Summary: Clint just wants Daredevil to hang out. Daredevil seems uninclined, not to mention busy with criminals who leave warnings in graffiti.

Chapter Three: It wasn't on purpose, I swear!

The night was chilly as Clint pulled himself over the edge of the roof. He could hear the sound of traffic climbing up the walks of skyscrapers as he took in one quiet breath. There was his target standing, unsuspecting. He crouched trying to still his heart. Someone in the distance laid on their horn and he moved forward. His footsteps barely making a whisper on the graveled rooftop.

Just a few more inches-

"Hello, Clint." Daredevil's voice cut through him like a shock. His target then turned slightly before he smirked over his shoulder.

The breath Clint was holding rushed out of his body through motorboat lips as he shook the startle out of his limbs. "You're impossible to surprise. How did you know it was me?" Clint stepped up to the edge of the roof Daredevil was perched on and sat down. Letting his legs dangle freely.

"Other than the smell of coffee and stale pizza?" Daredevil said humor in his voice. "You're loud."

Clint placed a hand to his heart. "Ouch. Loud? Way to hurt a spy's pride." Chuckling the archer knocked his knuckles against the other man's leg in mock annoyance. "Pizza and coffee are staples of life." Ignoring him Daredevil's head cocked to the side as he listened to the city.

The man had kind of explained it to Clint. How he could hear sound most people never would even notice. He figured it was kind of like his eyesight. Something that one couldn't really understand without experience. Even Natasha, at times, seemed to underestimate how far he could see. Except for that one time when she overestimated… he had good eyes but even hawks couldn't see something the size of an envelope half a mile away, let alone what was written on it. (He still wasn't sure if she hadn't just been messing with him or not. It was most likely some kind of test.)

"Hear anything?"

Daredevil hummed. "Nothing too bad. Maybe a domestic dispute… but it hasn't escalated too physical violence yet and one of the neighbors is already going for their phone."

"Hu." Clint turned his gaze from where he'd been watching Daredevil to the city. "Well… do you want to just go back to the tower with me and watch some B movies? We could knock back a few beer's and talk the shit."

Daredevil smiled but it was off. "Thanks for the offer." Clint felt his momentary excitement wain. For just a moment he thought maybe the man would say yes for a change. He'd been trying to get the vigilante to just hang out for months now but he could hear the turn down in his voice. "Something might change. My city needs me, to be here."

"Well, tomorrow then? During the day. Daredevil tends to work at night- no one will miss you."

"My day job would." He said bluntly. "Besides it doesn't sound like my kind of thing…"

"You and your day job." Clint tisked. "Do you ever sleep?"

His masked friend chuckled. "Some times. When the mood strikes me."

"It doesn't have to be B movies…

The next evening, while skirting the edge of Hell's Kitchen, Hawkeye spots Daredevil on a roof three buildings over and 40 story's down. He feels a smile pulling at his lips. There's no way the devil of Hell's Kitchen knows he's there. This is the perfect opportunity to strike. The question is how to get to the other man's roof without giving himself away. He can't glide let alone fly so that's out.

There's a building, not as tall as the one he's on but taller than the one Daredevil is currently occupying. He grin's reaching back into his arsenal.

With a steady breath, he takes his shot driving an arrow deep into the wall of a nearby building. A sturdy but thin wire stretches out from where it's lodged to the spool on Clint's side. Working quickly so as not to miss his chance he cuts the wire and fastens it to some railing. Using his bow as a makeshift handle he leaps off the roof and bites back on the urge to yell out in excitement.

The line brings him close but he's still hight enough that Daredevil shouldn't-

"Crap!" His expert landing is thrown as he let's go just a tad too soon out of shock. Daredevil is looking up at him. The man's confusion warping to irritation and then to worry as Clint hit's the roof hard in an ungraceful manner that leaves his ankle screaming at him. His bow clatters in front of him. "Damn it! How did you know I was coming!?" He's more irritated about being found out then his injury.

