Foggy had just got out of the shower and into his pyjamas when Peter walked in. He let out a sigh of relief. Needless to say they’d been texting back and forth as they could in all this madness to check on each other but seeing him, despite him being covered in confetti, made a tightness in Foggy’s chest relax. “Hey,” he said quietly, walking over and placing a chaste kiss on Peter’s lips. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Go get a shower,” he patted the other’s chest, as Astro tried to butt between them, wanting some fusses of his own “I’ll make dinner. I think it’s a binge watch bad TV night.” Try and forget about the chaos of the world and have it be just the three of them, even if it was only for a few hours.

Where: Bank

When: Post-event

Who: @lilstrlrd

The bank was teeming with activity. Of course it was, apparently a group had tried to rob it. Thor had gotten to the scene late, mostly because he hadn’t known about it until it was halfway over. But, he’d managed to get there just in time for the inhibitors to kick on and leave him powerless. 

As annoying as it was, it wasn’t the first time. His father had done, essentially, the same thing to him before he cast him out. Unfortunately, Thor had a feeling that fixing the problem wasn’t going to be as easy as it was the first time (not that sacrificing himself and dying had been easy, but it had been simple). 

At the moment he was pushing through the crowd milling around the outside of the bank when he heard a familiar voice. “Quill?” Changing directions he used his bulk to make room, and after a moment he managed to get to an empty space in front of the back of an ambulance, Peter Quill himself sitting on the bumper with someone trying to shine a light in his eyes. 

Foggy had woke up kinda groggy (as to be expected from a minor surgery to check him over for damage and sow up the bullet wound) but he wasn’t in pain, which was nice, praise God for morphine. He was a little confused though and had managed to call a nurse who was explaining to him what had happened in the time it took to get him to the hospital and fixed up.

He was thanking her for this when he heard heavy footsteps running down the ward and a shouted ‘Where is he!?!!?’ that he recognised. Foggy sent the nurse a slightly embarassed smile and quickly said, “Could you send my very worried and very loud boyfriend in here before someone gets hurt or something gets broken?”

Foggy hadn’t been back an hour but he was worried. His clothes had been filthy and a little ripped by he’d come to now harm in the riots, unlike many others... He’d fed Astro and had a quick shower before changing into soft pyjamas and putting the TV on, the news coverage had mentioned some people had shot and stabbed and that only worried him more.

“Why are we at this horrible sweat place?” Foggy whined. When Peter said he had plans for them that morning he’d hoped it would be a nice walk in the city part or an early lunch at a semi-acceptable restaurant... But no. Instead here he was in his sweatpants and t-shirt (his preferred slob-about clothes) at a gym he didn’t even know existed two blocks down the road. \

“I was kinda expecting something different... Do you need to pick something up?” Hell, fun as it was to picture Peter working out (and he’d done that more than once) this place was just... so not welcoming to Foggies... He didn’t feel comfortable. Probably like how Matt felt in any building where emotions weren’t bottled up.

@lilstrlrd

The bombing had been... Just awful. Foggy hadn’t know what to but the city was injured and it just seemed so damned difficult now. He wanted to get away; not forever, he’d never leave Matt. But just for a day or two and he had the perfect plan. He’d promised Peter he’d take him to see him hometown and the guy could probably really use that, it might help him come to terms with being on Earth again... For however long he’d be here.

So when he heard the door close and catch a glimpse of Peter coming inside he smiled and dumped two duffle bags on the kitchen table, “Don’t get comfy Buddy, we’re going on a trip.” he announced, “I’ve already packed, booked us flights and a rental car in the airport for when we get where we’re going to!” He said happily. Sure they may be a little bittersweet for Peter, but he at least wanted them both to be happy going. “And I bet you’ll never guess out destination!” he sing-songed.

@lilstrlrd

Foggy would deny until his dying day that he was any sort of drama queen or mother hen... Okay maybe he wouldn’t but he liked looking after people. It made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside to know he was helping someone and making things a little easier for them. It was why he loved working with Matt; they helped each other on cases. Foggy got to feel happy knowing he was helping Matt with cases and he felt secure knowing the other had his back. Or he had until the whole ‘I’m secretly a blind ninja’ thing came to light. 

So now that he had Peter staying with him he wanted to help the guy as much as he could for the both of them as was trying not to feel selfish about being a good host... it was a weird mix of emotions that he was trying to shake from his head as he flipped the crispy bacon in the pan with fried eggs, he checked on the pancakes, nice and fluffy, some mushrooms the beans it the microwave and the toast should pop in three, two... ‘pop.’