Summary: Clint meets a crazy red-clad vigilante on a stakeout and the two's attraction to trouble leads them to continued run-ins. Still, its nice that someone recognized him and still treats him normal.

Blind Revelations

Chapter One: You didn't know!?

Hawkeye had been on a stakeout in a building on the outskirts of Hell's Kitchen gathering some intel on a suspicious location. Maybe it was evil scientists. Maybe it was drugs. He was still in the early parts of his initial investigation. Watching three thugs discussing the latest Knicks game waiting for them to get to business and slip something he could use. Black Widow was positioned in a nearby building. She was keeping an eye out for anyone coming in or going out. They knew there was going to be some kind of transfer but they weren't even sure what it was or if it was even happening tonight. Their data just said "soon."

He huffed, shifting slightly, he'd kill for a bag of chips right now. Small talk was boring. It was as two of the men started arguing over whether or not some player was trash or not that the lights went out. Body's started falling and he could see the shadow of a figure flipping around throwing out windmill kicks like they were a 50% off sale on charcoal in the height of grilling season. By the time he'd reached up to pull down and initiate his night vision goggles he found himself being yanked roughly out of his hideaway in the vent. His green-tinted vision getting filled with gritted teeth and stubble.

His only saving grace had been the fact that the rogue man had tossed him like yesterdays garbage into the far wall giving Clint enough time to find his feet and throw up a guard. The precious seconds he gained dodging the heavy sounding fist gave Natasha time to inquire whether or not he needed assistance. (This was a blessing, though he wouldn't realize it until much, much, later) He did blame the mild distraction for his taking a solid hit to the shoulder and he noted that he couldn't take many of those from this fighter.

Just because it sounded like he was getting his ass handed to him didn't mean he was though. He said as much to Black Widow as he dodged another hit and pulled out a knife. Blades were not his strong suit but he could hold up against more than your average Jo.

"Shit." Clint hissed as his knife was kicked from his hand before he could even really use it. He despondently watched it skitter across the concrete as he absently dodged another blow aimed for his nose. Clearly, this miscreant was above average. Miscreant was a good word for this guy Clint thought. Someone who raids unsuspecting criminal bases with unrelenting fists of fury. Though what the devil of Hell's Kitchen wanted here was anyone's guess. He might have asked if he wasn't so busy trying to stay out of the path of vigilantly styled justice. It wasn't often Hawkeye struggled in a fight (as long as his opponent was human (not Natasha) and not super powered- and even then he could hold his own).

He wished there was enough space to use his bow, hell, he wished this guy would give him enough breathing room to at least grab his Glock. "You're a spy. There's a difference between reconnaissance and incursion." Natasha's voice was blunt and staticky over the line but he heard the mocking tone in her word choice.

Suddenly, the man backed off breathing roughly. "You're not mob."

Taking the beat for all it was worth Clint pulled his gun on the fighter before him. The man was dressed in a full body suit. Something thin but the blow's exchanged proved it was at least as tough as the armor Clint was wearing. A mask covered the top part of the stranger's face. Clint didn't need to see the silly little horns or the fact that the suit was red to know who he was up against. He'd already figured it out. That the devil of Hell's Kitchen stood before him. "What was your first clue, Evil Knievel?" He gasped out through heaving breaths, using his awesome humor and wit, trying to catch his breath.

The man relaxed his stance slightly but still looked ready to move. His fist lowering to his sides but staying tightly clinched. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"What, do you not recognize me?" It was a self-deprecating jab meant to throw the other off. He didn't expect the man to know him.

"Can't say that I do." The man answered gruffly his mouth twitching slightly. Face twitches could be tells for lies. Clint knew that. He was taught how to read people- even if he was nowhere near Natasha's level. He couldn't even see the top part of this guy's face or his eyes though and that was like seventy percent of the info missing. Still…

A small trill of excitement ran through him as something occurred to him. If this guy was lying then that meant that he really did recognize him and he was being coy. That made him snort. "Sure you don't." He said pulling in his pleasure as he holstered his gun. The fact that he knew him and was being flippant about it made the archer instantly give him one little mark of approval in his mind.

The man's frown deepened. Which honestly Clint hadn't thought was possible. Daredevil worked his jaw a moment before responding. "Fine, we'll skip formalities. Go, crawl back in the vent's where you came from and let me do my job."

Clint was honestly offended. This guy clearly knew who he was (maybe) and he still didn't want his help. "I'm here to get information- so we can figure out what's going on -

"Already got all the info I need- not waiting for some government entity to tell me I can move. Go wait for Uncle Sam to give you the okay, and stay out of my way."