Daredevil, who'd rushed over and had his hand's hovering over Hawkeye's leg, tilted his head slightly with a frown. "You do realize that you sliding down a metal wire with a metal… bow is as noisy a train. Right?"

Clint let his head fall back with a groan. "Man I thought I had you this time. My ankle is shot to hell for no reason now. Want to help me back home?" He asked hopeful, letting himself pout just a bit. "I make a mean chilly."

"I'm sure you do." Daredevil said dryly. "I'm here for a reason though."

Of course he is. Hawkeye knew that. He just wanted to drop in and say hi. It wasn't like he hadn't just finished a mission himself. "My bad. Anything I can help with… that doesn't involve running?"

Daredevil was still for a moment. "No." He stood. "I've got to go." The man hesitated and in the distance, Clint could hear sirens. "You can call someone to help you. Right?"

Clint huffed. "Yeah yeah. Don't worry." With a nod, Daredevil hopped away and Clint sighed deciding he'd just wallow for a moment. Somewhere nearby smoke started to rise into the sky.

"So you decided to jump off a building?" Bruce said in a manner that sounded like he wanted to sound surprised but wasn't.

"You don't understand." The marksman all but whined as the 'not a medical' doctor wrapped his ankle. "It's a matter of pride."

The scientist hummed in an unconvinced manner as he secured the wrap with a small clip. The dull pain in the joint was something Clint was all to acquainted with. "I would argue with you but I know it won't do any good."

"Hey." Clint said in an offended manner, though he was more offended that Bruce didn't want to argue then he was that the man found him impossible to talk sense into. Maybe Bruce had a point.

"Daredevil must have unbelievable hearing from what you've described, though. Maybe even more than that." Bruce mused as he put the first-aid kit back together.

"What do you mean?"

Hesitating the other man closed the metal box and put it back in the counter. "Didn't you say he knew you brought doughnuts without looking?"

Shrugging the spy slipped his legs off the examination table and made to stand, putting all his weight on one foot. "So what?"

The scientist shrugged. "Just seem's interesting." Then he went into mother-hen mode. "Don't do anything stupid and try not to break it, it's only sprained but if you push it-

"I know, I know." Clint waved as he hopped to the elevator. "I'll take it easy. Right after I convince Daredevil to watch horror movies with me!"

"Barton!" There was a not so friendly growl in the man's voice as the door's closed.

Clint hadn't really gone after Daredevil. Not right away. He took the next few day's off his feet and then tried to find his friend. It wasn't easy. Daredevil seemed to be a bit busy. Hawkeye couldn't pin him. When he finally found him two weeks later Daredevil was pacing in an alleyway in front of a very large bit of fresh graffiti. The smell of paint so strong it was almost intoxicating.

"What's up?" Clint chirped honest to god shocked to see the vigilante jump at the sound of his voice. "Whoa, did I actually surprise you? Without trying?" Something about that made it feel like a loss. Clint smiled though, it proved it could be done.

Daredevil grumbled dragging a hand down his masked face. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention to you. I was trying to figure this out." The man waved his arm at the image. It was kind of like a car wreck. Clint's eyes were drawn to it despite how much it hurt to look at. The clashing colors of lime green and fire orange were cut through with straight, sharp, black lines. It was like looking at something really disgusting but something about it was defiantly beautiful. Clint really wasn't sure what he was looking at.

"What is it?"

The man, who had finally stopped pacing, let out a very long sigh. Shifting on his feet and looking back at the wall he seemed to hesitate before he spoke. "So you don't see anything in it… either?"`

"I wouldn't say that," Clint said tilting his head to the side as he studied the image. It was like one of those optical illusion images. But done with stencils and dripping spray paint. It was honestly kind of impressive. "I think I'm seeing… a… donkey?"

