#apocketfullofmuses

Matt and Felicity didn't even have to discuss whether or not they'd go to Fisk's Black & White ball— the invitation had been nothing but a way to taunt them after kidnapping Felicity and Sophie. Matt wouldn't let his wife anywhere near him again. But then something changed— one bad day had finally been enough for some pieces to connect in a very interesting way, and it ended with Matt in the waiting room to see Poindexter, calling Felicity to let her know they actually needed to go.

He promised he'd explain it later, and he hated to put her in that position, but he didn't have much of a choice— the invite had been for her, not him. He'd need to be her plus one, and for that, he had to put her in danger again.

He had every intention of being there on time, but the wait to talk to Poindexter had been long, and so had the ride home to change. By the time he finally made it to the ball, he was a full hour and a half later, and couldn't be more relieved when he found her.

"Hey. Sorry, I'm late," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he reached her. He could hear Fisk talking to someone in the next room. He had some time. "And sorry I pulled you into this, but something's off. I went to talk to Poindexter, and I don't think him killing Foggy was random. I think Fisk had something to do with it. This was the only way I could get to him." He said it all in one breath, barely paying attention to anything else until he actually stopped to check on her. He could taste salt in the air— she'd been crying, and he could feel her shivering.

"Are you kidding me? I told you I would take care of it, didn't I?" she shouted, corning her husband. She understood that Bucky wanted to help her but damn it all, he was injured. Why didn't he just listen to her? She hated yelling at him. It was not her favorite thing to do. Though she had been so frustrated with him after he came home injured. A part of her often blamed herself because she was the reason it happened to begin with. She just wished that he would let her do things herself. So he could heal and she wouldn't have to worry too much about it.

"I love you. You know that, but damn it, if I tell you, I'll do it. Let me do it. It doesn't make any sense for you to do something when injured!" She then noticed his shirt getting soaked with blood. "And you reopened your wound!"

@apocketfullofmuses said: ❝ Does this mean we can come out of hiding? ❞ (( from Claire ))

"Probably not for a few more days." With Kirsten's help, they'd finally filed the motion that would hopefully expose the Fisks activities in Red Hook. It had been a multiple-month long process, between finding the updated documents, which Fisk had been going through great lengths to bury, as well as making sure the documents went to the right people.

Still, it had only been the first step. Fisk had a lot of influence, in and out of the city, so Matt would rather wait a few days and make sure things go according to plan. He learned a long time ago to not underestimate Fisk's plans and back-up plans.

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“I think you’re forgetting how a bullet wound works?”

Karen crossed her arms with the equivalent attitude of Matt’s hands-on-hips stance. She knew she couldn’t convince him to lay low and recuperate after being shot; it was why she called Frank to keep an eye on him. Matt’s determination to help those in need regardless of his well-being was admirable, it’s something she’s proud of, but it’s put him at death’s door a few too many times. Especially now.

" mm... honey, the baby... the baby's crying. wake up, baby, go help the baby... "  (( Felicity for Oliver ))

Oliver let out a breath, and he rolled to the side. “Okay,” he managed to get out, before he almost rolled off the bed. He ran a hand over his head. They had agreed on that he should take the nightshift with Mia tonight, Felicity needed to sleep. Oliver did like the time he got to spend with their daughter. Oliver leaned over and pressed a kiss against Felicity’s head, “I’ll take her, and if she needs to eat I’ll bring her with me.”

He almost dragged his feet after him as he made his way to the nursery, and he picked Mia up from her bed, with a tired smile on his lips. And he knew exactly why she had been crying. He made his way over to the changing table, and changed her diaper. Ha sat down in the rocking chair and leaned back letting Mia rest against his chest.

[ text ] I miss seeing your face 

A smile played over Oliver’s lips when he saw the text from Felicity, he shook his head. Before he texted her back.

[text] i’m in the kitchen making you that sandwich you wanted.  [text] you are more than welcome to join me

He still couldn’t believe the kind of cravings that Felicity had, but he wasn’t one to question her. He had done it once and, yeah, he learned to never do that again.