"I don't work for the government- at least not directly- because- I mean after- look it's complicated!" Clint followed after grabbing for Daredevil's arm. The limb was jerked from his reach in a quick moment and suddenly a hand was shoving against his chest. "Shut up- or leave."

Clint held up his hands in a sign of surrender, and the man held him for a moment the blank eyes of his mask glaring down at him. Seeming to take Clint's mild surrender for what it was, Daredevil spun around and moved to the door at the end of the hall. Hawkeye watched the man as he took in a deep breath and cocked his head slightly. His hands flexing in and out of tight fist.

There was an awkward stretch of silence and the archer watched as a particularly large particle of dust spun through the air. "So…" He said as his distraction settled into the floor eyes returning to the man pretending to be a statue. "I thought you said you were going?"

Instead of answering, like a normal human, the man before him lifted his foot and kicked the door in; hard. It flew open and instead of banging against the wall Clint heard the door collide with something decidedly not structural with a pained grunt. Before he could even question it the man was through the door. His departure was followed by the sound of fighting and popping guns.

Rushing in after the crazy bastard expecting to see a downed vigilante he came to a scene of Daredevil twisting and wrenching a gun from a man's hand with a snap of the guy's wrist. Slipping into the side as he dodged bullets and elbowed the now screaming criminal in the face. One movement flowing into the next Daredevil tossed the weapon he'd taken at the face of the last standing offender in the room. Kicked the first man in the gut so hard it left the guy gagging and flipped over to the other man who was now clutching his face where his own night vision goggles were now clearly cracked. Blood seeped down his face as he stumbled trying to aim with shaking limbs. The devil showed no mercy as he brought his foot down on the man's head. Knocking him out cold. Then the suited marauder hopped back to the other man punched him in the head with three heavy hits leaving him limp. Only to kick one of the men he'd downed before Clint even entered in the side stopping their attempt to stand.

In less than a minute, it seemed, the man before him had pulled off some near Natasha level shit and knocked out five men in a matter of seconds. There was a moan from behind the door. Clint looked around it to see a sixth man laying against the wall. "Let's go." Daredevil grunted.

Blinking the spy trotted after the other. "So you're fine with me coming along then?"

"Can't stop you, can I?"

Hawkeye grinned. "Nope!" He felt giddy for some reason. As they entered an area that was more warehouse-like. His new bust'um'up companion slowed. The large room held three large shipping crates and Hawkeye hesitated. This felt like a trap.

Daredevil shoved him aside as bullet's started flying pushing the both of them behind the closest crate. He moved to peek around their shelter only to duck back from the rain of leaded death. Daredevil moved to the other side as Clint tried to think. "I'm hearing a lot of gunfire." Natasha's voice came through.

"We're fine." Clint gritted his teeth reaching for his bow. "I'll try and pin them down- you think you can-" Clint frowned when he turned to see Daredevil was gone. The sound of bullets began to taper off. "Where-?"

There was a scream and a thud and Clint peaked around the metal wall to see a man sprawled on the ground clearly having fallen from the beams where he could see the apparent ninja that was Daredevil standing. There were two body's nocked out on their own beams.

Clint walked out into the open with caution. Daredevil dropped down in front of him and spoke. "We need to open these crates. Now." Hawkeye didn't see any reason to argue.

After the two of them managed to break the first lock and the door swung open Clint bit back a swear and swallowed. Shaking he touched his com. Forgetting that it had been set to just open communication and stammered. "'Tosh, call an ambulance."

"Ask for a couple." The man beside him was grim. "Then get out of my city." With that, he moved on to open the next crate. Clint was too distracted to comment.

Hawkeye was frustrated as they last ambulance pulled away and Daredevil was nowhere to be seen. He'd wanted to thank him properly. The state some of those girls were in, he wasn't sure they would have lasted till he'd intercepted the trade-off as they had originally planned. Twenty-three girls where found and Seventeen of them were dehydrated and malnourished.

"Where's your new friend?" Natasha asked as she walked up to him.

"He's not my friend." Clint responded too quickly. Natasha just raised her brow at him and he shrugged. "Don't know. Gone I guess."

"Should we look into him?"

Clint knew what she was asking. She wanted to know if he was a threat. To know if they needed to know him better. Both were hesitant to let anyone by without knowing as much about them as possible. Yet, since the who SHIELD was HYDRA thing Clint tried to rain in his paranoia and curiosity. It wasn't his business to know everything about everyone. Not anymore. And ever sense the whole fall out of his previous employers it just felt wrong. Especially with potential ally's. It was their thing to find out everyone's weaknesses and strengths and how to use those things against them. He was trying to be better than that.

Daredevil was a vigilante who was doing good and he seemed to be strong but his strength was not unnatural. He shook his head. "Maybe if he gets into our business… but I think this was more us stepping on his toes. He was here to help those girls. Let's just leave him be."

