tell my friends i'm coming down

[cigarbribery]

WHO: Foggy Nelson and your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!
WHERE: Maurtia Falls welp
WHEN: uhhh now-ish
WHAT: a meeting of heroes! or, okay, one hero and one lawyer, depending on how you're looking at it.
WARNINGS: none, will update if necessary.

[Something to be said for Foggy's habit of looking up at rooftops, searching for a figure in red leather: sometimes he spots someone. Not the one he's looking for, never has been since he got here, but he's noticed someone running around in red spandex, sometimes. He doesn't generally acknowledge the guy's there, beyond that look, but sometimes—he can't help but wonder.

It's a cold night, and Foggy is a little bit homesick. A lot homesick. Plus he hasn't been the best secret-keeper lately, and while he knows that hadn't been his fault, the guilt still churns in his stomach. Is this how Matt feels all the time? He sighs, his air coming out in a white plume of steam in the cold air.

He looks up, half-expecting to see Matt. He doesn't see anyone.

He sighs again, holding his steaming hot coffee in his hand.]

Hey, guy in the spandex—can you even hear me right now? [God, he feels ridiculous doing this, but he just needs the advice.] I just want to ask you for some advice. The superhero-adjacent kind.

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[shutterbugged]

[ At first, the only response to his query is silence. Just as Foggy might be starting to think he was talking to thin air, after all, there's a very quiet shuffle and a masked, red head pops its way into view around the edge of the nearest awning. Not the masked, red head; the ghostly white lenses that pick up every hint of fading evening light give that away. ]

Uh...sorry, were you talking to me?

[ Still upside-down, he pokes his head out further, looking around in quick, furtive motions like there might be another guy in spandex he just missed the first time around. ]

[cigarbribery]

[He's about to walk away when he hears the voice, and he sees the masked, red head popping up. Not the one he's used to, given the lack of horns and all, and Foggy spares a minute to stare at him because. Well. Really. What big eyes he has. He's definitely not Matt.]

Do you see any other masked vigilante free-running around rooftops? At this moment, I mean. [Maurtia Falls is lousy with vigilantes, outnumbered only by all the criminals around.] Yes, I'm talking to you.

[He takes a sip of his coffee.]

I—kinda need advice, and I've seen you around, so I figured, why not? Can't hurt. [A shrug.] Trust me, if I could talk to anyone else about this, I wouldn't be interrupting your—

[He waves the hand with the coffee cup in a vague gesture towards Spider-Man.]

—nightly patrol, or whatever this is.

[shutterbugged]

More like biweekly patrol, I live in De Chima, but -- okay, sure, I'll bite.

[ He hops down from the wall onto the pavement, taking a casual pose in front of Foggy with his arms crossed and weight on his back heel. ]

I can give you some free advice off the bat: if you're not sleeping well, the problem is the coffee. [ Pointing helpfully. ]

[cigarbribery]

[A little light:] Thanks, I would never have realized that the drink I specifically bought to keep myself awake is keeping me awake.

[Taking a defiant sip of his coffee here, so ha! But his voice does turn somewhat more serious with his next sentence:]

No, like I said, it's a superhero thing. Or—superhero-adjacent thing. [Or a sidekick thing, but Foggy's pretty sure that job entails a lot more than just aiding and abetting vigilante activities.] It's got something to do with a friend of mine. [A friend of mine, he says, and it's even true. It's just not all of it.] He's not here right now! But one day he might get pulled in, so.

[Rambling, Mr. Nelson.]

[shutterbugged]

And you're, what, getting in some pre-emptive worrying? Here I was thinking I'm the biggest neurotic in any creepy nighttime alleyway.

[ Call him biased against Maurtia Falls, but he's surprised Foggy hasn't gotten mugged, hanging around here. Or caught tetanus. ]

So your friend's a superhero, but isn't here, and you are here, and you're... [ His sidekick? His boyfriend? Someone who's going to tell Spidey his name, any minute now? ]

[cigarbribery]

I don't think you've ever met him, he's—let's just say he only told me about the night job when he collapsed from blood loss in front of me. [A slight shrug, as if to play it off, but the brittle smile says something about how fresh this still is.] Yeah, I'm getting some pre-emptive worrying in.

[What a way to find out, eh?]

I'm his partner. Not in the romantic married sense [he's already dating somebody right now anyway], in the—business partners slowly getting crushed by debt together sense. And the best friends sense. [You're still rambling here, Nelson. So he takes another sip of his coffee and decides to give the guy something slightly more specific.]

I'm Foggy Nelson. [Hopefully this guy's not, like, from another world that also has a Foggy Nelson. Those have become depressingly common, lately.]

[shutterbugged]

Foggy Nelson? [ Spider-Man leans in sharply, ignoring any concept of personal space. ] As in, Nelson and Murdock?

You’re talking about Daredevil.

[ Sorry, Foggy. ]

[cigarbribery]

[Oh.

Great. Foggy leans back and frantically taps his lips with his index finger, eyes darting furtively around as if hoping nobody else heard this loudmouth vigilante say Daredevil. Matt's secret identity is so blown and Foggy's pretty sure he's the one at fault for it.

Great. Whoopee.]

Say that louder, why don't you, they didn't hear you in Hell's Kitchen. [It's probably absurd, since Matt isn't even here and no one's going to point a finger at him and shout look, it's Daredevil, but Foggy's had a crazy month. How many people are there, he wonders, who now know that Matt is Daredevil even without either around? How many before Foggy ever got here?]

How do you know M—Daredevil, anyway?