Foggy was impatient. He was starving, and his order was taking forever to be ready, and all he could think about was the enormous workload waiting for him back at the office.

Since Foggy had found out that Matt was Daredevil, his friendship with his partner had been on shaky ground. It meant that even though Foggy was swamped with work and even though Matt wasn't pulling his weight due to his nighttime activities, he didn't want to say anything to his friend. He worried it would sound accusing or trigger an argument that he really wasn't ready to have. And Foggy was also concerned that he would have to admit that some of the extra work was for a client who Matt didn't know about. Cap's legal battles currently included two libel cases, a trademark infringement case, and a lawsuit against an auction house. So far, Foggy had been able to work towards a settlement in most of the cases he'd taken on for Steve, and thankfully the man was always happy to meet with him over pizza or a beer, but eventually Matt was going to notice what was going on and ask questions.

Finally, a woman behind the fast food counter called "Foggy" and he went to take his food, only to run around and be faced with someone unexpected.

"Foggy Nelson?" the woman asked, sweeping her brown bangs away from her face.

"Jen Walters?" Foggy asked. "No way! What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in way too long!"

"I know," she said, being handed her own order. "Not since our second year at Columbia. It's great to see you. Oh, man. Foggy Nelson..." she chuckled to herself. "Are you staying to eat?" she asked invitingly, and Foggy nodded his head even as he knew that it was a bad idea.

The pair sat down at a nearby booth, and Foggy marveled at the lack of awkwardness he felt. "I can't believe I ran into you here," he said. "I didn't think you were in New York anymore. You left Columbia so suddenly. What happened to you?"

"Oh..." said Jen. "You didn't hear?" She sounded regretful, and Foggy regretted bringing it up.

"You don't have to tell me if it's a long story or it's personal," he said.

"No, it's fine," Jen said. "It was a while ago. And you're right, my leaving school was sudden. I just got sick. Had to take some time off. I'm back now though, finishing up my final year."

"Oh yeah?" Foggy asked.

"Yep. Interning at Landman and Zack, actually," Jen said.

"Seriously? Matt and I were there last year!" Foggy said, smiling.

"And they didn't offer you guys a job?" Jen said, "I find that hard to believe. If they didn't take you and Matt, then I suddenly don't feel great about my chances. You guys were at the top of the class."

Foggy laughed to himself. "I'm sure they'll want you. You were always amazing. And they did offer me and Matt a job. We just decided to open our own firm instead."

"What? Really?" Jen said, impressed. "Murdock and Nelson. Wow. That's impressive."

"Nelson and Murdock," Foggy corrected proudly, "and you wouldn't say that if you saw it. We only just got our names on the door written in something other than marker on construction paper. And the expenses are killing us."

"But still," said Jen, "you went for it. Good for you!"

"Yeah, well tell me that again this time next year when you're pulling in six figures and I'm still wearing this same suit ragged," he said, shaking his head.

She laughed and they tucked into their food, bantering back and forth about shared acquaintances from their law school days and their lives.

"So," Jen asked as they were getting up to leave. "Are you still seeing Marci Stahl? I seem to remember the two of you being an item for a while there."

"No," said Foggy. "She was a little too demanding for me, and I'm kind of married to the job these days."

"Huh," said Jen thoughtfully. "Well, far be it from me to entice you to cheat on your clients with me but did you maybe wanna grab dinner sometime?"

"I guess I could make the time to catch up," Foggy said as they hit the sidewalk.

"Sure," said Jen, "We could catch up. Or maybe make up for lost time?" She leaned in and Foggy was surprised when she kissed him softly on the lips.

She pulled back slowly and was suddenly shy. "Sorry if that's forward," she said. "Just... being sick made me think a lot about the fact that sometimes you just don't have the time to take things slow. I like you, Foggy. Let's go out."

Foggy could only nod his head in a daze. "Yeah... that... would be good. I'm just surprised. I never knew you were into me. Wow. Let's go out! Tonight? You said why take it slow, right?"

"Sounds good," she said. "I'll give you my number."

So much for getting through all the work he had to get done and having time to sleep. But he had a good feeling about Jen and suspected it would be worth it.

