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Charlie Cox

As Matt Murdock

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Deborah Ann Woll

As Karen Page

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Elden Henson

Foggy Nelson

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Leland Orser

As James Wesley

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Tom Holland

As Peter Parker

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Marisa Tomei

As May Parker

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Robert Downey Jr

As Tony Stark

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And finally! YOU

As (Y/N) Parker

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Your trunk opens easily as you press the button. You eye the boxes lying before you with the sun beating down on your back. You could feel the heat seep into the fabric.

It was such a beautiful day out today. You hold a hand up to shield your eyes as you smile up at the blue sky.

An arm brushed against yours softly as it reached past you. You can't help but to chuckle. Peter was ever so the energetic child you knew and loved.

"Wait! Be careful with that! It's... Heavy...." You trail off, staring at your brother in shock as he lifts the box holding all of your speakers and receiver with ease. He slung the box up and over his shoulder with one arm, came around the side of your car, and grabs a couple blankets from the back seat of your car with his other.

"Don't worry! I've got it!" He smiles wide as he makes his way towards your new and still very much empty house.

"Box in the living room! Blankets in the master!" You shout after him and shook your head fondly. That boy. Always wanting to help in any way he could.

"Has he been working out?" You ask as you turn to your aunt.

May smiles softly and picks up a small shoulder height bookshelf from the moving truck. Her eyes follow after Peter, and she shrugs.

"I'm not too sure. He has definitely gotten stronger these last few months. Little stranger too. He keeps losing his backpacks." She pouts.

You let out a snort. "At least he isn't on drugs like a lot of kids are nowadays." Strange behavior or not, you brother was an angel. He had only just turned 15 two months ago. He's probably just going through some hormonal teenage boy thing.

Even though you had a thirteen-year gap between the two of you, you were as close as could be. You simply adore him. If anyone ever hurt him, you would hunt them down and fuck them up.

Peter was back at your side a second later. "Not drugs! Just been working on my stamina and strength lately. Ned's been my coach." He grins and shows off a flex of his bicep, which made you bite your lip to suppress another snort in amusement.

He shot a grin your way before grabbing some more stuff and heading back into the house.

"You guys are the best! I really didn't want to have to hire strangers to help!" You call after the two most important people in your life.

You smile and turn to grab a glass piece that made up the top of your entertainment center before following them into the new house.

As you set the glass top town on the carpet, you turn to look out the bay window in the main living space.

A small smile crosses your lips. This house was perfect and completely yours. Even if the location was a little sketchy.

Somehow, Peter had gotten Tony Stark to agree to set up state of the art security for my new house. You wanted to refuse, but Tony had insisted. You were his favorite intern's sister after all.

Though Hell's Kitchen wasn't far from Queens, you still had to move due to a job opportunity that had fallen into your lap.

It still baffled you that one of the most prominent realty agencies in New York wanted you as one of their house flippers. They wanted you in Hell's kitchen, fixing and remodeling homes, apartments and any other buildings they could think of.

If you could help make this place a bit more friendly and welcoming then who were you to complain?

Movement out of the corner your eye made you turn away from the window. Peter set down a section of you couch and you shook your head.

"Jesus Peter. Let us help too!" You tease and he grins, scratching at the back of his head sheepishly.

You smile softly and watch as he took off once more out the house to bring more in.

You hoped you would never lose either of them. Your pretty sure you couldn't survive that. They were your whole world.

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Two weeks. It's been two weeks and somehow, you have managed to fit right in with your new life.

You can't help but smile and watch as your newest client let loose. Well, technically his boss was your client. James had quickly become a friend you would never trade for the world.

You met him a week ago when you were assigned to his case. His boss, who for security reasons, remained nameless, bought an old building and wanted the whole thing remodeled into condos.

Somehow, the two of you had clicked and you got to see a whole side to him that you are 99% sure no one else got to see.

You smile as he talked, only pausing to take a sip of his bourbon. Your glad you could be the person he went to when he needed to rant.

"You sure you aren't in love with him?" You ask casually and stifle a laugh as he froze, glass pressed against his lips.

His eyes widened and he slowly lowers the glass as he stares at you.

You grin. "It's just that... I've only ever heard you speak about him with fondness and in high regard. Maybe you just don't realize how deep your feelings truly goes."

James sat back in his chair with a heavy sigh. "Even if I do fancy him,"

You roll your eyes at his choice of words.

"-He has grown fond of this woman recently. In fact. He's out with her right now." He closes his eyes for a moment before sighing.

You sigh softly and lean forward to give his arm a soft pat of comfort. "Hey, now. How do you know they aren't having the same conversation that we are? He knows you are meeting with me, yes?"

James' brow furrows at your question. "Well, yes. I had to ask for the night off. I could never lie to him. He knows we are getting drinks together."

You shake your head. "So... Did he act or sound strange when you told him why you wanted the night off?"

James' head tilts to the side in confusion for a moment as he thought about it. His eyes widen and hope flashes across his face. "He sounded stiffer than normal, clammed up. He gave me a nod and sounded like he was trying not to spit his answer at me. Told me to be safe."

You lean back with a satisfied grin. "Well, it sounds like he didn't like that you were going to be meeting with me outside of business." You hum and tap at your chin.

"Did he have this plan to see this woman tonight before or after you told him what you were doing?"

You reach down as James frowns in confusion before his eyes light up. You give your drink a stir with the straw it came with and smile.

"After."

You bring the straw up to your lips and take a drink.

"Well, there you go. Now this might all just be a coincidence... Maybe he is just worried about you as a friend... But what if it was more than that? What if this woman is like me, and just needed a friend to hang out with? You'll never know if you don't ask him."

James tosses his glass back and finishes it off. You frown softly.

"I know you are worried. And even if he doesn't think of you like that, I doubt him knowing your feelings would ruin your current relationship. You're his only friend, it seems. I highly doubt he'd let you go."

James just shakes his head with a small smile. "Perhaps I should talk to him."

You grin and throw your hands up into the air. "Whoo-hoo!" You stand up, slightly unsteady, and quickly throw the rest of your drink into your waiting mouth before leaning over to tug James to his feet.

"Now come on, new beastie! You promised we'd go see the midnight release of that new superhero movie! You got the tickets, right?"

You continue yammering on about the movie as James let you tug him along. He let a smile slip across his lips as he watched you.

This was a great start to a beautiful friendship.

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"What about that one?"

"Would you please stop?" You groan in embarrassment. "I'm not looking for a hookup. I want a real relationship, not a one-night stand."

"Hey!" Your work associate scuffs. She had hounded you to go out with her for drinks since no one else would. You are beginning to realize how much of a horn dog she is... And how annoying she is. No wonder no one else came with.

"It's not a jab at your choices, Susan. I just want something real." You sigh out.

"Doesn't mean you can't look? For All you know, you could meet the man of your dreams at a bar. Just because you talk to a guy at a bar doesn't mean you have to immediately sleep with the guy." Sue giggles. "But seriously. The guy by the pool tables with his friends, is totally hot and just your type." She took a sip from her drink, completely oblivious to the fact she has met the man before.

You let out a sigh and bit your lip before giving in. Your (e/c) orbs follow her finger, your mouth open to say no once more, when the man she was pointing at entered your gaze.

Your mouth went dry. Holy crap he was beautiful.

"Oh, wow." You whispered out, mouth hanging open in shock.

"Told ya!~" Sue sang.

You turn you gaze away quickly to avoid notice, your cheeks reddening slightly. "Okay. You aren't wrong. Holy crap. If his personality is as great as he looks, he'd be perfect." You nearly whine.

"Who cares about personality if he's hot?" Sue waves your comment away and you frown.

You narrow your eyes at the blonde sitting before you. "Uh, I do. Once again, Sue, not looking for a hookup. I want a man with personality, looks are just a plus. Something real and meaningful." Your gaze drifts over to the mystery man once more. "But God, he sure is hot."

"Oh..." Your eyes snap to Sue as she exclaimed and pouted, her eyes narrowed in poorly disguised distaste.

"What now?" You ask with a frown, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms.

Sue lips purse as she let her eyes roam over the man. "I think he's blind."

Your frown tilts down further and you look back towards the man. Sue was right. There was a walking cane near the pool table. Now that you took a closer look, he wasn't even really looking around at all.

"And?" You ask, which caused Sue to frown.

"And? You don't want to have to deal with that!" She whisper-yelled. Her hands slap at the surface of the table.

You roll your eyes and scuff. "First off, that is so rude. Second, you're drunk, Sue. And third, I don't care!" You throw your arms up into the air to emphasize your point. "Who cares if he can't see, doesn't make him useless." You argue.

Sue turns her frown from the mystery man to you. "You don't want to be his seeing eye dog."

You gape at her in shock before angrily grabbing your purse. You pick your drink up and make your way towards a table in the back, away from your coworker and near the pool tables.

"Wait! I'm sorry!" Sue calls your name, but you ignore her. You scuff to yourself when Sue doesn't even bother chasing after her supposed new friend.

"Fucking ableist." You hiss out between clenched teeth.

As you pass the pool tables, you try your hardest not to look towards the mysterious blind guy.

Unfortunately, the universe seems to be against you. Your foot caught on something, and you tipped forward. Your drink went flying and shattered on the floor as you fell.

"Careful there!" An arm shot around your front, halting your fall and making you gasp.

With your grip tight on the arm, you turn to the side to see what had tripped you, and you frown. That wasn't there before. It was over by the wall. You would know. You had basically examined this area thoroughly just a few minutes ago.

You tripped over his goddamn cane. Your face bursts into flames and all you want is for the world to have mercy on you, open up, and swallow you down.

"Oh, gosh. I am so sorry!" You said as you look up to see your mystery man trying to hold back a smile of amusement. 

He caught you... 

Wow. 

Good reflexes.

You try to look into his eyes but frown when you realized he had red tinted glasses blocking the way. Sad. You wanted to know what color his eyes were.

His face was tilted down, and if you hadn't known any better, you would swear he was looking right at your cleavage.

"Not your fault. It's my fault you tripped." He gestures toward his cane. He releases you carefully, making sure you were steadily on both feet before reaching down for his cane. 

Fumbling for a moment before he found it, his fingers wrap around the handle tightly as he stood tall once more.

