effect of enhancing Victor's sad-puppy eyes.

“I have to be in court tomorrow morning, but I should be free after 3PM. How about we meet up for dinner?” Foggy added desperately, unable to resist trying to make the other man feel better. Goddamnit, he was such a sucker for the puppy eyes. Foggy laid the blame for his weakness squarely on Matt's shoulders. Thank god, the lawyers he faced in court hadn't figured that out yet.

“Tomorrow will be acceptable,” Victor said quietly. He sighed and his voice dropped low. “I have missed you, Foggy. It has been too long.”

“Yeah, I've missed you too,” Foggy said, blinking back a sting of tears. It had been far too long since he'd seen the guy in the flesh... or armor... whatever. Overwhelmed, Foggy gave in to his budding need and flung his arms around Victor. Foggy gave him the hardest hug of his life. Most painful one too.

Okay, just for the record, armored hugs sucked. Zero out of ten, would not recommend.

But... this was Victor. Foggy would do more than give himself weird bruises for a hug from the guy. He'd been dating the guy when the lab accident happened which had scarred him up. It had taken weeks for Victor to stop flinching away from him. And just as Victor had started to get better... he'd had to go back to Latveria. Foggy always wistfully regretted that they had to break up because neither of them had been willing to try to keep up a long-distance, long-term relationship. At the time, he'd been half in love with the guy when Victor had left.

Victor returned the hug gently, no doubt knowing exactly how unyielding his armor was before he reluctantly let Foggy go.

“I will send a car to you to bring you here,” Victor said. “I have been wanting to show you the results of my years long work to improve my country to make better than it had been before. To make it a place where its citizens no longer have to live in fear. I would show you the glory which has flourished under Doom's guidance.”

Foggy had a weird sense of deja vu. As if he'd heard similar words spoken with the same passion before and for a disturbing moment he didn't know if he'd been them from Matt or Fisk. He shook off his unease and instead smiled brightly at Victor. Victor had always been a passionate guy. “I'd like that. I'll see you tomorrow. It's a date, man.” Foggy turned around and walked cautiously around the standing robots. None made a move to him, but the memory of looking directly into gun-barrels wasn't going to go away anytime soon. He walked past the gates of the embassy, only to nearly jump out of his skin when a thick dark-metal barrier slammed close behind him.

“Right,” Foggy muttered. Not creepy at all.

Foggy hurried over to where Daredevil was still flat on the street.

“Get this thing off me,” Matt growled, his voice was so heavy with the threat of violence that Foggy faltered for a second. And he knew Matt wasn't gonna hurt him.

“Okay, but don't fight us again, Daredevil,” Captain America said.

Thor just had his arms crossed across his chest and from the way he was frowning down at Matt, it didn't look he planned on letting him up anytime soon. Fortunately, before Foggy was forced to yell at scary super-powered people for the way they were treating his partner, Vision reached down and plucked Thor's hammer off Matt's chest.

“Now where do you think you're going?”

Foggy froze in place as he felt a sharp something being pressed against his neck. Oh, so there was Hawkeye.

“Um...” he tried to say.

“Why is a tyrannical megalomaniac welcoming you with open arms? Who are you?” hissed Hawkeye into Foggy's ear.

Foggy was not happy to learn that arrows were as scary as guns when they were pointed at you.

“Get away from him!” Matt bellowed in fury. He freaking moved so fast it was like he'd teleported over to spin-kick Hawkeye away from Foggy.

“Daredevil! Could you stop beating the crap out of everyone for ten seconds?” Falcon demanded, sounding nasally. His right hand was clamped tight on his bloody nose. “Just ten seconds, man. Come on.”

Foggy inhaled for the first time in what felt like an hour. Okay, Matt just earned himself a moratorium on Foggy making fun of his ninja flippy moves for at least a month. Maybe two months.

“Foggy, are you okay? I can smell bruises!” Matt asked frantically, as he rushed back to Foggy and started patting from head to toe as he could also feel the bruises and not just sniff them out.

“Wait, you know this guy?” Iron Man demanded as the visor of his helmet flipped open and revealed – to Foggy at least – the far less intimidating face of Tony Stark. “How do you know someone so chummy with Copycat-Me and not have beaten their faces to pulp yet?”

“Yeah, I'm okay M-um-Daredevil. Wait...you can smell bruises?” Foggy asked Matt, thrown off-guard. Every time it felt like he'd finally gotten a handle on Matt's powers, the guy would go and throw him another curve-ball. And... now he was feeling self-conscious all over again over what else Matt could smell on him (it had taken weeks for him to stop compulsively showering multiple times a day). Also could he smell Victor on him? Because Matt seemed to rubbing everywhere Victor had touched with a grip that was blowing past concerned and platonic and heading straight into sexual harassment territory.

