Ambition is a fine thing, but so is knowing when and how to be happy. Matt is a good man, kind, generous, and determined. Anyone would be proud of him. Big or small, Nelson and Murdock will be a cornerstone of Hell's Kitchen, and something for him to be proud of.
Almost a week without him. A truly crushing lapse. Now that they've been honest with each other and don't feel like they have to play at being uninvolved, she's finding she can't. She just can't do it anymore. Too many nights have been spent crying out her loneliness for her to give up this chance of happiness. For all her playfulness, there's an ache in her chest when he apologizes.
"I know." She'll never be tired of hearing him say those words. His moving forward prompts her to lean back in the chair again, releasing his tie to press her hand flat against his chest. Not to stop him, but to feel his heartbeat. All those questions can be answered, when they take another break from the kisses. But she's not feeling rushed to do that.
"Hmm, right, well then. Even better." One last kiss before she begins the recitation. "I am sitting in the office of the man I love wondering why I've let him stay away so long, and I'm very happy, and you can find out what I did to my hair today in your own good time." The twist back leaves him plenty to play with while he's figuring out the rest.
"I should let you eat before..." before they talk of less pleasant things. "Before Foggy forgets to leave you anything."
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(Never ever has he had it as good as he has it now. It is known.)
Matt has put so much of himself into Hell's Kitchen as it is. Without family for so long, without prospects that he has now, it was only a vague idea of how to assert his ideals into something productive. Nelson and Murdock is a realization of that dream and promise to use his head instead of his fists... while still using his fists. Both of them are solutions to the same problem. The true happiness is coming from the connections he's made from these solutions. Foggy, Karen and now Verity... he would never think to be as happy as he is right now without any of them.
What is a dismaying, real factor is that nothing can stay standing without effort. He still must put on a suit one way or the other and try to save the day. It's less time for friendship, less time for love when he fights so hard to keep both. Almost a week is too long he's decided being in her presence and thinking so much in her absence. His own nights have been restless on principle. Without her there was no sense of settling in after the heavy, hard hits. Matt touches his forehead to her's.
"I love you. I'm sorry it's been a long week," repetition never hurt anybody. And God knows he means it. His heart is beating steady and strong against her hands. Each answer to his questions makes him feel lighter, less pained by the guilt the distance of days brought on. As usual her hair is a sculpture to appreciate. "You've got the patience of a saint."
He's so caught up in her that Matt actually forgets food. "He better," and Matt even sends a look across the office knowing where Foggy stands. Chances are he has no idea what they're talking about. Pressing glances aren't good so he turns quickly to Karen in the conference room. "You've had your share I hope? There's no telling what's left so far."
(It'll keep getting better, if he plays his cards right.)
Problems of this magnitude, problems that involve politics, society, the economy, religion, health, and everything all knotted together like this, are going to require multiple problem-solvers coming at it from multiple angles. Nelson and Murdock work at it from the legal angle. Daredevil is more of an emergency stop-gap, dealing with the most immediate emergencies until other help can be arranged. He's like a first responder. Verity knows how desperately Hell's Kitchen needs its guardian devil.
But she needs him too. She closes her eyes when his forehead meets hers, taking a long slow breath to settle herself. He smells too good. How is she supposed to think when he's wearing that cologne? Her hands slide down to his waist, exploring the feel of his body under his clothes. "I love you too. I'm really not that patient. I can't go this long without seeing you, so, you're going to have to get used to my visiting more." Such a dire warning.
Matt trying to give Foggy a look makes Verity giggle. "I brought plenty," she assures him. "But come on, let's get you fed." He's going to have to be the one to let her up, and she's not in any real rush for that. She has to remember that there'll be time for more after they eat.
(He'll play as best he can. Already this is about the top most of goodness. Someone who loves and cares about him and cares for him? Then factor in magic healing.)
Knots can be undone with patience, hard work and of course time. His involvement in Hell's Kitchen has pulled him away from the wonderful puzzle of fitting their lives together. Matt is thankful it's one that he can come back to, one that isn't an emergency at all times. The emergency outside of the longing. But yes, he is pulled here and to Nexus by invisible strings. This is not a competition, how unfair it would be if it was...
Matt needs Verity. That much he knows. That whole being in love detail, wanting to be with her, wanting to talk to her... powerful stuff. This close he also thinks she smells divine. Is that stuff they made on Valentine's Day? Whatever it may be he arcs into her touch like a cat. "I'm standing firm on my patience verdict. ...you can see me as much as you like. I'll have to pay you back the best I can, try and make it worth your while." If that's a warning, sign him up!
"Plenty for Foggy might require more than what you get for me." He pushes off reluctantly and offers his hand to her to help her up.
(It's not like he allows himself to be benched for long.)
