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[Fill] Fisk Pities Matt (15/?)

[(Anonymous)]

When Matt returned to the apartment, Fisk didn’t ask any questions, and Matt didn’t offer any answers. It felt like he didn’t have to. He felt like, in a strange way, he was trusted here. Was he really going insane, or did Fisk just know he had Matt exactly where he wanted him, with no avenues of escape?

The confusion exhausted him. He didn’t speak to anyone for two days, making his own food in the downstairs apartment and surfing the internet. He spent a lot of time meditating; the soundproofed walls made it an ideal location. Even though the building had thirty floors, he could shift his focus to any resident on any level, listening to their conversations or movements before moving on to the next one, just to confirm he could maintain that level of targeted focus, over and over again. His senses were back to normal. He could at least feel good about that.

On Thursday, Fisk went on a business trip. He did not supply Matt with the details; Matt only noticed because Vanessa didn’t go with him. The old Matt would have been more interested, tried to pry secrets out of at least one of them about the trip and stored the information for future reference. Currently he didn’t have the energy for it. He consoled himself that Fisk was at least operating outside of New York City. Maybe that was an improvement.

Vanessa was in and out. She had work and a social life. She put on her expensive heels and came back smelling of champagne and her coat of expensive Cubans. The next night, she wore flats with her sleek, form-fitting dress and returned reeking of weed. It was hard to imagine that she didn’t have at the very least a second-hand buzz going, the way she stumbled slightly and fell into the armchair in the library, across from Matt. He liked it in there when no one else was around. Even if he couldn’t read the books, he could smell the age in them, and sometimes the leather-bound ones had titles on their spines he could feel. It reminded him of being in the stacks at Columbia, and a little bit of church.

Of course she would want to make conversation with him, but it would be rude of him to leave. “Did you know I have a tattoo, Matthew?”

“No. It’s not something I can tell.”

“The skin doesn’t feel different?”

“Yes, but I would have to be paying attention. Everyone’s skin feels a bit different, anyway. And they might just have a rash.” He didn’t add that he could usually smell the ink, and that if he was in a situation to be touching someone enough to find a hidden tattoo, he wouldn’t bring it up unless they did.

“It’s a terrible tattoo,” Vanessa said in an exaggerated fashion. “I thought it was the act of a rebellious artist, getting a tiny, ugly flower to spite my parents. I didn’t even design it myself.” She added, “It’s on my ankle. Nowhere scandalous.”

“I’ll trust you on this one.”

“Does it bother you?” she asked. “The things you cannot see.”

“Of course it bothers me.” What kind of question was that?

“I’ve seen you fight – on video, only. On the internet. You have your own ways of doing things, even if you won’t tell us what they are. And I imagine you miss things that are ordinary to us. But there must be little things, things I wouldn’t even think of, that get to you most.”

Matt took a depth breath. The skunky smell would cling to the armchair for a day or two. Someone would probably disinfect it before Fisk came home. Vanessa’s skin was cold from being outside but her inner body was warm; she’d had something to drink on the way out of wherever she was. Not wine. A mixed drink. “I don’t know what I look like.” He knew Vanessa wanted something juicy, and then she might go away. “As an adult. When I think of myself, I’m still nine. I know some things – I don’t have my dad’s forehead or his nose, and even on good days I have a little bit of a stubble. Sometimes people let me know what they think of me, but that doesn’t give me a real idea.”

“Do you want me to describe you?”

With some humor he replied, “Absolutely not.”

Vanessa giggled. “Then I won’t torture you. But people have had good things to say about my ability to describe a work of art.”

That he was attractive to Vanessa wasn’t exactly news to him. “You’re drunk. And probably a little high.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“You might say something you regret.”

“I won’t.”

“It might be something I regret hearing,” he said with a sigh. He rose to leave, but she caught him with her foot against his leg. “Go to sleep, Mrs. Fisk.”

“I’m not Mrs. Fisk yet,” she said. “Not that it matters to either of us.”

“It matters to me.”

“I meant me and Wilson. Do you want to know what he thinks of you?”

“No.” It was a lie, but it was a good lie, for the right reasons.

“We think you stay so focused because you deny yourself everything,” she said. “It’s not much of a life, is it?”

He didn’t want to challenge her, or even further engage. She probably wasn’t trying to manipulate him unintentionally, but she was in an altered state. Nothing about this was appropriate. But he did pat her on the shoulder. “Good night.”

This time, she didn’t try to stop him.

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The morning was awkward, but Matt knew he had to show his face at breakfast or it would look like he was afraid of her. Also, a little voice in his brain reminded him that he was curious about what Vanessa and Fisk thought about him, for so many different reasons, some of them rather unsavory.

Vanessa was her usual charming self, her demeanor completely composed. She waited until the private chef served them both and left before saying anything beyond a morning greeting. “If you were hoping I was black-out drunk last night, you’re out of luck.” G-d, she obviously loved seeing him squirm. “I admit I was presumptuous and you were a perfect gentleman. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

It wasn’t really in question, but he mumbled, “Apology accepted.”

“Come out with me today,” she said, quickly regaining her eagerness to engage him. “Oh, don’t look so terrified. I’m not going to rob a bank, or whatever it is the people you fight do.”

Matt knew he couldn’t say no to her without hearing her out first, as much as he might want to. “Where?”

“I had lunch with an old friend of mine yesterday. She’s not an assistant curator at the Met. I did an internship there years and years ago, in the restoration department. I still have friends in those circles. Do you know what that means?” She waited for Matt to shake his head. “It means I’m allowed to touch things. And not just the things they have on the usual tours for the blind.”

“You don’t have to do this for me,” he said. “And I don’t know if it’s appropriate to be seen – “

“Are you worried about what Wilson will say?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Don’t. Wilson and I share everything.”

“I know you’re trying to make that sound like it’s not creepy, but it is.”

Vanessa giggled. But, damnit, she didn’t lie. “For a man who dresses up like the Devil you’re rather conservative.”

“I was raised Catholic.”