Summary: The Avengers think Daredevil is hacking their communication devices because of his and Clint's side conversations after missions. Daredevil might make it worse by messing with them. Tony loses sleep trying to find the hack and block it. Needless to say, he's losing his mind looking for something that doesn't exist. Clint wants to be a good teammate but he's bonding!

Authors Notes: I don't know anything about tech or programming. This chapter is a wee bit longer than I expected and not as funny as the last… but I hope you enjoy it none the less.

Chapter Two: Stop hacking us!

It was as Clint felt his heart trying to beat out of his chest, in a sudden fall into an alley watching the spray of bullets digging into the wall of the building behind where he'd been standing, that he truly started to think of Daredevil as more than a weird colleague.

Seeing the red figure falling after him with a twist had made him realize his fall wasn't simply a hard choice between dead and hurt but a calculated move. Then he landed with a squelch and Daredevil fell in just as he realized how not broken he was. As Daredevil tossed bags over their heads he bit back a laugh.

It kind of seemed appropriate that it was in this moment. After being tossed off a roof into a dumpster that the Avenger really felt the two's friendship was really starting to solidify. Not just because it was how double D had saved him from death.

Though that was sweet of him. No, it was because after Daredevil claimed they were in the clear he hadn't told him to get out of his city. Usually, when that happened it was because Daredevil didn't have time to. Instead, he helped pull Hawkeye out of the bin and brushed a bit of lettuce off his own shoulder. Then limping, the two went their separate ways to recuperate for the counter-attack they would eventually make.

Clint believed more and more as time passed without the demand to "stay out" that he was right in the idea that he'd wormed his way into the devil of Hell's Kitchen's heart. Truly, they were bonding and it wasn't a sign at all that the masked vigilante had just given up on Clint ever listening.

The increased appearances that Daredevil made when the Avengers were near his city may have been a sign of their growing trust as well. The masked vigilantly had never treated Clint any different than he did when he hadn't know who he was. He even stuck around after the fights to talk to Clint sometimes. Though, it was starting to become clear to the others, and reluctantly to Hawkeye as well, that something wasn't adding up.

They'd just finished killing off a small invasion of mutant monster rat's that had crawled up out of the sewer. Something that Daredevil had mostly left to the Avengers while he helped evacuate the civilians. Now that things had calmed down he joined them on the corner. Clint was folding up his bow and Captain America was shaking rodent guts off his shield. Daredevil made a face because of it while moving over to Clint and the two started talking. Partway through Ironman flew over to let them know cleanup had begun.

"Good." Daredevil said. "I should go. My other life is calling."

"Alright." Clint said. "See you around."

Daredevil nodded starting to walk into a nearby alley before he paused. "Oh, you remember that dumpster we fell into? It's actually where a really good Thai place shares their dumpster with a Tex-Mex fast-food chain. Something weird happens when their garbage mixes and it smells awful. Still, their red curry is phenomenal. If you're looking for a place to eat I'd recommend it." He said and then jumped up on to the fire escape and parkoured away.

Tony's mask lifted from his face so Clint could see his frown. "Was that because of the conversation we were having about what to eat after the fight?" He asked.

Clint waved his hands, not able to keep his eyes from widening. "No. No, it must be a coincidence."

"You sure?" Steve asked looking at the fire escape suspiciously. Clint was sure the look was for their masked acquaintance and not a random set of stairs, but he kind of wished it was the stairs being suspicious. Other than keeping the groups well earned, but toxic, paranoia off his friend, it would be at the very least a strangely interesting story. "The time Captain America demolished the dubious steps."

Tony was defiantly following the trail of paranoia as he crossed his arms and glared at Clint. "Just like how last time he told you that he thought purple was as good a color as any after the fight where we were giving you a hard time about your gaudy hearing aids."

"Erm…" He fidgeted under Ironman's growing ire.

"He did say they looked good on you." Steve said seeming to try to put a bit more credit to Clint's side a bit of tentative relief relaxing his shoulders.

Tony waved the patriot's words aside. "He was kidding, you'd have to be blind to believe that."

Clint tried to keep how much that offended him out of his voice. "Maybe, he's just really good at gathering intel?" Clint shrugged as he feigned nonchalance. "Or guessing things."

"Or maybe he's hacking our coms? Don't tell me the time that he was clearly laughing at a joke he shouldn't have been able to hear he was just guessing things!" Tony snapped. "He wears a helmet! Getting speakers in them would be easy! Especially if he's some kind of computer genius!"

