Author's Note: Set a couple of months after Daredevil Season 2. Not that I don't love Scott Lang/Ant-Man, but it didn't seem a fair fight 7 against 6. And yeah, this is an AU to CA:CW, so spoilers. I don't know if I want to write another chapter about the battle scene, but for now, this is a one-shot. Keep a look out for another AU one-shot in which Matt was recruited to Tony's side rather. P.S - I hope u enjoy this.
Matt was walking back to his hotel room, prepared to go back to New York. He only came on behalf of New York, as a spokesperson, particularly towards his views on superheroes and the collateral damage they caused. Till he heard two distinct heartbeats in his room, his shoulders tensed, pausing outside his room.
It wasn't a staff member that was cleaning his room, and one of them definitely had set of arrows and a bow. Definitely a heartbeat he would remember.
He wondered what was Clint Barton doing here? Barton knew Daredevil, but he doesn't know Matt Murdock. Matt had made sure to keep his separate life as much as possible with no connection. The only connection so far of Matt Murdock was as a representative on behalf of New York, associate to the Joint Counter Terrorism Center and an assistant D.A. The question was – Were they a threat towards him?
Only one way to find out. Taking a small risk, he opened the door and pretended to be any blind person who didn't notice someone was in the room.
Barton was leaning against the counter next to the fridge just by the hallway while the other one, a woman, was sitting at the end of his bed. Matt just walked past by them.
"So Murdock," Barton called casually as Matt pretended to be startled in surprise.
"Who's there?" He called, facing in Barton's direction.
"You know, I didn't think you'd come, but surprise."
His jaw tensed. "Do I know you?"
"Clint Barton, of course you know that."
"I don't. If you hadn't noticed, I'm blind," Matt gestured his face and the cane he was holding.
"Well, I've seen crazier stuff in my life." Barton shrugged, and then threw something in his direction. Matt was very careful not to react on reflex. Something crashed onto the floor besides him. A glass. "Oh come on, man."
"Look, I'm calling the cops if you don't—" Matt was about to reach his phone but he stopped. Like he can't. There was some kind of force surrounding his wrist.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a woman said. Oh. This must be Wanda.
"Look, I don't know what you are doing here but I—"
"Daredevil," Barton said. Matt raised his eyebrow.
"He's dead, last I recalled if you have seen the news. He died months ago."
"That's what the media said, but you only stopped. I gotta say Stark's AI was not effective. And you really do look like Charlie Cox."
Matt sighed, dropping the pretence. "What do you want from me?"
"Cap needs help, and you happen to be in the area."
"I don't do those stuff anymore, Barton." Matt said, shrugging the force that was holding his wrist. "I only came here as a representative about The Sokovia Accords?"
"You're with Stark?" Clint sounded surprise.
Matt paused for a moment, before he admittedly said, "The law is not perfect. While I do believe you need to be held accountable of your actions and observed, but I don't entirely trust the government at holding this kind of power."
"The law is not perfect, nobody is," Wanda spoke up. "And sometimes we have to take the law to our hands. It's time to face this with reality."
His jaw clenched.
"You've done a lot of damage. Innocents died by your hands."
"Is that why you stopped wearing the suit?" Barton asked.
Matt only looked at his direction, his fists clenching.
"You used to work outside the law. You helped people, saved them even."
"By beating them and putting them into coma?" He said, angrily. There was a hint of self-hatred in his tone, and Barton had definitely noticed it. "Maybe it's time to trust the law."
"You don't believe that. Look, I retired because my family needs me, but Cap calls and really needs help. Do you truly believe this crap of law? People are after the wrong man, horns. A man who was not responsible for those stuff. A man who had been held by HYDRA for years."
I know. Matt had heard when all the systems failed. He had heard the man talking to James Barnes back, obviously there was something going on, and Barnes wasn't responsible for the bombs, but he didn't do anything about it. What could Matt Murdock do? He wasn't Daredevil, not anymore.
"Would you have agreed with Stark if you were still wearing the suit?"
No. He wouldn't. He didn't trust his life in the hands of the government. He wore that mask for a reason. He would NOT give away his identity to them.
And then there's Captain Rogers. The least annoying of the Avengers, who Matt enjoyed having small talks.
And there was Tony Stark, who he had at least tolerate his company. But now, Stark seemed much more mature and agreed with the system and the government.
"So get off your ass," Barton said, now against the door. "
"So what now?" Matt sighed, knowing that he would regret this. "Who are we going against?"
"Stark, Natasha, and that War Machine," Barton said. Matt winced. He didn't really think he could go against them. He was very small compare to those superheroes.
"I don't have the suit."
"We actually got you a something. And a new billy club with special features."
Of course.
Matt followed Clint Barton behind with Wanda on the tow.
"So what do you do exactly?" Wanda asked.
Well, at least she wasn't asking about his blindness.
…
"Look who we brought."
Matt heard Clint say before he opened the door.
Matt stepped out of the van, using his cane and straightened his tie. They were in some kind of parking lot, he took note. And then he sensed Rogers', Barton's, Wanda's, Barnes' heartbeats and one unfamiliar heartbeat.
"I know you," Barnes said with recognition. Matt could sense he was frowning.
"Yeah, we met last year, took a bunk in my apartment," Matt nodded.
"Who's this?" the unfamiliar man said, confused. The three men were probably wondering why Barton would bring a blind man.
"This is Daredevil," Barton grinned, sounding almost proud.
"Daredevil?" Rogers sounded surprised while the two other men were startled. "I thought you died when you didn't answer our calls."
"Retired actually," Matt shrugged, a little self-conscious. He had made sure the Avengers weren't aware of his identity, and kept it that way. And had managed to avoid it when they all mistakenly thought him as an English actor. He held out his hand and shook Roger's hand. "Matt Murdock, assistant of the D.A."
Matt could sense some of them raised their eyebrows in surprise, probably from the thought of a former vigilante working with the law.
"I actually didn't plan to come back. Anyway, how did you know it was me?" He turned to Barton's direction.
"You looked like Charlie, and you were associated to Daredevil when you took down Fisk." Clint shrugged. "Luckily, you were in the area. Supporting Stark."
"I didn't say I was supporting him," Matt snapped. "I only came on behalf of New York City as a spokesperson."
"Well it's good to see you again, but are you sure about this?" Steve asked.
"I wouldn't be here Cap if I wasn't," Matt said, giving him the familiar Daredevil smirk that Steve recognized. "Besides, I owe you a favour for helping getting rid of those assholes in Hell's Kitchen."
"But you'll become a wanted man."
"I'm still wearing a mask and I was wanted long before this.
"We'll be working outside the law."
"I've been working outside the law, Cap." Matt shrugged, and then he nodded in Barnes' direction, "Your friend is not responsible in Vienna. Somebody is obviously behind this, the one who interrogated you back in the base? He said something to you, some kind of trigger word that made you go…mad?"
Barnes slowly nodded, his jaw clenched, but then pause when he realized he was talking to a blind person while Steve frowned deeper.
"Just one question – what's December 16 1991?"
Matt noticed Barnes and Roger's hearts spiked. Interesting.
"You know what, I don't need to know." He shook his head as both of the men relaxed.
"How did you-" the man started to ask.
"When I was blind, my other senses compensate. I can hear, smell, and feel much more than any average human. It's how I could hear the interrogation from floors down below when the systems went off."
"That's creepy, man."
Then they heard some sirens and cars approaching. Matt cocked his head, "They are evacuating the airport. I assume that's our exit point?"
"Alright, suit up." Rogers nodded.