"Holy crap you are tall." You blurt out. Your face immediately burst into flames, heart stuttering at your own foolishness.

"Oh, just kill me now." You groan quietly under your breath in embarrassment as you turn slightly away from him to hide your face, even though he couldn't see it.

He chuckled. "I'm only 5'10. Most wouldn't call that tall."

You turn back slowly with a small smile. "It is when you're as short as I am."

His head tilts curiously, a small smile on his face.

You bent down and groan. "Damn. It shattered. Crap." You mumble as you reach over to grab some napkins off of a close by table. You give a thankful smile as the woman at the table hands them to you. You bend down to sweep the glass and liquid into a pile.

"Let me buy you a drink to replace that. I can also let someone know it needs to be cleaned up while I do that." His voice made you want to melt. It was so smooth and silky. It was something you could sit and listen to all day long.

You stand up slowly and eye the man. He had both hands clasped over the top of his cane; head tilted with a small smile on his lips as he gazed slightly to the right of you.

You smile and look to his two friends. "You guys' mind if I join you? I had to ditch my friend. She... Pissed me off." The two of them where whispering quietly to one another and the girl slammed her elbow into the man's side as she noticed your gaze on them.

You let a small laugh escape as the two nodded rapidly and the girl stepped forward, her blond hair bouncing as she danced in place.

"We could play teams! I'm Karen, and this is Foggy. Mister Suave over there is Matt." The blonde spoke as she smiles and points toward your mystery man.

You mumble his name under your breath with a smile. You turn back to face Matt with a large smile. "Then I would love to take you up on your offer, Matt."

His smile widens and he turns slightly to look at you better, no doubt following the sound of your voice. "What were you drinking?"

You grin and move past him toward Foggy and Karen.

You pause at Matt's side as you pass. "Malibu and Lemonade." You pause and rests a gentle hand on his arm, giving a soft squeeze before letting go. "Please?"

You smile as Karen hands you a pool stick. You really hope this was the start of a beautiful friendship with these three.

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“You're kidding!” Karen exclaimed in shock, eyes sparkling as she grinned at you.

You lean forward even more, as if the two of you were sharing a deep dark secret.

But no. It was just some juicy gossip.

You let out a giggle, hand coming up to sniffle the laugh, a large smile covering your lips.

“Nope! She really said that!” Your eyes travel from her to the pool table just to your right.

You and Karen had stepped back while the boys took their turn, sitting at one of the taller tables against the wall, drinks in hand as you gossiped.

Karen never lost her grin as she raised a well groomed brow.

“I was curious as to why you were so pissed at your coworker. What a bitch!”

You throw your head back, unable to resist the laugh that burst free from your lips.

“I know! The people at work tried to warn me about her, but I hate taking in what people say about others. I like to judge people myself. My best friend is kind of anti-social and can come off as cold and calculating. But to me and my family, he's so kind and caring. I adored him.”

You watch as Foggy leaned over the table to take a shot and giggle when his tongue pokes out the side of his mouth in concentration.

As he misses his shot you stand up from your bar chair with a wince in sympathy.

“Oof. Bummer. My turn!”

Foggy pouts and you stick your tongue out at him as you took your cue.

You stand there with one hand on your hip, cue in your other with a look of determination.

“Now… I will probably suck ass at this. I've never played pool before. Which balls do I hit?” You cock your head and Foggy stared at you in shock.

“What!? Never played before? Where did you live? Under a rock?”

You wave your hand and approach the table to eye your targets.

“No, I just have no social life. It's one of the main reasons I came out tonight, to have some fun. Maybe make some friends.” You say softly.

Karen stepped up and slid her arm over your shoulder. “Well, mission accomplished. Now no real skill is needed here between us. We all kind of suck. Just aim for the striped ones and leave the 8 ball for last.”

Foggy snorted. “Says You! I happen to be great at hitting balls into holes. Matt here though,” He places a hand on Matt's shoulder. “Matt truly sucks.”

Matt let out a grunt. “Hey!”

You grin as the two begin to bicker and turn back to the table. You narrow your eyes down at the balls. “Alright. I can do this.”

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You grin widely and sit back in your seat with a grin.

“Don't be such a sore loser, Foggy.” Karen scolds.

“What!? Oh, come on. It had to have been beginner's luck. No way she can be that good without having ever played before.” He waved his hand in your direction, eyes narrowed. He points toward your chest, shaking his finger at you.

“Did you lie? Are you secretly a pool champion?”

You let out a snort and try your best not to be too loud. “Nope! Honestly. Never played before.” You look away and smile as a waiter put the food down in front you. You thank him.

“She's not lying.” Matt spoke up, a small smile on his lips as he listened to you and Foggy argue back and forth.

Foggy eyes Matt for a moment before relenting. “Fine. But I demand a rematch!”

You giggle and place a fry into your mouth. “Maybe next time. I should probably head home soon. I have a client to meet in the morning.”

Karen pulled her phone out with a small gasp. “Holy crap! It's half past midnight. Wow.”

As you finish up eating your very late dinner, you head out with the others, hovering on the corner as you exchange numbers with Karen.

You wave and thank them for the fun night. You watch as Karen and Foggy take off down the street in one direction, the opposite from you and Matt apparently.

You turn your attention to Matt and see he has his head turned toward your person.

“Thanks again, Matt. For catching me and letting me hang out with you guys. I had a lot of fun tonight.” You gaze up at him with a smile, the lights from the street highlighting your expression of contentment.

He turns to face you fully, his smile making you feel giddy.

“It was my pleasure. It was my fault you tripped. Do you want me to walk you home?” He asks softly.

You wave your hands frantically in front of you and then feel silly for it. Your cheeks heat up and you are insanely grateful he couldn't see how embarrassed you were.

“Oh! No, no. You don't have to do that. I don't actually live all that far from here. Few blocks south from here.” It's not exactly a lie. You do live only a few blocks away. At least, your neighborhood started around there. Your house was on the far end of the neighborhood, right on a corner street.

Matt looked as if he wanted to argue, but he didn't.

He bid you farewell and you sigh and watch as he walks away, turning to head home when you could no longer see him. Now you felt stupid for not accepting his offer.

Maybe you should have let him walk you home. You just didn't want to have to make him walk all the way back in an area he was unfamiliar with all alone.

You grumble, feeling sorry for yourself. Man, even in your own thoughts you sounded pathetic.

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“Your boss wants to meet me? Whatever for?” You ask playfully, knowing exactly why he wanted to meet you. You decided to feign ignorance. You were in a playful mood after all the fun you had last night.

Your head tilts to the side in curiosity as James looks up from the folder. You two had met today to talk over your plans for the condo building, which he was currently looking over.

He met your gaze head on and sighs. “You were right.”

You grin and interlock your fingers and rest your chin upon them as you encourage him to continue.

“It seems… That he fancies me as well. He would like to meet the woman who convinced me to speak to him about my feelings.” He smiles softly and you return it, leaning back in your seat.

“I told you so.”

He rolls his eyes and turns back to the folder. “It seems like you did.”

“Would he be opposed to meeting at my place for dinner? He can choose the day and time, just let me know.” You ask him after a few minutes of mulling over the request.

James set the folder down with a nod. “That should not be an issue. I'll bring it up to him tonight.”

You beam. “Good! Now, on to business. Most of the living spaces have low bearing walls. So, I was thinking-” You carry on, completely missing the tender look James was giving you as you went into detail about what your contractors had discovered about the old building.

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“Did we need heavy cream?” You ask yourself as you gaze at the coolers standing before you, hip cocked to the side as you tap at your chin.

You turn to ask Peter if he remembered. Your brother was visiting you for a week since school had let out for the summer.

You burst into laughter as he froze, arms filled with a variety of snacks, trying to put them into the cart without being seen.

“I said a few, not the whole aisle!” You continue to laugh as he pouts.

He whines out your name as you continue to laugh at him. You actually have to hold onto your stomach with one arm while wiping away a tear with your finger.

“I'm a growing teenage boy! I need substance!”

You reign in your laughs and smile at your brother fondly. “Did you at least get the Doritos?”

Peter scuffs, drops his load into the cart and holds up the distinguishable blue bag. “What kind of question is that!? Course I did! It's our go-to!”

You reach up and ruffle his hair. Your heart melted when he didn't shove you away annoyingly like most brothers would. He leans into your touch.

You pull back and glance down at the cart. “Now we need to get those steaks for dinner tonight, and a few other things. Then we are all set!”

You go to move behind the cart, but Peter beats you there.

“I've got it!” He beams at you, his legs bouncing him slightly in his excitement.

You'll never know where he gets all of this energy from.

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You set the potato salad down on the center of the kitchen table and step back.

There. You slap your hands together to wipe away the invisible dirt while you grin at your work.

Nearly everything was complete. You have the cheesy potatoes in the oven and only need to cook the steaks still. Luckily, those don't take too long to cook. Well, depending on how your guests prefer to have them cooked, that is.

Your doorbell chimes and you hear Peter tripping over something in the living room in his haste to get to the door. He knows how important this dinner was for you.

You step out into the hall to see Peter standing in the doorway shaking hands with a very large and intimidating looking man.

Your eyes widen. That was Wilson Fisk. The man who had been all over the news just a few months ago.

The man who had spent nearly a year in prison but had been released due to insufficient evidence for the crimes he had been committed for.

A man who had been very adamant on being reformed and trying his hardest to be a better man.

This was James’ boss and lover. Your client.

You catch Fisk’s eyes and you are startled to see the smile on his lips, his eyes light and filled with amusement.

You smile. Peter had yet to stop talking, and it seems like he has won over another person.

“Peter. Why don't you let them inside.” You remind him carefully and giggle when his face bursts into flames and he stumbles over his words in his embarrassment.

“A-ah. Right. Come in, come in!” He steps aside to let the much larger man inside.

Your eyes light up as you spot James step in right behind him.

“James! I am so glad you two could come!” You rush forward and pull the man into a hug. He stiffens for a moment before relaxing into your hold.

He was still unused to affection. You had nearly given the poor man a heart attack the first time you had hugged him.

You had apologized profusely and explained that you were just an overly affectionate person. He had accepted that and had told you he was okay with hugs as long as it was from you.

You giggle and pull back from his soft embrace. You would get him use to your friendly affection soon enough.

