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"Are you sick, Fog?" Theo asked with that big brother kind of concern that made Foggy grateful for him sometimes.  

"No," Foggy said, hanging up with a sigh. "Matt's… he's not feeling well. He… he needs a doctor now."

He looked hopefully at Theo, needing someone else to have the answers, to know how to help Matt because he didn't and despite his roommate's blindness, he'd never seen him as vulnerable, at least not physically. What Stick did to him was a whole other thing that he really didn't need to get into with Theo right now. 

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You told me to come here if I ever need legal help, and I need legal help. I need you guys to defend me– I mean, both of you would be great, but I’d settle for just you, Matty –because I checked my bank account on the way over here, and it does not look good! I currently have a grand total of $4.13 to my name, and May won’t let me use rent or bills money because ‘it’s not her fault I’m an overpowered moron that doesn’t think before he acts’,”.

Matt was fully laughing out loud at this point, “So, what I’m hearing is that this is going to be the funniest court case any of us have ever been a part of,” Peter nodded. “I say we take it guys, on two conditions. You help us with everything in the case, and fix all the technology in the office.”

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Hey guys, while I love Matt dearly this blog will go inactive soon. I am shifting focus to other fandoms. I plan to open a similar blog for a different fandom soon and will link it below when it has been launched.

Edit: I made an Ao3 collection of the daredevil fics I have recommended as well as afew others. I plan to add fics sporadically when I dabble in this fandom again. Feel free to take a look here: [x]

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“The orphanage, they didn’t seem to think highly of… You know,” he says, not sure if he wants to say it or not because there’s still a part of him that feels the guilt, the guilt of not being able to accept his identity.

Foggy doesn’t say anything, as if he’s waiting for Matt to elaborate further, “I–I grew up thinking it was wrong, that… People like that were sinful, and… It’s only now I’ve learned otherwise, Foggy. It felt like I was betraying God, sinning for selfish reasons. I had to,” he says, and he can feel his own voice break as he tells the tale.

The blonde before him keeps quiet, but Matt can hear the small gasps in his breath as Matt spoke, “Matt…”

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“You kicked me in the face!” Matt growled back. 

“I thought you were a robber!”

“I’m not a robber,” Matt scoffed. “I’m following these thugs so they don’t hurt that girl.” He motioned with his head.

“Oh,” The guy, or well, kid said. He seemed young. And now that Matt had been pacified, Matt took the opportunity to analyze his clothes. He was wearing sweats, it seemed – a hoodie and sweatpants. He was also wearing a mask with large goggles. Matt assumed he would be a robber. Or maybe an ill-dressed motorcycle rider or something.

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"No, please! We both go by Hawkeye. I'm the younger one who's in New York, he's the mostly retired one who gave me your number." 

She can practically hear the guy frown. "One moment," he instructs, then it's quiet on his end. She assumes he muted himself, and decides to risk a look over the edge of the building. There are still two guys in the street, but it seems that most of them have spread out. She slumps back down. 

"Alright," the man says, causing her to jump a little. "My partner confirmed that there are in fact two Hawkeyes now."

Someone speaks on the other end, but she can't make out their words. 

"And have been for months," he adds, clearly in response to what the other person said. "What do you need?" 

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“And why am I the one who you’re asking?” 

It’s not like he wanted to. There were a million reasons why Matt shouldn’t be here, and shouldn’t be asking Frank Castle to be his fake date. He didn’t have a choice.

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“We’ll help each other. Study together, like good law students do,” Foggy simply explains. And, yeah, that’s not so bad. Matt likes this idea. As simple as that, his night ahead of him doesn’t seem so much like punishment anymore. Maybe he’s had enough punishment for a lifetime. 

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“I’m twenty-one.” 

Frank chokes out a laugh. “Uh-huh. Okay.” Fuck, he really doesn’t want to deal with a vigilante child. Actually, what he really doesn’t want to deal with is a dead vigilante child, so he says, “Guessin’ you ain’t gonna listen if I say to stop with the vigilante shi–stuff while you still can?”

The kid narrows his eyes––how does he do that through the mask?––and crosses his arms. Frank wishes he would stop being upside-down, just to make the situation a little less batshit crazy. Oh well. 

Frank sighs. “Look, kid––”

“Not a kid.” The kid’s voice cracks, which undermines his point a bit. Frank sighs again.

“Look, fun-size twenty-one year old, the people out here ain’t playing around. At least wear something a little more protective.” And a little less neon , he thinks privately.

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Placing the goods on Foggy’s desk, Matt turns around and shuffles around for a moment. “I want-need to tell you something and you’re going to freak out and I’m going to run away but I want to talk about it and I’m going to be in the park once you process what I said.” Very mature and communicative, Matt thinks.

A long silence.

“Ok so-“

“Wait, Matt, why-“

“I’m in love with you and want to grow old with you. Bye!”

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“Yeah, we’re working on a mutant case for the X-Men and he saw it pop up on the TV. Never seen that guy get mad before, but he practically stormed out. Was kinda expecting to see him on the evening news for killin’ Jameson,” Tony paused as if to think, “I heard a rumor that him and Spiderman are dating,”

Peter snorted slightly at his boyfriend’s protectiveness and Tony’s gossipy tone, “Yeah, I heard that too, from the source,” He said in a scandalous tone. 

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"Foggy." Matt touched his arm before he could leave, halting him. "I'm sorry I didn't call." 

"Oh. Oh that!" Foggy said, getting a little flustered being in such close proximity to Matt. "Don't even worry about it! I…"

"I was going to, as soon as I got home, but then I thought it would seem too eager or desperate, you know?" Matt said as Foggy nodded in understanding. "So I didn't call and then by the time it had been three days, I knew that was my window, but things got crazy at work… and then it had been a week and if I called at all, I would've been calling to apologise for leaving it so long and then it was two weeks and three and I was …too embarrassed to call… and now it's been a couple of months and I really wish I'd just called you as soon as I got home that night. I'm sorry I didn't." 

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 “They…” Nelson almost breaks, but manages to go on “They don’t know Matt is Daredevil. They… They took him because we were your lawyers. Because he represented you. And they think we’re – or at least Matt is – still in contact with you. And of course, the DA’s office has way too many pendrives full of files on you.”

 “They want ME?”

 Frank can feel the old rage rising again, the reptile brain trying to override. They don’t know Matt is Daredevil. They didn’t capture Daredevil.

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Matt still doesn't pick up the present though. He clenches that Rubix cube in his hand like it's a lifeline though, his knuckles turning white with how tense he is. Foggy just doesn't get it. It's Christmas in a week. Gift giving is pretty common. It's practically a tradition, one that everyone seems to like… except Matt. 

"I can't," Matt insists, moving his chair back slightly as if he's afraid the parcel wrapped in shiny gold paper is going to bite him. 

"Dude, it's a present," Foggy exclaims exasperatedly. "You so can. Just open it." 

Matt shakes his head and repeats himself, saying, "I can't, Foggy." 

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      “Look spiderkid, what do you need?”

      “Spiderman.”

      Matt lets his lack of response imply the yeah fucking right.

       The kid sighs, “Are you dating someone?”

      “You're a minor. I am not a pedophile. Sorry, I don't think this is going to work out.”

      The kid positively squeaked, “N-no! No its just-I-my friend...oh god no!”

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“So I'm thinking maybe a couple times a week, we go to the ‘movies’-”

“Lighten up on the air quotes there, Franklin-”

“When we’re actually at self defense courses.”

“…intriguing.”

“Thank you. I certainly thought so.”

Karen considers it.