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If Red had a problem with him taking both of the unconscious do-gooders back to the lawyer’s place, he shouldn’t have been unconscious in the first place. Frank gave Hawkeye a cursory examination before taking care of Daredevil’s more noticeable injuries. He peeled Murdock out of his suit, cleaned his wounds, stitched the deep gash in his leg, and wrapped his obviously bruised possibly fractured ribs then put him in bed.
Barton’s injuries were less worrisome which led Frank to believe the man had hit his head hard enough to be knocked out rather than potential blood loss as was usual for Red.
He grabbed himself a beer and watched over the pair. After some consideration, he sent Karen a text informing her that one of her bosses was unlikely to be at work in the morning. His phone rang almost immediately.
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Matt jolted awake, expecting to find himself in another dumpster. It would have only been the third time this month. Talk about an improvement! He was in his own bed? Ribs wrapped, neat sutures under gauze on his leg, and a couple of butterfly bandages on his arm. Wait, he had been helping Hawkeye with the Tracksuits. How did..?
Stretching out his senses, he recognized the steady, strong, beat of Frank’s heartbeat in the kitchen. Making breakfast. And Barton was on the couch. Sleeping.
Carefully, Matt made his way to the bathroom. One of his ribs was making that grinding sound telling him it wasn’t fully broken. That was good news. Frank softly called out to him letting him know he was almost finished with the food and that Matt wasn’t expected in the office until after lunch. No point rushing to get dressed now.
“I didn’t think I had any eggs left.” Murdock commented as he sat down.
Frank grunted in answer. He had been on the way last night to deliver groceries as he spent more time at Red’s place than any of his own safe houses lately. The least he could do was replenish the pantry, freezer, fridge, and first aid supplies. He just so happened to run across the two of them while out.
Matt ducked his head to hide his smile and began eating. He wasn’t a bad cook but he rarely turned down free food prepared by those who knew his preferences. It should have been unnerving how quickly Frank figured out how to cook for him. They could read each other rather well.
Before a conversation was started, Matt tilted his head towards the couch. Barton was waking up. Frank took the head tilt as a cue and poured another cup of coffee without waiting to see what the Avenger would prefer.
Clint groaned when he sat up. After looking around briefly, he cautiously joined the other two. Barton had been warned of the possibility that the Punisher might show up during the outing with Daredevil. He just didn’t know how to take the casual domesticity playing out in front of him.
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Murdock invited both Barton and Castle to Josie’s a few days later. The Punisher’s ability to have a verbal conversation with Daredevil while simultaneously having a seemingly unrelated conversation with Hawkeye via sign language amused Karen and horrified Foggy. It could have been that Karen’s amusement had more to do with Foggy’s reaction to seeing the vigilante trio conversing at the other end of the bar while the two of them got a round of drinks than the act itself.