Authors Notes: So this chapter is still light for the most part but I decided to give you all a taste of the point of view shifts that will be happening in Bob and Weave. (It's a much more serious story and so is Matt's point of view usually.)

Summary: Clint's pretty much got Daredevil figured out. The rest of the team, not so much.

Chapter Four: A spy's honor

Sometimes Matt felt like it was wrong for him to call himself blind. With his radar, if he concentrated, he could make out hand movements and body shifts. Though smaller more delicate things still slipped by him. It was rare for him to make out any facial details or movements without touching and he often did miss things communicated through the eyes. Like eye roles. (Even though they were one of his favorite ways to express himself.)

Saying Matt's radar was kind of hard to explain was an understatement. Putting it simply though, his senses more than made up for sight. He could tell how far things were. The shape and size of an object. If the object collided with something after a fall it was possible for him to even make educated guesses on weight through vibrations.

With his senses, he had a full 360 visual circumference on what was happening all around him. He could perceive something moving toward him from behind just as well as something coming from the front. Something falling from above might be harder to detect depending on what it was but as far as things coming from below… well, Matt had that more than covered.

There was a virtual sphere of vigilance all around him. If there was one thing he had a hard time recalling from before it would be what it was like to just have a singular narrow window of perception. Only having the ability to see what was in one's line of sight. It was hard to refute how handy his way of seeing came in a fight.

As good as Matt's perceptions were, though, he still could not see light. He lived in a world of darkness. Except for the fire in his mind's eye color was just a memory.

He only knew Karen and Foggy were blond because he was told as much. He didn't know what kind of blond and he wasn't sure what color their eyes were. He didn't know what their smile's looked like and he never would.

He couldn't see what was on a screen or a flat smooth surface. Despite being completely capable of navigating the world as if he could see everything, there were many things Matt could not grasp. So it was, in many way's, wrong to say that Mathew Murdock was blind but entirely right to say that he could not see.

So when Captain America hands him a thick smooth square of paper and ask. "Have you seen this man?" Daredevil pretends to look at the photo and shake's his head.

Clint unhelpfully laughs from his perch on the refrigerator. The Avengers have gotten used to Daredevil showing up on occasion late Sunday evenings or early Saturday mornings and knew that it was their best chance of finding him without looking like lunatics shouting on the rooftops of Hell's Kitchen. Since Clint refuses to share Daredevil's number. Even if it was just a burner.

"Isn't that the mook we chased off last night?" Clint asked.

Daredevil frowned. "I don't know. I'm not too good with faces."

Clint stuffed the last half of the pizza slice he was eating into his mouth and maid nonsensical noises. Steve sighed. "Clint. I told you that in order to make this official you had to let Daredevil identify the perp himself."

Struggling to chew Hawkeye shrugged. Humming out some kind of response that no one understood. Matt smirked as Clint shook his head and grabbed another slice offering it to Steve who turned it down with a hand wave. "Sorry Cap." Daredevil said with a slight smirk. "It's probably him though. Clint's eyes are much better than mine."

Steve was rushing over to Clint after the archer had suddenly started choking and fell to the kitchen floor. "This is why we take small bites!" Steve was panic scolding.

"Daredevil!" Clint heard Falcon cry from the air as said man jumped onto the roof where the Avengers were trying to fight specter-like figures. Their opponent was a sorcerer who was sending out illusions of himself.

It was impossible to tell until their attacks fell through that the figure was a fake. Plus the guy was adding energy into some the illusions so dodging was a must. That and it would be just their luck to choose not to dodge when it was the real sorcerer. "Look out!" The eye in the sky called out as one of the sorcerers shot forward toward the crimefighter.

Daredevil didn't even flinch as the figure charged right through him. "What the hell is going on?" Daredevil demanded with a tick of irritation in his voice. For a moment all the action froze and Clint could see how he was also known as the man without fear. "Your motley crew is dancing up here causing wanton destruction. Wrap it up now!"

