Unfortunately Foggy
“Clint?”
“Yeah.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Well I was in the area and have a day and a night off so I was wondering what you are… doing… tonight.”
“Clint that makes it sound like you want to have sex with me,” Matt laughed.
“What? No! I just… saw that you had company and…”
“Okay now it really sounds like-”
“I’m not! I don’t. You know what I mean.” Matt laughed again. “Matt!”
“Who are you talking to?” Matt’s company yelled from the kitchen.
“He’s- he’s just a friend!”
“Uh-huh.”
“Clint!” Matt whispered forcefully. “Come back at 9:30 tonight.” Clint gave him thumbs up and left. Matt smiled to himself because of Clint’s awkwardness but was quickly pulled back into reality by Foggy- his company.
“Matt, we really need to finish up here.”
“Yeah, I’m coming.” He found Foggy looking at him slightly amused, one eyebrow raised accusingly. “What?”
“So you’re clearly not ‘just friends’ and you’re not into men as far as I know, so which vigilante is Clint?”
“What?”
“You heard me. He just happens to be in the area so he isn’t from around here. Is he an Avenger? Wait, it was Clint, right? Wow, you’re now fighting crime with Clint Barton, Avenger’s Hawkeye. Right? You let an Avenger find out your secret identity?” Foggy was clearly not happy with that little bit.
“I didn’t let him! We happened to be fighting different people and just were nearby. I got pretty injured and he got me here somehow and helped me out a bit. I don’t even remember most of what happened! The morning after we had questions, of course, and he knew what I look like
and where I live so what’s the harm in telling him the rest?”
“What’s the harm. Ha.” His laugh held no humor. “You do know that he’s an Avenger, right?”
“Yes and I trust him.”
“You’ve barely met him! You know what, I don’t care. I don’t care, do what you want with this vigilante stuff.”
“I can trust him.”
“Can we just get back to finishing our defense?”
Matt couldn’t wait for 9:30 to come around. He needed a distraction and something told him this twenty-something year old would do very well at distracting. The time finally rolled around and Clint showed up at his door, an entire coffee pot in his hand.
“Y’ know, 9:30 is pretty early for vigilante stuff, old man. When’s your bedtime? 10:30?”
“I’m not old. I’m 30.”
“Yeah and I’m 18.”
“Aren’t you?”
“No! I’m 28.”
“Really? I guess I have to stop thinking of you as the child Avenger.”
“Ha ha. I apparently look a lot younger than I am.”
“I guess I’ll take your word for it.”
“Oh.” There was a second of awkward silence.
“So are you coming in?” Matt finally asked.
“Yeah.” As they came into the apartment, Matt realized that 28 made sense. The Avengers wouldn’t let in a kid. And he was at least 6’ 3” and definitely over 200 pounds.
“So your company earlier today. Business partner, right?” Clint wondered.
“Yeah. He wasn’t too happy about the whole revealing my identity sort of thing. He recently found out I was Daredevil and it’s been a bit rocky ever since.”
“I feel ya. Once I had a brother. Then I almost killed him and stole a lot of his money. So I didn’t see him for a long time.”
“I feel like these are two very different scenarios.”
The rest of the night was interesting to say the least. At first Matt didn’t want to admit it, but he did like having a partner out in the field.