Steve nudges the door open, shield up in front of him as he steps carefully into the apartment. He's already scanning the room for movement - and it only takes him a moment to spot Matt at the bottom of the stairs. "Daredevil's down," he murmurs, just loud enough that the comm will pick it up, will confirm what JARVIS feared when he pulled Steve away from his painting.

Carefully, he makes his way down the stairs, still sweeping the room - and he stops at the sound of another voice.

"Holy shit," Foggy says, cane drooping a little where he had been so ready to swing it.

"Is there anyone else here?" Steve asks him, and Foggy shakes his head.

"I don't think so. I didn't actually go in there, though." He nods toward the bedroom, eyes still huge, and Steve nods, stepping around Matt for the moment to clear the bedroom and bathroom - and then he's back, movements more brisk as he returns the shield to its clamps on his back.

"Bruce, come on in," he calls up the stairs as he pulls off a glove and crouches by Matt, reaching to check his pulse.