Foggy was at a loss. He had no clue what to do. He knew his life had gotten strange, but this was just too much for him.

It started on a Monday afternoon while Foggy was eating his lunch in his office, trying to catch up on his own work so that he could get to Matt's, since Matt was at home recuperating from a recent bout of hypothermia. The man had apparently gotten himself thrown into the icy East River. It had been difficult for Foggy to explain that one to Karen, but somehow he'd done it.

"There's someone calling from the Maria Stark Foundation for you," Karen said, and she sounded impressed and curious as she transferred the call.

"Mr. Nelson," the pleasant-sounding woman on the other end of the line said when he picked up, "My name is Melissa Bower and I'm calling on behalf of the Maria Stark Foundation. We'd like to set an interview up with you next week for an opening as the head of our legal department. You were referred to us by Mr. Stark himself."

"Buh..." was all Foggy could think to say. "Mr. Stark?"

"Yes, he said that you were very impressive and we're looking forward to meeting with you," the woman said. "When is a good time?"

"I already have a position I'm very happy with," Foggy said in a daze. "I'm not looking for a new one."

There was a pause. "Mr. Nelson," Ms. Bower said, I should let you know that the position pays a seven figure salary. You would be working out of one of the top floors in Stark Tower, with your own office and staff, and would be working for one of the world's top charitable organizations, responsible for the dissemination and oversight of over a billion dollars annually to those in need, as well as responsible for overseeing the legal needs of the Avengers."

Foggy took a deep breath. Was he really going to do what he knew he was about to do? "No thank you," he said slowly, "but please thank Mr. Stark for the referral for me."

With that, the conversation ended.

"Huh," Foggy said. "Okay."

The next offer came in the form of a package that unfortunately arrived while Foggy and Matt were both in the office prepping for a client meeting.

Karen knocked on the conference room door lightly, and entered with a box the shape of a laptop computer tucked under her arm. It was wrapped in red velvet and tied with a gold bow. "This came for you," she told Foggy. "Do you have a secret admirer?"

"What is that?" Matt asked. Karen looked at Foggy expectantly and he felt obliged to open it in front of them. "Let's find out," he said.

Inside, carefully encased in still more velvet, was a small clear piece of glass only an inch or so thick. On top of it was a note that said "Turn On". Foggy read the note out loud and the piece of glass lit up, information scrolling across it in a remarkable display and a holographic video screen projecting itself above it.

"The Maria Stark Foundation was founded in 1963..." a pre-loaded video began to say. "Turn Off!" Foggy shouted, unsure if it would work. It didn't. The video kept projecting above their conference room table, exhorting the high-minded ideals of the charitable organization and chronicling it's efforts in third world countries.

"What's going on?" Matt asked.

"Beats me," Foggy said, not sure what to do. The video ended and the words "Join Us" hovered there, a plea that Foggy felt ridiculous for refusing but knew he had to. Eventually the projection ended, but his new Starkphone, a version not yet even close to being on the market, stayed on, an owners manual icon staring up at him.

"Who sent it?" Karen asked.

"I think Tony Stark did," Foggy said.

Matt just sat there next to him, looking like he had something to say but not saying a word.

The next day, a bottle of 1939 Macallan scotch showed up. Foggy didn't know anything about whiskey, but when he looked it up on the internet he nearly fell out of his chair realizing that the bottle was worth over $10,000. Definitely something he planned on saving for a special occasion. Like his deathbed. Or the end of the world.

There was a note in the box that just said "Congratulations on the new job I know you'll be taking. Looking forward to working with you. T."

He called Ms. Bowers back and told her to tell her boss to back off. He wasn't interested.

The following day, another box arrived. Again, Karen and Matt were both present when he opened it to find what looked like the arm from an Iron Man suit staring up at him, a bow around it.

The note said "If I build it, you will come, right? I'm jealous you'd be worthier than me if you wore it, but don't think I wouldn't do it. Come join the party. T." Foggy was glad he didn't read it out loud, but knew that Karen was hovering over his shoulder.

"Oh, what the hell?" Foggy said, exasperated.

"What is it?" Matt asked.

"It's a piece of a freaking Iron Man suit!" Karen squealed. "Oh my God! Foggy! What does he mean about building one for you?"

"What?" Matt said.

"Nothing," said Foggy. "It's nothing."

"Foggy..." Matt said, frustration in his tone.