"He never goes near the computers when they're involved in a mission." Clint said waving him off.

"So we won't suspect him!" Tony said pointing an "aha!" finger at him.

"Then why be so obvious about it?" Clint tried to laugh it off. Daredevil was at the very least his brother in arms in the "always in the wrong place at the right time squad." (Totally a thing.) He wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Steve looked deep in thought when Clint glanced at him. "Steve?"

"Maybe… to stab us in the back?" Steve said sounding troubled again.

Hawkeye shook his head roughly. "Daredevil's hard to read… but how does this lead to that?" Steve looked ruffled.

Tony placed a contemplative hand to his chin. "Well, he's clearly hacking the system somehow."

"Into your systems?" Clint laughed and crossed his arms in opposition. His next statement lacking the teasing he'd normally put in the following words. "I thought you were too vain to believe anyone could hack the systems of The Tony Stark. Even if it is just the com's system. You're a tech genius so it'd be hard to do even if it's nothing like hacking into the main-"

"Shit! You don't think he might have hacked more than our coms?"

"What? No-

Tony wasn't listening as he looked up and shouted. "F.R.I.D.A.Y.!" Clint stepped back from the sudden recoil of a full repulser take off happening just a few feet from him. Squinting he watched as the human rocket shot off doing a tight spin before shooting straight for the Avenger tower. "He's overreacting!" He threw up his hands before he looked over to Rogers who just gave him a quirked brow in response. "He's overreacting." Clint repeated, sure.

Clint wasn't sure of anything anymore.

After the mission with the rat's Tony had done a full system sweep and personally checked every algorithm in the com system. He declared their tech clean and happily returned to the filled paranoia-free. That was until the next mission involving Daredevil in which the red-clad crime fighter had intercepted Natasha and joined her in bringing down a group of ninja's. Natasha relayed the man's responses without having to fill him in. It seemed that after that incident Daredevil stopped pretending he couldn't hear what was being said over the communications line.

Tony after going over the codes multiple times and finding nothing, decided, in a fit of madness, to prove once and for all that something was up. He had insisted that they talk as if Daredevil could hear them. To prove a point. Clint had rolled his eyes at the billionaire's antics but now… "Daredevil." Tony said and the archer watched with a wildly beating heart as the man he was starting to trust stopped and put a hand to his ear. "We're splitting the floors you take the top three. Give Hawkeye a signal on the roof when you're clear."

Daredevil sent a sharp grin over his shoulder clearly looking back at Hawkeye who was squatting in the vacant office of a skyscraper nearby and gave a thumbs up. Swallowing thickly Clint let out a shaky breath. "He got the message."

"Damn it!" Tony's voice came over the com's. "I ran a full system's check and beefed up the firewall! I even rewrote some of the script!"

The engineer started rambling tech Clint didn't understand and then Natasha spoke. "Worry about it later Ironman, we've got work to do."

After the raid, Clint pulled Daredevil aside. "What was that?"

The vigilante smiled. "Teamwork. I think. What's up Hawkeye?"

"I told you to call me Clint." The spy said tersely. "You could just ask for a com you know- you don't have to do this."

Clint couldn't see it but the way Daredevils mouth quirked just slightly and his mask shifted convinced him that the man was raising an eyebrow at him. "And what am I doing?" He was still trying to play it off.

"You know exactly what you're doing!" Ironman said pointing angrily as he walked onto the roof. Clint was starting to wonder if the man had ever even heard that it was rude to point. "And when I figure it out you'll never do it again! Talk to the team like everyone else! We know you're doing it so you can just join the conversation. The one-way radio trick is frustrating- invasive- and annoying."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Daredevil said flatly and his head tilted slightly to the side as the sound of sirens started in the distance. "Well, this was fun, but duty calls, as they say." And he backed up to the edge of the roof and jumped without even looking.

"We'll get him next time." Tony said. "I'm installing a virus that'll follow his trail and eat his network alive."

"Sounds pleasant." Clint said.

The next time Clint saw Tony was three days later. He looked like he hadn't slept at all. "I couldn't find any trace of him." He mumbled shaking slightly as he poured coffee into a trembling cup. "He's good." He chuckled darkly and jabbing at his stark tablet. "But I'm better and I will find him. Till then I have my new virus. Any foreign program entering the system from an outside source will instantly activate the "fuck'um'up virus." And I'll know how they entered and I'll be able to stop it from happening again!"

