Moment Of Doubt And Pain
Okay so, Foggy hasn’t found the Devil yet. Though it wasn’t from lack of trying. It was just... Some things came up. Foggy had a job he still has to work at. Sleep is something humans need. As well as food. And he doesn’t want to end his friendship with Brett so they hung out. But there were about 3 good days in the past month that Foggy tried really hard to find the masked vigilante.
Things weren’t looking good for the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen who recently got the new name of Daredevil. But the change in name doesn’t mean that the Devil wasn’t still a nickname for the man in the mask. The Daredevil was accused of a bombing which wasn’t something Foggy liked. But the Daredevil could explain it to him when Foggy found out when they were soulmates.
If. Goddammit. If.
Foggy told himself over and over in his head that ‘Daredevil’ may not be his soul mate. Foggy also told himself that multiple times that the ‘Daredevil’ HAD to be his soul mate.
Well today he was determined. Determined to know the truth and calm his mind a little. Recently Daredevil was dealing with more petty crimes rather than crime lords like Fisk. It’ll be easier to get a hold of him now. The Devil was often seen getting started at roughly 9:00 PM, when he stopped really varies. Sometimes he stops at 12:00 , sometimes he stops at sunrise. Well anyway, Foggy had a plan. A stupid plan, but a plan nonetheless. It would possibly be dangerous but soulmates were supposed to be dangerous.
Tonight Foggy planned on trying to hide out on roof tops. That’s where the man in the mask seemed to like to be. If he goes to one he may be lucky and run into him.
But before he does that, he has to deal with the day. Foggy starts each day at the bakery beside the butcher shop. He sat at a high table eating his muffin and drinking his coffee when a man walks in.
Well not just any man. A specific good looking blind man. Foggy had a little (really big) crush on the man for the longest time. Even though it had to be pointless because the man wasn’t nicknamed the Devil. He overheard from conversations that his name was Matt. He was literally named after a saint. He rubbed his soul mark while he watched the blind man. Foggy hasn’t seen him for a while. He used to come in every once in a while but he stopped completely. Or maybe he didn’t and Foggy was too concerned about the Devil to notice. Matt was talking to this girl who he heard was named Karen. She was talking about something to Matt and Matt looked like he wasn’t fully paying attention.
Foggy wanted to be normal. He wanted to march right up to Matt and ask him out. He wanted to love someone who fate didn’t pick out for him. Right now he didn’t want the Devil or Daredevil. Right now he wanted Matt.
It was stupid to visualize a whole life with someone but Foggy does it. He can almost see him and Matt _____. God he didn’t even know Matt’s last name. He didn’t know what his job was. And most likely Matt didn’t even know he existed.
God he was so stupid.
Foggy really needed to get out of here.
Focus on the Devil first, then see where that leaves him.
Foggy’s day went by incredibly slowly. Until finally, he was off. At 7:30, Foggy quickly got home. He changed his clothes, and grabbed a pocket knife (just in case). He was almost out the door when Brett called.
“Hey Brett,” Foggy sighed. Brett was going to try to talk him out of this (again). Foggy just wasn’t in the mood.
“Hey Foggy.”
Brett sounded exhausted.
“Are you okay?” Foggy asked all frustration leaving him. Foggy will put Brett over the nameless Devil any day. While him and the Devil may be soulmates by fate, he and Brett were best friends. Nothing could come in between that.
“Yeah, I’m fine Foggy,” Brett said. “I just had a long day, and I really don’t want you out but I can’t stop you. I sound like a broken record.”
Foggy felt bad. He really did. He wanted to find answers but he couldn’t hurt his best friend.
“I won’t be out long Brett, I’ll just stay within the area of my apartment. The Daredevil won’t hurt me because he won’t have a reason to.”
“Yeah, well that better be true. If you get hurt, I will go for him.”
“Yeah,” Foggy nodded, smiling a bit. He knew full well that Brett would fight everyone for him, hell he’d probably try to fight the Avengers for him. It was nice.
“Just a question,” Foggy said. “Have you ever met the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen?”
Brett was silent for a second.
“Yeah.”
“What can you tell me about him?”
“He cares a lot about justice. That’s all I’m saying.”
With that Brett hung up. Foggy was ready to go.
He was willing to stay to his word and not travel to far in Hell’s Kitchen. The first place he will go is simply on the roof of his apartment. Just to see if he could see anything.
He climbed up the stairs quietly. Shivering from excitement, fear, and from the cold.
Foggy was ready for a couple of hours just standing on top of buildings hoping for even a glimpse of the Devil. Little did he know that finding the devil tonight would be easy. Foggy opened the door to the roof and stepped out. The cold wind being the first thing he noticed. The second thing he noticed was Daredevil.
Well that was easy.
The man in the mask didn’t notice him yet. Better to make himself know now before he scares him and god knows what the Daredevil would do. Foggy got his knife ready just in case. Not unsheathing it from his pocket just yet. He took a few shaky steps forward. Foggy tried to find his voice. Finally he spoke.
“Devil.”