"Karen, can you excuse us?" Foggy asked quickly. "I think we have to have a little partners meeting." Karen looked disappointed, so he threw the gift at her. "You can play with it while we talk." He watched her try not to smile before leaving.

Once the door had closed behind her, Matt exploded. "Tony Stark is sending you presents now? How long has this been going on? I thought you were going to be honest with me, Foggy!"

"Okay, alright," Foggy said. "It's been happening for a little while now. They're not presents though."

"They're not?" Matt asked.

"They're a job offer," Foggy said. "I'm not taking the job, obviously, so I didn't think I had to tell you."

"He wants to hire us?" Matt said.

"No," Foggy said, "He wants to hire me. To be the head of the legal department for the foundation that does all his charity work and oversees the Avengers."

"Oh," said Matt. Apparently he didn't have a response to that.

"Yeah," said Foggy. "I told you I'm not taking it though."

"Why not?" Matt asked.

"What?" Foggy said, not understanding.

"Well I'm sure it pays more," Matt said. "You said yourself that we're struggling to keep ourselves afloat. And if you worked for the Avengers, you wouldn't have to worry about me getting you into trouble. Plus, you'd be doing good work on behalf of a charity. Why wouldn't you take it, Foggy?"

Foggy looked at Matt like he had grown three heads. "Because it wouldn't be Nelson and Murdock. Because I wouldn't get to build something of my own with you."

"You would be better off if you took the job," Matt said, looking destroyed as he said it. "You said it yourself. My life is dangerous. I could get you disbarred or worse. And you would be really successful if you worked for Stark. I mean, he even offered to build you an Iron Man suit. You could be a hero in your own right, Foggy."

"That's not who I am, Matt," Foggy said. "That's not who I want to be."

"And who is that, then?" Matt asked.

"Your friend," Foggy said. "Your partner. The Maverick to your Goose, man! Avocados at law! I know I've given you kind of hard time lately, and I'll admit it hasn't been easy dealing with everything, figuring out how to move forward. But there is nowhere else in the world I would rather be than here. I can't believe that you would even question that about me."

Matt smiled tentatively. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"100,000,000 percent. Iron Man can woo me all he wants, and sure it's fun to flirt with Captain America or Spider-Man from time to time. But they're just distractions at the end of the day. My heart belongs to Daredevil.

Matt laughed, and they were finally, truly okay.

Foggy sent the Iron Man gauntlet back where it came from, because really, was he going to keep what could potentially be a dangerous weapon in it's own right that he didn't understand just sitting around his apartment? After that, Foggy assumed that Stark would get the message. But Foggy didn't know Tony Stark.

A week after the last gift, Foggy called out to Karen for something from his office only to get no response. He knew that she hadn't gone to lunch, because Matt had gone to pick something up for them (which Foggy suspected might be related to Daredevil business, but he knew better than to ask). He listened closely and could hear giggling coming from the reception desk, unnatural, like might come out of a schoolgirl or anime character. He had never heard Karen giggle like that.

When he came out to investigate, his jaw dropped as he saw Tony Stark in all his glory, looking like he just stepped off of a magazine cover, standing over Karen's desk conversing with her. Was he flirting with her?

Foggy cleared his throat to let them know he was in the room. "You must be Nelson," Tony said.

Karen just blushed and breathed heavily from where she sat behind her desk.

"That's me, although you can call me Foggy. I don't really have to ask who you are," he said.

"Foggy?" Tony asked. "Damn. Somebody got to the ridiculous nickname before I could. Whatever. It works. I like it. Let's step into your office shall we?" He took Foggy's elbow and led him into his own office, shutting the door behind them.

Foggy was surprised when the man didn't plop himself down into Foggy's own chair and put his feet up on the desk. It seemed like the kind of move he would make, and he was acting like he owned the place anyway. Instead he stood there like he was waiting for Foggy to take a seat.

Foggy sat, but Tony didn't. Instead, he began pacing around the room.

So," he said. "Foggy Nelson," he said. "Why, exactly, do you not want to come and work for me? I mean, I can't figure it out. It's driving me crazy. It's not the money, because Steve told me that you guys were barely keeping the doors open here. The overall environment leaves something to be desired, honestly, so I know that the amenities I offered you are more than adequate. I specifically avoided offering you a position on the Stark Industries team or working for me directly, because from everything I've heard you're not a guy who wants to work for the 1%, which is admirable if naive. So what's the deal?"