Daredevil let out a frustrated huff. "I don't see what that has to do with anything! There should be text or at least some kind of message hidden in it- Fog- I mean- A friend of mine said all the other ones did. I just- I can't make anything of them."

"Has your friend seen this one?"

"No, he- they haven't. I just found it. Besides this is fresh, I was hoping I wouldn't need to pull them into this."

"I get it. Keeping your lives separate can be hard at times. That's why I'm glad I don't have a secret identity anymore."

"Did you ever?" Daredevil snorted.

"My whole identity was secret! I was a spy!"

"Sure."

Clint ignored the obvious attempt to goad him. "So after we figure out your Escherian like graffiti do you want to come over and watch baking shows? I hear the British one is good." Daredevil's face turned toward him a deep frown displayed in clear displeasure. "You know what, never mind. Cooking show's make me hungry anyway."

"I can't. I have to figure out the message." Daredevil said sounding stressed.

Clint took a calming breath at the realization that this was serious. "Time sensitive?"

"One of my friends figured it out. This painting isn't just graffiti." Daredevil started pacing again. "The other's had a time and place. They all correlate with fires. We just barely figured out the last one when the firetrucks started rolling in."

Clint nodded. "Okay. We need to decode the message then… how do you know this is the same though?"

Daredevil stopped and pulled out a brick of a flip phone which he tossed to the spy. "The passcode is 264. Look in the photo's they should be the only ones. Do you see a similarity in styles?"

Clint looked through the images. Mildly pleased that the man trusted him with the phone and access code- even if he planned on replacing it soon. "Hu." Clint said taking in the images. They were a little grainy and the screen was small. He could see what he needed to though. None of the other paintings were quite so painful to look at, but there was a similarity in the way the lines cut into the swirling colors. Like they were practice and this was the first success. Though Clint wasn't an artist something about the paintings seemed connected.

"I see what you mean." Daredevil shuffled slightly looking uncomfortable, Clint took that as a sign that he'd had the phone long enough and tossed it back. Daredevil snatched the phone out of the air without even looking. "Okay so someone's giving obscure warnings and starting fires. Any clues as to who?"

Daredevil sighed. "No. Not yet."

"Alright, I'll get some pictures and send them to Tony. Maybe he and his computers will be able to speed up the process."

A small bit of relief graced Daredevil lips. "Could you forward those to my burner?" He let out a shaky laugh. "The camera sucks."

"Sure."

It took a week and a couple more obscure images followed by seemingly random arson before they found a lead they could follow. "Are you sure this is the place?" Daredevil asked.

Clint looked at the graffiti'd building and all the many convoluted and connecting images. The style of their arsonist was ingrained in the archer's mind forever. It was a huge neon sign Clint and gave his friend a "seriously?" look for having to even ask.

"I'll take that as a yes." Daredevil said grudgingly shifting uneasily.

"Honestly, this was all kind of fun." Clint said. "It's been a while since I've had to pull out my investigator's cap. I kind of missed it. Though this case is turning out to be really… in your face. I'm actually surprised you were struggling so much."

The crimefighter ground his teeth together clearly rankled. Clint was a bit confused, because, sure he was poking fun, but it wasn't that big a deal. "We all have our weaknesses." Daredevil all but growled.

"I guess… but seriously how did it take us so long to find this ugly building."

"I don't know." Daredevil smirked. "Maybe we're blind."

"Must be." Clint said focusing all his attention on the building in front of them. "I see a few different entrances we can use. What do you hear?"

Daredevil was quiet but when Hawkeye turned to look at his companion. The man just gave a stiff nod. "It seems this is definitely the place. There appear to be three sections. There are a lot of them… we might need help."

"Okay… Unexpected. Well, we have time…" They actually managed to decode the last message in time to stop the last fire and t was Tony who'd finally found the pattern that led them to their current location. "Let's regroup. Actually, make a plan and come back tomorrow." Clint suggested. "We can play some Super Smash Bro's after planning." Clint looked to Daredevil hopeful despite himself.

