Matt assumed that if there was trouble to be found from helping the Avengers with the (apparently) only sometimes-visible giant space worms that started ravaging Hell's Kitchen, it would've come from the Daredevil side of things. Which was why he jumped into the fight; it wasn't hard, particularly, because the worms - slugs? - moved slowly and didn't have a lot of teeth; the biggest problem was the caustic slime that they sprayed in front of them. It took a couple hours of hard work, but the worst thing that happened was he got burned - not badly - on one bare hand, and bruised from accidentally colliding with Iron Man. (Which was when they realized that the worms were only visible sometimes: Iron Man hadn't seen it, apparently, but there was no mistaking the smell.)
No, it was in the aftermath that it became clear just how screwed he actually was, and what a bad idea it had been.
"Nice job, Murdock," Tony Stark - in the Iron Man suit, which hurt Matt's ears in a new and weird way - said. That was enough to send his stomach swooping down to his toes, what the fuck, how could Tony Stark possibly know or care who he was, under the mask?
"Who?" he asked. "Uh."
"Stark, don't be an asshole," Captain America said. "Seriously, though, that was good work, Mr - Daredevil, it would've taken twice as long without your help."
"How am I an asshole," Stark started, "like, yeah, hate to tell you, but that mask exposes three or four points that facial recognition software uses, did you not know this?"
"Tony, don't stalk people," a man said, sounding tired but not particularly upset.
"I'm not Murdock I don't know who that is," Matt said. He'd had control of the situation when it involved giant space worms, why was it so - how had he lost control here?
"Whoa whoa whoa," Stark said, "haha Bruce, my friend, I am not the bad guy this time, it's facial recognition, sure, but if you think Hill hadn't already started a file on this guy you are out of your damn mind, you know how creepy SHIELD is."
"You have a file on me? you - the organization full of nazis has a file on - I have to go," Matt said. Fuck.
"No no," Stark said, cheerful, like this was a minor misunderstanding and not a serious fucking disaster, "no, it's fine, everyone has one, look, come back to the Tower, get that leg looked at, we're gonna eat burritos, you can bring your - partner, buddy, whoever, we don't judge, SI is a very twenty-first century kind of company. Socially."
"We're hunting down HYDRA," Captain America said. "Good people are risking their lives to hunt down HYDRAa agents." He sounded offended: Matt did not give a fuck.
proper fill: that's not my name (1/5)
Matt assumed that if there was trouble to be found from helping the Avengers with the (apparently) only sometimes-visible giant space worms that started ravaging Hell's Kitchen, it would've come from the Daredevil side of things. Which was why he jumped into the fight; it wasn't hard, particularly, because the worms - slugs? - moved slowly and didn't have a lot of teeth; the biggest problem was the caustic slime that they sprayed in front of them. It took a couple hours of hard work, but the worst thing that happened was he got burned - not badly - on one bare hand, and bruised from accidentally colliding with Iron Man. (Which was when they realized that the worms were only visible sometimes: Iron Man hadn't seen it, apparently, but there was no mistaking the smell.)
No, it was in the aftermath that it became clear just how screwed he actually was, and what a bad idea it had been.
"Nice job, Murdock," Tony Stark - in the Iron Man suit, which hurt Matt's ears in a new and weird way - said. That was enough to send his stomach swooping down to his toes, what the fuck, how could Tony Stark possibly know or care who he was, under the mask?
"Who?" he asked. "Uh."
"Stark, don't be an asshole," Captain America said. "Seriously, though, that was good work, Mr - Daredevil, it would've taken twice as long without your help."
"How am I an asshole," Stark started, "like, yeah, hate to tell you, but that mask exposes three or four points that facial recognition software uses, did you not know this?"
"Tony, don't stalk people," a man said, sounding tired but not particularly upset.
"I'm not Murdock I don't know who that is," Matt said. He'd had control of the situation when it involved giant space worms, why was it so - how had he lost control here?
"Whoa whoa whoa," Stark said, "haha Bruce, my friend, I am not the bad guy this time, it's facial recognition, sure, but if you think Hill hadn't already started a file on this guy you are out of your damn mind, you know how creepy SHIELD is."
"You have a file on me? you - the organization full of nazis has a file on - I have to go," Matt said. Fuck.
"No no," Stark said, cheerful, like this was a minor misunderstanding and not a serious fucking disaster, "no, it's fine, everyone has one, look, come back to the Tower, get that leg looked at, we're gonna eat burritos, you can bring your - partner, buddy, whoever, we don't judge, SI is a very twenty-first century kind of company. Socially."
"We're hunting down HYDRA," Captain America said. "Good people are risking their lives to hunt down HYDRAa agents." He sounded offended: Matt did not give a fuck.
"No," Matt said, horrified, "do not follow me."