It's not a competition, no. But it is a problem, or it could be if they're not careful. One she's been letting him shoulder alone for too long. She had her reasons and she knows he understands, but that doesn't mean she's going to keep waiting for him to solve everything. She's a big girl and she's allowed to go out and get what she wants.
If that means shouldering some of his problems, that's only fair. She's not much of a hero, but Hell's Kitchen needs help and Matt needs her, so. He's going to have to help her figure out what to do. There's no 'How to Date a Superhero' handbook.
She's wearing her special perfume, yes. Of course! She always wears it for him. The way he moves under her hands makes her breath hitch. Could it be any more clear that her appetite isn't for food anymore? "Don't make promises you can't keep, Matthew Michael Murdock. We both know we need our jobs for annoying things like paying the bills." She tries to keep it light, but there's a frisson of real frustration. They both know it isn't the bills that keep them apart.
"I brought extra in case there were clients here." There's a split second where she almost doesn't let him go. But go they must, and she'll take his hand with a sigh of pleasure. Whatever's left in the kitchenette, she goes for the bundle of pussy willows first. One branch is delicately separated from the others before she turns to tickle his cheek with the fuzzy nub at the tip. "And I was pretty sure he wouldn't eat these."
(It's true, it's so true. One of these days he'll just come down with a cold or something and have to wait it out. Severe head congestion is his real enemy. Could that be magicked?)
Ah, it's wise to just jump in. Verity is a smart and independent woman. Matt just has a tendency to assert himself and assume that he'll be able to work it all out on his own. There's no vote of disbelief in her at all. His drive also is fueled by trying to trouble her or anyone he cares about the smallest amount... which also ends up causing problems. Go figure.
If she were to ever say something like not being a hero he'd have to tell her that she's his. And there is no guide to dating with an alter ego or having inter dimensional relationships. ...is that still long distance?
Special perfume, specific tempo of heartbeat it's like he's playing with matches. "I don't write checks that bounce. And that's not because I find it to be problematic from a religious standing point." With their hands clasped together again, Matt smiles at her. "Now that you're here, you're not leaving any time soon." The frustration is mutual. It's a state of being he had once accepted and conditioned himself to take. And then his head and heart got all turned around in the best kinds of ways.
"Mr. Gupta did tentatively make an appointment," he confesses. There is enough left, Matt can't hide his surprise. There's at least enough for two and a half people more. "Verity..." he's starting to thank her again when the fuzz against his stubble tickles a smile. "Ambiance?" With just the two of them he can arrange his plate without any exaggeration.
(Yes, and she'd give him the cure even if she wishes she could keep him home for cuddles and soup instead. Maybe that's the favor she'd request in turn.)
The wisdom of jumping in is one that usually eludes her. But for Matt, she can be brave. For Matt, she can be anything. They'll learn to assert themselves together, making themselves stronger than the sum of their parts. Worry will be a source of strength too.
It's as long a distance as they allow it to become.
He's playing with fire. He took her past the point of matches and there's no turning back now. Ver rubs the back of his hand with her thumb while they walk, smiling when he talks and snorting when he demands. "Oh, I'm not? You're getting demanding, my love." But of course, she's not going anywhere. Where could she possibly want to go now she's with him?
"Then Mister Gupta's in for a happy surprise." The fluffy nub works long his jaw before darting up to bop the tip of his nose. "Something like. You bring me flowers, so I brought you something to enjoy." Something tactile more than visual. "And they'll look nice on your desk." He can arrange their plates while she arranges the stems in their vase. It isn't much, just a small offering, but one of so many to come.
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(That seems like a more than fair trade. His illness time would be sliced to nothing. One night of true rest and more sleep? Sometimes, sometimes, there is rest for the wicked.)
Without a doubt they are the best together. His bravery kindles hers. Knowing that Verity is waiting has helped him try and organize his time with greater precision. She doesn't need to engage in street fights to get his worries and concerns in her direction. How he ended up with someone this good, something this good again?
"I'm willful to put it lightly, honey." And the sky is still blue they say. The small, soft touch to the top of his hand gets his attention. They can't get anywhere close as he would like them to be so he is living for the little details.
"Do you frequently surprise strangers and friends alike?" The bop gets Matt to wrinkle up his nose under the touch. The willow is far more sturdy and long lasting than flower petals. Even in her teasing it's another point of contact to breathe his wants into. "Ah, now there's the reason. I was wondering." A plant he can't kill. She is always so, so thoughtful. "Thank you." For an afternoon that is brighter than how the day had begun, awash with gloom.
Her food is the stuff of dreams. Foggy had tried to take his time. The first few bites he even counted on how many times he chewed in order to length his enjoyment. Except Matt and Verity were being too cute for too long. His plate was cleaned. And there was still more to go.