"Pass." Daredevil said standing looking stiff. "Just get back to me when you have a plan."

"Hey! Wait this is your thing!" Clint huffed as Daredevil disappeared into the skyline.

The two of them were surrounded. Natasha was somewhere nearby and that was the only thing keeping Clint from yelling at the man beside him. It was his fault that they were surrounded by surprisingly skilled weirdo's who seemed to have adopted some form of martial arts. He just knocked out a steampunk cowboy. It was Daredevil's fault that the planning was so minimal. One person planning is not the same as two! As he dodged a large beaded neckless being swung around like a chained weapon by a man in a clown suit Clint decided that this was probably the weirdest group he had ever busted.

"This has not gone the way I planned." Daredevil hissed holding his side.

"You planned?" Hawkeye snarled still a little pissed that Daredevil hadn't helped with that as he dodged a throwing star.

"I'll take the eight on the left you take the eight on the right?" Daredevil ignored his anger.

Clint sighed then finally nodded even though they were back to back and they couldn't see each other's faces."What about the six above us?"

"Actually there are nine." Daredevil said just as bodies started dropping. "Our spider's got them."

Clint grinned. "Alright. Let's do this."

The fight was grueling. Clint was going to have some interesting scars to add to his collection with all the weird homemade weapons being tossed around. A lady actually tossed what looked to be a bladed iron at him. And he ended up being the one to face down the man responsible for the street art. The man wilded his paint like mace aiming for the face. Clint managed to knock him out quickly.

Before long the two were left standing breathing heavily amongst the unconscious fire starters. Natasha dropped down looking composed. The only thing out of place were a few strands of hair. "You look too good for someone who just fought god knows how many, surprisingly inclusive, cultist." Clint said.

"Don't-" Daredevil started before his jaw snapped closed.

Natasha gave him a raised brow but addressed her fellow spy. "You look like something the cat drug in."

"Don't feel much better." Daredevil grunted leaning against Clint's back. "When this started I thought I was dealing with an unstable artist. Not a cult out to 'burn away the worlds ugliness', or whatever they were saying."

"The guy with the spray paint was also annoying." Clint said frowning down at his neon green and purple sprayed armor. He could feel Daredevils chuckle against his back. "How about you take me up on that offer for beer and… football? We have really good medical equipment at the tower and we don't even need to see a doctor."

Daredevil's body stiffened and Clint was sure of the answer. After a moment though his friend sighed slumping slightly sounding resigned. "Sure. What harm could it do?"

Clint pumped his fist. "YES!" Then he cleared his throat. "I mean you won't regret this."

"I better not. I'm putting my trust in you Hawkeye."

It wasn't long before the group was at the tower and the bowman was practically bouncing with excitement. His persistence was finally paying off. This was going to be great. "Head on up." Natasha said as she pulled into the garage.

"Not going to join us?" Clint asked.

The woman smirked over her shoulder. "What, and ruin your bro-bonding. Maybe later."

Glaring Clint stepped out of the car and Daredevil followed. "It's going to be awesome and you are just jealous!" Clint slammed the door and ignored the amused smirk on Daredevils face as they walked into the elevator.

"Welcome back Agent Barton." F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice came through as they stepped into the back entrance elevator.

"Hi, F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you take us to the medical bay?"

"Of course Agent Barton." They started moving and there was a comfortable silence until the A.I. spoke again. "I see, according to my initial health scans, that your companion is blind. Would you like me to initiate my Seeing Eye Dog protocol?"

The way Daredevil stiffened next to him had Clint instantly sweating. He knew his life was over. He could predict fist flying and knew that the man next to him was going to kick his ass for this.

Though, to be fair, he didn't know that it was pertinent to consider how a man like Tony Stark- who loved his flat shiny suffices and holographic interfaces- would choose to adhere to ADA laws. It was still his fault they were there. The masked man shifted and Clint flinched. "I didn't know this would happen!" He'd thrown up his arm's to guard against the inevitable.