You turn to the man your best friend was in love with, the smile never leaving your lips.

“Mr. Fisk. It's a pleasure. I've heard nothing but good things from James.” You hold out one of your dainty hands and hengladly takes it within one of his. Wilson shakes it gently.

He would have to be careful with his strength with you.

“Please, call me Wilson. James has spoken fondly of you as well. I hope you don't let anything the media says denture you.”

His voice was deep, husky and warm. You beam.

“Oh, I don't care about what you have done in the past. I only care about the now; and I prefer to make my own judgments on others, not what others, social media, or the news claims.”

You clasp your hands together and bounce in place. “Dinner is almost done. Please, let's go sit and chat. I would love to get to know you more.”

Wilson watches as you skip towards the kitchen. He turns to look at James and sees his boyfriend smiling after you with a look of utter adoration.

“You were right.” Wilson murmurs quietly. “She is an angel.”

“My sister doesn't have many friends. Aunt May and I were worried when she moved here. We worried she'd be all alone.”

Wilson turns back to the boy who had excitedly introduced himself when the door had opened.

Peter was smiling up at Wilson, brown eyes wide and smiling just as brightly as his lips.

“I'm glad she has made friends here.” Peter gestures towards where you had disappeared.

“Do you like steak? My sister-” Peter broke out into a ramble as he led the two deeper into the house.

Wilson gazed around and he walked and took James’ hand lightly in his, squeezing it fondly. The house wasn't overly large, but it had a homey feeling that warmed him to his bones.

He could make this work. He would do better. He would be better, if only so this woman never had to see what he has been like in the past. He never wanted her to meet the monster he could so easily become.

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"Mini golf?" You ask, a brow arched in confusion. It's been nearly three months since you had met the three of them at Josies. You've had weekly get together with the three of them plus a few one-on-one lunches and outings with Karen. Doing something other than Josies would be fun.

Karen's laugh met your ears followed by an affirmative.

"Well, technically bowling, followed by mini golf, followed by pizza, followed by the arcade. It's Foggy's idea. He thinks we should all just hang out without being in a bar." She spoke, sounding excited.

You hum, a large smile crossing your lips as you clap your hands excitedly.

"Oh! Yes! I'm totally in. Matt too, right?" You want to make sure that this was something he was looking forward to as well.

Karen chuckles. "Yup! He actually enjoys bowling. Golf's a little harder, but he has us, so it'll be fine!"

You giggle and nod along, even though she couldn't see you.

Then you frown.

You glance over your shoulder towards where you knew Peter was. He was completely immersed in a movie he was watching.

You only had him for another three days. Could you leave him by himself for a few hours while you went out?

As if sensing your dilemma, Peter turned with a small smile.

You had Karen on speaker, so he had heard the whole conversation.

"Go! Have fun! I think I can handle being by myself for a while."

Karen gave a hum of confusion. "Oh? Who's that?" Her curiosity leaking through the phone.

Peter's grin widened. "Hi! I'm Peter! I'm the little brother! Nice to voice-meet you!"

You snort at the same time Karen does.

"You weren't wrong. He sounds adorable." You could imagine her smile as she spoke.

You reach out and ruffle Peter's hair. He leans into it, loving the feeling of your nails massaging his scalp.

"Oh, trust me. He's like a puppy. Downright adorkable." You confirm.

"So, tomorrow, three o'clock? You can meet us at the firm, and we can all walk there together."

You lean back into the couch and continue to run your fingers through Peter's hair. He made it easier by placing his head into your lap.

"It's a date, Miss Page."

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You glance down at the ball in your hands with a frown. It was heavy. You and Karen had been unable to find any of the ten pound or less balls, which sucked.

"Please tell me you know how to bowl." Foggy begs as he gazed at you.

You frown and shoot him a glare. "You shut your pie, Fog. I'm average at bowling. It's just this ball. I have to use a fifteen-pound ball because that family over there took the last light one." You huff and gesture towards the family of five a few lanes to the right of yours.

You catch Matt's smile, and he tries to hide his amusement by taking a sip of his beer.

Karen sets the beer pitcher down after pouring herself a glass.

"I'll have you know, we got together just last week to bowl, Foggy, she's better than I am."

Foggy startles and places his hand over his heart. "You guys went bowling and didn't invite us?!" He over exaggerates his pout. "Not cool!"

Karen scuffs and shakes her head. "It's called a girl's night. Girls. No boys."

Foggy sat down beside her with a pout still in place. "No fair. I wanna hang out with (Y/n), too. Just she and I."

You roll your eyes and turn to face the lane, completely missing Matt hitting Foggy with his cane.

"Hey! Ouch!"

You look over your shoulder to see Foggy rubbing at his knee and glaring at Matt, who was gazing in your direction looking as innocent as could be. Karen let out a laugh and was grinning.

You tilt your head.

"What did he do now?" You ask in confusion.

Karen just waves her hand dismissively. "Matt accidently hit him, no biggy."

You let you gaze land on Matt who shrugs. "I miscalculated how far away Foggy was when I folded my cane."

You pout. "Awe! I missed you getting hit!? Bummer."

You turn back, wanting to take your turn. The four of you had paid for 2 games, and you were first up.

You test the weight of the ball. Damn. It was heavy.

You hoped your wrists could last the two games.

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You sit yourself down heavily beside Matt with a wince, rubbing at your wrists. You had just taken your 10th turn in the game and knew you wouldn't be able to make it a whole other game.

You reach over and snatch Matt's glass from the table and take a few swallows.

Your face scrunched up. "Ew. Don't know why you guys like beer so much." You glare at the affronted drink before setting it back down.

Matt's chuckle has you smiling softly. "It's not so bad."

You stick your tongue out in disgust. "It's awful."

You watch as Foggy tosses his ball and lets out a loud 'whoop' in joy as it slid down the lane and got all out one pin.

You suck in deep breath and stand up. "I've gotta pee. Be right back."

You head to the ladies' room, take care of your business and head back with an empty bladder and the determination to suck it up and keep playing. You rub lightly at your wrists before taking a deep breath and heading back.

You get back to the group just as Matt is sitting back down from taking his turn.

You step up to the balls and reach down to grab yours and freeze. You spot a bright orange ten-pound ball where your green fifteen pounder should have been.

You glance over your shoulder to see both Karen and Foggy pointing at Matt as subtle as possible without drawing his attention and your heart flip flops in your chest.

Your face heats up and you turn back to the lane, orange bowling ball clutched to your chest.

Oh.

~~~~~~

"How are you so bad at this?!" Foggy laughed, leaning over to hold his stomach.

You flush and stare down at your golf club, making your way over to where your ball had flown to and apologizing to the couple occupying the hole.

You hear a smack followed by Foggy whining.

"Leave the poor girl alone!" Karen hisses.

"She sent it flying three holes over!" He tried to defend himself.

You frown before bending down and picking the ball up, clasping it between two fingers.

You walk back, shamefully set the ball down once more and look up to see where the hole you were trying to aim for is.

You see Matt, leaning against his club just behind where the hole was, and as if sensing your gaze, smiled and gestured down encouragingly.

His smile made you smile, the shame leaving your body as you ready your club.

You line it up with the ball and try to swing it gently.

Horror shot through you as the ball once again shot off, smacking Matt right in the chest.

You, Matt, Karen, and even Foggy fall silent and watch as the ball thumps to the ground in front of him in absolute shock.

Two seconds later and both Foggy and Karen are in hysterics.

You cover your mouth in shame and rush to Matt's side.

"Oh my god!" You squeal in absolute horror, hands waving uselessly in front of his chest as you try to make sure he is alright.

"Are you hurt?! I am so sorry!"

He stood there, still in shock before laughter bubbled up from his chest and out his lips.

Your mouth opens and closes in shock as you watch all three of your friends laugh their asses off.

"Oh my God!" Foggy cried as he slapped Karen's shoulder, both of them using each other for support as they cried, tears filling their eyes.

You cover your face with your hands, cheeks aflame and turn away from them all.

~~~~~~

"I want cheese and pineapple." You demand with your arms crossed and a glare on your face as you stare the two across from you down.

"That is atrocious." Foggy complains, fake gagging.

Karen was looking down at the glass of water before her with a small, apologetic smile.

You narrow your eyes at him.

"I had to sit there for nearly five minutes while you and Karen laughed your asses off. I deserve this for my tortured embarrassment."

You grumble as Foggy let out another snort. "Matt laughed too!" He pointed an accusatory at Matt, who is seated right beside you in the booth.

"For like five seconds. And it was more at the situation than at (Y/n). Besides, I don't mine pineapple on pizza." Matt shrugs, and lightly hits your shoulder with his, making you sway in place.

You uncross your arms and place your hand lightly on his arm and squeeze in thanks before letting go.

You lean forward, resting your elbow on the table while lacing your fingers under your chin.

"Pineapple and cheese." You dead pan.

Foggy glared before rolling his eyes and huffing at Matt.

"You're the one she hit! Shouldn't you be demanding that she get you your favorite pizza?"

Matt just shakes his head.

"Oh, come on! Karen!" He whines pathetically. "Tell these two that pineapple does not belong on pizza!" He cried out.

You bite back a smile. He was always so expressive with his over exaggeration. It made his personality.

Karen smiled shyly. "I actually don't mind it either."