For a moment he just leans in the door frame of the kitchen watching Verity wrap Matt further around her finger. This could raise the heckles of many-a best bro but it puts Foggy at ease knowing that it's someone that has no desire to stab anyone or do anything crazy.
He clears his throat so that both of them can now he's in there. "Mind if I uh squeeze in here?" With an up nod to the spread of course.
"Is that what those were for?" Decoration and cheek tickling pussy willows. "I thought for a second my amateur pallet was just not prepared."
(Rest for the wicked or not, Matt's a good man who should sleep the sleep of the righteous.)
Matt won her heart by taking the time to thaw her out. Loving and losing a frost giant left her colder than she'd been before, and more brittle. Matt's love and care and kisses have been a balm and his smiles are the warmth of the spring sun long awaited.
They'll get closer later, just as soon as she can get him somewhere really private. For now, it'll be little touches and whispered promises to be collected on later. "If you're going to be willful, it's a good thing I'm willing."
The willow will endure with less tending, it's true, and can survive being handled more. When its charms have faded, she'll find something new to adorn his desk. "Generally, but not always in such nice ways." She sways in place, bumping her hip against his; another sign that she's smiling and teasing. Which is really the absolute best time for Foggy to interrupt.
Well. He was bound to see her blushing eventually.
"Yes, they're for decorative purposes only. Sorry, not everything I bring will be edible." But if he's very good, he'll get on her Advent candy list. And maybe some Easter candy too. Catholics have all the best candy holidays; pity they build up to them with fasting. Ver brushes a hand against Matt's arm to let him know she's stepping away before moving out of Foggy's way. "Enjoying it so far?"
(Should sleep the sleep of the righteous. That's one more bit of self improvement he needs to place into motion.)
Just because she had loved and lost didn't mean she was beyond help. So few are in Matt's opinion. It's naive and exhausting ideology to attempt to save everyone, it's true. But Verity could be and deserved to be out of the winter that she was left in.
Really private? The apartment will have to do. The office isn't going to be vacant any time soon. Matt sighs and bumps against her accidentally on purpose. "Oh, hey, buddy." Even with his head tilted to Foggy's direction he can feel the heat radiating off of Verity's face. It makes his own a very goofy smile.
"She's not going to trick me into eating anything I shouldn't. Not with everything else." Matt gestures to the plates. He allows Verity to pass. This office really is not so big.
Foggy reaches out an arm to touch Matt's to let him know where he'll be standing. Directly next to him. He still has his plate and loads it up again. "As long as most of what you bring is edible. I mean look at him. Wasting away. Poor Matt Murdock."
Matt hunches his shoulders and shakes his head like he has so man other times under teasing. It's always a give and take. "Do you have a sister or something, Verity? Did we get that far in the questioning? This is not a formal interrogation but it is good that you have your lawyer present."
Naive and exhausting and wonderful. However scared she is when he goes out at night, however furious she gets at him for scaring her, she'll always want him to be the big damn hero. It's the love/hate part of her love for him. Anyone who can save her from the Fimbulwinter in her heart deserves all her patience.
The apartment will be private enough for what she has in mind. She suspects there's a lock on the door and a bed someplace inside.
Ver leans in the doorway where Foggy had been. She doesn't mind a bit of do-si-do; tight quarters demand it and it's better than being crowded by someone she doesn't know yet. "I know. I try to feed him, but he's so stubborn sometimes. We'll just have to keep looking after him since he doesn't have the good sense to do it himself."
Does Foggy know yet that she knows? Has Matt told him about her? These things will need to be clarified. "I have two half-sisters, but they're in grade school and I've never actually met them, so I don't know if they can cook. Matt can't be my lawyer for the purposes of this informal interrogation. I'd never ask him to choose between his best from and me anyway. I'm inexperienced, not daft."
He will save her from anything that he can Fimbulwinter, Ragnarök and whatever else that comes. It's helpful to be a big damn hero in that case. Fists or no fists. Those late night calls and texts are what he uses to try and push back the fear.
Listening to his friend and his girl have an exchange makes him beam with pride. "You both know I'm right here. I can hear you." He could hear them a building away that's beside the point.
The plates are done but he stays still until Foggy is ready to move. When Matt said it was serious he let on that he can talk to Verity about everything. Everything. "Foggy!" The sister comment is a given but the rest?
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"Matty, the grown ups are talking." That's what he gets for talking up. Foggy is satisfied with his spread and turns to the doorway continuing the traffic jam.
So she knows. But does she know? It's not Foggy's responsibility to warn or prepare Matt's girlfriend for what she might find. Still there's a kind of hope that she'll bring to him some locking and screws that were knocked loose from his dear friend's brain.