Three of the fighting mages shot toward the blind fighter and he only dodged one. The ground behind him lit up with energy as he turned his head a bit. Action kicking back up again everyone was doing their best to stay out of harms way and land any kind of punch.

Clint rolled out of the way of a swinging staff placing himself next to the masked vigilante. He needed to do something to help get the man up to speed. He didn't know if it would change anything but he didn't want his friend to walk into this unwittingly. "We're fighting a sorcerer. As you can see he's made several illusions and we can't tell the difference between the real and the fake." He explained this as he fired successive shots that flew through their targets.

Daredevil's head tilted to the side and he frowned. "Energy blast." He said shoving Clint out of the way of one of the attacking figures. The archer rolled with the push and the spot he had been crouching was charred as the figure vanished with a wisp.

Daredevil walked forward and Clint could see the fear cross Steve's face from where he was cornered by seven figures. "Don't do anything rash!" The patriot shouted.

"What are you doing?!" Iron-Man cried from the air failing to dodge one of the figures and taking a blast to the shoulder. Everyone watched on edge as Daredevil walked solidly through the horde. Shifting only slightly once or twice to dodge energy blast. Figures washing through him like water.

Suddenly, the attacks all moved from the other Avengers as he advanced. He started dodging more, but still, he ignored the coming phantom punches until he stopped in front of a circle of empty space. It was only a half-second pause before Daredevil sent out three solid punches. They landed and the sorcerer fell out of empty space collapsing in a heap, as all of his illusions faded away and the energy ball's soon sputtered out after.

The whole team stared in shock. "What?" Daredevil growled. "You guys have been dancing up here like fools for the last fifteen minutes. The damage you were creating for this weakling," He motioned to the knocked out figure, "was ridiculous!"

"How did you know where the real one was?" Steve asked with aw.

"He was noisy." Daredevil snapped only to hesitate when the surprise didn't lessen. "Was it really that hard to tell?" He asked.

"Until they went 'poof.'" Clint said clipping his bow onto his back. "Nice work though. You really saved our butt's there."

"Not that we wouldn't have been able to stop him eventually." Tony said landing on the roof.

"Yes!" Thor clapped Daredevil on the back nearly knocking the man over. "I do not doubt our strength but your speedy action is much appreciated!"

"Your senses are amazing!" Clint punched the man's shoulder.

"You are hardcore." Falcon said his wings folding up as he landed. "You didn't even flinch- even if I knew they were fake I think a punch to the face would still give me pause."

Daredevil stiffened slightly. "Right- well. I… um…"

"He meditates." Clint said. "It helps him keep his cool."

Daredevil sent him a grateful smirk as the matter was dropped and they moved on to clean up.

"Could you hand me the red screwdriver." Tony asked leaning over some kind of motherboard. Daredevil paused casting out his senses. It was just him and Tony in the communal room of the Tower. Clint had stepped out to talk with Sam about something and Matt didn't want to get involved.

"Um…"

Tony snapped his fingers, which did not make the vigilante want to help him more. In fact, he was tempted to ignore him altogether. "Hurry, hurry, or do you want to see an electrical fire?"

That got Matt's attention even if he didn't know how a screwdriver would help prevent a fire. Quickly he walked over to the toolbox and froze. "Which screwdriver?"

"The red one."

"And that one is…?" Matt said feeling out the objects with his fingers trying to make sense of the vibrating mess Tony was working with.

Tony stiffened his head turning Matt's way. "Excuse me?"

Matt panicked. "Ah, I found it." He grabbed the first thing his fingers curled around and handed it over. Immediately he knew what he'd handed over was wrong. He fought back a cringe.

Tony held the tool for a good thirty seconds before he took in what Matt could only guess was a calming breath. "Daredevil…"

He turned his head away just slightly. "Yes."

"This is a socket wrench."

Daredevil grounded his teeth together to keep from snapping back. Instead, he tilted his head slightly in question. "And?"

"It's blue." Tony said flatly.