Natasha hummed clearly not sure. "He could be an asset." She pressed.

"He could." Clint shrugged. Knowing that if they pursued that hard enough the others would get involved and he didn't want to force anything on the guy. Because if he were in Daredevil's shoes suddenly having a super team trying to sniff you out would be annoying. Maybe, on a level, it was mutual respect for a guy who knew who he was but didn't make a big deal out of it. Clint was used to being overlooked but on the rare occasion when he was recognized he was either talked down to or idolized.

Daredevil just treated him like any other irritating guy. It wasn't surprising, Clint knew he could be obnoxious. "Look, let's just not look into him for now." Natasha's face only shifted just a fraction and Clint could tell she was disappointed. "Okay. How about we just don't actively look. Fair is fair if we coerce something out of him if we run into him… but no creepy stalky spy stuff."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll save that for later."

Clint watched her walk away slightly pleased that she was respecting his wish. Then he frowned. "Hey, who even says there will be a later? New York is big- the world is big!"

"You attract trouble." She said as if that were an answer. Her green eyes sparkling with amusement as she disappeared into a taxi car.

"Not going to happen!" He said before his shoulders fell and he let out a long breath. It was going to be a long walk home.

Turns out Natasha was only half right. It was probably true that Clint attracted trouble. It was hard to argue considering some of the shit he just seemed to stumble into. The other part of the equation seemed to be the fact that Daredevil, it appeared, attracted (possibly more) trouble himself. The second time he ran into the shady hero he was surrounded by four men bleeding profusely as he held them off from a crying child.

His movements were restrained because when he tried to beat down on the men one of them would slip past his guard and go for the girl. He'd get hit readjusting to block any attempts to do so. Unfortunately, Clint had just been on a food run and so only had a knife on him. The extra hand was all the devil seemed to need though. Clint cringed as Daredevil let loose on the men till they fell unconscious.

"Thanks." The man said before scooping the girl up in his arms and jumping up the fire escape. The girl looked down at Clint as they left her eye's glowing. Clint decided to ignore it. If he could see it so could the devil of Hell's Kitchen. There must have been a reason he was not only saving the child but taking her with him.

Pausing before they disappeared over the roof Daredevil grunted. "Now get yourself and your trouble out of my city."

"What makes it your city?" But they were gone.

Clint wasn't much for listening to others. Still, all he'd been doing was going on a walk when he stumbled into a bit of trouble. While Daredevil flew into his mess running from his own. Clint was dealing with some petty bank robber's. Caught off guard again. He swore he needed to start caring his bow everywhere. It was in the moment that one of the thugs got in a lucky swipe, nicking his side, that the devil of Hell's Kitchen came running around the corner with about two dozen pissed off bikers on his tail. Sans bikes.

It was a bit humorous seeing biker's running. An activity they clearly rarely did. That was until he found the red-clad hero falling in step with him and suddenly his three opponents became maybe twenty. He didn't really know if that was accurate he wasn't going to count them all. "What the hell!?" He spat.

"Sorry." And Daredevil actually sounded sincere. Clint felt his irritation wane.

"What did you do?"

A wicked grin graced Daredevil's lips despite the fact that there were boisterous voices going into graphic detail as to what they were planning to do with his head. "Might have knocked about four stories worth of scaffolding onto their bikes."

Clint side-eyed the man. Somehow despite the odd's they were at a momentary standoff. Clint was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. "Why?" He hissed worried the tension was about to break. He was starting to wonder if the cops were out to dinner or something.

Shifting Daredevil tilted his head slightly. "Seemed like a good idea at the time."

Clint didn't know what to say to that. He didn't have the time to come up with anything either because the biggest biker decided he was tired of waiting for blood and swung a chain out starting the street brawl of the year.

By the time the police were pulling up the biker's who could still flee were gone and the robbers were down. He was pretty sure they were battered more by the bikers than he or his… comrade. Turning to see how the heavy hitting crime fighter was holding up only to find him gone shouldn't have left Clint feeling so abandoned.

Now he had to deal with the police himself. Great.

There was a lull in their meetups and Clint was starting to think he wouldn't see the man again.

It was the completion of some kind of shitty circle that the next time they met was when he was on another stakeout. Though he was the eye's this time sitting on an adjacent roof. Their target was a suspected HYDRA hideout.

Somehow his position had been compromised and they were taking pot shots at him. He growled frustrated at the situation. He drew his bow and took in a quick succession of breaths preparing to make a shot. Chances were he wouldn't be able to get an arrow out without taking a shot of his own, with any luck, the damage to himself would be minimal.