"You're spicy! Ahaha! And uh I'm not really into that child bride thing. Guess I'll just have to add it to my Tinder wishlist." Okay now Matt gives him a solid thump from his dress shoe to Foggy's.
Ragnarök's not on her schedule. Just the icy hole in her heart that runs in the family. Talk about a history of cardiovascular disease. The calls and texts help; they're the only thing that's kept her from coming to check up on him every night.
"Geez, Matt, it's rude to interrupt." But she's smiling at him in that goofy way she does. However much Foggy may think Matt's wrapped around her finger, it's pretty clear, he's got her right in the palm of his hand. She's got it bad, this 'love' thing people are always talking about.
She steps aside to let Foggy pass, glancing briefly at his plate to see what he likes best. "Sorry to disappoint. I'm sure a charming fellow like yourself doesn't want for company." She can hear that thump, which gets Matt a brief look, and yes she knows he can't see it. "Besides, I'll keep you fed until then."
Some nights calls and texts are what bring Matt back because his head is still swept up in the momentum. Even while simply cordial to him, he never thought she was icy. Perhaps as sensitive as he is, his concept of cold personality is much closer to the ninth circle of hell.
"Sorry, I don't want to be rude. I'll be quiet now." Wiggle of his brow and all.
He can't see looks. They're implied. With Verity he can hear her tilt her head ever so much. "You can count on that for sure, buddy." Sharing food, staying in good company.
The thump only means that Foggy is poking in exactly the right places he'd like to. Just for Matt. Verity, from their brief exchange and his assessment, can take it. Whoever has who wrapped over what, he has a feeling that she can get through to Mr. Murdock.
"Be good or you won't get second slices of pie!" Or...what did Verity bring again? Foggy grins and shakes his head. He gives Verity a light, friendly elbow. "Glad you're on board and up for the challenge. He's a handful."
Behind him Matt lets out an exaggerated sigh. Now he can hand Verity her plate.
I hate Elektra rn but also kinda hope she and Frank get together like in the comics.
He's always brought out her sunny side. It's the poetry. Poetry is a feast for her starving soul and he makes it all true. Maybe that's what lets her get through to Matt when even Foggy can't. That and the dancing.
She brought tarts, which are like pies, so close enough. The elbowing startles a little sound from her, surprised but not upset; nothing for Matt to worry about. She's learning to adapt to these things. "Yeah, he is, but he's worth it."
Verity takes the offered plate and slides her free arm around Matt's waist so she can cuddle into his side. "I like him." To answer the unaskable question. "Now, come on, you heard him: I have to feed you and take care of you. It's official. I'm not one to disobey orders from your best friend."
But there will be a brief delay for kisses. Just one or two little ones.
i saw that was a thing now! 8D it's a cute deadly ship!! 1/1
They have words and motions. And the truth. That usually drives people apart. Matt thrives on shadow and half truth to get by in the day to day. Knowing that someone can see you, really see you is like standing in full light. There's the real freedom after to express himself with the poetry, with the dance.
Her startle does make him lift his brow. Foggy would never hurt her. And Verity would never ever be put someplace she'd be close to harm.
Her startle does make him lift his brow. Foggy would never hurt her. And Verity would never ever be put someplace she'd be close to harm. Mr. Nelson starts some too and clears his throat to recover. He mutters something like "crazy kids" as he heads back to the conference room. Without looking, and it's with no skill like Matt's, he knows they're going to stand and kiss and be cute.
"I like him too. All the time." Even with his particular eccentricities, but don't they all. "Just don't let him think he can actually order you."
With a plate of food waiting he still is happily wrapped up in her kiss. One, two... they're starting to get addicting. He sighs.
Truth only drives people apart if there's been lies. Truth from the start brings people together, and that's what they've had. Mostly. Enough to make the parts that weren't statistically insignificant. It gives them both a safe space in which to express themselves to each other, to reveal the things they keep so hidden.
She knows that Foggy would never hurt her and that Matt wouldn't leave her side if he thought she were in the slightest danger, and now she's feeling self-conscious. She'd been trying so hard to pretend she's normal, so Matt's friends wouldn't think badly of her, and boy did that not last long.
The kisses are so soothing, it's tempting to linger for more than that sweet pair. Later. They can go back to the kisses later. "Honey, I don't let you give me orders, what makes you think I'd like him get away with it? C'mon, do you want to sit with your friends while we eat?"
This furthers the notion that Verity is a safe place personified. The facts, the truth are in plain sight. He won't hide them from her. Not with intention. Matt is only human. A few get by now and then if he's careless. Knowing what it does to Verity and knowing that he loves and respects her too much to even try something so stupid he can't really remember the last time he pulled a fast one in a large degree.