Foggy gapes at all three of you. "Traitors! All of you!"

~~~~~~

"You hit him with a golf ball!?" Peter exclaims in shock, staring at you as you repeatedly hit your forehead against the kitchen table.

"I'm pathetic!" You whine into the hard surface.

"You hit the guy you are crushing on with a tiny little ball... The guy is blind right?" He asked in curiosity. You are so glad he isn't laughing like the others had.

Oh, how you loved your understanding and loving brother.

You nod against the wooden surface. "Ugh. Just end me now, you cruel, cruel world." You mumbled.

"Well, you said he laughed too, so he obviously didn't care. And he got you a lighter bowling ball too! So, he at least cares about his friends." He paused and watched as you wallowed in your own self-pity.

Your heart stutters as you are reminded of how Matt had gotten you a better matched bowling ball. Neither Karen nor Foggy had noticed your wrists were starting to hurt. Matt had.

"Is he at least hot?"

Your eyes widen, head shooting up to look at your brother in scandalized horror.

"Peter!"

Chapter Text

The night air was chilly as you slowly made your way home.

It was well past midnight. You and Karen had stayed at the bar later than the boys had tonight. The two of you had stayed until closing time, which was 2am.

You had left Karen's a few minutes ago, having walked her home. She was totally wasted, and you didn't feel comfortable leaving her to walk home alone while she was completely intoxicated.

You would have stayed, but you wouldn't be able to sleep. You've always had a difficult time sleeping at a house that wasn't yours. You always feel safer in your own bed, so you stubbornly decided to walk home.

You grip your leather jacket and tug it closed, hugging your arms to conserve heat.

Why did you decide to wear a dress today? 

Just as that thought crossed your mind, it began to pour.

You had gone with a cute, southern style white dress with little flower patterns around the skirt, which ended at mid-thigh. Karen had adored it. 

It did little to keep you warm, however, and now it was sticking to your skin uncomfortably.

Footsteps sound behind you, soft against the pavement and a shiver runs down your spin; as if someone had just poured a bucket of ice down the back of your dress.

You hold yourself tighter and quicken your steps, splashing water back up at you in your hurry.

You weren't anywhere close to your house yet. You still had at least fifteen or twenty minutes left of walking until you would reach your neighborhood at the least.

A rough hand clasps over your forearm and tugs you harshly into an alley.

A yelp left your lips and you struggled to pull yourself free from a man's grasp.

"Let me go!" You shout, eyes wide in fear.

Your back is slammed into a wall, and he crowds you against it.

You see a flash of silver glinting in the dull light the alley provided before a cool sharp object is pressed into the fabric covering your stomach, pressing down threateningly.

"Be quiet girly. Give me all your cash and maybe, maybe I won't hurt you." a man snarled into your face, his breath reeking of alcohol and something foul.

You snap your mouth shut and fumble for the pocket of your jacket, reaching in to yank out your wallet. You had opted not to bring your purse today.

"Please, just take it and leave!" You beg as you hold it out between shaking fingers.

The man takes it and roughly shoves it into the packet of his hoodie.

He eyes you for a moment, eyes roving over your form.

"Well, ain't you a beauty? What's a little thing like you doing out all alone at a time like this?" He licks his lips and your heart drops into your stomach.

Oh no. Please. Anything but this.

You cry out as you are shoved roughly away from the wall, falling to the ground on your stomach, hands and knees scraping against the asphalt painfully. The dirty, wet ground no doubt staining your dress.

He yanked the back of your jacket, and you free yourself from it easily. Thank God it wasn't zipped shut.

"No!" You kick out as the man roughly turns you over, flinging your jack off to the side and prying your legs apart.

He slots himself between them.

He catches your foot as you kick once more and tuts at you.

His grubby fingers dig into the flesh of your calf while the other reaches down to unzip his pants. "Oh, I love it when they try to fight back. Excites me even more."

Disgust and horror shot through you.

Your hands fly up and you dig your nails into the man's neck and yank.

He lets out a shout and you place a well-aimed kick at his chest, which makes him stumble back.

You scramble to your feet and bolt.

You round a corner just as the man's fingers skim the back of your dress.

Something shot past you, your eyes widening in fear as the man cried out in pain.

Not knowing what was happening, or where the projectile came from, you spin around to defend yourself.

The man is cradling his nose, which is busted and bleeding profusely.

"You fucking bitch!" He snarls and spits out some blood before he flicks his knife and takes a step forward.

Your eyes drift down to an object laying at his feet. He kicks it as he takes another step.

"Preying on a woman over half your size. Pathetic." A voice warned from behind you.

Right behind you.

Your whole-body tenses in shock.

Slow steps walk up behind you and continue past your position. Your eyes widened in shock.

The Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Holy shit.

The man attacked with his knife, but the Devil was faster.

He grabs the man's wrist and twists. The resonating snap has you wincing at the sheer volume of its echo.

Three swift hits with his fist to the man's face and he's out, hanging limply from the Devil's grasp.

You watch in stunned silence, mouth gaping as the Devil reaches into the man's hoodie and retrieves your wallet.

He drops the man to the cold, wet ground before bending to pick his billy club back up.

He was breathing heavily, and his posture screamed how pissed off her was.

The media didn't do him any justice. The suit hugged this man in all of the right places.

"Are you alright?"

His voice snaps you out of your haze and you blink in confusion. There was a tension in his voice that confused you, but it was warm, breathy sounding. No doubt trying to disguise his real voice.

"A-ah. Yes. Thank you." You stutter.

He turns to face you fully, head tilted as if he were examining you.

"Call the cops. Tell them what happened." He tossed your wallet to you, and you fumble to catch it.

You gaze down at it in stunned silence before raising your head to thank him again.

He was gone.

Your gaze drifts across the alley and you frown. Damn. You really wanted to make sure he knew you were thankful.

You quickly rush over to your discarded jacket for your phone so you could dial 911. Thank God for waterproof Stark tech.

~~~~~~

You sat numbly in the waiting room of the police station, staring down at your bandaged hands.

You still couldn't believe what had happened.

Your name is called frantically from in front of you, you look up slowly, and spot James rushing through the doors and toward you, eyes filled with worry.

He was still in his sleepwear. Sweatpants and a more than likely hastily thrown on button up. You couldn't picture him owning anything else.

Your lips quiver and your eyes fill with unshed tears. You reach out weakly.

You've never seen him look so disheveled before.

He's in front of you within seconds, hands gently examining your body and coming across your bandaged hands and knees.

"What happened? The cop that called me said you were attacked?"

He takes your hands in his lightly, as to not agitate them and you let the tears fall.

"H-he tried to rape me!" You sniffle and reach up to wipe at your cheeks to no avail.

"Who?" A raspy, cool voice demanded. You sniffle and peek around James to see Wilson standing close behind him.

He looked calm, but livid, angry on your behalf.

"I- I don't know. Never seen him before." You whimpered.

James turns your attention back to him as he reaches up to wipe at your face with his sleeve.

"But he didn't succeed?"

You shake your head. "No. That guy, um... The Devil of Hell's Kitchen came before he could. Knocked him out and told me to call the cops."

Wilson tensed up. "Daredevil saved you?"

You bite your lip. Right. You forgot. Daredevil was the man who had gotten Wilson arrested.

"Yes. That man would have succeeded in r-raping and then probably would have killed me if it wasn't for him."

Tears once again start falling and James pulls you into his arms before swiftly lifting your smaller frame up and into his arms.

"You're coming home with us. You shouldn't be alone tonight." He left no room for arguments.

You place your head down on his shoulder and curl up into his hold.

"I don't want to be alone." The second those words left your lips, your eyes widened.

You sprang up, pushing back from James' shoulder. "I told my friend I would let him know when Karen and I got home! It's been hours! He's probably worried!"

Wilson's large hand came down to gently rest upon the top of your head and carefully guide you back down.

"You can message him once we get in the car. A few more minutes won't hurt. Were you out with your friends tonight? How come they weren't with you?"

You rest back down and mumble sleepily, the night catching up to you. You were exhausted.

"Matt and Foggy left the bar around midnight, Karen and I stayed. I walked her home. She was wasted. So, I walked home alone. I should have stayed at her place. I was stupid." You berate yourself.

"You probably should have, but you are not stupid. It looks like you fought back." James tries to reassure you.

You smile softly and close your eyes with a small hum.

"I got my nails into his face pretty good. It'll probably scar."

Wilson spoke softly and kept talking even after James set you into the back seat of a car.

Your mind wandered into the realm of sleep, lulled by the feel of Wilson's fingers stroking through your hair lightly.

~~~~~~

To say your friends were terrified for your safety was an understatement.

Karen had gotten you a can of bear mace to carry around at all times.

Foggy had taken you out to get a small handgun, one you could keep in your purse for emergencies. Getting a conceal and carry permit wasn't hard for you to get.

Matt had even offered to teach you self-defense, which Foggy and Karen both agreed was an excellent idea. You had no idea that Matt's secret passion was boxing. He knew how to defend himself well. You ended up agreeing to be taught, which made you blush badly much to Karen's glee.

That means alone time with Matt. It's never been just you and Matt before. You've always had Karen or Foggy or both when you hung out.

It would be a nice change. You hope you wouldn't embarrass that crap out of yourself.

You had agreed to meet him at a place called Fogwell's Gym. He apparently knew the owner and got permission to use it after hours, which was cool. But that also meant it really would be just you and him. Alone. Not even any strangers around.

You were doomed.

Three days. You had three days to get yourself together.

You bang your head down on your desk, startling a few of your colleagues.

Crap.

Chapter Text

You were frantic with nerves.

You had four hours before you would be leaving to meet Matt at the gym and you had spent nearly the entire day stress baking cookies. You now had more than you would even be able to eat.

The sound of your doorbell ringing made you pause. You weren't expecting any visitors. Salesperson perhaps?

You finish taking the tray of cookies out and place the last tray into the over.

“Just a second!” You calm out, hoping they would hear you.

You quickly pull your phone out and set a timer.

You take your apron off and drop it over one of the island stools.

You head into the hall and approach the door.

Your peer through the peephole and your whole body froze in shock.

“Oh.”

You open the door and yup. Still there. You weren't seeing things.

“Tony Stark. What have I done to earn your visit?” You ask with a small smile.

He eyes your form, no doubt spotting some flour in your hair and on your cheek.

“You getting mugged.” Was his direct answer.

Your smile falls and you hunch in on yourself at the reminder.

“Why would you be here after that? You don't even know me.”

Tony shrugs. “Peter is worried. So, I am here to install extra protection into your security system and your phone.”

You step aside to let him in, brows pinched in confusion. “More? I thought it was already state of the art?”

Tony lets a grin cross his lips. “Apparently Peter didn't tell you everything. Like how to shutter your windows to enter a lockdown.”

Your brows nearly disappear into your hairline. “Lockdown!?”

“Jarvis, initiate lockdown.”

A British sounding voice echoes around your house.

“Right away, Sir. Entering Lockdown.”

You gape as heavy steel shutters begin to seal your windows and the door. You hear a click as your door locks in place automatically.

“Lockdown initiated.” The voice announced.

You stare at Tony in shock. “You put shutters on the windows and doors?”

Tony leaned against the wall. “Yup!” He replied, popping the ‘P’.

“All hidden and completely undetectable. Cameras too, inside and out. Have you not taken a look at the system?”

You approach the window next to the door and examine the shutters closer. They were on the outside of the house. Huh. Cool.

“No! I just press the ‘away’ when I leave and unlock it with my passcode on the screen. I had no idea there was more to it. What about the voice?” You ask softly.

“Jarvis, say hello to Ms. Parker.”

“Hello Ms. Parker.”

You stare up at the ceiling and notice a small speaker that blends in with the white of the paint.

You never would have noticed that.

“Jarvis is an AI created by me of course. I have him installed in everything I create personally, including your phone.”

Your eyes snap to Tony. You quickly pull out your phone and point at it? “This? I mean, I know it's a Stark phone, but I didn't know it had an AI built in!”

Tony sighed dramatically. “Peter was supposed to inform you. That kid.” He shakes his head fondly.

You want to slap your forehead at your brother's forgetfulness. That kid indeed.

“That model isn't available to the public. You, Peter, May and a few others are the only ones that have it. Jarvis will be able to do nearly everything for you. Scheduling, keeping notes and files, setting timers, alerting you about news… Nearly everything, including alerting the authorities or locking down the house. My number should be in there as well, in case you ever need to reach me.”

You were so confused. “But why? Why do all of that? You don't Even know me.”

Tony pushed off the wall, his eyes locking onto yours.

“Because the second Peter entered my life and became a part of my family, so did you and May. I protect my family.”

You felt the blush coming and turned to head to the kitchen.

“Do you like cookies?”