“Yeah, nothing more than a couple of bruises,” Foggy managed to strangle out as he took a hasty step away from Matt before he embarrassed himself in front of God and Captain America. Shit, Matt could probably smell it if he got a boner. Yeah, no. That wasn't happening. He'd been keeping a lid on that shit for years. He wasn't going to accidentally open up that particular can of worms just because Matt was suddenly weirdly gropey.

Matt's gloved hands twitched and he reached for Foggy but dropped them before he made contact again.

“How do you know Victor von Doom?” Black Widow asked coolly, slipping up next to Foggy and scaring the daylights out of him all over again. Jesus, bad enough Matt did that to him all the time and now other superheroes were doing it too. Although, Black Widow looked like she was wouldn't hesitate to kick his ass if Foggy didn't answer her question. Like right now.

“We used to date in college,” Foggy blurted out.

Black Widow's only reaction was a double-blink.

The response of the other Avengers was more along the lines of slack-jawed incredulity. Foggy tried not to feel offended at the disbelief painted bold in Tony Stark's face.

Matt's reaction concerned Foggy the most. Bared teeth should not be that bloody. Did he get punched in the face again? And from the way Matt's hands were flexing he was thinking of punching someone. A lot.

“What? Really? You willingly dated a guy named Doom?” Hawkeye asked, as he strolled back from wherever Matt had kicked him. He laughed and shook his head. “And you guys tell me I have a lousy sense of self-preservation.”

“It's not like he picked his last name,” Foggy protested, offended on Victor's behalf.

Vision broke in to say, “Avengers, we are currently being monitored by Doom's security camera. Although, I have managed to restrict the audio pickups, I can not guarantee that Doom wouldn't be able to circumvent my interference soon. He is highly skilled.”

“But not better than me right?” Tony demanded.

“Okay, everyone, you heard Vision. Let's fall back to safer location,” Captain America ordered. He turned to Foggy.

Foggy had resist the urge to come to attention and salute. With both hands.

“You need to come with us, we need to debrief on any intelligence you have on Doom,” he added.

“I'm coming with him,” Matt growled, actually putting himself between Foggy and the rest of the Avengers as if he stood a chance of stopping them. Foggy's heart was a total sucker and melted at that.

“Fine, Thor take Daredevil. Vision if you'd take... umm... Mr. Foggy, to Avengers tower.”

“Just Foggy is fine,” Foggy sighed. And then to his horror, for the second time that day he found himself being picked up by a robot before rocketing off into the sky.

He swears his scream of terror was completely and totally justified.

Beautiful, totally loving this story. Poor sweet, kind, caring Foggy.

Great fill. Poor Matt is freaking the heck out. Foggy seems confused. Maybe he needs to grab a bit of clue? Hahahhahha
Poor Matt. Can't help but feel for him. Might be good turn around for all the times he's gotten himself into situations with Foggy on the sidelines just watching and going- what just happened?

Foggy being ofended in Doom's name it's teh ebst thing LMAO.

he will eb like
"He wasnt liek that before, he was just this sweet guy with an incredible body and we hit it off. Man the sex was incredible"
And Matt will be growling

Matt grumbling, "I'll show you 'the sex was incredible.'"

Foggy whips his head around. "What?"

Matt turns crimson. "Nothing!"

YAAAAS. *sets up camp*

Setting up camp right next to you. *presents you with a bag* Blueberry?

Foggy was never flying Avengers Air again. If there was some sort of lifelong quota for flying without a helicopter or a plane then he'd not only met it, he'd exceeded all requirements. Never again. The only person he'd trust to pick him up and fling him through the air began and ended with Matt. And as far as he knew flying was not one of Daredevil's superpowers so the question was moot.

Although, he found himself honestly wishing that Matt could, if only so that they could book it out of here and get back to Hell's Kitchen.

Because being surrounded by eight costumed people was more intimidating than Foggy would've ever guessed. Okay, so he should have known that a team who could fight off the machine uprising (the first one), and an alien invasion would have some skills at being able to scare him. It was just... Foggy had been working with a hero sample size of one here, okay, and Matt wasn't exactly scary to him. Actually when Matt had first shown him the new costume Foggy had stared for a minute before asking in his best Austin Powers voice: “Do I make you horny, baby?” Which had made Matt blush bright red. Foggy had then laughed for a full ten minutes only forced to stop once Matt started beating him up with a couch cushion (also the realization that he had a whole new field of jokes for making fun of Matt had made Foggy cackle loudly 'cause he'd been retreading his blind jokes a lot over the years and he really needed new material).

Okay, it probably didn't help that none of the Avengers looked happy with him or Matt. Even Captain America had his arms folded as he eyed Foggy through his one good eye (Matt so needed to head to confession for hitting Captain America). So yeah, having the Avengers glowering at him wasn't at all relaxing. Foggy's heartbeat was galloping away.