"Hey," her heart rate and tension don't go unnoticed. "You're okay. Everything's okay," he whispers. Matt brushes his lips against her temple since they're still that close. His plate is held aside just so. Normal is overrated.
"Anybody can try but it sure doesn't mean it will come to pass." He tilts his head and leads the way to their modest conference room.
Karen pauses and lifts her eyes from Foggy. Whatever they were talking about isn't near as important as grinning and being welcoming. "Foggy, here." She scoots her placing and they play musical chairs to make room for Matt and Verity to sit side by side.
Foggy has his fork half lifted to his mouth when it's rushed to start the move. There's something akin to the March Hare and Mad Hatter moving down at their table for clean cups with the zeal.
Matt grins in adoration and embarrassment. He loves them so.
Perhaps Verity hasn't yet picked up on the vibe that the Nelson faction is having its own bouts of self-consciousness. She isn't alone. "We're plenty merry as it is. And that's during working hours." He's about to lift his fork again when he pauses, "has he ever taken you to Josie's?"
They both slip up sometimes. Life has taught them to hide for their own protection, and it's hard to let go of that false sense of safety. But when they do mess up, they fix it. And that's good too. That's real safety: knowing you'll always have a chance to make things better.
Verity sighs and leans into the reassurances. How she hopes he's right. The odds of their relationship surviving if these people don't like her are slim, and she can do the math. He's with them all day, and she's lucky to see her once a week these days. It's not the most reassuring pattern for him to fall into, considering. She knows he loves her. But she's seen how often that isn't enough.
"'Try' is the keyword."
Into the conference room they go; she hangs back, watching Karen and Foggy shuffle themselves around. Matt can sit while she gets them drinks. Lovely lemonade. "Josie's? No. Not yet." Ver sits, resting a hand on Matt's shoulder for a moment. "Favorite bar?"
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Ambition is a fine thing, but so is knowing when and how to be happy. Matt is a good man, kind, generous, and determined. Anyone would be proud of him. Big or small, Nelson and Murdock will be a cornerstone of Hell's Kitchen, and something for him to be proud of.
Almost a week without him. A truly crushing lapse. Now that they've been honest with each other and don't feel like they have to play at being uninvolved, she's finding she can't. She just can't do it anymore. Too many nights have been spent crying out her loneliness for her to give up this chance of happiness. For all her playfulness, there's an ache in her chest when he apologizes.
"I know." She'll never be tired of hearing him say those words. His moving forward prompts her to lean back in the chair again, releasing his tie to press her hand flat against his chest. Not to stop him, but to feel his heartbeat. All those questions can be answered, when they take another break from the kisses. But she's not feeling rushed to do that.
"Hmm, right, well then. Even better." One last kiss before she begins the recitation. "I am sitting in the office of the man I love wondering why I've let him stay away so long, and I'm very happy, and you can find out what I did to my hair today in your own good time." The twist back leaves him plenty to play with while he's figuring out the rest.
"I should let you eat before..." before they talk of less pleasant things. "Before Foggy forgets to leave you anything."
✧ʕ̢̣̣̣̣̩̩̩̩·͡˔·ོɁ̡̣̣̣̣̩̩̩̩✧ that fox is so cuuuute omg
Matt has put so much of himself into Hell's Kitchen as it is. Without family for so long, without prospects that he has now, it was only a vague idea of how to assert his ideals into something productive. Nelson and Murdock is a realization of that dream and promise to use his head instead of his fists... while still using his fists. Both of them are solutions to the same problem. The true happiness is coming from the connections he's made from these solutions. Foggy, Karen and now Verity... he would never think to be as happy as he is right now without any of them.
What is a dismaying, real factor is that nothing can stay standing without effort. He still must put on a suit one way or the other and try to save the day. It's less time for friendship, less time for love when he fights so hard to keep both. Almost a week is too long he's decided being in her presence and thinking so much in her absence. His own nights have been restless on principle. Without her there was no sense of settling in after the heavy, hard hits. Matt touches his forehead to her's.
"I love you. I'm sorry it's been a long week," repetition never hurt anybody. And God knows he means it. His heart is beating steady and strong against her hands. Each answer to his questions makes him feel lighter, less pained by the guilt the distance of days brought on. As usual her hair is a sculpture to appreciate. "You've got the patience of a saint."
He's so caught up in her that Matt actually forgets food. "He better," and Matt even sends a look across the office knowing where Foggy stands. Chances are he has no idea what they're talking about. Pressing glances aren't good so he turns quickly to Karen in the conference room. "You've had your share I hope? There's no telling what's left so far."