~~~~~~

Meeting Tony Stark in person and being declared as an honorary family was mind-boggling in itself. Somehow you were left alone in your house with a get together promised soon.

Stepping into Fogwell's Gym, however, was worse.

Your nerves were nearly fried, you were so nervous.

“Why's it so dark in here?” You whispered to yourself as you slowly made your way inside. You gaze around you in awe.

This wasn't your typical gym.

You could tell right away it was a boxing gym. The two large boxing rings were a giveaway. Besides them, there were weight sets on either side, a few dummies and a couple boxing bags. None of the typical gym machines.

“Sorry. I didn't think about turning the lights on. I don't really need them, so I always leave them off.”

His voice startles you. You let out a small yelp and spin around, hand flying up to your chest, heart racing.

“Jesus Matt! Make some noise next time!”

His answering grin has you melting in place, body relaxing and a large blush spreading across your cheeks.

He looked good. Really good.

In the dim lighting of the gym, you could see his eyes. He wasn't wearing his glasses. They were beautiful.

He was standing before you, in nothing but his sweatpants and a tank top. A thin tank top that gave you a great idea of what was hidden under neath.

Your gaze traveled down.

“You aren't wearing any shoes.” You stare stupidly, blinking in confusion.

Matt's answering chuckle had you turning red and cupping both your cheeks to try and cool them off.

“We're going to enter the ring. No shoes allowed.” He smiled, reached out carefully and set his cane up against the post for the ring nearby. “Do you need the lights?”

He's looking toward you, ear tilted in your direction, gaze staring blankly over your shoulder.

You shake your head as you gaze around. The large windows were letting in the warm light from the streetlamps, and now that your eyes were adjusting, you could see much better now.

This is how you liked it at home. Warm lighting. Nothing too bright.

Your eyes travel back to Matt and you face-palmed. Right.

“You just gestured, didn't you?” He teased, eyes wrinkling in amusement as he smiled warmly.

“Oh, God. Kill me now.” You whispered under Your breath. “Sorry.” You nearly whined.

His answering chuckle had a small smile fall on your lips.

“Don't be sorry. It's nice when people don't walk on eggshells around me.”

You slap lightly at your cheeks to psych yourself up.

“Alright! I'm ready for this, what's first?” You playfully punch the air in front of you, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“Oh! Wait!”

You rush over to a nearby bench and take your jacket and purse off, setting them both down on the wooden surface. You slide your sweater up and over your shoulders and let it joint the rest of your items, leaving you in a sports bra and leggings.

You bend down and untie your sneakers. “Socks or no socks?” You ask as you look over your shoulder.

Matt is turned away from you, facing towards the ring.

“No socks. Easier foot grip.”

You nod and slide your shoes off. “Foot grip.” You giggle to yourself. “That's something you don't hear every day.”

You stand tall once more and skip over to Matt, standing at his side with a big grin.

“I'm ready to learn, Captain!” You mock salute.

You can tell he is trying not to laugh as he smiles. Every time he smiles because of you, it makes butterflies flutter in your stomach.

He guides you into the ring, so you are standing I'm the middle, three or four feet apart and facing one another.

First, he goes through each step on what to do if someone comes at you with a knife.

When you take your stance, you wait for him to move, eyes tracking his for carefully.

“Ready?”

You pout. “Should you really warn me? In real life, a person isn't gonna wait for-” You cut yourself off when he moved.

Instinct took over. You squeak, taking a step back, completely unprepared.

You trip over your own feet and begin to fall backwards. A soft ‘oof’ leaves your lips as Matt grabs your wrists, bringing them both up above Your head with one hand while the other has his forearm pressed into your chest to pin you down. His legs are on either side of you.

You stare wide eyed up at him.

“You were saying?”

His face was inches from yours, and while you are completely stunned stupid, Matt begins to laugh.

While he is having fun, your brain doesn't want to work properly. It warmed your heart to see him letting loose.

He sits up wipes at his brow.

He helps you to your feet and you want to complain, but he got you fair and square.

“Alright. I admit. I suck. Can we try again?”

Matt shakes his head fondly and readies himself.

This time, you are paying closer attention. As he moves, so do you.

The move you manage to pull off would make James and Wilson proud. You honestly don't think you could ever repeat it.

You pivot on your heel, shoving one of Matt's hands to the side with your palm while grabbing onto his arm with the other. You pivot once more, using your shoulder to semi toss him over and onto his back. Though your small stature made it impossible to completely throw him over, you used your foot to trip him and used his weight against him.

You pinned him down, legs wrapped around his to hold them down while your arms pinned him to the ground, using your body to your advantage.

His eyes are wide in shock as you puff for air against his chest.

Not the most effective way to pin someone down, but it worked and caught him off guard.

You pull back, smiling widely down at his stunned face.

“Ha!” You cheer.

“I know it's not the most effective way to take someone down, but I figured since it was you, it would be fine.”

You sit up fully, releasing his legs while giggling.

Your giggle tempers off as warm hands grab you gently by the hips, your eyes widen as you notice your position.

You were straddling his waist.

Matt’s eyes were darting back and forth, as if trying to search for your face, his eyes heated.

He sat up and you let out a small ‘eep’ at the sudden movement.

His hands tightened on your waist slightly.

“You drive me absolutely crazy.”

His words stunned you stupid.

“Me?” Your tongue darts out to wet your lips.

There was no way this was happening. This only happened in the movies.

Matt chuckled, eyes closing as he leaned forward, letting his forehead rest against yours. “Yes you. Since I first met you.”

“Matt.” You whispered. No way this was happening.

You reach up with shaky hands, one rests over his heart while the other lightly cups his stubbled jaw. You run your thumb along the top of his cheek, and he leans into the touch.

“I would very much like to kiss you now.” He husked out, eyes still closed.

You could do little more than nod against him before his lips were on yours, coaxing you to move against him as he claimed what he wanted.

You melt against him, heart pounding in your chest. Your eyes close involuntary, arms looping behind his head, finders curling into the hair at the base of his skull.

One of his hands traveled up from your hips, skimming against the naked flesh of your waist and back before cupping the back of your head to hold you closer.

Your body melds to his, welcoming whatever he would give you.

The two of you break away to breathe, both of you trying to catch your breath. Though he didn't move far, only a hair's breadth away.

Your lips spread wide in a happy smile, and he grins back.

“I would also like to take you out. Without the others.” His lips brush yours as he speaks, and your stomach does somersaults.

“Like a date?” You ask softly, scared of the answer.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Exactly like a date.” He whispered back.

Comfort. That's what this was. Both of you were soaking in the comfort the other provided.

Your smile widened and you knew he could feel it as he leaned forward to kiss you once more.

Chapter Text

You sat at your desk, staring down at the document before you. Finally. The building was completely move in ready.

You had just gotten off the phone with the city inspector. Everything had been built and done correctly.

Luckily, you had been preparing for the condos getting done in time, and thus had already been taking in applications. The condos were nearly booked out.

Now you just had to let James and Wilson know. Your job for this project was nearly complete.

A ping on your phone alerts you to a message and you take a quick peek, a small smile lighting up your face.

Matt...

He wants to get dinner tonight. How could you say no to that?

A glance at your phone's clock makes your smile turn into a grin. Only an hour left until you could clock out. Thank God it was Friday.

You had worked over time this week so you could get out at noon today.

You sent a quick affirmative to Matt before pulling up Jame's number to tell him the good news.

Matt had officially asked you out nearly a week ago, but due to both of your schedules being full, had been unable to go out. Tonight would be your first official date.

You were so excited! And nervous. Oh, so nervous.

Your thumb hovers over the call button and you bite your lip before switching to text. Should make sure he isn't busy first.

Are you busy right now?

Not at the moment. Something wrong?

You giggle. Of course he assumes something is wrong.

Nope! All's good. Great in fact.

?

Matt and I are finally going out tonight and I need help getting ready. I've never gone on a date before.

Really? Want me to pick you up from work? What time is your date? Do we have time to get you an outfit?

You laugh. Before you could answer your phone began to ring and you answer it with a fond smile.

"You didn't answer fast enough." You could practically hear the pout in his voice.

"Yes, you can pick me up. Yes we have time to go shopping." You giggle.

"I swear you're more excited about his date than I am."

James let's out a small laugh. "You are right? Excited?"

You smile softly and gaze off towards the window of your office. "Yes. But I'm also nervous. I really like this guy, James. What if I make a complete fool of myself?"

"Hey, if you do, and he is a prick about it, then he's not worth your time. Besides. This is Murdock we are talking about right?" At your small hum of confirmation, he continues. "Then I've met the guy before. He really is one of the good ones. And if he turns out not to be, you just let me and Wilson take care of him."

You smile fondly. "Hey, now. No maiming or murdering." You scold playfully."