Thank god for Matt. Even as scary as it was to have the attention of the Avengers, Matt kept circling Foggy's chair like a protective guard dog, even growling at the superheroes when one strayed too close.

It was so damned reassuring, Foggy nearly cried in relief.

“So, what kind of name is Foggy?” Tony Stark asked idly from where he stood behind a bar, doing something which made a lot of clinking glass noises.

“The kind I picked for myself because I hate my first name,” Foggy admitted. He peered over at Stark. “I don't suppose you have anything there with an eel in it?”

“Eel?” The Falcon, asked. Foggy was glad to see his nose had finally stopped bleeding, and with access to a clean towel he'd also stopped looking like an extra for a zombie movie.

“Honestly, I'll take anything, even eel excluded, Falcon,” Foggy admitted.

“Call me, Sam.”

“What you could do for us, Foggy, is answer our questions,” Captain America said, firmly. “Starting with, what's your real name?”

“And how exactly did you pick up Daredevil as a bodyguard?” Hawkeye added, looking at Matt warily as he rubbed at his side where Matt had kicked him. “And don't say you dated him in college too.”

Foggy barely bit back the 'I wish' before it slipped out. He didn't even want to think about the jump heartbeat just did and which Matt could hear.

“And what is the nature of your relationship with a vile oppressor like Victor von Doom?” Thor asked coolly. Um... wow, he had a lot of muscles.

“Look just because Victor's an ex it doesn't mean he isn't a friend,” Foggy answered, ignoring the Daredevil question. Not answering anything about dating Matt while Matt was in hearing distance, nope. “As for my real name...” He glanced over at Daredevil. “What do you think, Daredevil?”

As far as Foggy knew, Matt hadn't exactly been sharing and caring with the Avengers. They knew about his super-senses only because they were both advantage and weakness in a fight, so to incorporated into any battle plans they had to know about them. But they didn't know Daredevil was blind (it was too defining a characteristic, apparently, for Matt to share). And they sure as hell didn't know Daredevil was Matt Murdock. Letting them know about Foggy could too easily lead back to Matt if they dug enough.

Foggy would lie to Captain America's face without thinking twice or blinking if it meant protecting Matt even if his inner ten year old howled in protest like a banshee at the very idea.

Matt's gloved hand dropped gently onto Foggy's right shoulder. “You can tell them, Foggy.”

“Well, if you're sure...” Foggy sighed, and hoped this wouldn't be a mistake. “My name is Franklin Nelson, I really do prefer Foggy.”

“You are an attorney in Hell's Kitchen,” Vision said, his eyes were distant as if he was looking at something else. “Graduate cum laude from Columbia. Named partner in the firm of Nelson and Murdock, who were instrumental in securing the witness testimony of NYPD Detective Carl Hoffman which led to the arrest of Wilson Fisk and Senator –”

“So you're a good guy,” Stark interrupted, as he strolled over to Foggy. There were two drinks in his hand. He made to hand one over to Foggy but was intercepted by Matt, who pointedly took the glass and sniffed the contents before passing the drink on to Foggy.

Okay, he loved how protective Matt was being right now, considering how vulnerable Foggy was feeling, but he was going too far if he suspected the Avengers of trying to poison him... or maybe he just thought Stark would slip him a truth serum. Shit, veritaserum didn't really exist in real life, did it? God, it probably did. There was a Norse God in the room with him right this minute! Shit.

“A good guy, at least on paper,” the Black Widow added from out of Foggy's line of sight.

Foggy nearly spilled his drink as he jerked his head to where she was standing. He'd nearly forgotten about her. Although she wasn't anywhere near him, she'd still put herself at his back and had been so quiet he'd forgotten she was there. Foggy's far-too-excellent memory reminded him of some of the articles he'd read about 'Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow' post the implosion of SHIELD. Assassin as well as master spy and interrogator. Right.

Foggy turned back around to swallow down the whiskey in his hand in a single gulp.

Still, her implications pissed him off more than they scared him. “And in real life too!” Foggy said firmly. “I wouldn't have gotten myself involved in that mess if I hadn't believed taking down Fisk was the right thing to do.” Foggy's jaw clenched as he thought of Elena and Ben. “I lost too many people I cared about to that bastard.” He sighed heavily, and stared down at the empty tumbler in his hand.

“Foggy,” Matt said so softly Foggy barely heard it. He did appreciate the feel of his friend pressing closer, though.

Having Matt near always gave him courage. Foggy sighed softly, raising his head to look up at the superheroes. “Just ask me what your questions. I can't promise I know the answer. I just want to be done here so we can go home. Daredevil needs to ice his feelers after all the robots he's been punching.”

Matt's snort of laughter was quickly suppressed but Foggy saw more than one Avengers' eyebrow go up in surprise.