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Problems of this magnitude, problems that involve politics, society, the economy, religion, health, and everything all knotted together like this, are going to require multiple problem-solvers coming at it from multiple angles. Nelson and Murdock work at it from the legal angle. Daredevil is more of an emergency stop-gap, dealing with the most immediate emergencies until other help can be arranged. He's like a first responder. Verity knows how desperately Hell's Kitchen needs its guardian devil.
But she needs him too. She closes her eyes when his forehead meets hers, taking a long slow breath to settle herself. He smells too good. How is she supposed to think when he's wearing that cologne? Her hands slide down to his waist, exploring the feel of his body under his clothes. "I love you too. I'm really not that patient. I can't go this long without seeing you, so, you're going to have to get used to my visiting more." Such a dire warning.
Matt trying to give Foggy a look makes Verity giggle. "I brought plenty," she assures him. "But come on, let's get you fed." He's going to have to be the one to let her up, and she's not in any real rush for that. She has to remember that there'll be time for more after they eat.
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Knots can be undone with patience, hard work and of course time. His involvement in Hell's Kitchen has pulled him away from the wonderful puzzle of fitting their lives together. Matt is thankful it's one that he can come back to, one that isn't an emergency at all times. The emergency outside of the longing. But yes, he is pulled here and to Nexus by invisible strings. This is not a competition, how unfair it would be if it was...
Matt needs Verity. That much he knows. That whole being in love detail, wanting to be with her, wanting to talk to her... powerful stuff. This close he also thinks she smells divine. Is that stuff they made on Valentine's Day? Whatever it may be he arcs into her touch like a cat. "I'm standing firm on my patience verdict. ...you can see me as much as you like. I'll have to pay you back the best I can, try and make it worth your while." If that's a warning, sign him up!
"Plenty for Foggy might require more than what you get for me." He pushes off reluctantly and offers his hand to her to help her up.
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It's not a competition, no. But it is a problem, or it could be if they're not careful. One she's been letting him shoulder alone for too long. She had her reasons and she knows he understands, but that doesn't mean she's going to keep waiting for him to solve everything. She's a big girl and she's allowed to go out and get what she wants.
If that means shouldering some of his problems, that's only fair. She's not much of a hero, but Hell's Kitchen needs help and Matt needs her, so. He's going to have to help her figure out what to do. There's no 'How to Date a Superhero' handbook.
She's wearing her special perfume, yes. Of course! She always wears it for him. The way he moves under her hands makes her breath hitch. Could it be any more clear that her appetite isn't for food anymore? "Don't make promises you can't keep, Matthew Michael Murdock. We both know we need our jobs for annoying things like paying the bills." She tries to keep it light, but there's a frisson of real frustration. They both know it isn't the bills that keep them apart.
"I brought extra in case there were clients here." There's a split second where she almost doesn't let him go. But go they must, and she'll take his hand with a sigh of pleasure. Whatever's left in the kitchenette, she goes for the bundle of pussy willows first. One branch is delicately separated from the others before she turns to tickle his cheek with the fuzzy nub at the tip. "And I was pretty sure he wouldn't eat these."
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Ah, it's wise to just jump in. Verity is a smart and independent woman. Matt just has a tendency to assert himself and assume that he'll be able to work it all out on his own. There's no vote of disbelief in her at all. His drive also is fueled by trying to trouble her or anyone he cares about the smallest amount... which also ends up causing problems. Go figure.
If she were to ever say something like not being a hero he'd have to tell her that she's his. And there is no guide to dating with an alter ego or having inter dimensional relationships. ...is that still long distance?
Special perfume, specific tempo of heartbeat it's like he's playing with matches. "I don't write checks that bounce. And that's not because I find it to be problematic from a religious standing point." With their hands clasped together again, Matt smiles at her. "Now that you're here, you're not leaving any time soon." The frustration is mutual. It's a state of being he had once accepted and conditioned himself to take. And then his head and heart got all turned around in the best kinds of ways.
"Mr. Gupta did tentatively make an appointment," he confesses. There is enough left, Matt can't hide his surprise. There's at least enough for two and a half people more. "Verity..." he's starting to thank her again when the fuzz against his stubble tickles a smile. "Ambiance?" With just the two of them he can arrange his plate without any exaggeration.
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The wisdom of jumping in is one that usually eludes her. But for Matt, she can be brave. For Matt, she can be anything. They'll learn to assert themselves together, making themselves stronger than the sum of their parts. Worry will be a source of strength too.
It's as long a distance as they allow it to become.
He's playing with fire. He took her past the point of matches and there's no turning back now. Ver rubs the back of his hand with her thumb while they walk, smiling when he talks and snorting when he demands. "Oh, I'm not? You're getting demanding, my love." But of course, she's not going anywhere. Where could she possibly want to go now she's with him?