James chuckles. "There are other ways to ruin a man."

You let out another hearty laugh. "Never change, James. Never change."

~~~~~~

You stare down at your phone screen, tongue sticking out as you await an answer from Matt.

"God, you are so adorable."

You suck your tongue back, face red in embarrassment and look up to see Wilson watching you fondly. James was just behind him browsing through a rack of dresses.

You smile shyly, gaze lowering back down to your phone as it buzzes.

"Oh! He made a reservation at a Japanese Steak House. Osaka? Semi-formal. I've never been. Is it any good?" You ask as you look back up and slide your phone into your back pocket after sending a thumbs up back to Matt.

Wilson smiles softly, setting one large hand on your back to steer you towards James.

"It's delicious. You get dinner and a show. The chef cooks all the food right at your table, that is, if he takes you to the hibachi side of the restaurant."

Your eyes widen, excitement filling you to the core. "Ooo! Sounds fun!" You bounce in place.

Wilson chuckles and James tilts his head and smiles, stifling a snort at your child-like boundless energy.

"So semi-formal. What about this?" He pulls black dress out from the rack and holds it out in front of you.

Before you could even comment on it, he shakes his head and frowns. "No. Nope. Too sexy." Before placing it back.

You share a look of confusion with Wilson.

"Too sexy? James, the girl has made out with the guy already. I don't think dressing up sexy is too much."

You giggle as James shakes his head vehemently. "Nope. She's too innocent. She'd look better with something cute and girly. Sexy can come later after they have sex."

Your hands shoot up to cover your face as you blush. "James!" You cried out in shock.

James turns and smiles softly. "Tell me I'm wrong, and we will go purchase that dress right now."

A small whine makes it's way past your lips and you look down, burrying your flaming face into your hands. You couldn't tell him that, because he knew you so well.

"That's what I thought." James states smugly as he turns back to continue towards the lighter colored dresses.

Wilson sighs softly and you glance up at his face. The look of adoration on his face as he gazed after James makes you smile.

You've always wanted someone to look at you like that. To be absolutely vulnerable around you.

You trail after James, Wilson right at your side protectively.

Maybe...

Your heart melts a little as James turns to you with another dress. A light, baby blue sun dress.

Maybe Matt was the one who you could have that with one day. But right now, as you spend more and more time with these two guys, your realizing just how vulnerable you feel like you can be around them. They had your trust held firmly within their hearts, just as you did theirs.

You wouldn't trade this relationship with them for the world.

~~~~~~

Dinner had been amazing.

Matt had picked you up from your house and the two of you had enjoyed the walk to the restaurant in peace, chatting quietly.

You had gotten the salmon and shrimp and thoroughly enjoyed the dinner and show.

You couldn't stop smiling, and you knew without a doubt, you looked silly for it.

The two of you had talked and laughed about everything and anything, completely in your own world, oblivious to the others who had shared your table.

It was just you and him.

"Okay, so, favorite food?" You ask, pointing your fork towards him, a shrimp speared on the prongs.

He hums, taking a bite from his fried rice. "Definitely a good steak and potatoes. You?"

You pause, head tilting in thought. "Mmmm? Maybe, (f/f)? Yeah, Definitely (f/f)."

He chuckles and takes another bite. "Of course. You always order that at Josie's."

You giggle. "It's my go-to. It never fails, no matter where I order it at."

You bump your knee against his and he returns the gesture with a large smile.

"Hey, Matt? Did you enjoy the show the chef did? I know you couldn't see it, but he was funny, and the flames, you definitely felt those." You ask, taking another piece of salmon into your mouth, followed by some noodles.

"Oh, yeah. The heat was intense. Seeing how long I could chug soju was fun too." That was pretty hilarious, he got quite a bit on his shirt in the end. The sight of the alcohol running down his chin should not have affected you as much as it had.

You giggle. "You went much longer than I could. And you caught every piece of zucchini he tossed at you too!" You pick up a piece of the said zucchini from your plate and pop it in your mouth.

Matt's cheeks pinked slightly and you grin.

He was so adorable.

"I missed all the pieces he tossed me." You mumble in embarrassment.

He chuckles. "So how about your favorite color?" He asks casually.

You wipe at your mouth with the napkin and take a sip of your drink.

"Oh that's easy. Browns. It's warm and earthy, welcoming." You blush, leaving out the fact that it was a fairly new favorite. The shade of brown you liked the most was a deep chocolate, the same as his eyes.

"How's work been lately? Any new and interesting cases you can talk about?" You ask casually, wanting to see how his week had been.

He shrugs. "Not a whole lot going on. A couple of post-divorce disputes, a guy wanting to get his dog back from his mother, and someone fighting a parking ticket."

You nearly choke on your food at the last one. Matt's large hand pats lightly at your back. "A parking ticket?! Jeez. I'd just suck it up and pay the damn ticket." You laugh.

Matt joins in. "My thoughts exactly. He's spending more fighting it than what the parking ticket was worth."

You laugh once again. "What a moron."

As the two of you continued eating, you kept asking one another questions, taking turns and learning more about one another.

It was perfect.

He was perfect.

"I've taken on a new client, now that the previous project is nearly complete. This guy wants to fix up the old orphanage. The original was shut down due to a fire. He wants me to go in, assess the damage, and see what I can do to restore it." You smile as Matt helps you slide your jacket over your shoulders.

He wanted to walk you home. Refused to let you walk home alone. Not after what happened last time.

And you hoped he was just as desperate as you were to hold off separating, not yet ready to end the night quite yet.

Your arm looped through his, palm clasped against his bicep as the two of you exit the restaurant.

You liked this. Being close to him. Just basking in his warmth and presence.

James had bought you a cute, sunny yellow sundress with small white polka dots on the skirt. It was adorable, if not a little short. The perfect combination of cute and sexy.

You knew Matt couldn't see the dress, but you enjoyed feeling pretty.

Who knows, maybe one day, Matt would feel the dress on you. Perhaps while taking it off or during a heavy petting make out session.

You lick your lips. Hopefully sooner than later.

"I hate to say it, but sadly, an orphanage in this city would be a good thing. There are way too many children out on the streets." His voice, though sad, also held a hint of anger.

His words snap you back into the real world. Right. The orphanage. You scold yourself for letting your mind wander.

Matt didn't like the idea of so many homeless kids out and about in the cold any more than you did.

"It's why I accepted as fast as I did. I'm taking a look at the building next week." You had a slight bounce to your step as you walked.

You liked this as well. Just talking, whether about work or complete nonsense.

He always listened and supplied input.

You couldn't keep the smile off your face.

All too soon, you reached your house.

As he walked you up your front steps, you began to feel a little nervous. You hoped he had as much fun as you did.

As you turn, skirt brushing against your thighs softly, you smile when you see he already has his attention solely focused on you.

Before you could chicken yourself out, you slide your arm from his, hand trailing down his arm to twine your fingers with his.

You raise up onto the tips of your toes and press a slow kiss to his cheek.

When you pull back, he's supporting the largest smile you have ever seen. He looked as if he was declared as the luckiest man on earth.

"Thank you, Matt. Tonight was amazing."

Matt leans down and you follow his lead.

His lips ghost over yours. Soft and feather light, before you press forward more.

He takes the hint.

His arm slides around your waist and he basically lifts you up off the ground to hold you closer as he deepens the kiss.

One hand slid behind your neck, fingers threading through the hair at the base of your neck, the other clasped firmly around your waist

All too soon, he forces himself back, both of you breathing heavily.

Though you wanted nothing more than to invite him inside, it was too soon, too fresh. You didn't want to rush this.

"When can we go out again?" He asks, voice soft, quiet, yet with a hint of desperation and, dare you think, hope?

You grin, happy to know he was just as affected by you as you were of him. "Tomorrow?"

His eyes close and his forehead rests against yours.

"Definitely."

Chapter Text

“Ooo, ooo ooo! We could go to the zoo!” Peter exclaimed, bouncing in place as his arm waved excitedly through the air.

You smile fondly at your brother and giggle. “Calm yourself, Chipmunk. We aren't in school. No need for hand raising.”

Peter's face turns crimson and he ducks his head down in slight embarrassment, though the large smile never leaves his lips.

You reach out and ruffle the top of his head and melt in relief as he still leans into it. God you hoped that never changed.

“The zoo sounds fun, but we've gone a few times already. What about the new aquarium that just opened up?” You ask as you turn your attention back to the stove, making sure the sauce for the tuna casserole hasn't burned yet.

Peter's eyes light up and he steps around the island to stand beside you. “The one that has the Beluga?”

You bite your lip and turn your head in thought. “I believe they named him Albert.”

“Yes! Oh my God! Yes! I have to see Albert!” He bolted from the kitchen, “I have to tell Ned!”

You burst into laughter and shake your head fondly.

Looks like tomorrow the two of you are heading for the zoo.

~~~~~~

“Why not invite Matt?”

Peter's words had you pausing. You stood just beside your Jeep, the car that you rarely used.

You liked walking. It helped you cleanse your mind.

You blink owlishly down at your keys.

Not even a second later you are whipping your phone out excitedly.

Two weeks. You had officially been dating Matt for two weeks and just the thought of being with him made you giddy.

Peter hasn't met him yet.

He answers on the second ring.

“Sweetheart-” You cut him off before he could finish his greeting.

“Peter and I are on our way to the aquarium! It's about an hour and a half away! It just opened two weeks ago. Wanna come with?”

You're bouncing in place excitedly, then balk as he chuckled.

Your face heats. “Oh! Um! Hi.”

“Hi, sweetheart.”

You melt a little inside and unlock your car. “So? Wanna join us? You up for a road trip, Murdock?”

“With you? Always.” There's the sound of rustling on his side. “I'm at the office. Wanna pick me up?”

~~~~~~

“And next weekend, Ned's getting the new Lego Death Star that just came out, and he wants to build it together! It has over 10,000 pieces!” Peter exclaimed; hands thrown up into the air.

Matt chuckled. “Wow. You plan on building it all in one day? That's a lot of pieces.”

Peter grins. “It's a piece of cake. You should see some of the other Lego sets we've built together!”

Listening to the two chat happily back and forth to one another had you smiling softly, getting lost in their conversations.