Hopping to his feet he took his shot quickly catching sight of a red form moving across the roof. A punch to his targets face changed it from a kill shot to a shoulder wound. A bullet grazed Hawkeye's cheek but Clint didn't duck back down as the number of shooter's aiming for him dropped by half as they started gunning for the demon on their roof.

Clint took the reprieve to start shooting back- but every time he went for a kill shot Daredevil would smack his target out of the way. Hawkeye may have never had much schooling but he was smart enough to take a hint. As the vigilante took a hit in the shoulder maneuvering between knocking guys out and punching them out of the path of deadly arrows Clint shifted to just taking disabling shots. "Stubborn- I didn't know you had a bleeding heart. The way you beat people to an inch of their lives." He frowned as it seemed the devil of Hell's Kitchen seemed to be laughing as he brutally punched a guys face in.

"Who are you talking to?" Steve's voice came over the com link.

Clint sighed. "No one."

"He's just complaining about his friend in red. I'm guessing he showed up on the roof, am I right?" Natasha said, the sound of body's dropping in the background of her audio.

"Friend's don't tell friend's to get the hell out of their city every other time they meet."

"Whatever you say, hotshot."

"How's our situation?" Steve asked. "I've cleared the lower level's. I think I found the, uh, main computer- mainframe- thing."

"Men keep coming up to the roof- but if I had to guess we're almost done up here." Clint said releasing three arrows that took out the knees of the men that had tried to corner Daredevil. The crime fighter paused a moment and Hawkeye could see him grin in his direction.

If he had normal eyes he's sure he would have never seen it. "I'm headed your way, Steve. Keep your eye's open Hawkeye."

"You got it."

Within twenty minutes the building was clear and they had a few new leads on what HYDRA was up to and where they were hiding. "I don't kill people." Daredevil said suddenly seemingly out of nowhere as they gathered outside the building. Letting the authorities take the living terrorist away.

"What?"

"You called me a bleeding heart. I don't kill people- and I try to keep them from getting killed if I can." Daredevil crossed his arms. "You guys do things your way, I get it- but you can't have a chance at redemption when you're six feet under."

"What does the devil care about redemption?" Natasha said lightly crossing her arms and glaring the man down, seeming to dare him to lecture her. She had killed several of the men inside.

"Don't know." Daredevil shrugged. "But I care." Then he turned in Clint's direction looking a bit to the side of him as if not meeting his eyes, frowning. "When were you going to tell me you were Hawkeye? The worlds greatest marksmen and a member of The Avengers?"

Clint blinked then let out a weak laugh. "Wait…" He studied Daredevil's frown. "You didn't know?!" The archer was incredulous.

"Uh. No." The devil said with a deepening frown. "I just thought you were some annoying, unlucky, son of a bitch of a spy with military training."

Captain America let out a snort that he tried to play off as a cough. Natasha's lip's quirked slightly. "Well, you aren't wrong." She said.

"He's just as bad!" Clint waved to the other man in desperation looking to his team for support.

"Sure he is." Steve said with a laugh as he and Natasha headed toward the car that would take them back to the Avenger's tower.

"Your lucks just as bad!" Clint turned to Daredevil. "Tell them!"

The man's lip twitched. So that's what it was before. The devil hadn't been lying when he said he didn't know who he was. He'd been laughing at him. "Go home, Hawkeye." He cuffed him on the arm. "And stay out of my city." Daredevil smirked before he raced up a nearby fire escape and disappeared.

"Typical." Clint couldn't even be mad.

Authors Notes:

(Acsadently Posted an old edit of this first... and realized the newer one had vanished. Blarg. Fixed now.)

I may have been binging Daredevil on Netflix I've gotten halfway through season two (It's a struggle right now Matt's being an idiot and I dislike Elektra. Also, I have been reading fan-fiction when I can't access tv or can't handle it anymore… and I fell in love with the story's where Matt and Clint become friends… so here I am… throwing my hat into the dumpster-buddy's pile. I just didn't know it would involve so many fight scenes… In a superhero/vigilantly story… what was I thinking?

Let me know what you guys think… I tried to keep it fun… Maybe if I can come up with an idea I'll throw in some Spider-man or even Deadpool- at the very least I need to get all the Avengers in this… Let me know if you guys have any ideas or interactions you'd like to see with these two…

(For those of you waiting for my other story's please be patient. I'm working a lot saving up and trying to move at the moment… someone threw a rock through my car window and I can't focus… This story is a short story. Which… I thought I couldn't do but, apparently, it's all the time I have to write for right now… so for now… look forward to shorts… I'll try to work on the long story's when I can.)

There are only three chapters planned for this. Next chapter title is "Stop hacking us!"