Authors Notes: This is a slightly Alternate Universe to what happened at the end of the last chapter. It's pure crack and has nothing to do with anything really. This is my way of announcing that there's going to be one more chapter currently titled "A Spy's Honor" but I can't promise that it won't change or exactly when it'll be up.
I am also working on a story in this universe but it will be its own separate story titled "Bob and Weave." I look forward to sharing that one as well. (I have no idea what to call this series…)
Summary: All Clint wanted was to kick back and relax. Daredevil doesn't care. He will pay.
Bonus: Alternate "It wasn't on purpose, I swear!" aka Fair Enough.
Clint's heart was beating erratically. He needed to calm down. If he didn't he was screwed. It probably didn't matter anyway. Tony was going to give them away with his nostrils flaring as he breathes heavily in barely repressed rage. "Tony!" The spy hissed under the surprisingly effective glare. "Calm down!"
"What did you do?!" Tony hissed. "How did he even get the lights down? We all know he's not a hacker!"
"Shh! Shh, shhhhhhhhh!" Clint hissed. "Do you want to die!?" Their faces were a bit close, which made the panic in the engineers face all the more noticeable. Almost overwhelming in the small glow of Stark's tablet. The only source of light sitting between the two men.
"Just tell me what you did and maybe we can FIX this." Tony slapped his hands down against the mettle that was supporting their weight, making the screen jump. Clint had finally gotten Tony to stop whining about the blood that Clint was getting in his vent's from the cuts he was sporting. It took a bit of explaining but he hadn't told Tony what set it off. He couldn't. He had to.
"There's no fixing it! Because F.R.I.D.A.Y.-
Clint's words were cut off as suddenly Tony was screaming as he was yanked back through the vent's. His clawing grasp disappearing into the dark. Clint shuffled back in a panic. "Shit! Shit, shit!"
There was a clang, and then silence.
Clint took in calming breaths. "Found you." The gravelly voice of a pissed Daredevil echoed in the confined space.
"These vent's are my home territory!" Clint shuffled back enough to move up into a vent ascending the building. "You'll never catch me!" With that he shuffled up, using his arms and legs to support his weight. Daredevil wouldn't be able to move as fast as him in or out of the vents. Clint didn't need the light to know where he was going. The vent's rarely had light in them anyway. It's why he and Tony had decided it was their best method of escape.
Or well, he did. Tony just happened to be there in his mad dash to flee, and Clint couldn't leave a man behind. Even if Tony was a major liability… even if it was all for naught. Clint didn't know what to do. It was probably best if he could find Natasha. She was the only one who could stop this madness.
This was all his fault if only he could go back in time and correct the error of his ways. It was what happened in the elevator that started all this…
"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 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 see fist flying and knew that the man next to him was going to kick his ass for this.
The masked man shifted and Clint flinched. Daredevil's mouth was hanging open slightly. Suddenly his mouth snapped shut and Clint could see his fist shaking slightly. "Who else knows?"
"Daredevil, it's okay. No one knows- this wasn't supposed to happen!" Clint said as the doors slid open and he slowly backed away. "It's okay! I won't tell anyone."
Daredevil had his head down but didn't step out of the elevator. Clint was starting to worry. "I need a moment." The man said.
"S-sure." Clint said. "I'll… um… head up to the Common room… do you want me to send someone down to help you-
"I can take care of myself." The man's words were clipped.
"Right. Right, I know you can." Hawkeye watched Daredevil stomp out of the now open lift and over to a first aid kit and rip it open. "I'll just… yeah…" Clint stepped back onto the lift and watched the door's close.
"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 sighed leaning against the wall. When the doors opened this time he slowly walked out to find Tony actually out of his lab. Nursing a cup of coffee. "Hey." Clint flinched at the greeting getting a raised eyebrow. "You looked pretty banged up. Why aren't you down getting patched up?"