Foggy couldn't believe how well the date was going. He couldn't believe that he was even on a date with Jennifer Walters to begin with. He had liked her in college. But he had always assumed that she was way out of his league.

And now here they were, joking and laughing over wine in a fancy restaurant. Foggy found himself amused by the fact that his best friend was a blind ninja, he had once defeated an alien by wielding Thor's hammer, and he regularly shared a beer with Captain America, but this was the thing he found himself not able to believe was happening to him.

As he regaled her with a story about a particularly sarcastic judge that he and Matt had encountered on a case, he suddenly saw her face fall slightly. "What did I say?" he asked.

"Oh," she said. "I'm sorry. It's not you. I just wish that I had finished with you guys. I wish I was a lawyer already, you know? Instead I'm sitting here terrified to take the bar exam still and jealous of all your success. It's rude of me. Sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."

"No," Foggy said, surprised. "It's okay. I just didn't realize how difficult it must have been for you having to leave. Did you want to talk about it?"

Jen sighed, like she was considering it but knew it might be a bad idea. She took a big gulp of wine like she was steeling her nerves and eventually spoke.

"I had leukemia," she said.

"Oh," said Foggy, not sure what else to say.

"Yeah," she said. "Advanced. Not the kind that anyone expects you to recover from."

"But you did," Foggy stated.

"I did. They were able to find me a bone marrow donor. But even that came with... complications."

"Wow. That's intense," Foggy said. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," she said. "I'm out of the woods now. And feeling great. But it just forced me to really have to think about my life. To re-prioritize."

"Well you couldn't have shifted your priorities that much because you still want to be a lawyer," Foggy said.

"Yeah," said Jen. "I do. I want to help people."

"And you will," said Foggy.

"Yeah," said Jen. "Just like you do."

"Awwww..." said Foggy, lifting his glass. "To Jennifer Walters. future attorney at law!"

She laughed, and they toasted. Everything was going great. Until her phone rang.

"Sorry," she said, smiling. "I have to take this." Foggy gestured for her to go ahead.

"Hi," he heard her say. "What's up?"

He tried not to eavesdrop but he couldn't help it.

"Wait... what? Oh my God! Bruce! Where are you right now?" he heard. "Seriously? Oh I am going to murder that man... no, not really! It was a joke... Okay, I'll do what I can... I said I would try... Just wait there... Maybe a couple of hours... You know you kind of interrupted a date... Yes... Very well actually." Foggy blushed. "Don't say that, please... Okay... Bye sweetie."

Jen sighed as she hung the phone up and looked at Foggy with guilt in her eyes. "I am so, so sorry. I have to go."

"Really?" Foggy asked, surprised and sad. "Of course. That sounded kind of urgent. Is it something I could help with?"

Jen looked at him and seemed unsure. "Maybe? I don't know if you would want to."

"What is it?" Foggy asked. "What's going on?"

"It's my cousin," she said.

"Your cousin?" Foggy asked.

"That's right. He's sort of..." She clearly was struggling to find the right words. "...sick. He has some issues. And sometimes these issues result in him waking up places without really knowing how he got there or how to get someplace safe. Usually he calls me, which is frustrating since I don't even own a car. It's ridiculous. But I love him, so I rent a car or find a way to get to him."

"Wow," said Foggy. "That's pretty crazy."

"Yeah," Jen said. "I worry about him."

"Is it epilepsy? Or a mental illness, like schizophrenia?" Foggy asked, curious.

"Sort of," Jen said. "I don't really want to get into the specifics. It's his business, really."

"And that's what happened tonight?" Foggy asked.

"Yeah," Jen said. "He's actually got other friends who have been helping him lately, but they are apparently fighting at the moment. So I have to find a way to get out to the Adirondack Mountains to pick him up."

"Wait, seriously?" Foggy said. "That's the middle of nowhere. And at least a four hour drive away!"

"Foggy," Jen said. "Do you know that bone marrow donor I told you about? It was Bruce. I have to go. He's family. And I owe him."

"Okay," said Foggy.

"I will make it up to you" Jen said. "I promise. We'll book another date."

"Or," said Foggy, "We could continue this one. Because you don't have a car. But I do."

