bakerstreet | happily taken;

Peter honestly couldn't tell you how he gets into these situations. It's just...his life, his luck, and really, at this point, should he have expected anything less than ridiculous? It starts with Peter trying to cover something other than vigilantism, for once. Maybe if he sold more than Spiderman pictures, he'd be able to actually start a small savings account. Wouldn't that just be the dream?

So he's down at the courthouse, trying, in vain, to get a picture worth a damn to sell. There aren't many interesting cases on trial right now, so he's pretty much got jack shit by the time five o'clock hits. Another day, wasted. Maybe he should just stick to selling Spiderman. If only a paper other than the Bugle would buy them at a fair price.

Peter has always had a penchant for going places he's not supposed to be. He's about to leave, actually, when he sees a pack of people that look like they're definitely headed somewhere important. Of course he follows them - and it isn't until he slips in the back of the courtroom that he realizes he's definitely not supposed to be there. Looks like some type of lawyers-only gathering, for what, he has no idea, but he sticks out like a sore thumb and the camera around his neck isn't doing him any favors.

When someone confronts him - which doesn't take long - Peter panics. That's the only explanation for what he does next: he sees Matt and Foggy on the other side of the room, then a ring, flashing in the light as someone makes a hand gesture.

"I'm with Nelson & Murdock." Eyes are narrowing; press clearly aren't invited. " - Peter Murdock!" The words just slip out of his mouth and oh god, Matt is going to kill him. Peter knows he probably heard it, too, the second Peter opened his mouth. At least the guy questioning him looks moderately less suspicious, more surprised than anything else.

Matt definitely heard it, as evidenced by the way he cocks his head in that direction with a decidedly WTF kind of expression. Peter's heart is beating so fast that Matt's genuinely worried he might go into cardiac arrest, though, so he leans in and whispers "Play along, I'll explain later" in Foggy's ear. Then turns and eases his way through the crowd toward the back of the room.

As soon as he nears, the guy who stopped Peter sees his chance to verify the unlikely story. "Murdock! This guy says he's with you?"

Falling into an easy grin, Matt folds his hands over the top of his cane. "If 'this guy' is a young man with a camera hanging around his neck, then yes. He's with me." The grin grows deliberately more enthused and eases in the direction of his newly acquired...Matt's not sure, exactly. Although there aren't many options, since younger brother is impossible. "Peter, I'm glad you were able to make it!"

The eyebrow that peeks up over the top of his glasses suggests that there had better be a really good explanation coming soon.

Peter just shoots Matt a pleading look, wincing internally. Yeah he's so dead. Sooo dead. Foggy doesn't bother asking; he knows by now that Matt is going to do whatever the hell he wants, he'll figure it out later. Peter, meanwhile, is busy praising god when Matt makes his way towards them to save him.

"Yes, sorry I'm late, I couldn't uh, couldn't find you." Peter offers a toothy smile, sidling up next to Matt and pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Big courthouse. Lots of rooms. Um." He's just going to stop talking before he makes this any worse; Peter knows that face, and the one that's going to follow when he explains it was literally just a dumb mistake on his part.

The damage is already done, however, when the guy looks between them and says, "Well congratulations on getting hitched. Never took you for the settling down type, but there's somebody for everybody."

Well, that definitely answers one question, although Matt would still really like to know what in God's name made Peter decide to pull something like this. It's obvious he's still panicking, however, and Matt is very much a pushover. So for now he just slips his arm around Peter's waist and does what he asked Foggy to do.

"It's all right, I'm just glad I heard your voice. You came straight from work?" Because, you know, camera. Which is obviously not for taking illicit photos of secret courthouse gatherings.

He chuckles at the congratulations, shrugging one shoulder in what he hopes is a charmingly bashful way. "Rumors of the revolving door on my bedroom are greatly exaggerated. I like to keep my personal life private."

That should be a big enough hint against prying questions, but they're in a room full of lawyers. The only way privacy would be less likely is if they were detectives instead.

Panic, mostly, and social ineptitude. He's really got to work on that, because he keeps getting himself into situations like this and stumbling his way through. At least Matt didn't throw him to the wolves; Peter would rather not be arrested today. Can you be arrested for accidentally sneaking into a super secret clubhouse meeting?

