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“Matt. Why the fuck is there a passed out child on your couch.”
Foggy had been having a pretty good day by his standards. Nothing absolutely horrible had happened and he didn’t find Matt bleeding out at any time in the day.
Key word: had.
Sure, he didn’t find Matt bleeding out, but he did find himself staring at a loss for words at a teenager in Matt’s sweatpants with a gash in his side, passed out.
“Do you mind knocking next time?” Matt muttered as he spared Foggy a glance before going back to stitching up a bloody child. What the hell?
“Wha- Matt! There is a child on your couch that looks like he had his ass beat. What the fuck .” Normally, Foggy wasn’t one to curse so much. But normally, he didn’t walk into his friend’s apartment to a child bleeding out on the couch .
Had he emphasized that enough?
“Foggy, calm down. You’re gonna wake him up. Just sit down and I’ll explain everything.” Matt said as he continued stitching the wound.
Slowly, Foggy made his way across the room to a small chair Matt had in the corner. Lowering himself into it, he looked to Matt who was concentrating on helping the kid. “Alright, Matt. Talk.”
“Ok, so you know about team red? How it’s me, Deadpool, and Spider-Man?”
“Yeah?” Foggy said, though it was more of a question. “Where are you going with this?”
“Foggy, meet the one and only Spider-Man.” Matt deadpanned as he finished up the stitches and gave jazz hands.
Wait…
“What do you mean Spider-Man? This is- that’s a child, Mathew.” Foggy stammered as he looked at the kid. As he looked at Spider-Man. Which- holy shit, Spider-Man was a kid. He had seen what happened after Mysterio died. People wanted him dead . Was he really just a kid going through all of that?
“I mean this is one of my partners. Yes, he’s young. That’s one of the reasons Wade suggested starting a team. It means we’re there to make sure he stays safe. Tonight was just… The kid went off on his own to check something out. He got ambushed. If you don’t believe me, take a look at this.” After shuffling around for a minute, Matt grabbed something red and blue from the floor. A suit. Spider-Man’s suit.
Holy shit.
“I- alright. Yep, that's- that's alright.” Foggy was at a loss for words. “Just know I’m staying, though.”
“What?” Matt asks as he looks up, eyes squinting in confusion.
“I’m staying. I trust you and all. I do. I just- I wanna make sure he’s alright. He must have gone through some pretty rough shit, huh?”
Matt grimaces as if he knows something that he’s not saying. Foggy won’t pry, but he just hopes Spider-Man’s alright.
“Yeah,” He finally says. “Yeah, he has”
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As morning comes and the sun shines, Foggy groans as he sits up. His back hurts from sleeping on the couch last night. They had decided after he was stitched up to move Spidey into Matt’s bed. Foggy slept on the couch and Matt slept on the chair. Though now, Foggy notices that the vigilante is missing.
He got up and stretched as he walked into the kitchen to get some coffee. Lying on the counter next to the machine, there was a note from Matt.
Skimming over it, the paper mentioned that he had to go to the store to pick up something to eat for breakfast and to make sure to take care of Spidey when he woke up.
Foggy made his coffee in peace, breathing in the scent as he thought about his work for the day. It was a Sunday, meaning the firm was closed. Karen would still be in doing paperwork and he would probably join her sometime after lunch. But for now, he would relax and enjoy his morning.
As Foggy poured the coffee into one of Matt’s mugs, the padding of feet got his attention.
“Matt? Wha’ happe-” There, standing in the doorway of Matt’s bedroom, was the kid. He had on one of Matt’s t-shirts that he was absolutely swimming in and the same pants from last night. His hair was all over the place, a mess of thick brunette curls. As his gaze fell upon Foggy, his eyes went wide and his whole body tensed.
“Don’t worry kid.” Foggy said, holding up his hands as if that would make him feel a bit safer. “I’m Matt’s friend, Foggy. Matt’s out getting breakfast but he should be back soon.”
The kid looked a bit more at ease after the explanation, but he still looked ready to get the fuck out of there if he so much as moved wrong. “‘m Peter.” He whispered, faint enough that Foggy had to strain himself to hear.
“Uh- Matt doesn’t have a tv- cause, y’know.” Foggy says as he motions to his eyes. “But uh- I have my computer on me. I can put something on for you if you want.”
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Matt walked through the door about half an hour later to Foggy and Peter watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail of all things (the lawyer had picked it out after Peter told him he had never watched it) had picked it outPeter was sitting down on the couch and Foggy was watching from over his shoulder.
As Matt started setting down the groceries he had gotten, Foggy looked over to his friend. “Matt, what took so long?”
“‘Thanks for getting breakfast, Matt. You're the best, Matt’ Why thank you Foggy. Help me unload, would you?” Matt mocked before setting down the bags, getting a quiet laugh out of Peter. “I figured while I was there I would get some other stuff I needed.”
Foggy walked around to the kitchen to help as Matt had asked. He ended up getting stuff for pancakes, eggs, and bacon. The two worked on making breakfast while Peter finished the movie out in the living room.
“Hey Pete, after breakfast I need to check your cut.” Matt called out just as they were finishing the baking. Peter looked surprised before pulling up his shirt to reveal the wound. It had healed surprisingly well after just one night.
“Hey, won’t your parents be worried about you? It's like… nine already.” Foggy said as he checked his phone for the time. Beside him, Matt froze.
“My parents are dead.” Peter said without missing a beat. “What kind of pancakes are these?”
Foggy spluttered as he realized what he had said. “Oh sh- I’m sorry, kid, I- I didn’t realize-”
He was cut off by Matt grabbing his shoulder. “It’s alright buddy. Remember the time you did that to me? There's plain and chocolate chip, Pete.”
The three of them sat down and ate, making small talk here and there.
“Ok, you guys definitely have more experience in the field, but who do you guys think is like, the best superhero?” Foggy asked after a couple of minutes. Instantly, Peter’s face brightened up.
“I mean, there are a lot of things that go into it. Like personality, what crimes they stop, how many people they’ve hurt while stopping crime, collateral damage, all that stuff. Plus, what are we counting? Just well known heroes like the Avengers? Or are we also talking about vigilantes and other people that work under the morally-grey spectrum.” Peter rambled on about all the technicalities of Foggy’s question. And honestly, he was just glad the kid was talking. Since he’d woken up he said enough words that Foggy could count on two hands.
They spent the rest of their morning, Foggy and Peter rambling on about their favorite heroes while Matt would occasionally butt in with his own opinion on the matter.
Which, all in all in Foggy’s book, was a pretty good morning.