"Well… if he's really hacking your system he's probably only doing it during missions… so maybe it won't be there till then… unless the program is already in your system? Would it be able to tell? I don't really get computer stuff. Not at your level." Being able to hack into computers with shit firewall was nothing compared to the computer systems Tony programmed for his coffee maker. Let alone whatever was now happening with the communicators.

"No no, even if the main program is somehow already in the system the activation code isn't…" Tony waved him off as he walked away mumbling. Hopefully to sleep. Clint was starting to worry.

Clint sigh's sitting on a random roof debating on whether or not he should say anything to Daredevil the next time he sees him. The team's paranoia was growing like a wildfire. Steve was adamant about looking into Daredevil but didn't want to push Clint. Tony was to string out and exhausted to aid in that. Bruce wanted no part of the whole thing but reminded Clint to be careful. Sam had yet to meet the controversial devil but even he seemed a bit uneasy by the man's reputation alone. Natasha was being normal at least but she'd never let on how she was really feeling. "What's up Robin Hood?"

Clint jumped slightly having not heard the other walk up. He studied his fellow hesitantly before giving a half shrug. "Robin Hood stole from the rich and gave to the pore. I don't really do either of those things… just kind of shoot people up. Some of them haven't even been bad guys…" He had a complicated past as an orphan runaway and a spy. Let alone all the complexity's that the Avengers initiative brought with it.

"In need of a confessional?" Daredevil quipped sounding tentatively teasing.

Clint laughed and sighed. "Maybe. Maybe…" He stared off across the skyline his thoughts further than he could see. He didn't want to ruin the calmness of the night by bringing up such a touchy subject but he owed it to his team. He took a breath.

"Hey." Daredevil said suddenly. "Follow me."

Clint hesitated. Most of their time together was spent fighting. This was the first meeting that Clint could recall where neither Daredevil or he were in the middle of something already or calling on the other for help. Or so he'd thought. With a huff, he pushed himself to his feet. "Trouble?" He asked.

Daredevil grinned but didn't answer. Clint paused for only a second then shrugged. "What the hell? In for a penny."

Running with Daredevil across the rooftops when not fleeing for their lives or chasing ninja's was surprisingly fun. The man would throw in ridiculous flips and twirls. Sometimes hopscotching across area's that looked vacant of landing spots as if he'd drawn the cityscape himself.

Clint allowed himself to get lost in the rush of death-defying leaps and tight rope like runs across the New York skies. His experience with the circus and the street's made him exceptionally good at parkour. Daredevil was better.

He took daring leaps and blind jumps like they were nothing. It was breathtaking to watch. Every once in a while he'd even stop and wait for Clint to catch up when he couldn't follow the shorter path Daredevil had made. There seemed to be little logic to the direction they were going. It wasn't a straight line. More like a weaving sweep across Hell's Kitchen.

"So… going to let on to where we're going?" Clint asked as he walked up to Daredevil who'd come to a stop, on a long flat roof. A large warehouse of some sort or another.

Daredevil settled on the edge of the building facing out across the water. His legs dangling. "Night is quiet for once." The man said. "Thought I'd bring you on patrol just in case… and I kind of wanted to show you how I do it."

Clint didn't get it. All they'd done is run across rooftops. "Okay…" He sighed looking out over the water. Watching the moon reflect off the lapping water.

"How's the view?" Daredevil asked suddenly sounding self-conscious.

Clint considered it. Taking in the ships at port and the stretch of buildings shadowed by the glow of a midnight sky. He could see bits of plastic bobbing in the water and a nest of seagulls resting nearby. The air felt calm and he felt at home. "Surprisingly. Beautiful." Clint said in mock surprise with a half smirk getting a light punch to the shoulder in response. Clint forgets about all the paranoia back at the tower.

Then he makes it back home and finds Tony sprawled out across the breakfast counter. "Leave him be." Steve said walking around the sleeping man to pour himself a cup of coffee. "I would move him to the couch but I'm afraid I'll wake him."

"Damn." Clint sighed sitting in a bench across from his teammate. "Is he at least eating?"

"By some miracle." Steve filled half his cup with creamer and tipped the sugar in without any sort of restraint. Clint hummed.

"This whole thing is kind of driving him mad I think." The super soldier said.

"You ever consider that he might be looking for something that doesn't exist?" Clint whispered.

Rodgers cocked his head. "So you think he's just… what, reading our minds?"

Clint shrugged with a cringe. "I don't know…" He sighed flopping over the counter as well pouting openly. "I want to trust him."