“Then lets get started,” Captain America said.

AN: ugg, fill got too long i had to split it up.
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It wasn't too surprising to Foggy when it turned out he couldn't help the Avengers after all. Foggy hadn't even known Victor had gone and led a successful coup against the leadership of Latveria five years ago, let alone that he'd gone – allegedly – power-crazy and now ruled the country with a literal iron fist.

In their sporadic contact Victor spent more time talking about his worries for his country and his frustrations over their progress, or even simply asked Foggy about how his life was going. His letters were never very long. Victor didn't even manage to have much of personal life – at not one he shared about – because his only obsession for the last several years was Latveria. So Foggy just didn't remember anything which the Avengers could use. Something he was secretly grateful for. The more questions about Victor they kept asking him the more certain Foggy grew that he was edging closer and closer to betraying his friend. He hated feeling this way.

“I say we have Wanda get what we need from his mind.”

“Like hell! Violating the privacy of my mind is freaking creepy. Get a warrant first, asshole!” Foggy said through gritted teeth as he glared at Stark. And good luck getting a judge to sign off on that bullshit!

“Think about what you just said,” Matt hissed, with a ferocious scowl. “And then think about what I'll do if you try it.” The faint creak of his gloved hands curling into fists was a clear warning. Foggy hoped the Avengers were smart enough to see those fists for the alarms they were.

“I wouldn't,” Scarlet Witch said earnestly, “At least not without a good reason. Not anymore.”

Weirdly, Foggy believed her. Her eyes looked so pained. It tugged at his heartstrings. He calmed down. “Look, it's not my fault I don't know about whatever you guys are looking for. I dated the guy in college. Years ago. And yeah, we keep in touch, but its mostly updates every couple of months to check in with each other that we're still alive. It's not my fault most of what I know about him are things like his favorite food and drinks, tastes in movies, whether he's a 'boxers or briefs' guy or how very good he is bed.”

Next to him, Matt's jaw went so tense it was a wonder to Foggy how he hadn't managed to crack a tooth yet.

Sam said, “I don't think this is actually helping us, guys.”

“I agreed,” Romanoff said, as looked up from a tablet she'd started to play with during question time, “And while Mr. Nelson is helping to provide a complete picture of Doom's psyche profile, its not what we need to know. We need to find out where Doom got the tech for his robots and his armor.”

“It's it obvious?” Foggy asked, earning himself the stare of all the Avengers. Foggy rolled his eyes at the blank expression on the faces of the superheros.

“What do you mean, Mr. Nelson?” asked Captain America. The Captain had asked Foggy to call him Steve but Foggy couldn't even bring himself to think it let alone actually call him by his first name aloud. Another reason why he didn't want the Scarlet Witch to take a jaunt through his mind. His inner fanboy shrieking of 'It's Captain America! Here! Captain America!' was too damned embarrassing. He had his pride.

Although he wasn't so proud that he wasn't planning on asking the Captain for an autograph before he and Matt left.

“Victor isn't calling himself Doctor Doom out of a sense of alliteration. The man has more degrees and PhDs than I have fingers. He wasn't a student, he was teaching at Columbia when we were dating.”

“You were dating a professor?” Matt asked, surprise. He scowled, “How did I not know about this?”

“Not one of ours! I was young and stupid with lust, okay, he so hot I just hit on him without even thinking,” Foggy added hastily. Matt's scowl just got darker. “Anyway I think you were dating your Greek girl at the time so you were pretty distracted, buddy.” Foggy looked back to the Avengers. “What I'm trying to say here, is that Victor didn't need to steal Stark's technology in order to build his robots. He has the knowledge and brains to built it all on his own.”

Stark didn't look like he believed it. His infamous ego probably couldn't handle it.

“That's not good, guys,” Sam said, worriedly.

“Yeah, that actually means Doom is even more dangerous than we thought,” Captain America agreed. “We need to verify this intel. We need access to the Latverian computers.”

Foggy's skin itched as the Avengers turned to look at him.

“No,” Matt said flatly. The way he bared his teeth and dipped his head as he set his shoulders into a defensive stance came off weird. Like he was planning on ramming the Avengers with the horns if they annoyed him. “Foggy stays safe. He is not getting involved with this.”

“He's already is involved, Daredevil,” Romanoff said, staring at Matt as if she was trying to intimidate him with it. Ha! Good luck with that. “He's known Victor von Doom for along time. That makes him an invaluable asset.”

“Foggy. Stays. Safe.” Matt repeated.

“And according to my hearing, Doom has welcomed him to return to the Latverian embassy as early as tomorrow evening,” Vision said. “It is a prime opportunity to access any database which is off the Doombot network I was monetarily able to access.”