"No," she said. "Foggy I couldn't ask you to do that. If we left now we wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning at the earliest. You have clients and an office that needs you. It's too much."

"I want to," Foggy said. "My car just sits there most of the time costing me money. I only have it because it's an old beater my dad gave me when I started college and I couldn't bear to part with it. So let's put some miles on it. I don't mind."

Jen leaned over the table, and to Foggy's surprise she kissed him deeply. With gratitude. He didn't mind.

"You're a good man, Foggy Nelson. Let's go," Jen said.

The ride deeper north into the mountains of New York state was long but beautiful, even at night. And Foggy was enjoying the company.

He was glad it was late, since it meant that he knew he would reach Matt's voicemail when he called to let him know where he was. He didn't really want to have to explain himself.

On the ride up, the pair talked about anything and everything. Why they went into law. Their childhoods. it was comfortable. They grabbed energy drinks and junk food at a gas station. They sang along with old Classic Rock songs on the radio. Foggy couldn't remember the last time he had so much fun. He wondered if this was what falling in love felt like.

The carefree atmosphere was broken when a news report came on the radio.

"Nevada State Police are advising all residents to keep an eye out for the green beast known as the Incredible Hulk," the news report stated. "The Avenger was spotted rampaging just outside of Dayton, Nevada earlier this afternoon, damaging homes and buildings and injuring dozens. Other Avengers, including Iron Man, were on hand attempting to subdue him, but officials say that they were unable to apprehend him. State Police have put up barricades on all major highways and teams are scouring the desert for any sign of the beast. While it is assumed that he is still in the Nevada area, there is a possibility that he could currently be anywhere in the country. If you have any information, please contact local officials."

"Well that's ridiculous," Foggy said.

"What is?" Jen said, and Foggy realized that she had gone quiet and looked subdued.

"That they're expending all that effort trying to hunt down the Hulk like he's some fugitive," Foggy said. "Making him out to be some kind of monster and calling him a beast? I mean, the Avengers were with him and I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt anyone, right? So let them handle it."

"What if the Avengers can't handle it? What if the Hulk is dangerous?" asked Jen, something dark creeping into her voice.

"Please," said Foggy. "There's no way that the Hulk would be part of the Avengers if he were that dangerous. And the Avengers can handle anything."

"You think so?" Jen wondered.

Foggy laughed to himself. "Okay, so I'm going to tell you something, and you can't tell Matt if you ever see him, because he doesn't know. I'm kind of Captain America's personal attorney. We hang out and stuff. And believe me when I tell you that if Cap has faith in someone, it's earned."

"He has faith in you," Jen said.

"Damn. I didn't realize what a humblebrag that was. But I guess he does, yeah," Foggy said. "And I refuse to believe that he would trust Hulk to have his back if he were a threat."

"If you're trying to impress me, Foggy, it's working beautifully," Jen said.

"Yeah?" Foggy asked.

"Yeah," Jen said, resting her head on his shoulder as he drove.

By the time they reached their destination, Foggy and Jen were both exhausted. The side roads that they had ended up having to take were pitch black with very little traffic, and tall trees lined either side. It was serene, but eerie.

Finally, Jen told Foggy to pull over to the side of the road where a small log cabin, barely big enough to be considered one room, sat.

"Is there where your cousin has been this whole time? You weren't kidding about him ending up in some interesting places," Foggy said.

"I know," Jen said, slipping out of the car. She knocked on the door, and Foggy saw a curly-haired head peek out. Apparently, it never occurred to Bruce that Jen would have anyone else with her. Foggy could see them gesturing at one another and arguing. Finally, Jen coaxed Bruce out of the cabin. It was then that Foggy noticed that the man's clothes were rumpled and mismatched, and he was wrapped in a thick blanket.

He waved at the man, and Bruce gave him a hesitant wave back and made his way into the backseat of the car.

"Hi," Bruce said, so quietly that Foggy almost didn't hear him.

"Hey, man," Foggy said. "Rough night, huh?"

Jen threw Foggy a look like he was crazy for saying anything, so Foggy just drove, the radio on in the background only slightly easing the tension in the car.

"So this is Foggy," Jen said. "Foggy this is Bruce."

