Foggy's attitude towards Matt's night time activities took a rather drastic turn for the annoying, once he forgave Matt for lying to him. He treated the whole thing with piqued interest, sometimes even forgetting that not everyone in the office actually knew about his little secret.

The two of them were sitting at opposite sides of a table, gathering all the important bits of information they needed to win their newest case. Karen was sitting at her desk, studying a newspaper intently. Foggy didn't mind her.

'So…' he began, throwing his feet up on the edge of the table. 'How did your night go?'

Matt regarded Foggy's indiscreet approach to the subject with a faint look of disapproval.

'Uneventful,' he replied. In reality, the opposite was true: the night was quite interesting. Still, he wasn't about to get into detail with Foggy right then and there. Maybe not at all.

He did think on the Avenger's offer. It was intriguing, to say the least, and an alliance like that would no doubt benefit him in the long run (''In the long run'' was an optimistic way to think about it, but also the healthy way). Hawkeye would probably try to make contact soon enough, and he was ready to tackle him with even more questions about his offer.

'You're no fun,' Foggy decided, waving a pen in Matt's direction; something he now knew his friend could sense. Karen chuckled from behind her desk, a sound Matt was glad to hear each day. He knew there was still something wrong with her, that something happened along the way that she still wasn't ready to talk about. And that it was amongst the kind of things he knew better than to pry on. For now, he tried to do all he could to make her happy, to make her forget whatever it was that tore her world apart.


Steve Rogers, whose life took several turns to the weird and never really managed to get out of it, knew better than not to believe Hawkeye's story about the vigilante of Hell's Kitchen. The story about how one man in a red suit with horns managed to take down seven men single-handedly, to be precise. Hell's Kitchen. Guy with horns wearing red. Daredevil. Just another Tuesday for Captain America.

'And you think he can be trusted?' He asked the archer, skeptically.

'There were no casualties in the entire ordeal,' Clint said, waving his hands to emphasize the importance of that fact. 'I don't think they get more trustworthy than that.'

Steve nodded, more to himself than to Clint, as he considered the possibilities.

'I'd like to meet this guy,' he decided finally.


Matt's head wasn't completely into the game that night, but thankfully, nothing that required more than just mindlessly beating up thugs happened so far. This way he was able to ponder on his friends. More specifically, Karen.

Him and Foggy had managed to get a few more laughs out of her before they called it a day. Foggy had ''important buisness'' to attend to and had left with a hurry, leaving Matt and Karen to themselves. Karen had convinced Matt to stay out with her a little longer, which hadn't required a lot of effort or time, as he gladly did anything to make her feel better. She still hadn't opened up about what happened to her world, but they were making progress. Matt didn't really bring it up, as to not scare her away. It was when they separated that her behavior really had him worried.

'I had a lovely time,' Karen's voice rang like bells as she spoke, back at the door of her apartment. 'Thank you, Matt. I needed this.'

Matt couldn't help but grin whenever she sounded so happy. He said something about how he too had a good time. Then, all too suddenly, there was a shift in Karen's posture as she realised that it was over, that she'd have to go back into her apartment, alone, and face reality again. She opened her mouth to say goodbye, but the words didn't come, as if saying goodbye would be the thing that truly ended this illusion of happiness she had going. Matt found her shoulder with one hand, and trailed it to the crook of her neck.

'Karen,' worry creased his brow and laced his words as he spoke, softly and warily. 'Are you going to be alright?'

Karen was silent for a while. She might have even given a small nod.

'Yes,' she replied, so softly, her voice so tiny it almost got lost in the noises of the world around them. Matt gave her shoulder a final squeeze before they parted ways, and he heard her sigh loudly as he left.

He had just stopped a mugging and was perching on one of Hell's Kitchen's rooftops when he heard him again.

Hawkeye.

This time, he had a friend with him. He straightened up and turned the way they were coming from. They were still far away, but they were definetly heading straight towards him. He had to admit, Hawkeye deserved his nickname if he was able to spot him from so far away.


He was waiting for them, almost like last time, when Hawkeye thought he was the one tracking the Daredevil, and not the other way around.

'You've brought a friend,' the man assessed. 'Should I be intimidated?'

'Oh him?' Hawkeye pretended to notice the man standing beside him for the first time. 'This is Captain America, also known as-'

'Steve Rogers,' the Captain interrupted, holding a hand out towards Daredevil. The other man raised his hand slowly, almost uncertainly, but his grip was firm as they shook hands.

'Excuse me if I'm not all too eager to reveal my true identity to you,' he said to the Capain, sounding more sincere than sarcastic.

'That's ok,' Steve said. 'I just wanted to talk…' Daredevil's head turned sharply, as if he was listening intently to something. This went on for a few seconds before he turned around completely.

'That will have to wait,' he said.

'What is it?' Steve asked.

'There's a man I need to track,' was Daredevil's only reply before he jumped from the roof.