Your hand tightens, squeezing Matt’s softly. His head turns to face you slightly as Peter leads the way towards the Beluga whale tank.

He wanted so badly to see Albert, that he begged with his adorable puppy eyes to go straight there first before sightseeing the rest of the aquarium.

You couldn't say no, and to your enjoyment, neither could Matt. He couldn't resist the sound of Peter's pleas.

Hand in hand, you follow after Peter, pulling Matt along behind you, albeit, slower than you normally would. You were just as excited to see Albert.

The second the large tank came into view, you dropped Matt's hand with a squeal, you and Peter heading immediately for the underground viewing area.

Matt's chuckle follows the two of you.

Peter stands beside you, both of you stood against the thick glass, hands pressed to the cool surface as you gaze in awe at the majestic mammal.

A strong, warm arm wraps around your waist, and you feel the cool touch of his cane against your bare thigh as he holds you close.

Your smile grows as you lean back into him.

“Look at him. He's so beautiful.” Peter gushes. He turns to address Matt.

“Can I ask a question, Matt?” He asks slowly, as if afraid to offend.

Matt nods. “Of course.”

Peter bit his lip, a habit he no doubt learned from you.

“Do you remember what colors are? From before your accident? Like if I said a color, could you picture it?” His question made you curious as well.

Matt's head tilts. How adorable.

“Yes. I remember.”

Peter beamed. Then he began to express in vivid detail the Beluga whale swimming before you in his tank, and you melt into Matt's hold even more.

Matt's hand tightens against your waist, holding you closer.

He was beaming just as brightly as Peter was.

Your eyes widened slightly.

Oh, God. You knew without a doubt that you were falling for this man. You were falling hard, and you didn't want anyone to catch you.

Your eyes closed happily.

No.

You wanted to keep falling.

~~~~~~

“Yes! They have sharks!” You exclaimed happily, swinging Matt's hand as you skipped towards Shark Cove.

Matt, stumbling around behind you. You had tried to slow down for him, since you were his guide, but he had nipped that in the bud, telling you to do as you normally would, that he would keep up and that it made him happy to see you so excited.

You decided to take his word for it. He hadn't had any issues keeping up with both you and Peter.

Your hand slipped from Matt's, and you slowly stepped up to the glass before you. A whole wall of floor to ceiling glass.

Sharks, rays, and other small fish swam before you, lapping each other as they swam in circles around the enclosure. It was huge and oh so beautiful.

You aren't sure how long you stood there for, mesmerized by the sharks.

You turn, noticing Matt and Peter weren't with you.

You gaze roamed and you spot Peter by his yellow hoodie. He was standing near the far wall, holding onto a large soft pretzel as Matt paid for it. You grin.

Of course. Peter could never resist pretzels.

Your heart warmed at the thought. You were glad Matt and Peter were getting along. You hadn't realized how worried you had been about that. Thankfully, it seemed you never had to worry about that.

Shaking your head fondly, you turn back to the sharks.

There was just something so soothing, so satisfying in watching the large predators glide leisurely through the water.

“(Y/n)! They have pretzels!”

You turn as Peter skips to your side. You reach up, combing your fingers through his chocolate curls. You wished he could visit more. This would be the last visit for a while. School and the internship made it hard for him.

“I can see that. Conned Matt into getting one?” You teased.

Matt chuckled as he came to rest beside them. “All he had to do was look at me. I caved before he could even ask.”

Peter gaped. “How did you even know I was looking at you?”

Matt shrugs. “You kept getting closer and closer to the stall. They smelled amazing and I guessed from there. I see I was right though.”

Peter blushed and pouted. “Am I really that obvious?”

That caused you to laugh and ruffle his head. “Always.”

He leaned into your touch and your smile softened.

“What shall we go see next?”

Peter reached back with his free hand and drew out the aquarium map. “There's a section with frogs, bugs, and spiders. We could go see those.”

Matt's head tilted in confusion. “Why does an aquarium have non-water habituated creatures? The frogs I get, but bugs and spiders?”

That made you pause. “Hey, yeah! Why are there bugs?” Just the thought of bugs made you shiver in disgust.

Peter sniffled a laugh. “And spiders.”

You shake your head. “No, nope. I won't be going anywhere near the spiders. Anything with more than four legs is an abomination. Ugh. I'll stay back while you look at them closer, Peter.”

Peter grins. “But an octopus has eight, and you love those.” He says as he begins to lead both you and Matt the correct way.

“Technically, they have tentacles, not legs.” Matt points out, his arm sliding around your waist as you walk. You return his gesture, giving his hip a squeeze.

Hmmm… Maybe these bugs and… Spiders; won't be so bad if Matt keeps a firm grip on you.

Gazing at Matt as you walk, your eyes wander over his form.

He was gorgeous as always. Though this time he wore a tight, long sleeved black henley and dark gray sweats.

Since you had grabbed him from the office, you could only guess that he had changed with plans to visit the gym after work. Guess you caught him at a good time.

Oh, boy. That shirt did nothing to hide the muscle he packs beneath it.

You have never been someone who only liked someone due to their looks or their body, so Matt's athletic build had been a nice surprise.

Though you knew if he lost it and gained weight, you couldn't and wouldn't give a damn.

Because it was his heart, his mind, his soul that you were falling for. Not something that made him look both mouthwatering and also dangerous, like he could easily kill a man with little sweat and effort.

You internally groan at the thought. Even that image made you swoon.

You were doomed.

Catching sight of something, you frown.

With Peter distracted, peering into a glass tank in search of a millipede, you turned Matt's face towards you.

He has to bend down so you don't have to reach as far.

You take his glasses off carefully and gently run the pads of your fingers over the nasty gash over his brow.

“How on Earth did you get this?” You question softly.

Eyes falling to his, you watch as he silently struggles to come up with an answer.

You frown. Was that a hard question to answer? Or maybe… Did he not want to tell you because it was caused by his lack of sight?

“It's bleeding.” You murmur softly.

You pull back, opening the side pocket of your purse for the small first aid kit you kept on hand.

You pull out some antibacterial cream, a band aid, and one of the tissues from the main opening of your purse.

Taking a look around you, you steer Matt to sit on a nearby bench.

“Park it.”

He does as you ask.

With him sitting, his eyes become level with your chest, making his head much easier to reach.

You wipe carefully at his brow, your own furrowed in concert.

“Oh, Matt. You've gotta be more careful. Did you even take care of this?” You ask softly.

You set the tissue down beside him and lean down. Tilting his head up by his chin, you uncap the cream filled tube and wipe a glob onto your index finger.

You wipe gently, not wanting to cause him any unnecessary pain. You spot the bruising beginning to form around it.

“Matt? Did someone punch you?” You ask. He still hadn't spoken.

Taking a quick look around, you spot Peter nearby, looking into another tank, trying his hardest to spot its hiding occupant.

You turn your attention back to Matt. His eyes are closed, shoulders sinking as he breathes a heavy sigh.

“I didn't want to worry anyone. It was just a slip up in the boxing ring.” He spoke and you breathed a sigh of relief.

You pout and gently push at his shoulder. “You really should tell us when you get hurt. If I worry, I can't imagine how much Foggy and Karen worry.”

You set the tube back into your purse and open the band aid, placing it gently over the cut and smoothing the edges.

“There.” You lean forward and press a lingering kiss over the band aid.

As you pull back, he's beaming at you.

“Well, I'll let you know if I get hurt from now on. Especially if I get a kiss in return.”

His cheeky remark made you giggle.

His eyes dart around, a large smile on his lips. It made your breath catch. He was so beautiful.

You bite your lip and lean forward once more, hands cupping his face gently and pressing a kiss to his lips, lingered for a few seconds, lips moving with his before pulling back.

Cheek's red, you spun and skipped toward your brother, hands slapping your cheeks to urge the blush away.

Oh, yeah.

So doomed.

Chapter Text

"How long do you think it will take before one of them catches on?" Matt leaned in as he whispered to you.

You bring your hand up to stifle your laugh.

You were once again at Josies with Matt, Foggy and Karen.

Karen and Foggy were teamed against you and Matt this time. Only this time, you and Matt have officially been dating for nearly a month.

Tomorrow was your trip to the old orphanage, a project you were excited to officially start now that the condos were completed.

It was nearing the end of September, and October was right around the corner. Plants were beginning to die and the leaves were changing colors rapidly.

It's not that you were hiding your relationship from your friends, no. Only Peter, May, James and Wilson knew you were seeing someone.

But Foggy and Karen? It was a game you and Matt were playing and so far, it was a blast. Being sneaky with the constant teasing and flirting were throwing the two for a loop.

Karen kept telling you to go for it, and according to Matt, Foggy whined constantly about how Matt should just grow a pair and make a move.

Thinking back on it makes you grin. Oh, what a fun game it is.

You lean in, copying his posture and cupping a hand, placing it near your mouth to whisper back, making sure no one could see your mouth as you spoke, lest it give away your grin.

You caught sight of Karen peeking at the two of you with a wicked grin on her face. No doubt she was planning something.

"I'm betting on Karen finding out first. Looks like she's plotting." You giggle when Matt leaned away with a grin, his knee bumping against yours affectionately.

You smile softly as he gets up to take his turn. You follow after him, bending down to eye the position of the balls closer before guiding Matt to aim the correct direction.

You gently take his hand and push it slightly to the right. "That should do." You say quietly into his ear as you lean beside him, body basically melded to his side.

You lift your head and catch Karen's eyes. Karen and Foggy were grinning at you wickedly. You blush and instantly pull away from Matt, looking away and putting your hands behind your back. God, even flirting heavily on purpose was embarrassing.

"I need a drink!" You call loudly, and book it for the bar the second Matt missed the hit, ending your turn.

Matt turns to face his friends as you take off, trying to hold back a grin.

"What did I do?" He asked in mock confusion. He turns his head away to hide his smile as they both burst into laughter.

~~~~~~

Your hands tighten lightly on the handles to the tote bag you carried. Matt, Foggy and Karen had been working on a huge case recently, and the three of them have barely left the office in the last few days.

Knowing them, you knew they were not taking care of themselves.

You stand outside of the building their office resides in, a bag filled with homemade food and two, two-liter bottles of soda.

You were here to take care of your people... And maybe mess with Matt a little bit, knowing Karen and Foggy would tease him relentlessly afterwards.