"Then Mister Gupta's in for a happy surprise." The fluffy nub works long his jaw before darting up to bop the tip of his nose. "Something like. You bring me flowers, so I brought you something to enjoy." Something tactile more than visual. "And they'll look nice on your desk." He can arrange their plates while she arranges the stems in their vase. It isn't much, just a small offering, but one of so many to come.
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Without a doubt they are the best together. His bravery kindles hers. Knowing that Verity is waiting has helped him try and organize his time with greater precision. She doesn't need to engage in street fights to get his worries and concerns in her direction. How he ended up with someone this good, something this good again?
"I'm willful to put it lightly, honey." And the sky is still blue they say. The small, soft touch to the top of his hand gets his attention. They can't get anywhere close as he would like them to be so he is living for the little details.
"Do you frequently surprise strangers and friends alike?" The bop gets Matt to wrinkle up his nose under the touch. The willow is far more sturdy and long lasting than flower petals. Even in her teasing it's another point of contact to breathe his wants into. "Ah, now there's the reason. I was wondering." A plant he can't kill. She is always so, so thoughtful. "Thank you." For an afternoon that is brighter than how the day had begun, awash with gloom.
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For a moment he just leans in the door frame of the kitchen watching Verity wrap Matt further around her finger. This could raise the heckles of many-a best bro but it puts Foggy at ease knowing that it's someone that has no desire to stab anyone or do anything crazy.
He clears his throat so that both of them can now he's in there. "Mind if I uh squeeze in here?" With an up nod to the spread of course.
"Is that what those were for?" Decoration and cheek tickling pussy willows. "I thought for a second my amateur pallet was just not prepared."
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Matt won her heart by taking the time to thaw her out. Loving and losing a frost giant left her colder than she'd been before, and more brittle. Matt's love and care and kisses have been a balm and his smiles are the warmth of the spring sun long awaited.
They'll get closer later, just as soon as she can get him somewhere really private. For now, it'll be little touches and whispered promises to be collected on later. "If you're going to be willful, it's a good thing I'm willing."
The willow will endure with less tending, it's true, and can survive being handled more. When its charms have faded, she'll find something new to adorn his desk. "Generally, but not always in such nice ways." She sways in place, bumping her hip against his; another sign that she's smiling and teasing. Which is really the absolute best time for Foggy to interrupt.
Well. He was bound to see her blushing eventually.
"Yes, they're for decorative purposes only. Sorry, not everything I bring will be edible." But if he's very good, he'll get on her Advent candy list. And maybe some Easter candy too. Catholics have all the best candy holidays; pity they build up to them with fasting. Ver brushes a hand against Matt's arm to let him know she's stepping away before moving out of Foggy's way. "Enjoying it so far?"
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Just because she had loved and lost didn't mean she was beyond help. So few are in Matt's opinion. It's naive and exhausting ideology to attempt to save everyone, it's true. But Verity could be and deserved to be out of the winter that she was left in.
Really private? The apartment will have to do. The office isn't going to be vacant any time soon. Matt sighs and bumps against her accidentally on purpose. "Oh, hey, buddy." Even with his head tilted to Foggy's direction he can feel the heat radiating off of Verity's face. It makes his own a very goofy smile.
"She's not going to trick me into eating anything I shouldn't. Not with everything else." Matt gestures to the plates. He allows Verity to pass. This office really is not so big.
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Matt hunches his shoulders and shakes his head like he has so man other times under teasing. It's always a give and take. "Do you have a sister or something, Verity? Did we get that far in the questioning? This is not a formal interrogation but it is good that you have your lawyer present."
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Naive and exhausting and wonderful. However scared she is when he goes out at night, however furious she gets at him for scaring her, she'll always want him to be the big damn hero. It's the love/hate part of her love for him. Anyone who can save her from the Fimbulwinter in her heart deserves all her patience.
The apartment will be private enough for what she has in mind. She suspects there's a lock on the door and a bed someplace inside.
Ver leans in the doorway where Foggy had been. She doesn't mind a bit of do-si-do; tight quarters demand it and it's better than being crowded by someone she doesn't know yet. "I know. I try to feed him, but he's so stubborn sometimes. We'll just have to keep looking after him since he doesn't have the good sense to do it himself."
Does Foggy know yet that she knows? Has Matt told him about her? These things will need to be clarified. "I have two half-sisters, but they're in grade school and I've never actually met them, so I don't know if they can cook. Matt can't be my lawyer for the purposes of this informal interrogation. I'd never ask him to choose between his best from and me anyway. I'm inexperienced, not daft."
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Listening to his friend and his girl have an exchange makes him beam with pride. "You both know I'm right here. I can hear you." He could hear them a building away that's beside the point.