“Wait. You were hacking into the Victor's robots? Which were in the embassy? On Latverian soil?” Foggy asked in disbelief. “You know, my specialty isn't international law, but I'm pretty sure you guys can't do that.” Foggy stiffened. “Is that why Victor's robots attacked? Did he figure out what you were doing? He said you guys triggered the automatic defenses.”

“That was unexpected,” Vision agreed. “I had not predicted such a violent reaction.”

Captain America leaned forward. “Mr. Nelson, you are the only one who can help us. We need access to the embassy.”

“No!” Matt growled.

“We would be nearby to help get Foggy out of there in case anything goes wrong,” Sam added.

“Nothing would be able to stop me from getting to the Son of Nel,” Thor added helpfully. “I would swear an oath to his safety if it would please you, Daredevil.”

“And not even the Doombots can get past Iron Man,” Tony said cheerfully.

“This is intel which we badly need,” Romanoff said firmly. “For the last five years, Doom as locked down the borders of Latveria so that no one could enter or leave. His arrival here in New York for the UN summit is the first time in years anyone has ever left the country. We need Mr. Nelson to be able to get the answers about what has happened to the people there. There are families who don't know if their loved ones are dead or alive.”

Foggy didn't need to be a mind-reader to know that Matt was wavering in his conviction. Romanoff knew exactly which buttons to push.

Hell, he was wavering too. Five years? Victor was keeping people out of Latveria, keeping people from leaving, from talking to their families for five years? That... that was not a good sign.

And yet... Foggy couldn't help but remember a letter Victor had sent him two years ago in March. It had been a brief letter. But in it Victor had written of how he'd cried, actually cried tears of joy, because for the first winter in decades no child in Latveria had starved or died of exposure over the winter.

In a year, Victor had same reaction when he extended his news to cover all of Latveria's citizens.

Foggy didn't know how that Victor could b the same Victor as the one the Avengers kept telling him was a brutal dictator. It was of if they were two separate people. Victor had always been so good to him.

Victor was his friend. Foggy would have to hear the truth from him for himself.

Foggy made a loud 'BTZZZ' noise like a game show buzzer as well as a 'T', signaling time out with as big a gesture as he could make with his arms. “I think you guys are getting ahead of yourselves. Who says I'll do it?”

The Avengers all turned to him.

“Are you kidding?” Stark asked, arching a dark eyebrow. “So much for being a good guy.”

Foggy glared at them all and he got to his feet. He was done. “No, I'm not kidding. You people seem to be forgetting one thing. Victor is my friend. And yeah, I may not agree with the choices he is making. No doubt he's doing things other people will see as wrong, and illegal, and probably violent. I certainly don't agree with his current clothing choices, but then I don't agree with this guy's horns--” Foggy jerked a thumb over to Matt, “but I'm not condemning Victor right off the bat.”

Next to him, Matt had frozen in place so thoroughly it looked like he'd stopped breathing.

“I'm going to talk to Victor. And yeah, I probably won't like most of what I'll find out. I'm not so far in denial that I'm ignoring the possibility.” Foggy glared at the group of heroes who'd saved the world way more often than he ever had. “But I sure as hell am not going to use his trust, his friendship, as a weapon against him.

I would never do that to anyone I cared for. Never.”

Foggy grabbed Matt by the elbow and tugged him away. “We're leaving now. Don't try to stop us,” Foggy called back to the Avengers.

Foggy half-expected Matt to interject some words of protest. Or to try to convince Foggy to change his mind. If there was one thing which had sunk in post learning about Matt's superhero gig it was how deeply Matt need to help actually ran, that he could no longer stand by and do nothing when people were in danger. Foggy personally blamed Matt's Thurgood Marshall obsession, and yeah, also the super-senses. So he pretty much expected Matt to try to talk him into going back to help the Avengers.

But as the elevator doors opened Matt only said, “I think its better if Foggy Nelson isn't seen walking into Hell's Kitchen with Daredevil at his side. I'll catch up with you, okay?”

“Oh, right,” Foggy said startled, letting go of Matt's elbow as if it burned. He hadn't been thinking of how it would look if he stormed out of the Avenger's Tower dragging along Daredevil for company. Honestly, he'd just been thinking he and Matt need to leave.

Before Foggy stepped into the elevator, Matt grabbed him pulled him into a tight hug.

Oh. Now this was a good hug. Foggy wrapped his arms around Matt and held him close. Daredevil armor was so comfortable compared to what Victor had been wearing. Yeah, this was definitely a '9 out of 10, would recommend' hug (it lost a point for the horns).

He could revel in being close to Matt for hours.

“I'll find you at your apartment later,” Matt said quietly. “And then you and I are going to have a long discussion on how you nearly died today and how you aren't allowed to do that ever again.”

Oh crap.

The hug was trap. Damn it, why was he such a sucker for Matt hugs?