Steve was silent as he stared into his coffee. "Doesn't mean you should."

"Trust your own judgment." Natasha said suddenly in the conversation as she gave a light tap to Clint's shoulder. "He hasn't done anything to jeopardize our missions." She said pulling the milk out of the fridge.

Clint's eyes narrowed at his fellow spy. Natasha didn't just let things go. "You know something." It wasn't a question. Natasha always knows something. The woman shrugged as she filled a bowl with the white liquid having yet to pick out her cereal. It used to drive him up the wall when she did that. He's learned to ignore the feeling of irritation at the act and studied her uninterested expression.

She glanced up at him and smirked as she pored in her flaky oats. "Eat something." With that, she sauntered away. Leaving Clint feeling irritated and oddly reassured all at once.

Everything kind of fell apart when there was a small army of robots raiding the city. Daredevil had been the one to find the location of the main power source. Tony claimed later he'd just figured it out and was about to tell the team when the masked fighter swooped in landing on the robot Steve was fighting and instructed the embodiment of truth justice and the American way in where to punch and rip the thing apart.

One point to the tech-savvy side Clint guessed as Steve shared the info with the rest of the team and the rest of the fight went well enough but then Daredevil was flipping over to Clint looking frantic. "You have to tell Tony to drop in altitude- something is-

There was an explosion as something collided with Ironman sending him spiraling out of the sky. Suddenly, without much explanation as to why all the remaining robots just dropped. Clint didn't care, he was running with the rest of the team to their fallen partner.

Tony groaned physically ripping the Ironman mask off his face. Something he usually only did when the mask wasn't working properly. "Tony are you okay?" Clint asked frantic. "Daredevil was trying to tell me you needed to move but-

Tony glared at Clint. "Why couldn't he tell me himself! Hu!?" He sat up wobbling slightly. "Shit." He spits out a bit of blood and Clint's heart rate kicked up. "Bit my cheek wide open." Tony mumbled.

Letting out a pent up breath Clint watched as Steve moved Tony's arms and legs around. "Anything broken?" He asked.

"No." Tony said tersely.

"I'm sorry if I was just faster-

"No." Tony said shaking his head not looking at Daredevil. "If you'd just use that tech of yours to make two-way communication possible instead of just fucking with us- you could have warned me directly!"

Daredevil worked his jaw. "You never gave me a communication device."

"I didn't think I needed to!" Tony stood glaring down the other man.

Daredevil looked away and swallowed thickly. "I think I should go."

"Maybe you should." Tony said coldly.

Clint didn't try to stand up for Daredevil. He didn't try to cool Tony down. He just let it happen and numbly helped the team move into the process of cleaning up.

It was a few days later and Clint decided to go on a walk. If he wandered into Daredevil territory it was just on his route. Nothing for it. No guaranty any trouble would even show up.

After two hours of aimless walking, Clint slid into a bench and let out a long breath that was definitely not a sigh. Usually when he entered Hell's Kitchen trouble came to him like fly's to a fresh mound of cow pie. Sitting in front of the well-maintained lawn that led up to a little church left the impression that trouble was far away. He wanted to talk to Daredevil but the only way to do that was to run into him, and that only happened when there was trouble. "Now what?" He covered his eyes with his forearms leaning back and stretching out his legs.

Suddenly something prodded his foot lightly. "Oh, sorry."

Lifting his arm Clint saw a man wearing sunglasses standing next to him. The end of a long cane moving from his foot to feel out the bench. "Do you mind if I join you?"

Blinking Clint sat up. "No, no. I don't mind."

The stranger moved his hand forward swatting the air lightly before he grabbed the back of the bench and took a seat next to him letting out a tired breath. "Long day at the office." He said conversationally. "This place always calms me down."

"Uh…" Clint shifted. Studying the man beside him. He was wearing a suit. He had a bit of stubble and something about his half smile seemed familiar.

"You seem troubled." The man said leaning a bit toward him. He tried to hide the action by shuffling his feet and moving back.

Clint shrugged. "No. Not really." The two fell into silence and it was awkward at first but soon Clint found himself relaxing as he just watched people pass by. Soaking in the sun. "Do you mind if I talk a bit?" Clint felt the words leave him before he'd thought about it.

The man looked a bit surprised but nodded. "Sure. I don't mind."

