Foggy found Matt in a training room, sitting with a pretty redhead next to a punching bag. "Why am I not surprised?" he declared with a chuckle.
Matt turned back toward the door at the sound of his Guide's voice. "Foggy Nelson," he introduced his friend, "meet Alexis Castle."
"You're the wizard's daughter?" Foggy asked, eyes wide.
"And a wizard in her own right," Matt added. "She flipped a couple of years ago."
"So you're like me?" asked Foggy.
Matt and Alexis looked at each other and chuckled. "More or less," Alexis replied. She got up, deciding that three was a crowd. "I'll leave you two to talk," she told the two men. "It was nice to meet you, Foggy."
"Same," Foggy agreed.
"Alexis," Matt asked as he stood up, "can I just ask you one last thing?"
Alexis shrugged her agreement. "Sure."
"Who's your boyfriend?"
Alexis broke into a radiant smile. "His name's Steve Rogers," she declared before leaving, "but you would know him better as Captain America."
Foggy stared after Alexis, his mouth shamelessly hanging open in an expression of surprise at her last comment. "She's dating Captain America?!" he exclaimed.
"Apparently," Matt replied. "Kinda makes sense, actually."
It was then that Foggy realized he was probably out of the loop on part of Matt's earlier conversation. "Why would that make sense?"
Matt patted the big bag hanging next to him. "Who else would need a magically reinforced punching bag?"
Foggy chuckled at that. "Who, indeed..."
"How are you doing?" Matt asked, getting down to business. "What did the Guardians say?"
Foggy waved his hand, causing the punching bag to wave back and forth without ever touching it. "Lanie's official diagnosis is non-Guardian psychokinesis, although I seriously doubt it's a diagnosis I could ever take to your average hospital..."
"What does that mean?" asked Matt, fairly sure that he already knew the answer.
"It means," Foggy explained, "that when that...thing almost killed me, it flipped a genetic switch and now i can move things just. by. thinking about it."
Matt watched his friend watch the bag sway in the nonexistent breeze. It was clear even to Matt that his Guide's expression was something akin to melancholy. "Wanna talk about it?" asked Matt.
Foggy spent a little more time watching the bag before he spoke. "I'm starting to think I owe you an apology," Foggy admitted.
"You don't..." Matt countered.
"No, I do," Foggy insisted. "I really do. When I first learned about you being the man in the mask, I...I was really hard on you. At the time, I thought that there was no possible motive that justified you doing what you do as Daredevil. Now I know better."
It broke Matt's heart to hear the frustration in his Guide's voice. "Foggy..."
"I've seen some amazing things over the past two days," Foggy declared. "What you...I...what we're capable of...it's not something most people would understand. Hell, I barely understand it myself most of the time," he admitted with a chuckle.
"We..."
"Teach me to fight," begged Foggy, his voice on the verge of tears. "I know that's going to take some time, and I've got to get in shape before I'm going to be a damn bit of good out there..."
Matt cut his friend off before his argument had a chance to pick up steam. "You don't have to do this, Foggy."
"Yes," he argued pleadingly, "Matt, yes I do! Don't you get it?! I can't just go back to being a lawyer. Not after this. I want to be able to help you. I need to be able to help you out there..."
"Okay."
Foggy had to force himself to stop talking when he heard his Sentinel acquiesce. "You will?" he asked, his voice starting to show the slightest tinge of hope for the first time in the conversation.
"If it's that important to you," said Matt, "then I won't promise anything yet..."
"I'm not asking you to," Foggy agreed eagerly.
"But, I'll teach you everything I can and we'll see how it goes."
Foggy enveloped his Sentinel in a bear hug, his heart soaring. "Thank you!" he exclaimed. He grabbed the swinging bag, bringing it to a stop with a thought. It was then that Foggy realized what he had in front of him...and the opportunity it represented. "Can we start now?"
Matt's eyes widened. "Now? Right now?" Foggy nodded eagerly, so Matt scrambled to come up with a plan to please his energized friend. "Okay," he declared. "First rule: fighting is a last resort. Like you said, you have a hugely powerful ability, so if you're ever in danger, go to that first. It's hell of a lot easier get out of a fight by dropping something big and heavy on someone's head than it is to throw a knockout punch."
Foggy nodded, appreciating the logic of Matt's 'first rule'. "Powers first. Got it."
"Good," said Matt, sensing that his Guide was drinking in every word. "Now, if you're ever in a situation where you have to fight, let me show you how to throw a punch so you won't break your hand in the process..."