You knock twice on the glass door before opening it with a smile.

"I brought snacks!" You call out with a smile, spotting Karen right away, standing near the copy machine near her desk, messing with some buttons.

She quickly abandoned her task to hurry over. She dragged you into a hug just as the sound of something banging and falling sounds to the right where Foggy's office was.

His door slammed open in his haste, and he rushed over, nearly plowing you and Karen over.

"Snacks? Did you make these?" He asks, eyes wide and licks his lips as he pulls the bag from your hands to peer inside.

"Oooo! Looks delicious!"

You giggle when Karen slaps him playfully on the back of the head.

"Jeez Foggy, at least say thank you."

You chuckle as she snatches the bag from him and walks towards her desk to see the baked goods out.

"I made them all last night with Tony." You say casually as you walk over to place the pop and red solo cups down as well.

Karen and Foggy's heads simultaneously snap in your direction.

"Tony?"

"Who's Tony?"

They both ask at the same time and you internally wince.

A small blush covers your cheeks, and you press a palm to it. Oops. You didn't mean to make them think weird things.

"Um, technically he's Peter's boss. But he kinda claimed me, Peter and May as family. We have weekly dinners and baking sessions." You giggle.

"Did-did you bake these with him?" Foggy asked as he bit into a cookie, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Hmm? Ah-yes. He helped with the muffins. And let me tell you, he makes an absolute mess in the kitchen. Helpful though."

Karen began to play with her fingers anxiously, glancing behind you towards Matt's office.

"Why is Peter's boss visiting you? Actually, why is he anything other than a boss? Isn't it weird for Peter to have his boss over at your place all the time?" Foggy asks, confusion clear in his voice.

You smile softly and shake your head. "Well, Peter is over nearly every weekend, and Tony is the only male figure in Peter's life. They have a father-son like bond. So, it was only a matter of time before he and I met. He's a pretty great guy."

You frown as the two exchanged glances.

"What?" You ask cautiously, dragging the word out.

"Are... Are you two dating?" Karen asked cautiously.

Your pause, a two liter in hand, cap off and ready to pour a glass.

"Oh, uh... No. Tony and I are not dating. He's, uh... Way out of my league." You stutter, kinda shocked at her blunt question. You thought for sure they would be vague while trying to swindle info out of you.

"Do you want to date him?" Karen asked slowly.

You frown. "I'm not interested in dating Tony."

"Cause he's out of your league?" Foggy grunted.

"Who's dating?" Matt's voice drifts from behind you and you startle slightly, forgetting about him all together with Karen's question.

You spin and open your mouth to reply only for Foggy to beat you to it.

"She's dating a guy named Tony!" Foggy cried out, pointing towards you with crumbs tumbling from his mouth.

Your eyes widen in shock and your quickly raised your hands to deny his accusation.

"Oh?" Matt frowned, head tilting as he gazed towards you in confusion. Whether from the comment or the situation, you had no clue.

"Foggy! I said he and I weren't dating! Don't sprout lies!" You spin around and glare at him.

"But you like him!"

Your eyes widen in shock. "What!? When did I say that?!"

Foggy huffed. "It was implied."

You set the pop down with a glare. "You can't just assume and put words in my mouth!"

Foggy swallowed the rest of his cookie and raised a brow and a grin crossed his lips.

"You were practically singing his praise!"

"I was not! I said he was a good guy, not that I liked him!" You scuffed.

"Ah-ha! So, you do like him!" He poked you in the chest with a look of satisfaction.

"It's impossible for me to like him that way." You huff in annoyance.

Foggy pouts. "Well how come!?"

You were fed up with his probing. You threw your hands up into the air. You exploded.

"Because I'm already in love with someone else!!!"

You froze, eyes wide in shock, mouth flapping uselessly.

The room was silent. Too silent. Foggy was staring at you, mouth gaping open in shock.

Your face bursts into flames and you let out a gasp as you cover your mouth in horror. This game isn't fun anymore.

Your brain fries, stuttering to a sudden halt. Not wanting to see the expression on Matt's face, you turn and bolt, letting the door slam behind you as you disappear down the hall, tears making their way down your cheeks.

Karen was the first to recover from her shock. "Foggy!" She turned to berate him but paused.

Foggy was staring down at the ground, brows pinched in worry and regret.

"I- I didn't... I just made her cry..."

Karen bit her lip and turned to follow after you.

Matt's hand grabbed at her arm gently, making her stop and look up at him in confusion.

"I'll go." He spoke softly, head turned toward the door.

"Matt..." Karen whispered.

Matt just smiled softly.

"She's my girlfriend. I should be the one to comfort her."

And with that, he let go of Karen's arm and grabbed his cane before he to disappeared out the door and down the hall.

Karen turned slowly, mouth opening and closing as she met Foggy's wide eyes.

"HIS WHAT!?"

Chapter Text

You had never ran so fast in your life, weaving around pedestrian's and dodging cars as you hoofed it.

You made it back to your house in record time, fumbling to unlock your door.

You whined out pathetically, chest heaving for breath. You sag against the door in defeat, forehead thumping painfully against the wood.

"Jarvis?" You manage to whimper out.

"I am here." His voice sounded from her doorbell camera's speaker.

"Can you unlock the door for me? I can't seem to stop shaking enough to do so myself."

God, you sounded so pathetic.

You used the back of your sleeve to wipe at your face.

"Of course."

There's a click followed by a dull 'shink' as the deadbolt slides back.

You mumble out a thanks.

Reaching out for the knob, you turn the handle, opening it just a crack before your name is husked out from behind you.

Matt.

You turn slowly, a lump forming in your throat.

Standing just at the bottom of the steps leading up to your door.

He looked as if he had just gone on a run.

How did he...?

"Matt? How-"

He took three large strides forward, making his way up her steps easily.

His hand reached out, clasped you gently yet firmly around the side of your neck and crowded into your space as his lips collided with yours.

Slightly off, he readjusted, catching and drawing you deeper into the kiss.

Your back hits the door, making it swing open, causing you to let out a gasp at the sudden action.

You stumble back through the door. Matt follows, never letting his lips leave yours.

His tongue swiped along her bottom lip and she let out a little whine.

Your hands flew up, dropping your keys in the process as you gripped onto the front of Matt's shirt.

You barely registered the door swinging shut behind you as you closed your eyes and gave in to his advances.

His free arm slides around your waist, hauling your body closer, pinning you to the wall in the entryway.

"Matt." You mumble against his lips, needing to breathe.

He hums, trailing his kisses from your mouth, over your cheek and down your jaw and neck.

"Mmm. Matt." You moan, hands shooting up to grasp at his soft, though slightly sweaty locks. Your eyes open and your knees buckle.

Your mind became mush. The things he was making you feel. The way he looked.

Finally, Matt pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, eyes darting around, searching for something he could never find. "You love me." He husked.

Words fail you, throat clogged... Yet you nod against him.

His eyes close. Pleasure. That's what covered his features. He's bathed in it.

"I love you." He whispered into the space between you.

Your heart skipped a beat, lips parting in shock.

"What?" You manage to squeak out in your stupor.

He smiled, eyes opening once more.

His large, warm hand moves up from your neck to cradle your cheek.

His thumb swipes under your eye and over the apple of your cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

You hadn't even realized you had started crying again.

"Oh." You exclaimed softly, pulling back to wipe at your cheeks, a small smile on your lips, a weak chuckle escaping past your lips.

He pulls you forward, arms wrapping around you, melding your front to his.

He buried his face into your neck, and you nuzzled against his chest.

"You followed me." You whispered, voice muffled.

He nods. "I'll follow you always."

You giggle. "But how?"

You feel his shoulders shrug.

"I memorized the route to your house." He sheepishly admitted.

You giggle again. Of course he did.

"This is so crazy." You say, and squeeze his waist.

He squeezed you back. "What is?"

"Everything. We've only been dating a little over a month, Matt."

He draws back, a smile in place. His hands rubbing up and down your back.

You relax into his hold.

"Hey. I know it might seem fast, but we've known each other for nearly six months now. Plus, I'm pretty sure I knew I loved you three months into our friendship." He declared.

You gape. "What? But, that. What?"

He laughs. "Yeah, I know. Foggy and Karen knew before I did. It's probably why they both freaked out thinking you were dating someone else."

"Holy shit!"

Matt's brows shot up in surprise.

Your face heated in embarrassment. It wasn't often you swore. Actually, you're pretty sure this was the first time you've sworn in front of Matt.

He laughs. A full belly laugh that shook his frame.

"Oh, shut up." You pout.

He caught his breath and pressed his forehead back to your shoulder, hiding his face, back still shaking in suppressed laughter.

Its silent for a moment, both of you just relishing in the comfortable silence.

"Should I make Foggy work for my forgiveness?" You ask into the silence.

Matt pulled back with a grin. "Make him sweat."

You return the grin tenfold. "Oh, I plan on it. Revenge will be sweet."

~~~~~~

You sat, butt firmly placed on the smooth surface of the edge of Karen's desk, arms and legs crossed as you stared down at the male before you.

Karen to your left, Matt just behind you on your right.

"No." He whined.

It was so hard for you to resist smiling. You needed to make him squirm more.

"Yes." You state and uncross one arm to hold the landline out towards him.

"I said I was sorry! I really didn't mean to make you cry! Ill gladly do anything else but that!" He brought his hands up and clasped them in front of his face, head bowed.

"Nope." You say cheekily and shook the phone.

Matt's hand, resting lightly on your lower back, raised up to your shoulder.

You use your free hand, reach up and place it lightly over top of his, relishing in the squeeze he gives your shoulder.

"I'd do as she asked, Foggy."

Foggy pouted, took the phone with a resigned sigh, and dialed.

"Yes hi. I would like to order a pizza for delivery." He paused as he listened to the person on the other line.

He winced. "Yes. Large, stuffed crust." Another pause. "With extra cheese and... and a lot of pineapple."

You grin and take the phone back after he recites the address.

"Do I really have to do it?" He whimpered when all you did was giggle and grin.

"The whole thing?" You nod. His gaze wandered from Karen, who looked away, to Matt and then back to you.

He whimpered.

You lean back into Matt's left shoulder.

"All by yourself. Every last bite."