Pizza and a Lawsuit
“Matt.”
“Clint? Is that you?”
“Listen, I need a lawyer. And quickly. How fast can you get to… uh… I think I’m in Brooklyn.”
“What have you done?”
“I got mixed up in some tough business and I need a lawyer. I can pay you double your usual rate.”
“On my way.”
“That was, by far, the weirdest case I’ve ever done. Tracksuit mafia? Who in their right mind would join a tracksuit mafia?” Matt laughed at the oddness of it.
“I know, right? I’m surprised you won the case. Well, actually I guess I’m not. Who in their right mind would hire a member of the tracksuit mafia to be their lawyer? Those guys get dumber every time I see them. Anyway, what are you doing for the rest of the day?”
“I was going to try to get more clients before I have to sell my apartment. Foggy still sends me cases he doesn’t do but it’s less and less every day.”
“Sounds boring. How about instead we go to my place? The other Hawkeye is out of town and without her I don’t really have any self control and tend to do things that tend to make me need to call a lawyer so maybe you could, you know, stop me from dying.”
“I can’t, I really need to find more people.”
“I’ll help you.” Matt still seemed uncertain. “I actually have a bunch of clients in mind already. I own an apartment building with a lot of people who need a lot of legal help.”
“Oh alright.”
“So this brother of yours…”
“Barney?”
“Barney. Is he still mad at you?”
“Nah. He got what he wanted. He took off with my neighbor and her two kids, who was one of my only friends, and pretty much all of my money.”
“That’s… not good.”
“Nope. And the other Hawkeye took off and stole my dog. Who knows where she is. And this was right after running away to the other side of the country leaving me to deal with the tracksuit mafia which was when I got stabbed in the ears and lost 80% of my hearing for good.”
“Equally not good.”
“Nope. And before that my wife divorced me.”
“Also not good.”
“Nope. What about you?”
“I lost my friends and law firm because of being Daredevil. Foggy made me choose. If I’m being honest with you, I regret my decision every day.”
“What about every night?” Matt smiled to himself. Of course Clint knew what he had left out of his previous statement.
“I know I could never give up helping people every night. It was just a high price to pay.”
“Well this has gotten depressing. Have you ever met Captain America?”
They had a somewhat odd conversation and hung out for many hours. Much pizza was ordered. By the end of the night, Matt had found a new friend, and Clint might have, too.