It would figure the office would get riddled with bullets as soon as Foggy's finished giving the place a deep clean. This is apparently his life now. He, Matt, and Karen get a really terrible mob boss put behind bars and the terrible no-good mob boss minions decide they're going to try and shoot up their modest little law office. He's just finished with the floor, mop bucket filled with dubiously colored water and suds. Karen whistles appreciatively at the new sparkly status of their floors, giving him a cheeky little thumbs up as she starts reorganizing some old files on her desk.
The glass in the window panes suddenly screech as they're hit, shards of glass flying in every possible direction.
It's completely surprising and almost terrifying when someone knocks into him and plasters him up against a wall to protect him against the hail of gunfire.
Except, that’s not a wall.
“Hey, Luke.” He says in a daze, even as the noise and chaos carries on around them.
“Afternoon, Foggy.” Luke says so casually, as if they’d gone out for a nice brunch and he isn’t currently shielding Foggy from all types of gunfire. He sees Jessica herd Karen behind one of the sturdier decks across the room, and thank god for that, he knows Karen's got Jess in her corner at least.
And before he can even ask---
“Matt’s on his way. He asked us to swing by.”
Well, that’s something Foggy’s gonna have to think on for a minute or two. Did Matt hear the gunmen gearing up to do something terrible, realize he wasn’t going to make it over in time and call in some help? Maybe Hell’s Kitchen did finally freeze over.
As if the day doesn't have the capacity to get any more dramatic, there's a sudden eerie glow visible through the destroyed window panes. It's immediately followed by some aggressive thudding and yelling. Either they're going to have an even bigger problem on their hands in the next five seconds or Danny's here.
A mop of blond hair peeks in what remains of one of the windowsills almost in answer, worriedly peering around the room. "Everyone okay in here?"
Luke offers Foggy a hand up, while Jessica rounds their bullet riddled filing cabinet, Karen in step beside her.
Approximately thirty seconds later, Matt comes bursting through the front door that's just barely clinging to its hinges. His tie is askew, hair sticking up in different directions. It's pretty windy today, Foggy realizes belatedly. His boyfriend totally just parkoured his way over here.
"Foggy? Karen?" Matt says anxiously, tilting his head in that endearing little way of his.
"We're alright." Karen pipes up, just as Foggy answers, "We're right here, Matty."
He totally stumbles over to the devil of hells kitchen in a completely dignified and lawyerly manner; doesn't trip over his own two feet at one point because he happens to be just a little shaken up still. Nope.
Matt practically drags Foggy toward himself, hands moving to cup the other man's cheeks. Foggy smoothes down some of the flyaway hairs atop Matt's head, just as Matt seizes the opportunity to tug his boyfriend in for a kiss. As far as another near death experience to add to their ever growing list goes, it could've been worse. And he's just going to ignore the cacophony of wolf whistles he hears a few feet away from them. Foggy knows Jessica probably started that, or maybe Karen. Honestly, it could've been either one of them. He'll continue to lament that Matty's superfriends have been a terrible influence on everyone. But then, that isn't necessarily a bad thing.
Matt chuckles against his lips and Foggy's kinda okay with the fact that all of his hard work on cleaning up the office sorta went to waste.
Figures Daredevil would have a listening ear out like that because he's an overprotective friend and boyfriend.
It also figures everything Matt does makes Foggy want to put a ring on it even more.
That bastard.