Bruce just slouched further into his seat and pulled the blanket more tightly around him like he wanted to disappear.

It was going to be a long drive back to the city.

Two hours into the drive back, the three of them had decided to stop for food. Foggy was amused to watch Bruce, who was drawing stares from the couple of truckers in the 24 hour diner they had found, put away more food than he'd seen anyone, even Cap, eat in one sitting. Although the man had been alone in that cabin for four hours, so Foggy imagined he must be starving.

Jen's phone rang, and even though she looked disgusted when she saw the Caller ID, she politely told Foggy that she had to answer it. It must have been important if the person was calling at 3am.

"What do you want?" Foggy heard Jen say into the phone. She really didn't like whoever it was on the other end.

"Yes, he's here and safe, no thanks to you," she continued. So Foggy assumed it was Bruce's friend who he had fallen out with. "Who the hell is Veronica? No... you know what. I don't care, Tony. He's not some science experiment who you can just fool around with... Why would this be about us? There's no us! Oh, you are infuriating. No, I'm not letting you speak to him."

"Jen," Bruce said, gesturing for her to give him the phone. Jen just shook her head. "Please..." Bruce asked, pleading, and she finally handed it over.

Bruce excused himself to step outside and finish the call, looking miserable.

"Foggy," Jen said, looking equally miserable. "I can't thank you enough for doing this."

Foggy just smiled at her tiredly. "Don't worry about it. Bruce seems..." He didn't know how to finish the thought..

"Scared," Jen said, "and miserable. And in need of a friend who isn't the worst kind of instigator for trouble, honestly."

"Seems like it," Foggy said. When Bruce came back in, he seemed slightly more agitated, but in the end his exhaustion won out. He slept the rest of the way home.

When Foggy finally pulled his car up to Jen's apartment, it was 6am and the sun was just coming up. It had been a long night.

Jen turned to him in her seat. "Foggy," she said, "You know that I can never thank you enough, right? You really are amazing."

"It was nothing," Foggy said. "Anyone would have done the same thing in my shoes."

"No," Jen insisted. "They absolutely would not have. You're one of a kind. Really."

"I like you," Foggy confessed.

"I like you, too," Jen said. "But can I be honest?"

"Sure," Foggy replied.

"I don't know if I'm in the right head space for a relationship right now. What with finishing up school, and all of the obvious family drama I have going on." She gestured to Bruce.

Foggy sighed. He knew it was too good to be true.

"But," Jen said, "I'd really like to see where this goes."

Foggy grinned. "Me too."

"Bye, Foggy. I'll call you." She pecked him on the cheek, and the got out of the car and opened the back seat to wake Bruce up and shepherd him into her apartment.

As they walked up the steps to her door, Foggy rolled down the window. "Hey, Bruce?" he yelled.

Bruce looked back sleepily.

"It was nice meeting you. If you ever find yourself in trouble again or need a lawyer, at least until your cousin passes the bar, feel free to give me a call, alright?"

"Trust me, Foggy, you don't want to do that," Bruce replied sadly.

"We'll see," Foggy said, pulling away.

As he drove back towards his own street, another news report caught his attention on the radio. "Reports of Hulk sightings yesterday evening continued, with the last report happening in New York's Adirondack Mountains around 8:30pm. State officials are reminding all citizens to keep their eyes open, and state that they believe at this point that the Hulk is no longer a threat, but that they are looking for his alter ego Dr. Bruce Banner. Dr. Banner stands approximately 5 foot eight inches tall, weighs approximately 175 lbs, and has dark brown curly hair. It is likely that he will appear confused, lost, or be wearing stolen clothing..." The news report continued, but Foggy had heard enough to have realized who he had just dropped off.

He clutched the steering wheel a little tighter and tried not to panic, remembering that it wasn't like the man was the first superhero he had ever met. But still, Foggy couldn't help but wonder what it was about himself that kept attracting them.

And he'd offered to help him! What was he going to do if Bruce actually called him? There were only so many clients he could keep from Matt, and this one he definitely did not want his friend to know about.

Although he was certain that the fact that he spent the entire night driving and didn't get any work done would prove to be a pretty good distraction from any other questions Matt might have. Plus, he had no regrets. It had been a good night.