"That's it!" She kept delaying it. They always made plans and discussed things. Kate had even brought it up at a board meeting, interrupting everyone as they seemed ready to go home by pointing out that they needed to make a big donation to some of the organizations Matt had listed by her request. Kate was done postponing things. "Bishop Security is going to organize a charity event and I'm talking to the American Foundation for the Blind, the National Association for the Deaf and-- And the other organizations. I want them to invite people. To recommend a place. To make it accessible for everyone."
Maybe even Clint could come and speak at it. He would hate it at first, but Kate is sure he'd understand it would be for a good cause. "Next month. I need a deadline to get my shit together." And she sounded dead-firm about this.
As Matt opened up more about what Foggy was like, Kate simply listened. She did the dishes, passing them over as she chuckled softly, tuoched by the relationship Matt and his best friend shared once. "Oh, no, I get the nurse idea loud and clear, you pair of pervs!" And yet, the way she shoved him with her hips spoke for itself. It was all jokes and games.
It broke her heart a little though, knowing what a rough spot Foggy had been in. Because Kate could see herself in those shoes sometimes. Matt was an unstopabble force. He didn't listen, he would put it all at risk if that meant saving one person. Anyone but himself. Kate, at least, had the ability of following him, of trying to keep up. It would have driven her insane if all she could do was wait for him patiently at home while watching the news and begging for confirmation that Matt did not kill himself out there.
"I'd say we should get the Korean spicy ones, but I think we need to calm our tits with that. So, Tonkotsu insant noodles should do the trick."
It was strange. So domestic. So perfect.
They had slept together and Kate had been looking after him. She had cooked for Matt and now they planned to go out for a walk together.
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Maybe even Clint could come and speak at it. He would hate it at first, but Kate is sure he'd understand it would be for a good cause. "Next month. I need a deadline to get my shit together." And she sounded dead-firm about this.
As Matt opened up more about what Foggy was like, Kate simply listened. She did the dishes, passing them over as she chuckled softly, tuoched by the relationship Matt and his best friend shared once. "Oh, no, I get the nurse idea loud and clear, you pair of pervs!" And yet, the way she shoved him with her hips spoke for itself. It was all jokes and games.
It broke her heart a little though, knowing what a rough spot Foggy had been in. Because Kate could see herself in those shoes sometimes. Matt was an unstopabble force. He didn't listen, he would put it all at risk if that meant saving one person. Anyone but himself. Kate, at least, had the ability of following him, of trying to keep up. It would have driven her insane if all she could do was wait for him patiently at home while watching the news and begging for confirmation that Matt did not kill himself out there.
"I'd say we should get the Korean spicy ones, but I think we need to calm our tits with that. So, Tonkotsu insant noodles should do the trick."
It was strange. So domestic. So perfect.
They had slept together and Kate had been looking after him. She had cooked for Matt and now they planned to go out for a walk together.
It should feel wrong.