Insanely Hot
Summary: The Avengers notices that Daredevil is actually gorgeous after his mask was taken off. And now they couldn't help but be attracted to him, and they start asking him out on a date. Matt just wants them to leave him alone.
Five times Matt has to reject them, and one time he accepts a date.
Author's Note: It's morning and I couldn't sleep, so I had this idea in my head recently and decided to write it. I mean, I have been insanely drinking coffee. So here is another humour one-shot with Matt dealing with the Avengers. Charlie Cox is handsome!
Matt quickly knocked the man to the side, and dodged from the swing behind him. He swept his leg under, sending the man behind him down, and then proceeding to punch and block every men he's encountering while the Avengers dealt with the rest.
His knuckles were aching a bit now. This might have been considered as one of the longest he had fought and it was draining his energy, but at least it wasn't the hardest like he dealt with Fisk and Nobu.
His next opponent wasn't like the others. He could feel him gazing at him, probably calculating his movements and search for his weakness, but Matt decided to face him head on as he launched attacks on him. The man moved to the side, and sent a blow to his sides. But Matt blocked a punch, and then the man was down.
His chest was heaving as he stood, surrounded by men unconscious, as the Avengers dealt with the last ones.
"Well, look at that, another day and another HYDRA down." Stark said casually as Matt walked up to the group.
"Thanks for the help, Daredevil," Rogers said, and Matt could sense from the air currents that he just nodded.
Matt shrugged and then tuned out what they were saying as Stark babbled about something. It had been months since he had met them, and it became frequent that he teamed up with the Avengers. With HYDRA mostly hiding out in Hell's Kitchen, it would happen. He had been tracking down an associate to Fisk who had escaped and somehow was dragged into HYDRA business, and just when Matt couldn't keep up the fight, the Avengers had come.
He had been wary of them at first, because he had mixed feelings about them, but eventually he was comfortable enough to even hang out in the Avengers tower.
Then he sensed another men coming around the corner by the craters.
"They're coming," he called out. The Avengers tensed and went to position, looking at Matt's direction and they all went head-on once again.
"When do they ever stop?" Barton huffed as he sent another arrow to the man behind him.
Matt launched into the air and flipping forward, and brought down two men who were holding him behind. Their bones crunched from the landing, and then went to his next opponent and swung his fist to the jaw and stepped aside as another man crashed into his opponent.
Then suddenly, he could feel the air brushing his face and it took a second to realize his cowl was taken off. He hadn't sensed one of the men who was sneaking behind him and had somehow accidentally took it off in mid-fight when Natasha dealt with him.
The fight was over and Matt could sense the Avengers had frozen behind him. Matt's heartbeat was frantic with an alarm look on his face. He never told the Avengers his identity, and they had never asked, respecting his privacy. But now with his cowl off, all they could see was a ruffled brown hair as Matt's back was to them.
His chest was heaving once again but then he slowly slumped in resignation. It was no point. He couldn't hide it from them forever whether he liked it or not, and Stark had resources to find out about him, and he suspected the two spies have noticed something. So he slowly turned around and could hear the Avengers' heartbeats spike and their breaths caught in their throat (well, except Hulk who just grunted). They were stunned.
His fists clenched, waiting for them to say something.
"You're—"One of them began.
"Yes, I know," Matt snapped, feeling a bit defensive. "Yes, I'm blind but I can obviously handle this myself. And stop staring at me like that."
"Whoah man," Wilson held up his hands, shaking his head. "We're not being dicks about that."
"W-what?"
"Holy shit, why didn't you say you are a supermodel?" Stark blurted it out, and Matt was quickly taken aback.
"What?"
"Have you seen yourself? Wait, of course not, but you should see it, you are literally delicious as chocolate and you are like the next Leonardo Dicaprio in Titanic!"
Matt's face went blank, like he couldn't comprehend what Stark was saying.
"Dude, you are absolutely gorgeous! Seriously, you should have taken off that mask a long time ago. You don't happen to be a supermodel, are you?"
Natasha was slowly gazing his body up and down, and Matt's face turned to red.
"Oh," She sounded surprise.
"You didn't know?" Matt turned to her direction, incredulous. He had suspected that she knew his identity, because well, she was an assassin and the best spy. He would have bet that she could find out in less than an hour. "You're supposed to be the top spy and you couldn't tell that I was blind?"
"Well, we are blinded by your beauty." Barton said.
Then there was an awkward silence.
Barton cleared his throat, "Forget what I was saying."
"Seriously, are you a supermodel? You can even top Cap here," Stark said, "But of course I win the beauty award. No hard feelings, I still top Thor."
"Man of Iron, I—" Thor began.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, L'Oréal."
"Would you stop staring at me?" Matt snapped.
"Sorry, we really can't look away right now." Steve said.
Matt sighed, running his fingers through his hair and then stopped when he noticed the Avengers' breath hitched, and their pulse racing, and he could smell sweat.
He may have not seen his own reflection since he was a kid, but he had a vivid description of what he generally looked like. Brown hair, brown hazel-honey eyes. But he never truly considered himself handsome, well, he did get a lot of attention from both men and women and according to Foggy, he was really attractive and it had to do with the 'handsome wounded duck' thing. It's been a long while since people acted that way around him.
His head snapped upwards, hearing sirens coming their way. He quickly put on his cowl and began running away, disappearing into the shadows.
"…Would you look at that ass." Matt wasn't sure who of the Avengers said that, but his face turned a darker shade of red as he sprinted as fast as he can.
Author's Note: So who do you think are the five Avengers who tried and one who succeeded to get Matt accept a date? I would love to hear what you think. Hehehe. So was this chapter ok? I'm kind of nervous at my once again attempt in writing humor.