The plates are done but he stays still until Foggy is ready to move. When Matt said it was serious he let on that he can talk to Verity about everything. Everything. "Foggy!" The sister comment is a given but the rest?
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So she knows. But does she know? It's not Foggy's responsibility to warn or prepare Matt's girlfriend for what she might find. Still there's a kind of hope that she'll bring to him some locking and screws that were knocked loose from his dear friend's brain.
"You're spicy! Ahaha! And uh I'm not really into that child bride thing. Guess I'll just have to add it to my Tinder wishlist." Okay now Matt gives him a solid thump from his dress shoe to Foggy's.
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"Geez, Matt, it's rude to interrupt." But she's smiling at him in that goofy way she does. However much Foggy may think Matt's wrapped around her finger, it's pretty clear, he's got her right in the palm of his hand. She's got it bad, this 'love' thing people are always talking about.
She steps aside to let Foggy pass, glancing briefly at his plate to see what he likes best. "Sorry to disappoint. I'm sure a charming fellow like yourself doesn't want for company." She can hear that thump, which gets Matt a brief look, and yes she knows he can't see it. "Besides, I'll keep you fed until then."
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"Sorry, I don't want to be rude. I'll be quiet now." Wiggle of his brow and all.
He can't see looks. They're implied. With Verity he can hear her tilt her head ever so much. "You can count on that for sure, buddy." Sharing food, staying in good company.
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"Be good or you won't get second slices of pie!" Or...what did Verity bring again? Foggy grins and shakes his head. He gives Verity a light, friendly elbow. "Glad you're on board and up for the challenge. He's a handful."
Behind him Matt lets out an exaggerated sigh. Now he can hand Verity her plate.
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She brought tarts, which are like pies, so close enough. The elbowing startles a little sound from her, surprised but not upset; nothing for Matt to worry about. She's learning to adapt to these things. "Yeah, he is, but he's worth it."
Verity takes the offered plate and slides her free arm around Matt's waist so she can cuddle into his side. "I like him." To answer the unaskable question. "Now, come on, you heard him: I have to feed you and take care of you. It's official. I'm not one to disobey orders from your best friend."
But there will be a brief delay for kisses. Just one or two little ones.
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Her startle does make him lift his brow. Foggy would never hurt her. And Verity would never ever be put someplace she'd be close to harm.
Her startle does make him lift his brow. Foggy would never hurt her. And Verity would never ever be put someplace she'd be close to harm. Mr. Nelson starts some too and clears his throat to recover. He mutters something like "crazy kids" as he heads back to the conference room. Without looking, and it's with no skill like Matt's, he knows they're going to stand and kiss and be cute.
"I like him too. All the time." Even with his particular eccentricities, but don't they all. "Just don't let him think he can actually order you."
With a plate of food waiting he still is happily wrapped up in her kiss. One, two... they're starting to get addicting. He sighs.
It's kind of frightening sometimes.
She knows that Foggy would never hurt her and that Matt wouldn't leave her side if he thought she were in the slightest danger, and now she's feeling self-conscious. She'd been trying so hard to pretend she's normal, so Matt's friends wouldn't think badly of her, and boy did that not last long.
The kisses are so soothing, it's tempting to linger for more than that sweet pair. Later. They can go back to the kisses later. "Honey, I don't let you give me orders, what makes you think I'd like him get away with it? C'mon, do you want to sit with your friends while we eat?"
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"Hey," her heart rate and tension don't go unnoticed. "You're okay. Everything's okay," he whispers. Matt brushes his lips against her temple since they're still that close. His plate is held aside just so. Normal is overrated.
"Anybody can try but it sure doesn't mean it will come to pass." He tilts his head and leads the way to their modest conference room.
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Matt grins in adoration and embarrassment. He loves them so.
Perhaps Verity hasn't yet picked up on the vibe that the Nelson faction is having its own bouts of self-consciousness. She isn't alone. "We're plenty merry as it is. And that's during working hours." He's about to lift his fork again when he pauses, "has he ever taken you to Josie's?"
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Verity sighs and leans into the reassurances. How she hopes he's right. The odds of their relationship surviving if these people don't like her are slim, and she can do the math. He's with them all day, and she's lucky to see her once a week these days. It's not the most reassuring pattern for him to fall into, considering. She knows he loves her. But she's seen how often that isn't enough.
"'Try' is the keyword."
Into the conference room they go; she hangs back, watching Karen and Foggy shuffle themselves around. Matt can sit while she gets them drinks. Lovely lemonade. "Josie's? No. Not yet." Ver sits, resting a hand on Matt's shoulder for a moment. "Favorite bar?"
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New Loki, Kid Loki, and KL's bff Leah. And Ver obvs. And end.