Foggy felt dumb. Here he was standing in JFK airport holding a homemade sign for his best friend…who couldn't see. It was a pretty cool sign too, he had to admit it. And to be completely honest, it totally hadn't occurred to Foggy this predicament until he was half way through with his artistic masterpiece. Bubble letters drawn with black and red and even gold designs. Stripes, polka dots, you name it, he went all out. Foggy had already traced the letters when he realized Matt wouldn't even be able to see that he was about to be the next Picasso, or Davinci, quit the law firm. But he decided to continue it anyways, knowing he'd be able to describe what it looked like. So here Foggy stood waiting, and according to the flight tracking app on his phone, Matt's plane should've landed a half hour ago. Plenty of time for his designated airport disability assistant to help Matt find his luggage, and accompany him to find his ride. "Accompanying" sounded much better than pushed in a wheelchair, something Matt and Foggy agreed on wholeheartedly on the way here. But despite the fact that Matt's feet worked completely fine, (better than most people, as Foggy knew too well), rules were rules. Matt legally could not see. He also didn't haven't anyone going with him on the flight, both Foggy and Karen had obligations in Hell's Kitchen.
"See! This is why you should've gotten a guid dog!" Foggy had said, with his hands behind the wheel of his beat down car. Matt shook his head, while trying not to laugh. This was a conversation they've had repeatedly. In truth Matt knew that Foggy would probably be more attached to the dog than he'd be. But with his constant absences from his apartment, being a lawyer by day and vigilante by night, Matt had no time for pets.
"Do I smell Sharpie?" Matt asked. Foggy nearly jumped from surprise, his thoughts had been so scattered. But Matt was already pushing himself out of the uncomfortable looking oversized airport wheelchair, and gratefully unfolding his cane to the pavement.
"Thanks" Matt said to the tired looking worker who looked like he had wanted to go home hours ago. "Don't laugh" he added to Foggy, knowing he must look ridiculous being pushed in the chair. But Matt's face just couldn't hold a serious look if he tried as he grinned.
"I'm not" Foggy said, a smile spread wide on his face. He locked one arm with Matt, while holding on to the large poster in his other hand.
"You didn't have to make me a sign" Matt said clearly getting a kick out of this whole situation. Foggy was too, yet a little surprised that Matt wasn't too exhausted from his California trip, given he had taken a red eye.
"Of course I did, how else would you have seen me in one of the busiest airports" Foggy joked. "So California, lots of sightseeing?" He asked.
"Tons" Matt said. "I would say I won the case, but it was so ridiculous the judge threw the whole thing in the trash within the first ten minutes" Matt said. Foggy wasn't shocked, the guy suing his client didn't look to be the brightest of the bunch.
"I'm sure the client was happy" Foggy said as they reached the parking garage and he opened the passenger door for Matt.
"Didn't even break a sweat" Matt replied.
"And what about the payment?" Foggy asked, knowing full well that Matt would pick up on the hint. He went to the drivers side of the car and shut himself in.
"I got the suit" Matt said. "I've been told it's…different".
"And I'm guessing you got to take it for a spin?" Foggy asked putting the key into the ignition. Immediately their ears were assaulted by blaring 80s music. "Oops".
"You know me, I couldn't help myself" Matt said, and again Foggy noticed his unusually good mood.
"And?" Foggy asked.
"And?" Matt replied.
"Come on, who'd you meet?" Foggy asked.
"Me?" Matt asked in mock surprise.
"Of course. Matt Murdock can't even win a court case in a different state without hooking up with someone. Come on, who was she?" Foggy asked, refusing to back out until he heard the full story.
"How do you know it was a she?" Matt asked, enjoying himself immensely.
"I've known you for years, dude. And unless you're suddenly changing your life choices, it was definitely a she" Foggy replied.
"Well," Matt started. "She was actually the opposing lawyer".
"You didn't" Foggy said. "Jennifer Walters? She-hulk. You do know she's green? Angry? Mean?" He asked.
"Really? I just thought her powers was growing a few inches and super-strength" Matt said. "But in all seriousness she was nice".
"You are impossible" Foggy laughed.
"Don't worry, she wasn't She Hulk when we-"
"Ok I don't need all the details" Foggy asked as he put the car in reverse.
"Hey, you asked" Matt replied.
"Were you in the suit when you guys—" Foggy started. "Nope, don't want to know".
