Log: Matt and Clint
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xp_logsAfter Foggy is attacked and finds out Matt is a mutant, this is what brother's are for.
Clint checked his text messages from Matt again, still finding it exceedingly hard to believe his brother had used the codeword for an emergency extraction for something at Foggy's apartment. What the fuck?
Pulling up to the curb outside the building, Clint reached over to open the door for Matt even though he knew he didn't have to. "What the fuck?" He asked.
"Oh, you know, just your average night where a guy tries to assassinate your boyfriend and you protect him and in the process go all ninja-like and he freaks out," Matt replied with a sigh as he got in. He had at least gotten dressed, though it was haphazardly. "He knows I'm Daredevil. He's pissed as fuck."
"Uuuuuuuugh," Clint groaned, head thunking back against the headrest behind him. "Fuck. Should he be left alone if people are trying to assassinate him? What the fuck - why are people trying to assassinate him?"
"Someone is killing everyone related to a case and well, he was a lawyer on it," Matt explained. Foggy hadn't done anything wrong. "And....no. But he doesn't want me around. That was made clear," that he had left and called Clint without simply keeping watch from another vantage point said a lot. Matt and Foggy had been best friends since freshman year of college and more than that off and on, but Matt wasn't sure they could withstand this. "He hates me." And his voice broke like a damn teenager.
Puffing his cheeks out, Clint gave his brother the side-eye. "That bad? I thought Foggy was supposed to be the level-headed one between the two of you. What's pissing him off, d'you think? The secret itself or the fact that you kept it from him?"
"All of it, that I'm a mutant at all, I dunno," they hadn't gotten that far into the yelling. Normally, Foggy was pretty level headed and maybe with time to cool off, he would be fine, but Matt doubted it. Foggy wasn't the kind of guy that needed time to cool off usually. That was Matt's stock in trade. "It's all fine to be pro-mutant until your boyfriend is one."
Clint winced. "Shit, man," he said. Turning on his signal, he took a turn and mapped out how he was gonna get them back to their parents' house. Then he muttered another, "Shit. You think that might actually be the thing? Fuck." He'd like to think it couldn't be that, given how long his brother'd known Foggy -- how long his family had known him -- but there wasn't actually any guarantee one way or the other. People could surprise you every day.
"Dunno," heightened senses didn't mean he could read people's minds and it wasn't like he didn't have his own biases and emotional turmoil right now either. He was willing to acknowledge that. "I'll get some sleep and head out with Miles. There's shit going down we're working on. Just because Foggy hates me doesn't mean I'm going to just continue with letting someone run amok in my city like this."
"You want some extra company, or you think you'll be good with Morales?" Clint asked, not entirely sure what else he could do or offer. He could stick around Foggy's apartment, make sure whoever was going after him didn't actually make a second attempt. That'd probably be the best use of his time -- and maybe take some pressure off Matt.
"Stick with Foggy?" Matt asked softly, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "Keep him safe? And uh...probably don't let him see you."
"Figured that's what you'd ask," Clint said, nodding. "I'll drop you at the dads', suit up, and head back out..." After a short pause, he asked, "If anybody actually comes after him, I'll try to leave them alive for questioning. I'm guessing, since it's bigger than just him, that'd probably be for the best."
Nodding, Matt figured he could grab a train to head up north again. "I'm not picky."
"Noted," Clint said, nodding. Man, the thought of Foggy being secretly anti-mutant was the worst. "Anything you can tell me about the guy who came after him before?"
"Not much. He had tech. Skills. Training. Dude knew what he was doing. And mission-oriented," Matt wasn't sure it was enough, "He seemed familiar, but I can't place where."
"Eh," Clint said, cracking his neck before rolling his shoulders. They were getting closer to Steve and Andre's and he was glad he kept his old gear tucked into his closet there. "Probably I'll be able to handle it. If not, I'll just call in Tasha."
That would pretty much guarantee that someone, likely the perp, would end up dead. Matt wasn't against that right now. "Just...be careful."
"I'm always careful," Clint said, a toothy smile spreading over his face. It was probably for the best that Matt couldn't see it... though he could probably hear it.
