LONG NOTES: ok this fic isn't getting posted in chronological order. chronologically, in universe, a bunch of stuff happens before this scene, and i'm gonna tell you about it later, but i woke up and people were talking bout the scene where Fisk realizes that it's his soulmate under the mask - I WANT TO READ ALL OF THOSE SCENES, PEOPLE, WRITE THEM FOR ME! - and i realized i had to tell you guys MY version. it is. uh. not totally perfect and shiny but i'm excited about this and also, like i said, i need to crowdsource a really nasty urban legend/fake medical fact that "everybody knows" about soulmates, and i think posting what i've got will help you guys help me, or at least it'll be out of my hair so i can focus. (yeah, this is an unfinished disaster; it'll get there. I PROMISE.)
Y'all probably forgot that in this universe, they tell urban LEGENDS about what happens to people who kill their soulmates.
And (that urban legend i haven't made up yet) is what Wesley thinks of when Fisk jerks away from the man in the mask like -
-- and the man lays flat for a minute, and when he gets an arm under himself and shoves halfway up before collapsing again with a scream of pain. He's only up for half a second, but it's enough; Wesley and Rogers can both see exactly what drove Fisk back. Rogers drops his gun in horror (the idiot) but even Wesley can't hold his gun steady because -
His shirt's been torn away, jerked up, and under the blood and the mass of purplish swelling there's - it's -
in the quiet, all three men can hear the sound of the man gasping. It has an odd, liquid quality to it. He'll be on his feet in a moment if no one stops him, Wesley thinks; lord knows they've learned a lesson in how hard it is to put him down, much less keep him there.
A boxer, Wilson had said. Just a hunch, he'd said.
Blood drips from Wilson's knuckles.
(after matt runs, does fisk kill the minion who saw matt's soul mark? YES. wesley thinks about stopping him for a minute, because they cannot function if they develop a reputation for killing their employees, but - but Wesley has no soulmark, and even he understands how perverse this is, why Fisk cannot bear that there are witnesses. This explains, of course, why the man in the mask has been targeting Fisk, but -
- but Wesley's stomach does a sick, angry roll; the man in the mask has been trying to kill Fisk from the beginning. He's covered his mark and spent weeks hunting Fisk.)
"GET. OUT," Wilson screams at Wesley. Rogers' feet kick; Wilson is holding him six inches off the ground with one hand. Blood is bubbling from Roger's nose already; he'll be dead if Wesley doesn't leave.
Wesley makes a note of where the masked man had collapsed while Wilson beat him - there, on the concrete, blood readily available, good, that might narrow it down - adjusts his tie, shaking, and leaves the room.
Through the door, Rogers screams once.
The noises Wilson is making scarcely sound human.
Wesley begins composing a text; he'll need a forsenic examiner and equipment here as soon as possible, before the masked man's blood dries.
Someone has to know who he is and Wesley will find them.
And when he does?
Jail, if it can be managed, perhaps, but if it can't - there are billions of people living life without their soulmates. Wesley doesn't think that Fisk could finish the job, now, and is even less sure of the reaction of their fellowship. If it becomes common knowledge that Fisk is complicit in his soulmate's unfortunate demise, the chances that - well, they'll lose Leland for sure. Leland's son has already found his partner.
And Fisk himself is passionate, falls in love - he's in love with this cesspool of a slum, for god's sake - but. but Wesley will make sure Wilson doesn't know who kills the man in the mask. He thinks that even if he slips up, well. Fisk might crave the man in the mask, but he loves Wesley. He'll survive.
Wesley leans against the filthy doorway despite what these walls will deposit on his suit, because - because he wants to be sick. He won't; someone has to - to stay calm, in the face of this disaster. He keeps his back turned to preserve a sense of decorum as Fisk vomits next to Roger's corpse.
And Wilson stumbles to the door, his hand heavy on Wesley's shoulder, sweating and shaking and covered with blood, and he says "My - my friend," and the pressure is almost bone-crushing. Wesley remains very, very still. "Wesley."
Re: Matt/Fisk Soulmate AU (another piece of fill, author!anon has lost control of the prompt)
Y'all probably forgot that in this universe, they tell urban LEGENDS about what happens to people who kill their soulmates.
And (that urban legend i haven't made up yet) is what Wesley thinks of when Fisk jerks away from the man in the mask like -
-- and the man lays flat for a minute, and when he gets an arm under himself and shoves halfway up before collapsing again with a scream of pain. He's only up for half a second, but it's enough; Wesley and Rogers can both see exactly what drove Fisk back. Rogers drops his gun in horror (the idiot) but even Wesley can't hold his gun steady because -
His shirt's been torn away, jerked up, and under the blood and the mass of purplish swelling there's - it's -
in the quiet, all three men can hear the sound of the man gasping. It has an odd, liquid quality to it. He'll be on his feet in a moment if no one stops him, Wesley thinks; lord knows they've learned a lesson in how hard it is to put him down, much less keep him there.
A boxer, Wilson had said. Just a hunch, he'd said.
Blood drips from Wilson's knuckles.
(after matt runs, does fisk kill the minion who saw matt's soul mark? YES. wesley thinks about stopping him for a minute, because they cannot function if they develop a reputation for killing their employees, but - but Wesley has no soulmark, and even he understands how perverse this is, why Fisk cannot bear that there are witnesses. This explains, of course, why the man in the mask has been targeting Fisk, but -
- but Wesley's stomach does a sick, angry roll; the man in the mask has been trying to kill Fisk from the beginning. He's covered his mark and spent weeks hunting Fisk.)
"GET. OUT," Wilson screams at Wesley. Rogers' feet kick; Wilson is holding him six inches off the ground with one hand. Blood is bubbling from Roger's nose already; he'll be dead if Wesley doesn't leave.
Wesley makes a note of where the masked man had collapsed while Wilson beat him - there, on the concrete, blood readily available, good, that might narrow it down - adjusts his tie, shaking, and leaves the room.
Through the door, Rogers screams once.
The noises Wilson is making scarcely sound human.
Wesley begins composing a text; he'll need a forsenic examiner and equipment here as soon as possible, before the masked man's blood dries.
Someone has to know who he is and Wesley will find them.
And when he does?
Jail, if it can be managed, perhaps, but if it can't - there are billions of people living life without their soulmates. Wesley doesn't think that Fisk could finish the job, now, and is even less sure of the reaction of their fellowship. If it becomes common knowledge that Fisk is complicit in his soulmate's unfortunate demise, the chances that - well, they'll lose Leland for sure. Leland's son has already found his partner.
And Fisk himself is passionate, falls in love - he's in love with this cesspool of a slum, for god's sake - but. but Wesley will make sure Wilson doesn't know who kills the man in the mask. He thinks that even if he slips up, well. Fisk might crave the man in the mask, but he loves Wesley. He'll survive.
Wesley leans against the filthy doorway despite what these walls will deposit on his suit, because - because he wants to be sick. He won't; someone has to - to stay calm, in the face of this disaster. He keeps his back turned to preserve a sense of decorum as Fisk vomits next to Roger's corpse.
And Wilson stumbles to the door, his hand heavy on Wesley's shoulder, sweating and shaking and covered with blood, and he says "My - my friend," and the pressure is almost bone-crushing. Wesley remains very, very still. "Wesley."
(POV IS A STONE COLD BITCH AAAAAAAA)