The Gods They Made
That night Matt decided that the Daredevil would come out a bit earlier than normal. Hiding out on the roof of the building across from the bakery and butcher shop.
The sun was just setting as Foggy left the building. He was on his way back to his apartment. Matt followed behind him. Not too close for fear of being seen. He already knew where Foggy lives but he wanted to follow him just in case something happened. When he reached Foggy’s building, he jumped on the fire escape. The same on he landed on last night. He waited outside the apartment.
Foggy would be there in a minute or so. Matt didn’t want to listen in for him. He felt like he should give him some privacy. Hart heard some keys jangling and unlocking the door.
“I just feel like you should be more careful Foggy,” Brett Mahoney said as he walked into Foggy’s apartment.
Crap.
Should he come back later? Eavesdropping was not his intent. He didn’t want to get on Foggy’s bad side. Especially considering that they were probably soulmates.
“The Devil won’t come back just to hurt me,” Foggy assures Mahoney. “He’ll come back but not when you are here.”
Matt figured why not make himself known right now.
“I won’t be so sure about that.”
That scared both of them. Foggy jumped a bit while Brett swore in fright.
“Jesus,” Foggy said. “Some forewarning would be nice.”
Matt smiled a bit.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Matt spoke as to carefully change his voice. Mahoney could recognize it if he was careless. “Also you should know the saying. Speak of the Devil and he shall come.”
There was a pause. Matt was still standing outside. Brett’s hand was hovering over his gun. Foggy was taking off his coat a small smirk on his face.
Should he move to go inside?
“You can come in you know,” Foggy finally spoke. “Though I’d prefer if you used the front door rather than my window.”
There was no hostility in his voice. That was good.
Matt moved to enter through the window but Officer Mahoney was still unsettled.
“Foggy,” Mahoney’s voice unwavering. “Are you sure that that’s a good idea.”
“Sergeant,” Matt talked calmly, not wanting to escalate the situation. “I give you my word that I have no ill intent with this visit. I don’t believe I have done anything to harm the non corrupt police force or you personally.
Mahoney was hard to read at the moment. But eventually he moved his hand away from his gun. He gestured Matt inside.
Matt climbed through the window. Keeping his distance from the apartments two other occupants.
Foggy sat down on his couch. Mahoney sat down beside him. But Matt hadn’t moved yet. Unsure of how comfortable Foggy was with having a masked man in his apartment. Mahoney still refused to let his eyes leave Matt.
“I thought this conversation would be better done between the two of us,” Matt spoke first. “But if you are more comfortable with Sergeant Mahoney being here, then I have no objections.”
“Before we talk about things can you sit down please?” Foggy said. “You’re kinda unnerving me.”
Matt moved slowly toward the other couch. Keeping his hands within their view. He sat down.
The silence was heavy.
Matt was unsure of how to start.
“Brett can you please leave us alone?”
Foggy spoke first. Mahoney was hesitant but listened to Foggy.
“I’m just outside if anything goes south,” Brett said.
He made his way to the door, not wanting to put his back to the Daredevil. The door shut quietly behind him.
They were alone. Matt could feel Foggy’s gaze on him.
What should he say?
“I don’t care whether people have soul marks or not,” Matt spoke.
That caught Foggy off guard.
“What?”
“Last night you asked what I thought of soulmates. I don’t hurt people just because they have a soul mate.”
“Then why do you hurt people?”
Foggy wanted to ask him that question for a while, judging by his heart beat.
“Because sometimes the bad guys get away get away with what they do. If I have the ability stop it or to lessen it or anything, I need to try.”
Foggy nodded. That was enough of an answer for him, for now.
“So do you want to address the elephant in the room?” Foggy wanted to get on into this. “Or do you want me?”
Honestly, Matt wanted him to talk. He was afraid. But the Daredevil shouldn’t show fear. He couldn’t. But this may be his soul mate.
“I’ll take from your silence that you want me to go first so here I go,” Foggy said. “I have a soul mark.”
Matt nodded.
Foggy continued. “And it says Devil on it. So far you are the only person who is nicknamed Devil so I went to you.”
Foggy hadn’t lied. He was telling the truth.
“Now, I’m guessing you have a soul mark.” Foggy added. “Am I wrong?”
Matt masked his voice less now.
“No.”
“What does yours say?”
Matt’s throat felt dry.
“Foggy,” Matt said. “If you couldn’t tell from the way I fell off the roof.”
That was his attempt at trying to lighten the situation.
“So I guess we’re soulmates,” Foggy smiled.
“Yeah,” Matt smirked. “I guess we are.”
It was kind of awkward but they didn’t know how to proceed.
“So do we go in for the hug and share our darkest secrets with each other?” Foggy asked, a smile laced with his words. “Or do we just nod and shake each other’s hand and you backflip out the window?”
“I don’t know,” Matt confessed.
He knew that Foggy wanted to see his face. To know his name. To know Matt, not just the Devil. But he wasn’t sure if he is ready for that.
“I’m just going to go right out and say it,” Foggy suddenly spoke. But Matt wasn’t listening.
A gunshot rung in his ears.
Matt jumped to the door while Foggy’s confusion voiced through the room.
When the door opened Brett jumped
“Gunshot, four blocks away, in the alley behind the barbershop,” Matt informed Brett.
Brett made his way down the stair as Matt made his way back to the window.
“Sorry Mr. Nelson,” Matt said, he truly did mean it. “I have to go.”
“You can call me Foggy you know,” Foggy said. “You don’t need to be all formal.”
“Sure thing Foggy,” Matt replied. “We’ll meet again.”
And with that Matt jumped out the window. Adding a backflip on his way out.