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Sometimes Foggy gets tired of discovery. Not always, because sometimes there's that moment they all live for where they find the exact piece of evidence for their case and oh snap did the prosecutor even know that was in there? But sometimes because, okay, yes, they asked for receipts and invoices but grocery lists and doodles are neither of those things and did they just clean out their desk and send it all over???
Aliens. He could have done without discovering those were real, especially when they descended on the city out of a hole in the sky and destroyed a quarter of it.
He's also less of a fan of walking into his best friend/partner's apartment and discovering he's the vigilante asshole that everyone's either in love with or wants to tar and feather and ride out of town on a rail. If that's even something people do these days.
That was at least improved by the fact that Captain America himself had come in from the roof and explained everything to Foggy, and then Foggy also got to be mad at Matt for not telling him that he was literally working with the Avengers on top of that other thing.
Not that he can entirely blame Matt for not telling him. Foggy had been pretty firmly on the tar-and-feathering side of things, and woo does he still feel like an asshole for that.
Discovering his very Catholic best friend/partner maybe wasn't as turned off by the fact that Foggy had brought some guys back to the dorm as he had originally thought by the way they'd had some very delightful victory sex after taking Fisk down? That was okay. More than a little, actually. And black out curtains and a shared rent are a lot cheaper than the separate rent Foggy had been paying on his own shitty apartment. So he was good with that.
This newest thing, though, he's still working on. They'd discovered the coffee shop months ago and quickly made it their usual. It was small but somehow never actually that crowded despite the fact that every other coffee shop in a two block radius was usually packed at the time they stopped by. It had decent coffee and some really good pastries and Mark-the-barista possibly only survived on coffee and pastries because he was always there, but quirky coffee shops were a thing that Foggy was entirely on board with.
And then the quirky coffee shop turned out to be a magic house and Mark-the-barista turned out to be Stephen-Strange-the-Sorcerer-Supreme and Foggy himself had the ability to do magic - and then there was an asshole with a gun and Spider-Man and a kid who punched a dragon and Foggy thought Luke was kind of intimidating right up until he met Jessica and, well.
His professors at Columbia had told them all the various kinds of things they might find in discovery. He just doesn't think any of them were quite counting on the ways the world would be changing.