Matt Murdock Shorts

My Best Friend and my Sister Part 2

You're sitting in Matt's arms on the roof of his building. Among the perks of having a boyfriend, is always having a human pillow with you. Sure, Matt's sharp edges, hard muscle, and stress materialized, but when you finally get him to relax, it's blissful. This is one of those times. He turns to putty behind you, matching his breathing to yours. As you lean against each other, he rests his head on your shoulder, taking in the carefree moment.

You can pinpoint the moment he started to trust you— really trust you— as more than Foggy's sister. You'd invited him over for coffee one night and he took his glasses off as he entered. You noticed right away because you were waiting for this, but you didn't know what to do once it happened. His amber eyes tempted you to say something about their beauty, but in the end, you decided not to put him on the spot.

Since then, he was more trusting every time you got together. He'd let something slip about his dad, or hint about his senses. He started to let himself go, and you only liked him more the more he showed his true colors. After a couple months he told you about the mask and everything it meant to him. When you pulled him into a hug and thanked him for trusting you, he sobbed.

And that's why moments like these are so special to you. You both sip on your beers as the sun goes down. Matt's been fidgeting behind you, but it comes to a stop when he wraps his arms around your waist. You go to take his hands but you notice something in one of them. Upon closer inspection, you see that it's a little origami ring made out of the beer label.

"Be my girlfriend?" He asks into your neck, almost shy.

You laugh. "It would be my pleasure. So long as you're my boyfriend."

He grins and wraps his arms around you tighter. "Deal." A moment of contented silence falls over you before Matt speaks up again. "What does the sky look like right now? I want to remember this."

"Awww, me too." You pause. "Okay, let me think." You take in the sight before you and do your best to compile your thoughts. "So, this is either going to come out really boring or as some failed poetry. Maybe both."

He chuckles. "I'm sure you won't disappoint. Anyway, there's something... intimate about experiencing the world through someone else's eyes."

"Well, this is me officially taking that job from Foggy, then. I'm also going to be oddly jealous of audio descriptive services and your screen reader now."

He throws his head back in a laugh. "I guess I deserved that for taking pickup lines from Fisk's girlfriend at the time."

You laugh. "Yeah. That was a pretty good line though. I couldn't resist making fun of you, though." You pause. "Alright, so prepare to not be amazed, but I'll do my best." You look up at the sky. "Right over our heads, it's like the center of a raging fire; the clouds billowing off into the distance like smoke. Further out, the colors of a stormy ocean bleed into the orange, as if they're trying to douse the flames."

"Thank you." He murmurs.

"Any time."

"Do you think we should tell Foggy?" He asks after a moment of silence.

"Yeah, I think we've been sneaking around long enough."

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For all your good intentions, you don't tell Foggy. For one, you think you and Matt should both be present for the confession. Which is kind of hard, since you and Matt have been avoiding being around Foggy together, lest he pick up on something. For another thing, sneaking around with Matt is becoming a guilty pleasure for you. It's still new and exciting, and all yours. You really should tell Foggy.