Chapter 4
“And you’re sure this is it?” Clint eyed the building in front of him with a doubting frown. “I googled the address, you know, and apparently that lawyer that brought Fisk down lives here. I don’t know if it’s the same apartment, but it’s still a massive coincidence, don’t you think?”
Tony shrugged. “I don’t know. We don’t know anything about Daredevil, so anything is possible.” He sighed and started walking towards the entrance. “Only one way to find out what’s going on with this guy.”
Suddenly Clint remembered something he hadn’t considered before, so naturally he let out a panicked yelp and held the other man back by his jacket. “Hold on!” He ignored the bewildered look he got from the genius and quietly asked: “What if he’s in his normal clothes? Like not wearing his costume?”
Tony raised an eyebrow. “Then he won’t be able to bullshit us anymore.”
And with that he entered the building.
The archer hesitated for a brief moment, before telling himself ‘fuck it’ and following suit. He was faintly aware, that this visit might cause more problems than it solved, but at the same time he really really wanted to meet the man behind the mask.
Matt was having a bad day. He’d had a fight with Foggy about the whole Avengers-situation and now the blond refused to stop shooting Matt disapproving looks, which he knew Matt could sense. Meanwhile, Karen was hunting another story with the potential of dragging herself into more danger than she’d bargained for, but Matt wasn’t allowed to keep tabs on her anymore when she went out to investigate, because she claimed that she could take care of herself.
Logically speaking, Matt knew that, but at the same time his protective instincts went into overdrive every time she went out with the intention of annoying powerful people into giving her information, so that he was left with anxiety flooding his body like a million ants.
It didn’t get much better later that day. Three people bumped into him on his way home and two of them cursed at him. By the time he stood in front of his apartment, his annoyance and frustration was dialled up to 11. Then he dropped his keys twice before finally managing to open the lock and then, as if that hadn’t been enough already, there was a knock on his door.
He was ready to ignore whoever it was that was disturbing him, but then he caught a whiff of motor-oil and the sound of a heartbeat he’d only heard once before. He pinched his nose in annoyance and let out a heavy sigh. If he didn’t answer the door, he wasn’t sure Stark and Barton wouldn’t break in to search for evidence of Daredevil.
Matt walked to the door and plastered on his best mildly confused expression. “Can I help you?”
There was a short, possibly shocked silence, before Stark cleared his throat. “Yeah, actually, you can. I’m assuming you’re buddies with Daredevil, because I tracked his phone, and it brought us here.”
Matt could sense Barton shooting a surprised look at the other man. The vigilante figured, that the two Avengers hadn’t agreed on barging in with the truth like that. He raised an eyebrow. “Really. And what exactly are you hoping to learn from a blind man? A description of his voice?” He tilted his head to the side slightly, listening to the frustration build up in the two men in front of him.
“If his phone is here, then he has to be here, too!” Barton huffed in annoyance.
“And what makes you think he didn’t climb out the window the second you knocked on my door and decided to make my day even worse, Mr. Barton?”
For a moment, neither of the men seemed to know what to reply to that. Perhaps they were surprised that Matt had recognized them, perhaps they simply didn’t know what to say. Eventually, Barton cautiously asked: “Would you mind answering some questions though?”
“Yes, I would. He is none of your business and I am not looking to get caught in the middle of some weird fight between the glorious Avengers and a vigilante.” Matt gestured towards the stairs and added: “Now if you would excuse me.”
With that, he shut the door and slowly shuffled to his couch to get some rest before going out as Daredevil in the evening.
Clint stared at the closed door in front of him for a solid minute, before he turned to Tony. “That … that was that lawyer.”
Tony nodded slowly. “Yep.” He frowned. “So what now?”
“Well, I’m guessing Daredevil won’t be too happy, that we invaded his friend’s privacy. We should probably go home and let him make the next move.”
The genius frowned a little harder. “It’s like we’re playing chess. And I’m not sure we’re the ones winning.”