F E A R L E S S

“I know, but I plan on making it up to you.” Matt smiled and drew her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I’m thinking we could start with you sitting on my face.”

Blunt as ever, that was her Mattie. A soft laugh escaped from Amelia, brushing over his lips on a heated breath. “Sit on your face? Clothed or unclothed?” she teased.

“Hmm, I think unclothed would work better for what I have in mind.” Matt grinned, taking off his glasses and setting them on the table. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me take care of you, let me pleasure you.” He kissed her gently on the lips, drawing her into his lap and holding her close.

She turned her head, partially in habit from when she could see, partially to hear him better. “I thought you might like some tea.” It was Amelia’s turn to pout as she came over and curled up into Matt’s side. “You’ve been gone for ages.”

“I know, but I plan on making it up to you.” Matt smiled and drew her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I’m thinking we could start with you sitting on my face.”

Matt nodded, leaning in to kiss Adam gently. “I love you,” he whispered in a shaky voice. He listened carefully for a few moments. “She’s on her way up. I don’t think laying on me is a good idea.”

Matt snorted when Adam took food with him to the other end of the couch as Claire walked in and called his name. “Here.” He heard her close the door behind her and the defeated sigh at seeing his condition caused him to smile without meaning to. “I’m sure Adam already told you, but I opened the wound in my side.”

“Of all the things I said, that’s what you picked up on?” Matt shook his head and reached out to tug the smaller man closer. “Did Claire say how long she’d be?”

“I’m ignoring idiotic statements right now as they are irrelevant, and focusing on what interests me.” Adam willingly drew closer to his sweetheart and kissed his jaw. “I like being your boyfriend. And Claire will be a few more minutes.”

Matt nodded, leaning in to kiss Adam gently. “I love you,” he whispered in a shaky voice. He listened carefully for a few moments. “She’s on her way up. I don’t think laying on me is a good idea.”

Matt shook his head, burying his face in his hands. “I can’t do that to you,” he whispered. “Damn it, Adam, you’re supposed to be my… my boyfriend, you shouldn’t have to deal with this shit. I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt because of me.”

Adam rested his hand on Matt’s back. And he couldn’t help himself: he laughed a little. “Still getting used to the fact you called me your boyfriend?”

“Of all the things I said, that’s what you picked up on?” Matt shook his head and reached out to tug the smaller man closer. “Did Claire say how long she’d be?”

Matt nodded, still shaking from the blood loss and the pain. His eyes stayed closed as she spoke and he tried to ignore the fact that her voice sounded far away. “Y-yeah,” he whispered hoarsely, “internal organs… outside… is bad.” He felt himself slipping under and he fought to keep himself awake.

“Awake...” Matt barely registered either slap, and his eyes flickered open, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. “I do. I... I already... have an idea.” His eyes closed again and his head fell back. His breathing was still ragged as he lost the battle for consciousness.

“Foggy and I had a falling out.” Matt’s breathing was heavy as he was half carried to the couch. “I came home and… and I didn’t know he was there. I was bleeding bad, I must’ve passed out on the floor, and when I woke up he was there. He… he was so pissed at me for not telling him about the vigilante thing…” His cheeks were wet and he reached up to wipe his face, embarrassed that he was losing control in front of the pair of soldiers.

Matt nodded, still shaking from the blood loss and the pain. His eyes stayed closed as she spoke and he tried to ignore the fact that her voice sounded far away. “Y-yeah,” he whispered hoarsely, “internal organs... outside... is bad.” He felt himself slipping under and he fought to keep himself awake.

“The thing is, I’m putting all of you in danger by relying on you.” He shivered and turned his head toward Adam when the food was put in his lap. He took a bite and sighed heavily, stomach twisting in knots from worry. “If I only rely on myself I’ll only get myself killed. I won’t be dragging the rest of you down with me.”

“Rubbish.” Adam flapped his hand dismissively with a snort. “If you only rely on yourself, you’ll almost certainly get yourself killed. Do you really think my job at S.H.I.E.L.D. is 100% safe? It isn’t. It can’t have escaped your notice I’ve had armed escorts over half the time when I’m not here. You asking for my help would be a drop in the ocean.”

Matt shook his head, burying his face in his hands. “I can’t do that to you,” he whispered. “Damn it, Adam, you’re supposed to be my... my boyfriend, you shouldn’t have to deal with this shit. I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt because of me.”

Matt let out a groan of pain as he was hauled to his feet. He was shivering violently and blood dripped steadily from his wounds. His head turned toward the sound of Jayce’s voice and his knees gave out. He let go of James as he fell, eyes falling shut as he pressed a hand to his side. “I… I fucked up…”

“Foggy and I had a falling out.” Matt’s breathing was heavy as he was half carried to the couch. “I came home and... and I didn’t know he was there. I was bleeding bad, I must’ve passed out on the floor, and when I woke up he was there. He... he was so pissed at me for not telling him about the vigilante thing...” His cheeks were wet and he reached up to wipe his face, embarrassed that he was losing control in front of the pair of soldiers.