Foggy paced the empty apartment, checking his watch, his phone, his pockets. Anything to take his mind off the fear creeping up his throat. Jesus, he was going to kill Matt. If he was alive that is. No, stop thinking like that. Matt is fine, he’s always fine.
*thump*
Foggy’s head whips around as he stares at the source of the sound. The window, where the fire escape is. A black gloved hand appears on the window as if trying to open it. Foggy rushes over and begins to open the window. The Devil Of Hells Kitchen falls through into Foggy’s arms.
“Jesus Matt..” Foggy grunts through gritted teeth as he drags The Devil to the couch. Daredevil is thrown to the couch with a low groan.
“Sorry.. what the hell happened?” Foggy starts removing the helmet and gloves.
“Guy..guy had a knife. Had to-to let him get a few good hits in order to take him down.” Matt explains, as his back arches in pain, a long exhale follows. Foggy reaches and pushes Matt’s hips back into the couch.
“Calm it down blind justice. You want something? A beer? Tylenol?” Foggy smiles down at Matt who lets out a pained laugh in return. It’s just then that Foggy remembers where his hands are, he quickly moves them away and stands.
“Blind justice? Y-yeah I’ll take both. Thanks Foggy.” Matt replies gritting his teeth. Foggy nods, “Just nodded.” habit is a bitch, and heads to the kitchen. He grabs the bottle of Tylenol and two beers, knowing exactly where they are, too many nights sleeping over after drinking too much. Foggy hands Matt the pills then the beer.
“You okay Foggy? Your hearts going a little fast.”
“Well you just stumbled in bleeding out. But, no I’m fine!” Foggy tries to joke but Matt knows the truth, it seems he’s always known.
“I gotta take the suit off. Okay?” Foggy reaches for the zipper, adjusting Matt, trying not to cause him more pain. Every small noise Matt lets out Foggy says a quick apology back. The suit seems to come off the knife wounds easily, so Foggy is able to get the suit off pretty quickly and almost painless. Foggy reaches under the couch, pulling out a first aid kit, again not good first rodeo, and begins to take out everything he needs. Staring with antiseptic, he starts to clean out the wound apologizing every time Matt winces. Then with gauze, there was only three medium sized wounds this time so it was pretty simple to patch up, thankfully no stitches this time.
“Do you want me to grab you something more comfortable or do you want me to help you to your bed?” Foggy smiles, he knows how stubborn his friend is but Foggy knows he’ll accept help from him. Matt puts his hand out and Foggy takes it.
“Ready… one.. two.. and there we go.” Foggy pulls Matt up off the couch, as gentle as he can, and slings Matt’s arm over his shoulders. The start to, slowly, head towards his bedroom. Once there Foggy plops Matt, gently, onto his bed as he heads to his closet. He grabs one of Matt’s favorite sweatpants, yes he has favorites, and heads back to the bed.
“Do you want water near your bed?” Foggy asks tossing the sweatpants at Matt. Foggy will never be able to look at Matt normally when he is shirtless, the man is godlike. He’s gorgeous and Foggy can’t help his heart when he sees him, but Foggy can try. Matt nods, because Foggy can see that, he takes it as his cue to leave. Foggy walks his way to the kitchen, not bothering to shut Matt’s bedroom door. Foggy pulls a glass from the cupboard and fills it with the tap, waiting a few seconds extra in case it takes Matt a little longer to put his pants on. Foggy smiles to himself at the thought of Matt. He divides that it’s been enough time and he begins to walk back.
“You decent Matt?” Foggy, again, smiles to himself at the joke. Matt laughs and Foggy’s heart swells again.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Foggy walk in and places to glass on Matt’s bedside table.
“Thanks Foggy… I-I know it can be annoying, with me.” Matt is facing Foggy with a look of guilt in his eyes.
“It’s really no problem Matt, I’ve told you every time I don’t mind taking care of you. I’ll do it every time you need me. I just enjoy the time with you.” Foggy wants to burry himself six feet deep into the earth. What the hell did he just say. Why would he say that to Matt. Matt smirks, and damn if Foggy could be any more in love he would.
“Y’know Foggy I can hear your heartbeat..” may confesses, of course Foggy knew that but it slips his mind into these situations.
“Uhh- I- Yeah-I..” Foggy can’t get anything out. His mind is running a mile a minute.
“Love you too Foggy.” Matt turns over, he just turns over in bed. To sleep! Like he hasn’t just made Foggy’s world explode. Foggy just stands there in shock.
“Well aren’t you gonna get in? I’m tired Foggy.” Matt turns his head and throws the blankets back. Foggy stands in shock for another minute. Then starts to climb in. He lays down and stares at the back of Matt’s head.
“Night Foggy.” Matt switches the lamp off and gets comfortable.
“Night Matt.” Foggy shifts and pulls the blankets over himself. Maybe tomorrow they’ll talk about this night, maybe not. Who knows, the world will keep turning.