Matt Murdock/Clint Barton
Requested by a-nerdy-kat on Tumblr. #13, Blind date.
“Nat, I really don’t think this is a good idea.”
He should’ve figured something was up when she practically forced him out of the air ducts, wrestled him into a silk button down and -- no joke -- leather pants, and dragged him to a nice Italian restaurant downtown. Apparently, he had a date. A blind date. Literally.
“Re-lax,” Natasha said quietly. “He’s one of Claire’s friends. You’ll like him.”
Clint sighed. “Nat, you’re my friend, but forgive me if I don’t entirely trust your judgement, especially after last time.”
“So the guy was a HYDRA agent in disguise. I said I was sorry about that. This time, I personally vetted him. He’s clean.”
Clint was still skeptical, but he didn’t have time to mention it as Claire and her friend entered the restaurant. “Wow. Really hope you’re right.”
Nat knew him too well. The guy was just his type: lean, dark, and handsome. Clint had a hard time believing that this guy was a lawyer. Even from across the restaurant, he could tell that Matt Murdock didn’t just sit behind a desk all day.
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“He’s very good looking, Matt. Play your cards right and you might get to feel for yourself later on.”
Matt knew he completely failed at concealing his smile. He could easily hear Natasha and her friend talking from across the room. Honestly, he was relieved the guy was skeptical. A little skepticism -- especially in the kind of world they lived in -- wasn’t just healthy, but smart.
But that wasn’t why he was smiling. The man with Natasha was nervous. Breathing a little heavier than the average human’s normal, heart beating faster.
Matt hadn’t realized he was moving until Claire gently pulled him to a stop in front of Natasha.
“Matt, this is my accident prone, boneheaded, comedian of a partner, Clint. Clint, this is Matt, a blind man who kicks ass better than you in hand to hand combat, but shares your penchant for frequenting Dumpsters.”
Clint spluttered for a few moments before saying: “I’d like to test that claim sometime.”
Matt couldn’t help himself. “The hand to hand combat or the Dumpster diving?”
Clint smirked. “Both.”