‘Very exciting.’, Silence fills the air for a moment before Stark says, ‘You know, you’re really a smartass. Do they think vigilantism is a viable solution to our crime problem? And sits there. It coats the floor and clouds Matt’s senses as a second twang breaks the night air. Building plans? ‘Are we going to debrief or just argue my personal life?’, Stark sighs. And with that, before anyone can move, Matt turns and throws himself out the window, already reaching out to grab the fire escape under it. ‘You don’t listen to me,’ he repeats in a near whisper. Cap is, so they’ll all be looking at him. Emotional. ‘Mr Matt ‘I’m blind and can’t let them know it’ Murdock,’ Matt cuts in and Foggy hisses in realisation. How did we not know this?’. It takes all of a minute for him to open it and duck inside, down the stairs carefully into an empty room. ‘Oh man oops,’ Foggy says as Matt untangles himself from his friend and helps him up. ‘At two in the morning?’ Right, Foggy’s always been able to see through Matt’s bullshit. If there’s a new gang in town, Matt wants to know now. ‘And working on a team that kills is the same thing.’ Hundreds of legal arguments jump to the tip of his tongue but he holds them in, aware he doesn’t have the time for it. It’s not a bad plan actually. And dude, we can help.’, ‘I have helped!’ an outraged Stark says. ‘No one has bothered to talk to me for longer than a minute.’ Not that Matt would let them talk to him for longer than a minute anyway, but they don’t have to know that. Well he’d be more sympathetic if she hadn’t left him behind. I wouldn't have managed this monster without you guys. ‘Password is currently three three eight four five but you can change that. She’s trying to manipulate him. Just having it pinned to her shirt should be enough to get her handcuffed to a hospital bed and put on suicide watch. ‘Okay, the doubt? ‘You’re heavier than you look.’ Matt pats at Foggy’s face in reply, relieved to feel the cloth of his old mask there. Fucked up. The Black Widow also seems to have adjusted to the darkness well, if the ever growing number of men groaning on the ground is anything to judge by. ‘We’re trying to help buddy,’ Stark says, his voice a thunderclap in the silent room. And through the chorus of pained cries and creaking, snapping bones, a calm, soft voice to go with the firm, steady hands at his throat. They end up in a tangle of limbs on Foggy’s floor but hey, Matt’s through the window and inside so he’ll give Foggy the victory he’ll probably want here. You’d be dead without it.’, ‘I know.’ Matt turns his head, so Banner will think he’s looking away. Hell’s Kitchen is a small part of New York, it won’t take them long to track down the blind man that matches Daredevil’s description. ‘Are you willing to do this all day? Matt sniffs and realises it’s some kind of tablet… a StarkLet? The archer?’ The connection sparks in Matt’s mind, though he’s not sure how Clint could be linked to the elf from the book or the movie - he sounds nothing like the actor who played him and surely there’s more to a connection than uses bow, must be like that archer in that book. But Matt’s not going to take it. ‘You don’t say Buddy,’ Foggy says. Normally the ‘only just’ would be enough for Matt to decide to pass it on, to leave a note or the paper itself for the police or Avengers so that others can take this fight. This has all the trappings of a bad situation to walk into alone. Finally Steve gets the hint. Matt tilts his head, hearing no lie in Steve’s voice nor sensing no lie in his body. It’s nearly too easy for Matt to avoid the Avengers for the next week. Matt gives into his weakness and falls. ‘Okay. EDIT The AMAZING Badfinch has made a Podfic for this fic, available here! That can go now. But… why is he drawing in Matt’s city? None of you can manage to treat me like a person, now you’ve come to the conclusion I’m not like you. He’s halfway across the room before Banner seems to find his voice. Okay then. He’s… he’s not wrong about the missing everything of importance part but it still grates at Matt that it’s being assumed he’s far less competent than he is. tip: katekyou "alternate universe" sort:>words. WARNING: This deals pretty heavily with various issues of ableism. Once he’s on a deserted roof, alone but for a couple of rats and a sleeping cat, he carefully pulls off his gloves and takes out the piece of paper. Matt continues pacing up and down Foggy’s living room, running his hands through his hair. Matt knows enough about the man to know that if it’s a tablet, it’ll be one from his company at least. I've done everything in my power to keep them in character and this is, in my opinion, their in-character reactions. He can hear the groan and creak of old ships in his ribs but only one or two are grinding. Just look. ‘Sure. Falcon grabs Hawkeye and takes off too. Wait here.’ Before Matt can protest, she’s down the stairs and slinking into the back of the cashiers area, taking out the man pacing there before he even manages a breath. It’s part of what makes him such a great lawyer - and what had caused their fight to be as huge as it was. ‘Okay. ‘Okay. Matt gets to the third floor with minimal problems (two broken jaws and minor scratch on Matt counts as minimal problems, right?) WebThree times Foggy defended Matt. "Well, I've seen crazier stuff in my life." Right now there’s nothing you can do for me I can’t do myself and I don’t trust you to help me beyond that.’, ‘Okay,’ Steve says and there’s no fight in his voice. Unless this archer is exceptionally confident they - he maybe? ‘Maybe I just want to spend time with my best friend?’. She should spot him in three, two, on-, ‘Got you,’ she says, her voice echoing in his ear a moment later. He continues trying to sit up and hears Banner’s sigh. Matt struggles to his feet and holds his head as high as it can go. The Black Widow appears at his side a moment later, as he climbs onto a neighbouring roof and begins to work his way through the shadows to get across the street. Because I refuse to let you kill this man in my city.’ Matt flinches internally at the slight slur to his words but the trafficker had managed a few good punches to his jaw before he subdued him enough to consider an interrogation. by Marvelfan5837 Marvel Cinematic Universe, Daredevil (TV) General Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply F/M … You’re F.I.N.E.’ Foggy leads Matt to the couch; a familiar motion from their early days of living together in the second year of law school. It’s f- okay. ‘Now I know this might not look like much but it’s better than like, everything on the market right now and it’ll help with your little problem. And another. With a sigh, he turns back around, holding a hand out. It’s kinda comforting where it is. Mr Matt ‘I graduated summa cum laude’ Murdock? ‘You went in blind,’ she says as she moves onto the arm of the couch. ‘Well we’ve got the Black Widow, Iron Man and a friend of mine, Sam Wilson.’, ‘Sam wants everyone to call him Falcon,’ Hawkeye says, a laugh in his voice. ‘I don’t believe you,’ Matt says, easily picking out the lie in Hawkeye’s heartbeat. ‘Issue, thing, circumstance, whatever you want to call it. ‘Okay, I get it. Not in it for once, go him. Matt can ignore it and the throbbing in his gut, to fall back onto his heels. He’s being ridiculous and vaguely sexist, she has information and this is the means to get it out of her. He just says it like it is, like he sees it, and it’s up to you to refute him. He’ll get mad; he’ll get upset. Okay, he’ll have to dodge Avenger patrols of Hell’s Kitchen for a while longer but that’s never been a problem. I fucked up, come save me. Only the familiar voice stops him lashing out at the hands as their owner checks his pulse. But we’re not judging. Not happy with us.’. The gunpowder is to be expected; this must be their armory but there’s an awful lot of plastic and is th-. Echoes and echoes, showing Matt he’s got a lot of work to do. It is, after all, the safest place he knows. ‘You wanna be a hero, you don’t get to have a personal life.’ He sounds weary and defeated but Matt has to bite his tongue to stop himself screaming at him. ‘Daredevil, there is a chair there-?’. His eyes must be beginning to adjust because he manages to land a hit to Matt’s stomach. Leave the mask on until you get to the street and you should be okay.’. ‘You don’t know your own number,’ he teases. Silence drops over the room, smothering and heavy. Even if Matt wasn’t a lawyer whose entire livelihood is words, he’d know he’s only lying to himself. There’s a thumping feeling in his head and he’s sure his hearing isn’t as keen as usual - and maybe ringing slightly. ‘Would it have made much difference?’ Matt says in a monotone. ‘Who does in these days?’ Clint snaps back, but with a hint of laughter in his voice. Matt focuses on the mantra running through his mind. Bet you got it from the ground.’, ‘You gotta know what’s important,’ the older cop agrees and Matt scrambles to remember his name. Brutal, but effective as a means of keeping her alive. Something smelled like … ‘How is he walking?’ Falcon finally says, breaking the silence. ‘I’m fine. ‘Sam and Tony are on air support, scouting out their arrival and making sure no one leaves. You,’ he points at Stark, ‘treat me like I’m something broken that needs fixing. I… I really don’t need it.’ But there’s a waver in his voice, some of the frozen fury and hurt he’s feeling creeping into his voice. Or at least, the only one awake in the room. In fact, all the Hydra men are stumbling around, causing chaos in the darkness and Matt can smell and feel the outside air as a few quick thinking hostages take advantage of the situation to stumble into the street outside. Something is going to give.’, Foggy continues as if Matt didn’t speak. Chapter One: You didn't know!? He touches his ear and turns around, so he’s not facing Matt. Above him he can hear the twang of Hawkeye’s bow and the sounds of the Black Widow fighting her way through the few ‘leaders’ of this group. ‘Oh. ‘You’ve not lost the right to call me Mike,’ he finally says. Sounds are bouncing off the glass along the hallway, the weird echoes this causes making his already swaying world a confusing mess of noise. ‘Your aids are working. With no reason to continue lying around, he tries to rise. Confused and a little bit pleased, Matt eventually makes his way to Clint’s roof. A few times the 'R' word is used. ‘You lost a lot of blood, have at least two broken ribs and probably a concussion though I’d need to take your mask off to t-,’ Matt flinches at the thought, ‘-ell and I know how you’d feel about that,’ he finishes. He wants to help people, but he’s aware of his limits. It’s just words. It’s only later, when Matt’s thoughts are organised enough to think, that he realises one of the Avengers must have let their ideas on his illiteracy slip to some worker in the tower. He pauses as he feels a slip of paper, folded in her pocket. ‘I don’t,’ Matt says, any previous playfulness or friendliness out of his voice. Dressed in what Banner informs him are Clint’s oldest and darkest clothes, Matt grabs the bag with his suit and stumbles his way towards the elevator. They might have the wrong idea but that’s no excuse. ‘Basically. There’s at least a hundred kilos of TNT here and a ticking noise.’, ‘Got a timer?’ Stark cuts in. ‘He was half dead when he got here, how’s he walking?’. ‘Put it in there; that’s easier.’ Matt pauses then adds, ‘Only use one letter and you’d probably be best off not using C. I’ve already got a contact under that name.’, ‘’H’ it is then.’ Matt can hear the beeps of the buttons as Clint adds the number to his phone. You can keep it or get rid of it afterwards; we don’t care. Steve puts his fingers in his mouth and whistles, a piercing noise that shuts everyone up and has Matt’s hands flinching towards his ears. ‘Nothing that can be improved as of now.’, Every head in the room turns to look at him as she steadies her spine. On my way.’. He runs his fingers over it, not surprised to realise that whatever is on it is printed. ‘And you won’t cause chaos for your teammates by hitting the wrong switch,’ the Black Widow adds dryly, but Matt can still detect a hint of anger in her voice. ‘I’m aware.’ He heard it drop earlier but had ignored it, aware that while it might have information on it he has no way of accessing it that’s faster than beating the answers out of the trafficker. A second later and Matt can feel the heat of the flashlight in his hands as he shines it into Matt’s ear. Web"Matt, Mattie" he finally spotted a pile of lawyer in one of the snow drifts surrounded by black ice. Sitting at the table would be a clear sign he considers himself a part of their team, when he really really doesn’t. Stumbling into his apartment, he can’t stop a stray thought. I… I think they have cameras. Unless I call, stay out of my city.’. I think I’d rather the sticks and stones . Tony, you let us know if more come later.’. Clint doesn’t follow him, for which he is grateful. Why would I ask for help knowing I’d be left behind at the first sign of danger because of your beliefs? And I thought you could come with me, to be the loud and obvious ground attack.’. She pushes Matt back into his seat and takes a position on the couch beside him. It’s okay,’ Matt lies. Even when Matt was knee deep in lies to him, Foggy could tell what Matt was thinking. Finally they reach the stairs to descend to the lobby. Clint appears on the ninth night, the first one Matt’s not had to play hide and seek with an Avenger since Stark’s gift. Like neat handwriting has anything to do with intelligence. Blood drips down his nose, falling to the floor with a relentless drip. I think your theory might be right…’. ‘Well, SHIELD’s not exactly paying them a wage now,’ Matt says with a crooked smile. Only fair to give you some warning.’, Clint shifts in his seat then sighs. Of course, since Matt’s not injured (okay, maybe his ears are a little sensitive from the alarm earlier but he’s been pushing past the pain for ages now so it doesn’t count), Foggy ends up being more of a hinderance than a help. He nods and slips his hand between the mask and his ear. Grimacing at the thought, Matt gathers himself. ‘Daredevil? Turning back to Steve causes the walls to spin with him, his head as heavy but yet light as it is when he’s been drinking. ‘What does that have to do with anything?’, Hawkeye carefully picks it up and passes it to Matt. Instead he’s been speaking with the steady but forceful voice he was trained to use in court, aware that a calm voice cuts far deeper than screamed words. ‘Man… I mean, I get being fine as you are, that’s cool but sometimes you gotta take one for the team. ...Okay, somewhat aware of his limits.