Clint checked his text messages from Matt again, still finding it exceedingly hard to believe his brother had used the codeword for an emergency extraction for something at Foggy's apartment. What the fuck?
Pulling up to the curb outside the building, Clint reached over to open the door for Matt even though he knew he didn't have to. "What the fuck?" He asked.
"Oh, you know, just your average night where a guy tries to assassinate your boyfriend and you protect him and in the process go all ninja-like and he freaks out," Matt replied with a sigh as he got in. He had at least gotten dressed, though it was haphazardly. "He knows I'm Daredevil. He's pissed as fuck."
"Uuuuuuuugh," Clint groaned, head thunking back against the headrest behind him. "Fuck. Should he be left alone if people are trying to assassinate him? What the fuck - why are people trying to assassinate him?"
"Someone is killing everyone related to a case and well, he was a lawyer on it," Matt explained. Foggy hadn't done anything wrong. "And....no. But he doesn't want me around. That was made clear," that he had left and called Clint without simply keeping watch from another vantage point said a lot. Matt and Foggy had been best friends since freshman year of college and more than that off and on, but Matt wasn't sure they could withstand this. "He hates me." And his voice broke like a damn teenager.
Puffing his cheeks out, Clint gave his brother the side-eye. "That bad? I thought Foggy was supposed to be the level-headed one between the two of you. What's pissing him off, d'you think? The secret itself or the fact that you kept it from him?"
"All of it, that I'm a mutant at all, I dunno," they hadn't gotten that far into the yelling. Normally, Foggy was pretty level headed and maybe with time to cool off, he would be fine, but Matt doubted it. Foggy wasn't the kind of guy that needed time to cool off usually. That was Matt's stock in trade. "It's all fine to be pro-mutant until your boyfriend is one."
Clint winced. "Shit, man," he said. Turning on his signal, he took a turn and mapped out how he was gonna get them back to their parents' house. Then he muttered another, "Shit. You think that might actually be the thing? Fuck." He'd like to think it couldn't be that, given how long his brother'd known Foggy -- how long his family had known him -- but there wasn't actually any guarantee one way or the other. People could surprise you every day.
"Dunno," heightened senses didn't mean he could read people's minds and it wasn't like he didn't have his own biases and emotional turmoil right now either. He was willing to acknowledge that. "I'll get some sleep and head out with Miles. There's shit going down we're working on. Just because Foggy hates me doesn't mean I'm going to just continue with letting someone run amok in my city like this."
"You want some extra company, or you think you'll be good with Morales?" Clint asked, not entirely sure what else he could do or offer. He could stick around Foggy's apartment, make sure whoever was going after him didn't actually make a second attempt. That'd probably be the best use of his time -- and maybe take some pressure off Matt.
"Stick with Foggy?" Matt asked softly, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "Keep him safe? And uh...probably don't let him see you."
"Figured that's what you'd ask," Clint said, nodding. "I'll drop you at the dads', suit up, and head back out..." After a short pause, he asked, "If anybody actually comes after him, I'll try to leave them alive for questioning. I'm guessing, since it's bigger than just him, that'd probably be for the best."
Nodding, Matt figured he could grab a train to head up north again. "I'm not picky."
"Noted," Clint said, nodding. Man, the thought of Foggy being secretly anti-mutant was the worst. "Anything you can tell me about the guy who came after him before?"
"Not much. He had tech. Skills. Training. Dude knew what he was doing. And mission-oriented," Matt wasn't sure it was enough, "He seemed familiar, but I can't place where."
"Eh," Clint said, cracking his neck before rolling his shoulders. They were getting closer to Steve and Andre's and he was glad he kept his old gear tucked into his closet there. "Probably I'll be able to handle it. If not, I'll just call in Tasha."
That would pretty much guarantee that someone, likely the perp, would end up dead. Matt wasn't against that right now. "Just...be careful."
"I'm always careful," Clint said, a toothy smile spreading over his face. It was probably for the best that Matt couldn't see it... though he could probably hear it.