Clint worried his lip. He talked a lot when he was nervous or lonely or feeling ornery. His training made it weird though. Usually when he talked he just spouted unimportant things. Words without value or meaning. Pointless trivia. Questions that he meant to annoy more than garner information. Nothing that could be thrown back at him as a weapon. This guy was a stranger he'd probably never meet again and he was blind. He had no idea who he was talking to. Clint could unload a little. "I am a part of a group." Keep it simple Barton, he told himself. "We do things together."

"You do things?" The man sounded amused as he smiled.

"Yeah…" Clint hesitated. "Things. I made a… well, I think we might be friends. Lately, though I haven't been so sure." The man frowned looking concerned. "He's into the same kind of… activities the rest of us are… and this is sounding questionable- but it's not weird, I promise." The man laughed at that. Clint smiled for a second then looked down at his shoes with a sigh. "He seems cool… but I don't really know him. Now things are getting complicated and one of my older friends is… frustrated because of him." Clint hesitated. "I don't know what he's been doing but he's been doing this thing… making everyone think he can do something… I'm not sure he can. Like he's…" Clint trailed off shrugging.

The man was quiet beside him as Clint failed to find the words to continue. "Sound's complicated."

Clint snorted. "I guess. I feel like maybe I'm being lied to… He won't admit to anything."

The silence returned but Clint felt marginally better finally admitting out loud that he wasn't super sure about Daredevil. Smacking his hand's to his knee's he made to stand up. "Maybe-" The blind man hesitated and Clint tilted his head toward him to see he was working his jaw. Swallowing the man continued. "Maybe you're not asking your friend the right questions?"

Clint frowned thinking about it. "Maybe… I don't know if I've really asked him anything but to stop…"

"Stop?"

"He's been… getting into things that aren't his to get into." The man nodded seeming to understand or at least acting like he did. "Wow. Sorry. I never talk this much." Clint laughed finally getting to his feet suddenly feeling self-conscious.

The man raised a brow at him, looking unconvinced. "You sound like a talker."

Clint laughed. "Oh, I talk alright. All the time. Got jokes and quips like you wouldn't believe… I just don't talk… ya know?"

Smiling sadly the man beside him nodded slowly. "I think I do. Mind if I get your name?"

Clint smiled. "Clint." He held out his hand.

The blind man reached toward his voice and moved his hand a bit left and right before taking Clint's into a surprisingly strong grip. "Matt." He tilted his head to the side slightly as he smiled. "I'm sure things will work out."

Tony was laughing when Clint got back. "What's going on?" He asked Steve who was sitting on the couch watching the engineer with a weary smirk. Bruce was leaning against the wall looking amused as well.

"I was going through the robot's from our last battle and I figured out why all the bot's dropped at the end." He was bouncing around like a hyperactive puppy pulling out holograms and spinning around as he shoved one into Hawkeyes face.

Clint studied the display seeing that it was a code of some sort. He recognized a few key commands and lines of your basic code but he didn't understand at all what he was looking at. In all honesty, it looked a bit messy. "Cool?"

"Cool? Cool!?" Tony scoffed. "This, my friend, is what happens when the 'fuck'um'up virus' tears through a system! Whoever was running these things tried to hack my suit- which obviously would have my best anti-hack tech- and boom! Full system failure." The man was giddy with a vindictive kind of glee.

"Well, it definitely stopped the fight." Clint said. "Do you know who did it?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "Duh." He pulled up another screen of a fairly familiar villain. "Dr. Doom." He snickered. "I bet he's just livid! Now all I have to do is work on…" And Tony devolved into techno babel about how to stop a direct line hack or something.

It seemed after that, that Tony had forgotten all about Daredevil and his supposed "hacking." Until they met again.

"Stop it!" Tony growled after the altercation actually stepping out of his suit to confront the man face to face. Daredevil looked just as shocked as Clint felt.

"Stop what?" He asked sounding seriously confused.

"Stop hacking us!"

Daredevil frowned. "I'm not-

"Look at me!" Tony motioned to himself. His hair was sticking up in so many directions Clint wouldn't be surprised if the man admitted to shocking himself in his sleep-deprived state. Clint had kind of gotten used to it but now realized that, yeah, that wasn't normal for Tony. He wasn't even wearing a monkey suit like he almost always did when outside the tower. "I haven't slept well in weeks!"

Daredevil cocks his head slightly in the man's direction. The tilt of it making him look like a petulant teenager. He works his jaw a moment before his shoulders drop slightly with a long sigh. "I'm not hacking you."

Tony froze. The look he was sending Daredevil's way was flaming. "Excuse me?" His voice was stilted and held a threat behind it.