“You scared the hell out of me, Foggy.” Matt's voice was thick as if he was fighting back tears.

Foggy's eyes stung with tears. “I know, Matt.”

Matt squished him even tighter until Foggy was certain he would was going to end up with more interesting bruises to his current collection before Matt finally let go. Foggy reluctantly pulled back. Instincts from years of being a Murdock-whisperer made him think that Matt needed more but the only route there involved kisses and... yup, there was Foggy smacking that loosening lid down.

Foggy cleared his throat as he walked backward into the elevator. “You get home safe too, buddy.” As the elevator doors closed he shouted, “And I meant it about icing your feelers!”

Matt's faint chuckle sparked off a warm glow which settled in his chest was nearly as satisfying as the hug.

What an excellent story you have going. Foggy is hilarious. I love the mutual pining going on. I wonder if Matt was upset about Foggy saying he wouldn't condemn Dr Doom right away because hadn't Foggy kind of condemned Matt right away? ( at least to Matt's POV...)
I love how protective Matt is being.
AND Foggy the spy! (maybe)
Awesome fill!

Doom is not stupid, eh probably put some little robot on Foggy and heard what the Avenegrs and Foggy said about him.
He will be pleased with Foggy. I kind of want them to hook before both agree that they are betetr as fuck buddies than anything else xD

Ah, I love this fill! Thanks, anon. Looking forward to more.

ahhh I am so in love with this! i can't wait for more :D

This is so cute!

This is so good! Foggy/Doom is not a pairing I'd ever considered before, and now I'm hooked. Can't wait for more.

Foggy got as far as six steps into the lobby of the Avenger's Tower before one of the security people flagged him down.

“Mr. Nelson?”

“Yeah, that's me,” Foggy said cautiously.

He was approached by an attractive blonde woman in an outfit so tight he couldn't help but wonder if Stark had a hand in designing it. Scratch that, he knew Stark had a hand in the design, although from the quick glance he gave the other security people, it seemed Stark was an equal opportunity lech. Or maybe –grudgingly willing to give Stark the benefit of a doubt– the security guys subscribed to Matt level standards in fighting outfits (aka skin-tight), in which case Foggy was keeping his eyes above the neck because this lady could probably kick his ass while blindfolded, with both hands tied behind her back and not even have a hair out of place afterward.

“Ms. Romanoff asked me to give this to you,” said the blonde, holding out a leather covered tablet. Her smile was polite and professional, and not the least bit curious as to why an Avenger would want Foggy to have something. And considering how he was currently dressed like any Joe Schmoe off the street, since Foggy had been doing a grocery run when all hell had broken loose, Foggy found it hard to believe she wasn't wondering even a little bit over what was going on.

Unless she was a robot. Which honestly wasn't out of the realm of possibility here considering how his day had been going.

“Ah, thanks.” Warily, Foggy accepted the tablet, he realized with a start it looked like the same one which Black Widow had been messing with upstairs. No way... there was no way she could have gotten it down here and ready for Foggy just like that. It had barely been five minutes since Foggy had stormed away from the Avengers.

With a sinking feeling Foggy realized that every scary expectation he had about Natasha Romanoff was actually underestimating her. Yeah, the scary was up to eleven now.

Oh god, this meant that at some point Matt would probably end up dating the woman.

Foggy was going to start making plans now to be out of the country when that happened. Now the question was would that be far enough? Aliens were a thing that were real, could he possibly get a ride off the planet?

“Would you like me to call you a cab, sir?” the blonde asked politely, breaking his train of terrorized – and jealous – thought.

Foggy tucked the tablet under his left arm and tried to smile his best 'I'm friendly and don't bite' smile. “Sure, that be great... I don't suppose you could but it on the Avengers' tab? Its kinda their fault I'm here in the first place.”

The blonde's politely smile dimpled into genuine amusement. “I'll see what I can do.”

Foggy's smile brightened.

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Considering the lateness of the hour and how Stark was picking up the fare, Foggy felt no guilt whatsoever about running up the cabbie's meter while making him wait as he finally got his grocery run in. All the while, he firmly ignored the presence of the IronPad tablet. Even going to far as to leave it on the backseat of the cab, half-hoping it would be gone by the time he got back.

Not that he was that lucky.

It was just... he was worried about what he'd find in it. He had a solid suspicion on what it could be. The SHIELD files on Ms. Romanoff had been pretty thorough in evaluation her technique when it came to persuasion. The woman didn't give up. She merely changed her approach. Tailoring it to her target. Which, in this case, was him, which was frankly completely terrifying. Foggy was not used to being the target of a super-assasin-spy and it gave him the willies.

So considering how intent the Avengers had been about picking Foggy's brain on Victor, he was fairly certain there would be more 'persuasive arguments' in that tablet about how bad Victor was, and how they needed Foggy to get into the embassy. Foggy didn't know if he could read whatever was on the tablet and be able to face Victor tomorrow.