"Just waiting my turn…" Clint rubbed his face with his hand and sighed. "Daredevil's down there… and he doesn't want my help right now."
"You actually got him in the tower?" Tony asked looking surprised. "I didn't think that would ever happen."
"Well, maybe it shouldn't have!" Clint couldn't help but snap. The surprised look on Tony's face had the blond backstepping. "Sorry… it's just I think I pissed him off… is all."
Tony rose a brow, prompting for the archer to elaborate. Clint sighed that wasn't going to happen. Slumping over the bar he moaned into the countertop.
Tony snorted. "Whatever you did it couldn't be that bad."
Suddenly the lights went out. "F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" Tony asked.
"I've been informed to tell Agent Barton to run."
Tony tapped the tablet in front of him looking confused. "Run? What's going on?"
There was a "ding" and Clint could hear heavy footsteps. "Run!" Clint grabbed Tony's hand and rushed down the nearest hall before yanking the cover of a vent off.
"What are you doing?"
"He's going to kill us!"
"What?" Tony sounded incredulous. "Since when does Daredevil kill?"
"Since I talked him into coming into the tower, now come on!" Clint snapped already in the vent. He hoisted Tony up quickly. This left Clint to shuffle backward but he didn't really care. "Don't think you can hide from me, Barton!" Daredevil's voice rang out. Tony grabbed Clint's arm. "Stop! What is going on!?"
"Give me a second!" Clint took a deep breath glancing down at the Stark Tablet Tony had brought along. "I kinda maybe let the devil out of Daredevil?" Clint didn't know how to explain any of this. It wasn't even really his fault and putting the blame on the man before him would not help matters…
Presently Clint was missing Tony's glare. Suddenly there was a vice grip on his ankle and Hawkeye let out a squawk as he was yanked back. "I told you." Daredevil snarled. "You can't hide from me."
As Natasha stepped off the elevator and the lights flickered on. She blinked looking around suspiciously. "F.R.I.D.A.Y?"
"I have helped Daredevil get a clear message across to Agent Barton." The A.I. responded to her.
Curious she walked down the hall and rounded the corner where she saw Daredevil sitting in front of the powered down TV a beer in his hand. "Daredevil." She greeted.
He lifted his beer in greeting a slight smirk on his face. "Black Widow."
"Where's Clint?"
"He and Tony are hanging around." The man said taking a sip from the bottle.
That was when the Russian spy heard the muffled scream and looked up to see an enraged looking Tony swatting at a resigned-looking Hawkeye as the two of them hung from wires wrapped around their legs. Some random fabric stuffed in both their mouths. The cable was tied to the bar and looped over one of the high beams.
Raising her brow Natasha walked over to the couch as she took in the state of the two men. It seemed they'd only recently been tied up and would survive a few minutes. She didn't know what this was about but figured the two loudmouths deserved it.
"Do I want to know?" She asked.
"Hawkeye's an idiot and Tony…" Daredevil was quiet for a moment before he grunted what sounded like "He's the proximate cause." then he spoke more clearly. "In layman's terms, he is guilty by association and for providing the tools of disclosure."
"The gags?"
"Tony wouldn't shut up and I didn't want to hear them both." Daredevil shrugged.
"Fair enough." Natasha said and got twin glares of rage as she sat down next to the masked man. She didn't know what this was about, but the two's anger was amusing and Daredevil was a relatively calm presence. Leaning over she grabbed one of the beers sitting in an open six-pack on the coffee table. It was chilled and looked to be something Clint would have bought. She smirked leaning back into the cushions as she listened to the two man-children scream above them. Look's like Daredevil got that beer after all.
Authors notes: This was a bit of a turn that had started happening when I first started writing the chapter because I thought it would be funny, but also found it too short and flashbacky. I also felt it was OC. But the idea of Clint and Tony hiding in the vents was too fun… so here it is an alternate ending to the last chapter. I guess.
Next chapter: A Spy's Honor
Thank you so much for reading!