Letting out a long deep sigh Daredevil repeated himself. "I am not hacking you."

"Is that why you never talked back?" Clint asked feeling pressure in his chest slowly loosening.

Shrugging his shoulders Daredevil said. "I didn't have the equipment to do that. I have one burner phone. That's the most tech savvy I get most days."

"Then how?" Tony asked his palms up as if expecting something to be given to him. He sounded like his sanity was tearing. Maybe it was, Hawkeye knew how much Tony hated having things handed to him.

Daredevil hesitated, shifting from foot to foot. "I could, um," he cleared his throat. "I could hear you."

"What like with an amplifier of some kind?" Tony asked then pointed at Clint who swatted at the offending appendage. "Like a hearing aid cranked up to eleven?"

Daredevil snorted. "No, that would suggest I could turn it off."

"So you could just hear us?" Clint asked breathlessly. "Like, just naturally?"

Daredevil nodded and smirked. "I have really good hearing."

Tony was staring at him like he was the most unbelievable thing he'd ever seen, his mouth slightly open in shock. "WHY?" The word shook through him. When Daredevil just frowned in confusion he clarified. "Why pretend you were listening through a device? We all saw you touch your helmet when we talked to you directly on multiple occasions!"

"Well…" Daredevil looked a bit sheepish. "Natasha… After that one time, she and I took down a bunch of ninjas. She asked about my slip-up's when I let on that I'd heard what you guys had been talking about." He hesitated. "I've never been good at explaining it… but she said not to worry. Told me the best way to make a good impression with you guys was to get in a good prank. Show you I wasn't all dark of the night all the time. I stopped pretending I didn't hear after that and actually played it up a little. I kind of just thought of it as a reverse hazing. Where the newbie was the one putting the veterans through the wringer." He shrugged. "I thought it would be a harmless way to let you in on my lesser known skill set, and it was funny… at first." He swallowed tilting his head down slightly toward Tony. "I'm really sorry."

Clint looked to Black Widow who was standing just behind the gaping Steve Rodgers and saw her holding up a hand to her mouth. She glared at him but he knew she was hiding a smug grin. Ruthless.

"Enhanced hearing?" Tony said sounding defeated. "Really?"

"Enhanced senses really." Daredevil said. "Everything but…" He hesitated. "Well, most of my senses are above average. I promise to not pull something like this again as long as we drop this line of questioning. I feel it will only lead down roads too close to home. Like the identity revealing kind and I don't trust anyone that much. Nothing personal."

"Fucking hearing?" Tony was mumbling sliding down the side of a wall putting his head between his knees as he let out a manic laugh. "Hearing?"

"Tony?"

Tony held up a hand toward Daredevil without lifting his head. "No. Don't talk to me right now."

Daredevil bit his lip looking Clint's way. Clint shrugged. "We'll give you some space." Natasha said putting her arms around Clint and Daredevils shoulders. "Let's give Ironman some space." Steve gave Tony a worried glance before following them.

"This was all your doing, you know that." Daredevil said.

"Oh." She smirked. "I know."

"So you weren't hacking us?" Steve asked sounding dazed.

"Nope." Natasha answered for him and Daredevil slipped out from under her arm. "You're not the only one with super senses." She said.

"Of course not." Steve said looking to Daredevil. "I just- you seem so normal."

"I'm just human." Daredevil said with a small smile. "You guys aren't going to dig into my life now right? I wasn't trying to make you paranoid. I just wanted to confuse you a bit."

"You're good." Clint said before anyone else could say something. "Your secret is safe. Promise."

Tony groaned. "Fine whatever. It's not like it was all a complete waste of time anyway."

Daredevil's head cocked in curiosity and Clint groaned when he saw the eager glint in Tony's eye. They spent the rest of the night listening to Tony brag about his own genius."

He let it slide though, hearing Daredevil's desperate plea for Tony to please shut up making him laugh. Turns out maybe, just maybe, he wasn't the only one Daredevil was starting to trust.

Authors Notes: So… I tried to make it fun and throw in some humor but I also wanted to allow the characters a chance to actually get under each other's skin. Natasha is kind of being a jerk in this by manipulating the situation… but I don't think it's too far outside the realm of her character. She may have said something during the robot fight if they had had to keep fighting but there was no changing what had happened. There was no immediate danger after the fight ended.

I'm excited about the next chapter.

Next chapter title: It wasn't on purpose, I swear!