So he resolved ignored it. Yep. That was what he was doing.

Shit.

Foggy had the sinking realization that he wouldn't be able to resist his own curiosity much longer about two minutes from his apartment.

So he did the only thing he could think of.

He made the cabbie turn around and stop at the office so he could hide the tablet in his work desk until the next day.

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At his apartment Foggy had started to pull out everything he'd need for dinner having decided that he wasn't in the mental place for anything complicated so he'd just make pork-chops on fried rice (but enough for two in case Matt did stop by if not breakfast was done early before it struck him that he'd saved a some of the letters from Victor. Hell, there were probably emails from him in his account still.

He found only three physical letters, wrinkled and food-stained and acting as bookmarks in the handful of law textbooks he'd valued enough to keep. They rest seemed to be gotten lost along the way. Also none of the letters were practically helpful. They only had questions over Foggy's life and Victor's frustration over the development of an education system which would fulfill the potential of all Latveria's children. Pretty typical stuff for anyone in politics, in Foggy's opinion. Well, at least if the politician in charge actually gave a damn about people and the future of their country. Which was really a point in Victor's favor if Foggy was willing to keep track.

He was on his couch, his laptop balanced on one knee and his dinner on the other as he sifted thoroughly what felt like an infinite ocean of old emails. He was mentally swearing to actually use his delete button once in a while when Matt opened the living room window without so much a warning knock.

It nearly gave Foggy a heart-attack.

“Jesus, Matt! Don't do that!” Foggy yelped, as he barely managed to keep his dinner or his laptop from diving for the floor. They did not have the budget for Foggy to get a new computer. Although, maybe he could pawn off the IronPad the Avenger had given him for it. Hmm...

“Sorry Foggy, I thought you heard me,” Matt said quietly. He closed the curtains behind him (curtains which Foggy had to invest in just to keep any nosy neighbors in the building across the street from peering in and seeing Daredevil chatting with him) and pulled off the helmet.

“I made dinner, if you haven't eaten yet,” Foggy said, shifting the laptop over to the cheap Ikea coffee-table before heading to his tiny kitchen. “Or are you just making a pitstop before you go back to flipping over rooftops?” He glanced over to the microwave's clock and blinked at how late it had gotten. Okay, it wasn't actually late for him, but whenever he was in court the next morning, Foggy liked to be in bed nice and early. If only so that he could awake enough to prod Matt into getting his morning started too. To the surprise of absolutely no one, being a nighttime vigilante and being a morning person did not go hand in hand.

And judges weren't particularly forgiving of the 'I overslept because I was up all night' excuse for lawyers who showed up late to their courtroom.

“Although considering the full morning we have tomorrow I think its bedtime for all good little superheroes and lawyers,” Foggy added cheerfully. “But dinner first, I know you haven't eaten yet.”

“I don't care about the food. Foggy! I just...” Matt stopped right next to him. His hands were clenching and opening as if they were following a silent beat. “You nearly died today, Foggy. You can't do that!”

Ah, the threatened discussion was actually here. Damn. Here Foggy had been holding onto hope that Matt had forgotten. Which, in retrospect was a really dumb thing to hope for. Matt could shame elephants with his memory.

“I know, I know that was stupid thing to do, Matt,” Foggy sighed. And yeah, he was sorry he scared Matt. Shit, he was sorry he'd scared himself. He'd be facing those gun-barrels again his nightmares, something he was not looking forward to, hell no.

But...

“I wasn't about to walk away where I knew you were in the thick of it, Matt,” Foggy added, stubbornly. What if Matt had needed him? While there was a lot of new things he'd learned about Matt since finding out the truth about him being a vigilante-slash-superhero, the realization that he couldn't trust Matt to look out for his own well being was one of the hardest to face. Not... not in the sense of taking care of himself day to day (he wasn't about to start treating Matt like glass, it was the guy's number one pet peeve for a reason), but more along the lines of how Matt could get hurt so badly he would be dying and he still wouldn't take himself to the hospital.

So Foggy made it his job, as his best friend, to keep an eye on the injury level since Matt sucked so hard at self-reporting how badly he was hurt (his habit of downplaying it just made Foggy think everything was ten times worse). And often the only way to make sure that Matt wasn't internally bleeding or walking on broken legs or something like that was for Foggy to actually pay attention to his battles.

“You can't –you can't–” Matt stuttered. He stepped so close with his clenched hands raised that for a split second Foggy honestly thought Matt would hit him. But then he noticed the unhappy slant of Matt's mouth and the wetness of his eyes as Matt curled his hands around Foggy's Columbia t-shirt. The look on his face threatened to melt Foggy's resolve like ice before blowtorch. “You can't put yourself in danger like that!”