Steve signaled Hawkeye to hang back as Daredevil came to a halt a few rooftops before them. After a few long minutes, a bunch of men exited the building below him and drove off in their cars. Steve and Clint caught up with him just as he was about to leave.

'What was all that about?' Steve demanded.

'Human traffickers,' Daredevil explained. 'I thought I'd… seen the last of them when Wilson Fisk's men took down the Russians. I was wrong. I've been meaning to catch this guy in the act for a while. It appears now is my chance to do just that.'

'Whoa there, man... Did you say human trafficking?' Clint asked, clearly disturbed. Daredevil gave him a curt nod. Then it was settled. Clint was not about to allow to let people be sold like cattle to the highest bidder. 'Then count us in,' he said, determined.

'Are you sure you want to do this?' Daredevil asked. 'I thought you Avengers had bigger fish to fry. What was it last time? Flying robots?'

'Do you want our help or not?' Clint asked, slightly annoyed at the assumption that he's deem human traffickers too small a target to care.

'I can't say I don't,' Daredevil replied, turning around. 'It won't hurt to have someone watch my back for a change.'


The thugs gathered at a closed-off part of the docks, secluded and surrounded by shipping containers upon shipping containers, expertly hidden from prying eyes.

'How did you know they'd be here?' Hawkeye asked.

'I heard them talk about it.'

'Heard them?' Steve asked with disbelief. 'They were inside a building. You couldn't even have known in which apartment exactly.'

'They are here, aren't they?' Daredevil deadpanned. 'The supplier should be arriving any second now… In three… two...'

A black van turned the corner just as he would have said ''one'', and made it's way into the docks.

'Twelve people are guarding the area,' Daredevil said. 'There are three women in the van and one young man. The ship to pick them up is set to arrive in less than half an hour.'

'What's the plan?' Hawkeye asked, deciding to shelf the important question of how the hell did he know all that for after they were done with the bad guys.

'The Captain and I move closer to flank them. When we're in position, I'll signal you to start shooting. And no killshots.'

They didn't waste more time. Hawkeye stayed put on his vantage point, while Steve and Daredevil sneaked closer to the area. When the two took their positions close to some of the guards, Daredevil nodded in Hawkeye's direction.

The first arrow struck simultaneously with the first punch and the first kick. The Captain and Daredevil took advantage of their surroundings, dispatching their targets in silarly athletic ways, often climbing on top of containers to strike them from above. Hawkeye covered them, while also making sure that the innocent civilians they planned to sell came to no harm. It came down to two against three, Clint having sniped the fourth one down just a split second after they surrounded Steve and Daredevil. The ensuing fistfight wouldn't last long, but Clint was no longer in a position from which he could hit them. He climbed to get a better angle.

Meanwhile, down between the shipping containers, the three remaining bodyguards put up quite the fight, but they were no match to Captain America and Daredevil, even with Steven having left his shield back at the base, not wanting to stir too much attention with his iconic instrument.

The three men have recieved a few blows, but were regrouping around the two heroes, going at them from three directions. When they were close enough, Steve ducked, letting Daredevil roll over him, surprising the two men coming at them from that direction with a swift kick. Steve lashed out from his semi-crouch, hitting the thir man square in the bottom of the jaw and knocking him out cold. Now that their enemies were reduced to two, it didn't take long to take them down. The two moved in unison, almost mirroring eachother's move as they leapt into the air, spinning vertically to kick their opponents to the ground.

Steve ran over to the van containing the civilians as soon as the bodies hit the floor, and untied their hands and feet.

'Stay here,' he said told them after having calmed them down. 'The police will be here shortly to get you home safely.'


'I think this is about time to address the question I'm willing to bet both of us are dying to ask,' Hawkeye said, once they were on the rooftops of Hell's Kitchen again. Daredevil stopped in his track and turned to face them. Hawkeye didn't bother to actually ask the question.

'You want to know how I knew all those things,' Daredevil more stated than asked. Steve and Clint both nodded. Daredevil pointed in their general direction. 'You just nodded.'

Clint frowned.

'So?'

'I knew what I told you because I could hear them all, smell them all from blocks away,' Daredevil explained.

'Bullshit,' Hawkeye called, stepping closer to Daredevil and jabbing a finger at him. 'Nobody can hear that good.'

'I can.'

It was Steve's turn to speak, and he was much more level-headed than his friend.

'How?' He asked.

'Before I tell you, I need to know if I can trust you not to tell it to anyone, not even to your higher ups. The last thing I need is some shady agency tracking my every move all the time,' Daredevil said. 'And know that if you're lying, I'll know.'

'Your secret is yours only to tell,' Steve assured him. Daredevil smiled.

'Thank you,' he said, satisfied with Steve's earnest reply. There was a reason he was Captain America, after all. 'Tell me where I can find you tomorrow, during the day, and I'll explain it all.'


Yet another chapter down! I still can't promise that this is going anywhere, but I'll keep writing, if only to amuse myself. You can expect more of the Avengers in the next chapter, which is hopefully coming soon!