"Yeah, gotta love prom season!" Peter laughed nervously, resting a hand on Matt's shoulder. They don't look too painfully awkward, do they? Jesus, what the hell even is Peter's life anymore?

"It was a small ceremony," Peter added, tilting his head at the guy. He seemed to buy it, at the very least, offering Matt a handshake.

"Well you know - " He moved in a little closer. "Not really advertising it to the singles, but we're having a barbeque this weekend, Sharla and I. The more the merrier, of course."

If this was happening to Foggy, Matt would be in stitches right now. But it isn't happening to Foggy, and Matt is working every trick he knows to keep the incredulity at the situation off his face. Two minutes ago he was just an ordinary law-abiding defense attorney/law-breaking costumed vigilante, as you do when you grow up without parents in New York. Now somehow he's happily married to a law-abiding photographer/law-breaking costumed vigilante almost fifteen years his junior.

It's like some kind of insane romcom plot. Matt's half expecting to be moving in together by the end of the week.

And...now there's a barbeque invitation. What the hell has his life just turned into?

"Uh...we really appreciate the invitation. I'm just not sure we'll be able to make it, right Peter? I've got so much work to do on this case we just took on, it's...prom season..."

Look, he's a lawyer, not a salesman. Half the reason no one knows he's Daredevil is because no one flat out asks him if he's Daredevil.

Foggy would have thrown Peter to the dogs, absolutely. Peter would rather get 'accidentally' thrown off a building later than have to run for the hills without his mask on, so, Matt's his poor victim. Funny how it always seemed to be the orphans that got into the business, wasn't it? Peter's not going to psychoanalyze that one any further than he needs to.

You better knock on wood when you put something like that into the universe. With Peter's luck? Jesus.

"Oh, yeah, I'm practically booked solid," Peter offered his best I-am-a-polite-human smile, one that would have made May proud, but the guy had apparently decided Matt was his friend, now, and insisted.

"Come on, it'll be a fun time! Did you even take a honeymoon, Murdock? You work way too much."

To be fair, he's got a pretty damn good cover. What's that scrape? Oh, I bumped into something. Practically foolproof.

Getting thrown off a building might be too quick a death for Peter. That's what the brief tightening of Matt's hand his on waist suggests, at least. He might want to start crafting his amazingly convincing excuse as soon as possible.

The minute Matt ends up telling meet-cute stories to Aunt May, he's demanding a divorce.

"Honeymoon? No, no. That's...you know, such a huge expense. We're saving up." God, why is talking himself further into this black pit of strangeness? Saving up? Matt has never prayed so hard for a sudden alien invasion in his life.

"Aw, c'mon! Westchester's like an hour away, you can't tell me you couldn't afford a little weekend getaway."

There's a moment during which Matt is struck dead silent. Then he turns his head so that his mouth is very close to Peter's ear. "You are going to owe me for the rest of your life."

Of course Matt would make it long and excruciating. To be honest, Peter is fully aware that he deserves everything that is inevitably coming to him, and he hides a brief flash of panic that makes itself evident in his heartbeat when Matt tightens his grip. Please, at least let him say goodbye to May? He doesn't have one besides his own unending supply of stupidity.

"We were thinking, uh - the Keys." It's the best he can come up with on the fly, okay? This launches the guy into a happy explanation of his own honeymoon, where he took his Sharla to Alaska and had an awesome time in some wherever-the-fuck cabin in the woods, covered in snow.

"You know what would be great? We were actually thinking about going up to Sharla's cousins' place; you two should come! I won't take no for an answer, newlyweds have to have some alone time."

Peter's fingers curl against Matt's collar and honestly, he's lucky he doesn't have an anuerysm. He's never been so dead in his life, and he spilled hydrochlorine all over May's favorite armchair once in eighth grade.

"Sure - uh, sure, maybe." Peter blurts out, because he's incapable of doing anything but making this worse for himself, and Matt's not saying anything and he's panicking. They can probably beg out later, right? Sure. "That would be, uh, nice - erm - "

happily taken;

For Matt Murdock | takesabeating

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