He didn't know if he was more shocked or terrified when the devil theme vigilante let out a bark of laughter. He struggled as he felt both emotions spinning in his gut. Clint had invited Daredevil over to the tower so they could knock back a few beers and lick their wounds. Nothing was supposed to come of it except for maybe a drunk story or two recounting past failures. Clint just forgot to take into account how stupidly smart the tower and its A.I. was.

"Have I made an error?" F.R.I.D.A.Y asked. "I was following ADA protocol. It's my duty to aid all our guest to the best of my abilities."

"Not your fault, F.R.I.D.A.Y." Clint managed to press out through clinched teeth not daring to take his eyes off of the other occupant in the elevator who was chuckling; in a dark manner.

Daredevil took a deep breath. "And here I was wondering how to break it to you that I can't "watch" football with you."

Clint stared at the man, who was smiling, in abject horror. "I kept asking you to come over to watch things. I'm horrible! It wasn't on purpose, I swear!" Suddenly everything made too much sense.

Daredevil was laughing openly now looking almost fond. "I know."

"You literally couldn't make anything out of those paintings! What the hell, man!? What were you going to do? Smell your way to the weird cult base?" Daredevil's smile turned sheepish. "Seriously!?"

"I thought it was worth a shot… with that one painting at least. It was still fresh. I think I almost sensed that donkey you mentioned… though I'm not really sure what a donkey looks like."

Clint slumped against the wall and chuckled. "Maybe I'll take you to see one." He stopped. "You know what I mean." Daredevil just grinned in response. "Are you ever going to stop knocking me off my feet with surprises about the secrets that are Daredevil?"

Daredevil just shrugged. "I was dropping hints. Surprised you didn't realize it on your own. You going to tell the team?"

Clint closed his eyes. "I mean it doesn't change anything… so… they don't need to know unless you want them to." He opened his eyes studying the ceiling. "You got that F.R.I.D.A.Y.?"

"I've filed the whole incident under "privileged" and "private". No one will be able to access the information without Daredevils exclusive provision. I also am programmed to keep personnel matters confidential so you do not have to worry. I will keep you're status quiet." The voice in the ceiling was silent for a beat. "I assume this means you do not wish to activate the Seeing Eye Dog protocol?"

"No." Daredevil said.

"Wait." Clint said grinning. "What exactly does the protocol intel?" Tony was going to hate him. Tony was going to hate him but Daredevil hadn't killed him, and Clint learned something new about his friend. Things couldn't get better.

Authors notes:

I know there are very few ways of telling if someone is blind from a distance. Since this is in the world of superheroes, though, where tech is crazy, let's just say that F.R.D.A.Y. has a scanner that is a noninvasive/non-deadly radiation based x-ray or something that is so fine-tuned and finite that it can read the number of rods and cones in the eye. (Obviously, if it's something Tony made Dr. Banner would have helped with the medical side of the tech. Though I'm fond of the idea of Wakanda tech playing a part or even Asgardian (though from what I have seen their tech seems less medical based… and I haven't seen much of Thor outside of some cartoon appearances back in old Saturday morning cartoons and the Marvel movies))

The whole F.R.I.D.A.Y. is the one to give Daredevil's blindness away was what made me want to write all this in the first place… so even if you don't like this chapter… if you liked any of this story at all you can thank that silly idea that wouldn't leave me… I hope you enjoyed this story… and maybe if inspiration strikes I'll write more in the future.

And yes this was inspired by other fics bashing Tony for bad ADA law compliance. Many of which I found funny... I'm sorry I'm not too good at comedy myself but I thought if I could at least keep it light then I've succeeded. Also, I just like seeing Clint and Matt hang out. Please let me know what you think. (Sorry if it's disjointed...)

Thank you so much for reading!