People are curious about Daredevil's secret identity. That much, Kate's figured out for herself--there's a page on BuzzFeed dedicated to puzzling out just who might be the man beneath the mask, and whenever she's bored she pulls it up and has a laugh, asks Matt if he's Cary Elwes or Gwendoline Christie if he's there with her.
Apparently, "people" includes "the Avengers".
"So," Tony begins, after a highly exhaustive clean-up of a HYDRA splinter cell near some podunk town in the Midwest, "you know Daredevil, right?"
"I've teamed up with him a few times, sure," says Kate, pulling arrows out of corpses. "Why?"
"Just wondering," says Tony, "do you know that BuzzFeed article on him, does he look like Inigo Montoya or--"
"How would I know?" Kate huffs. "He's never taken his mask off in front of me, he's a pretty secretive guy. Anyway, isn't that the point of a mask?"
"What, not even once?"
Kate should probably feel worse about lying to an Avenger, but Tony's got some views on the superhero laws that she's been hearing rumors about that spells Trouble. Matt's got enough of that on his plate already. "Nope," says Kate. "Never."
--
"So that was a great time, thanks, Miss Not-So-Teenage Witch," Spider-Man's saying--Wanda doesn't usually let loose on a street setting, but there'd been some thugs coming after a young girl and Wanda had been in the vicinity, as was Spider-Man, it seems--and now Spider-Man's spinning a silk cocoon around the thugs, dangling them upside-down from a fire escape. The girl is long gone, having profusely thanked Wanda before running off.
Wanda glances up at Spider-Man. He's a teenager, that's obvious enough from what she can read off him--he thinks of schoolwork, of grades, of going back to his home and sleeping peacefully until the night comes. Except--
"You're far from home," she says.
Spider-Man waves a hand. "Yeah, well, I got a standing appointment with a good buddy of mine," he says, and a hooded figure in black and white--a girl, near his age--flashes, and along with it an old grief that Wanda knows, mixed with a joy that she has not known for a long time. "And 'sides, Hell's Kitchen has some of the best sandwiches around."
"I'll take your word for that," she says, dryly, before her curiosity rears up--if this is Hell's Kitchen, then: "Have you run into the Daredevil, by any chance?"
A warm couch. Grilled cheese sandwiches. Someone narrating Firefly. The sound of bones breaking and a door falling, the sound of rescue coming at last.
"Once or twice, sure," says Spider-Man, and Wanda knows at once that he's lying through his teeth--he knows Daredevil, knows who he is, wants to keep his secret safe. "He's a pretty tough nut to crack, but he's a good guy. Why, there room on the Avengers?"
"I was just curious," she says. "I've heard rumors."
"You and everybody else in the Kitchen," Spider-Man chuckles. "Gotta go, got somebody I'd hate to stand up, see you 'round, Miss Witch!"
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Apparently, "people" includes "the Avengers".
"So," Tony begins, after a highly exhaustive clean-up of a HYDRA splinter cell near some podunk town in the Midwest, "you know Daredevil, right?"
"I've teamed up with him a few times, sure," says Kate, pulling arrows out of corpses. "Why?"
"Just wondering," says Tony, "do you know that BuzzFeed article on him, does he look like Inigo Montoya or--"
"How would I know?" Kate huffs. "He's never taken his mask off in front of me, he's a pretty secretive guy. Anyway, isn't that the point of a mask?"
"What, not even once?"
Kate should probably feel worse about lying to an Avenger, but Tony's got some views on the superhero laws that she's been hearing rumors about that spells Trouble. Matt's got enough of that on his plate already. "Nope," says Kate. "Never."
--
"So that was a great time, thanks, Miss Not-So-Teenage Witch," Spider-Man's saying--Wanda doesn't usually let loose on a street setting, but there'd been some thugs coming after a young girl and Wanda had been in the vicinity, as was Spider-Man, it seems--and now Spider-Man's spinning a silk cocoon around the thugs, dangling them upside-down from a fire escape. The girl is long gone, having profusely thanked Wanda before running off.
Wanda glances up at Spider-Man. He's a teenager, that's obvious enough from what she can read off him--he thinks of schoolwork, of grades, of going back to his home and sleeping peacefully until the night comes. Except--
"You're far from home," she says.
Spider-Man waves a hand. "Yeah, well, I got a standing appointment with a good buddy of mine," he says, and a hooded figure in black and white--a girl, near his age--flashes, and along with it an old grief that Wanda knows, mixed with a joy that she has not known for a long time. "And 'sides, Hell's Kitchen has some of the best sandwiches around."
"I'll take your word for that," she says, dryly, before her curiosity rears up--if this is Hell's Kitchen, then: "Have you run into the Daredevil, by any chance?"
A warm couch. Grilled cheese sandwiches. Someone narrating Firefly. The sound of bones breaking and a door falling, the sound of rescue coming at last.
"Once or twice, sure," says Spider-Man, and Wanda knows at once that he's lying through his teeth--he knows Daredevil, knows who he is, wants to keep his secret safe. "He's a pretty tough nut to crack, but he's a good guy. Why, there room on the Avengers?"
"I was just curious," she says. "I've heard rumors."
"You and everybody else in the Kitchen," Spider-Man chuckles. "Gotta go, got somebody I'd hate to stand up, see you 'round, Miss Witch!"