“Wow, way to be a hypocrite, Murdock,” Foggy said dryly, as he gave himself a mental pat on the back for not caving in like a sucker.

“Foggy!” The anguish in Matt's voice was too much. “You have to stay safe!”

Foggy swooped in and wrapped his arms around Matt's trembling body. “Buddy, trust me. I'm not looking to get hurt either,” he whispered. Matt's clenched fists were now flat palms pressing tightly against Foggy's back. “For one thing we can't really afford the medical bills.”

Matt groaned at the joke and pressed his forehead against Foggy's shoulder which really made him glad he'd taken off the helmet. Okay, yeah, Foggy made fun of the horns a lot (because they were honestly hilarious) but that didn't mean those suckers weren't tough. They were part of combat costume, being worn by a super-ninja, of course Matt could use them as weapons.

“I'm not going to go running out the door every time the news starts doing a live report on you but if I'm close enough... I'm gonna check in on you, buddy. That's just the way its gonna be.”

Silently, Matt shook his head as if denying this new reality, but he also had super-senses telling him how much Foggy meant it. There was just no way he wasn't hearing the depths of determination in Foggy's tone. Or his heart-beat.

The beep-beep of the microwave finishing reheating Matt's dinner startled them apart.

Foggy ignore how chilly his apartment now felt without Matt wrapped around him and focused instead on getting out the plate. He always wanted Matt near him, that wasn't exactly news here.

“I slaved over a hot stove for you so eat up, Matt.”

“It was only a microwave.”

Foggy rolled his eyes in exasperation. “It was stove beforehand, smart-ass. Now eat your dinner while I go get ice since you haven't taken care of your hands yet.”

“You want me to eat and ice my hands at the same time? How many hands do you think I have, Foggy?”

“Hey, I'm not excluding the possibility of Daredevil having a hidden mutant extra pair of arms here.” Matt's low huff of amusement was easily a billion times better than his sad-noises. Foggy pulled the small bag of ice from the freezer and grabbing the ice pack from the top of the fridge as he added, “Nor am I above doing fork airplanes for you, pal.”

“I think I can feed myself just fine,” Matt said dryly.

“Ha! Yeah right. You forget, you're speaking to someone who had actually seen the decrepit state of your cupboards, Matt. So I know that for the filthy lie it is.”

Matt looked upwards as if asking for help from up above (hey, no fair calling in God favors) but took the food and then the ice-pack without further protest so Foggy took it as a win.

And he made a mental note to prepare himself for whatever counter-argument Matt brought up in the future about Foggy putting himself into danger. There was no way that Matt would give up the conversation so easily. He would just get sneaky about it, the stubborn bastard.

And while Foggy was a pushover for a lot of things Matt related, on this little topic, he would be the proverbial unmovable object. Well, for as long as he could hold up against the Murdock puppy-dog eyes.

“So... do you want to tell me what you went back to talk to the Avengers about?” Foggy asked lightly. Even accounting for horrible traffic, it wouldn't have taken Matt so long (less so for Daredevil) to stop by his place, even if he'd been distracted by a string of muggings.

Matt didn't exactly choke on his forkful of fried rice, but it was a close thing. His expression became pensive. “Foggy, considering how protective you are of Victor von Doom, it's probably better that you don't get all the details.”

Foggy sighed. Yeah, as much as he'd like to know what the Avengers were planning against his friend, it was probably the smart thing to keep the knowledge away from him considering his conflicted loyalties. Still... “You're not getting involved are you?” he asked worriedly.

“International politics is a little above Daredevil's weight-class,” Matt said self-deprecatingly. “If the Avengers set off another Doombot attack I'll be there. But otherwise--” Matt shook his head,“I've got enough on my plate keeping Hell's Kitchen and you out of trouble.”

“Hey, I'm not that bad,” Foggy protested at the idea he was on par with the whole of Hell's Kitchen. Because of the two of them, he was not the biggest trouble-maker. And if you factored in Karen, he wasn't even in the top two.

Matt arched his eyebrows. “Well of the two of us, who is meeting their Doom tomorrow?”

Foggy sputtered. “Oh, you did not! You did not just make a Doom joke, Murdock.”

Matt's grin was as smug as hell. Foggy really wanted to wipe it off his face. With all the kisses.

He settled for trying to smack Matt's forehead with a shard of ice.

Im so gald to see an update. I thought you gave up ont he story.
Foggy still lieks Viktor, mayeb not as a lover but some feelings are still tehre.

ayrt

didn't give it up, just came to a crossroads in to a plot decision and it took me a bit to decide which i liked more.

clutching this update to my chest b/c it is PRECIOUS AND I LOVE IT.
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Don't mind that squeaking noise, it's just me trying to muffle my UTTER DELIGHT as I'm reading this fic. It is SO FANTASTIC!

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