There was a flash of heat and the burning smell of plastic Tony swore. "This is not my strong suit." Matt said lamely bringing his arm up to cover his nose. He stood back and let Stark handle the destruction.

"How do you not know what a screwdriver is?!" Tony asked after successfully smothering the fire in baking soda.

In a completely level voice, Matt simply said. "I panicked."

"I'll just put it in your file." Tony sighed poking at the mess of powder plastic and metal.

Swallowing thickly Daredevil asked with thin hope. "That I don't know my tools?"

With a huff Tony drug his arm across the table tossing the ruined tech into a nearby box. "No." Tony said flatly. "That you're color blind."

"I don't know what gave you that idea." Matt denied automatically. Only to bite his tongue in realization. He'd almost lost his cool at the word blind. "What make's you say that?" He forced himself to say.

"You panicked because you can't see the color red right?" Tony said. "You weren't sure what screwdriver to give me and I had threatened fire. It freaked you out."

"You're not wrong." Matt said with a frown.

"No need to feel embarrassed." Tony said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I'll just make sure I never ask you to cut the red wire. So, how much color can you see?"

"None." Matt answered honestly.

"That must suck."

"I'm used to it." Matt forced a smile.

Tony made a noise in his throat like understanding or sympathy. It was weird. So when in the next moment Clint walked into the room with a box of doughnuts Matt greeted him happily. Which made Clint's day.

—

"That's actually brilliant and I'm mad I hadn't thought of it." Clint said later when Matt explained the event. "Tony, the mad genius, he just gave you a perfect out for like 70% of your problems."

Matt snorted. "If only he could find an excuse for yours."

Clint threw a paper ball at Matt's head and it bounced between the horn's of his mask before falling to the ground. "Ha. Ha." He said flatly. "Let's see if I help you out of your next jam."

—

"So exactly how blind are you?"

Clint felt his heart stop at the question Black Widow just directed at Daredevil. The three of them were sitting on a roof overlooking the Hutson River enjoying the quiet after a job well done. The man in question sent a scathing frown in Clint's direction. "I said nothing! I swear!" Hawkeye threw up his arms in preemptive surrender.

"He's telling the truth." Natasha said. "You just miss things sometimes… I kind of figured it out on my own."

Working his jaw the man in red sat quietly for a moment before letting out a slow breath. "It's okay, it was kind of obvious."

"Not really." Black Widow smirked. "It was in many ways- but you do not move like a blind man. It threw me for a while. So…?" She rose her brow giving the man an expectant look despite herself.

Daredevil's head tilted to the side slightly as he considered her. "I have zero light perception." He admitted finally. Clint blinked in surprise, he hadn't realized that. Natasha's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, revealing her shock as well.

"Wait. So… how?" Natasha asked.

"Like I've said. My senses are really strong. All except for my eyesight. It's kind of like echolocation…"

"Oh." Both spy's said in understanding.

"You can see why I try to hide it. It wouldn't take long to find me. Its a small area and there are only so many blind men in Hell's Kitchen…"

The two agents shared a look. "I promised not to look into you." Clint said.

"And I promised to leave you to Clint." Natasha said.

Clint laughed at this. "We'll both promised right now not to tell the others. You can consider it a spy's honor to keep this secret." Clint said holding his hand over his heart.

Natasha glared at him. "Don't speak for me, Barton."

"Come on Nat…" He gave her a puppy dog look.

She glared before her features softened and she looked to Daredevil placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's a promise." She said softly.

"We've got your back." Clint said.

Daredevil smiled in a shy kind of way. "Thanks."

Authors Notes: Next in the series a whole separate story with an actual plot! Be on the lookout for Bob and Weave! (It involves Matt meeting a whole new hero!)

At the beginning of this chapter, I threw in some of my idea's on how Matt sees. I also am going to be messing, a bit, with Matt's "truth detecting" because heart rates race for many different reasons. Fear, excitement, anger...

I'm so excited for the next story... I hope you guys are too.