Matt Murdock Shorts

Featuring Hawkeye

When you were young, you got an ear infection that caused you to become deaf. Your hearing did come back, but never in full, so you've always been more comfortable with American Sign Language.

When you were little, you met a little blonde boy in the waiting room at the doctor's office. When you tried talking to him though, he just pointed to his ear and shook his head. Your little eyes lit up and you started going off in ASL, but all you received in return was a blank stare. You tilted your head to the side, wondering why he didn't know ASL if he couldn't hear but shrugged and asked your mom for a notebook. She rifled through her purse for a minute but finally produced a pen and paper. You went on to teach him his first few signs. How to spell his name, nice to meet you, and things like that. He seemed less distraught after that, but the nurse called you in next and he was gone when you came out.

It wasn't until years later that you met Clint Barton again. You recognized him when he finger spelled his name by his leg as he told you his name. You put it all together, and it was all you could do not to throw your arms around the- now Avenger's- neck. You sheepishly asked him if he remembered you. Turns out he did- if the bear hug he tackled you with was anything to go by. His switch to signing was immediate as he expressed his gratitude for pulling him out of his pit of fear and frustration that day. That moment alone was where you built your friendship from.

It's been years since then, and you've been through everything from alien invasions, to breakups together. Now Clint is finally making good on his promise to bring you to the Avenger's tower. You're ecstatic; considering you're part of the ever-dwindling group who appreciates enhanced individuals helping out. Then again, knowing one of the Avengers personally could mean you're biased.

Clint gives you the tour and introduces you to The Falcon, Black Widow, and Captain America as you run into them. If you thought meeting them was exciting, you should've prepared yourself for what's around the corner. Clint leads you to the main room, and there's Daredevil, in all his glory, talking to Tony Stark. Clint sees it too and whips around to look at you just in time to see your eyes widen. He laughs at you, knowing Daredevil is your favorite hero you've never met.

"You going to be okay?" Clint signs.

You smack his arm at the teasing. "I'll be fine as long as I get to meet him." You sign back.

"You're not going to have a fangirl attack on me, are you?" He can't keep the grin off his face.

"Have I had one yet, asshole?" You glare, but it's half-hearted.

"What are you signing about over there?" Tony asks. "And who's your hot friend Clint?"

"I'm y/n. Who's your hot friend, Mr. Stark?" You retort.

"Touche. Although, you can call me Tony."

"You make that sound like a privilege," Clint tells him before turning to you and Matt. "Don't let him fool you. Everyone calls him Tony."

"In response to the lady's question," Tony makes a point of ignoring Clint. "This is Daredevil. He won't tell me his name or join our team."

"It's nice to meet you Daredevil."

"And you," your name rolls off his tongue, sounding much too flirty for it to be an accident.

"Well, it looks like you don't need me." Clint interrupts the moment like the cock block he is. "I'm Clint." He extends his hand to Daredevil.

"It's nice to officially meet you." He pauses. "I appreciate the help on this one case, but I work better alone. Besides, I need to clean up my city. I'll leave the alien invasions and supervillains to you."