"Ummmm..." Foggy said, intimidated.

"Is it the secretary?" Tony continued. "Because believe me I know how much a loyal and plucky administrative assistant is worth. They're not as easy to come by as people think. You could bring her with you, though. And wouldn't that just be impressive? You could take her with you all over the world. Show her a private plane. Take her out to the best restaurants. Enough to make up for any reservations she might have about settling for the nice, schlubby guy over some hot guy she meets in a dive bar, if that's something you want."

"What?" Foggy asked, offended. "No! It's not like that!"

"Then what's it like?" Tony asked. "What's your deal, Foggy? What's your price? Everyone's got one."

"Not me," Foggy said.

"Right..." Tony said, disbelieving. "Well I guess I should have expected that answer. It's sort of why I want you so bad to begin with. Damn."

Foggy could only nod and try not to tremble too much. The trembling might make him appear less resolved than he was.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door, and Matt appeared, looking fierce. "Mr. Stark," he said, extending his hand as he stepped into the room.

"This is my partner, Matt Murdock," Foggy said. "Matt, Mr. Stark was just leaving."

Tony took in Matt's cane and glasses, then looked back over towards Foggy. "Huh," he said, like he was solving a puzzle. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Murdock," he said, shaking Matt's hand.

And with that, he left.

Foggy let out a deep breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.

"That was Tony Stark," said Matt.

"That was Tony Stark," said Foggy back.

Several days later, Karen came into Foggy's office blushing again. Before she even opened her mouth, Foggy had a feeling he knew what that particular color of beet red meant on Karen.

"Tony Stark is on the phone for you," she said. He saw Matt's ears perk up across the room.

"Put him through, Karen," Foggy said.

"So I know you said that you didn't have a price," he heard Tony say on the other end when he picked up, "but like I said Foggy, everyone does. And I'm pretty sure I've found yours."

"I told you, Mr. Stark, I'm not interested in the job," Foggy said.

"I know that," Tony said. "I figured that out talking to Ms. Page. She had a lot to say when I was there about how your firm was small but mighty, and how proud she was to work there. And I get it, believe it or not. You're building something, you and your partner. Something that's yours, that's got your name on the door, and you don't want to give it up to put my last name on your business cards.

"So you're going to stop harassing me?" Foggy asked.

"Not quite. You see, Steve wasn't wrong about you guys struggling. And you do good work for him. And Clint too. And Jen really likes you. So I'm going to help you out, but on terms I think you'll like," Tony said. "Meeting your partner gave me the idea, and it's one I don't think either of you will be able to resist. Right now, my legal team at Stark Industries has a metric ton of ADA litigation and compliance complications that they're working through related to our factories, and overseas where the standards and laws are different it's even worse. I'm thinking that I could farm that out to your firm. Hire you, but as a third party, to help my existing legal team handle that workload. I figure that might be something you and your partner would both be interested in gaining some specialization in, and it might give you the edge you need to bring in other clients. I mean, I'm sure your partner doesn't like to draw attention to it but why not use his personal experiences to your advantage and help people at the same time, right?

By this point, Matt had crept into Foggy's office listening to the conversation, and Foggy hadn't gestured for him to leave. He looked up at Matt, who nodded vigorously. "Take the offer," Matt said.

"Okay," Foggy said. "That is a great offer, actually, Mr. Stark. Thank you."

"See, you have a price. It's just not monetary. A lot of times, they aren't," Tony said. "Call me Tony, by the way, since we're going to be working together. I'll put the paperwork through and have it sent over later in the week. Pleasure doing business with you. And could you do me a favor? Could you tell Steve and Jen how happy you are about this? Because I could use the goodwill, honestly."

"Ummmm... sure," said Foggy.

"Great, thanks. Bye!" And he hung up.

"Wow," Matt said.

"Yeah. Wow," Foggy said. "So, Josie's tonight?"

"Definitely," said Matt.

That night, the three of them made plans for the future of Nelson and Murdock, finally safe in the knowledge that their firm would be successful. They envisioned potential future office improvements and necessary purchases, even discussing potential paint colors to brighten up the walls. Later, Jen joined them, and Foggy loudly showed everyone in the bar the congratulatory text he got from Steve, and told the story of how he had once lifted Thor's hammer. Nobody except his friends believed him, and Josie told him he was full of shit. But he felt on top of the world, and so it didn't matter.