Sorry for the delay! I'm taking liberties with the name of the Hydra man- he shares his name with the only actor credited as a Hydra person for Cap 2 on IMDB. Also the 15 here? Basically a nonsense number. I've no idea how many parts left. I'm guessing here!

They freeze. It's only for a moment but that's long enough. Shit we were suspicious. LiedeflectprotectFoggy.

Agreement. 'Ah well, Matt was next to me? Was next to me. The asshole had awful aim you know. Couldn't hit the broad side of a barn-' Confusion. Foggy, what do you mean notfatwhatthehell? by that? IGNORE, '- clearly and got Matt instead of me.'

Not believing it Matt gives the Avengers a bland smile even as he mentally points out the obvious to anyone with eyes. Amusement noeyes. Oh shut up. 'We were together; walking home from our office,' he somehow manages to lie.

Romonov returns Matt's bland smile. 'You said 'I'. People don't say that unless they were alone.'

Shit, shit shit. 'Slip of the tongue,' Foggy says and tries to ignore how much of a question his tone made it sound. 'I is we and we are I. It's a bit hard to tell sometimes.'

He can see the doubt creeping into Stark's face and the way Banner is nodding in understanding. Only Romonov looks unconvinced; raising a single eyebrow at them. Foggy tries to look completely innocent and like this is totally and utterly the truth.

She nods and Foggy breathes a - internal - sigh of relief. Then Matt stiffens beside him - noise behind them; movement of air; ARROW - and pushes Foggy to the side.

He catches the arrow an inch from where Foggy's head would have been. Lying half on the lounge, half off it, Foggy looks up and can't help but stare at it. PANICFUCKWHATTHEHELL.

There's a collective gasp of surprise from Stark and Banner but Foggy ignores them for now because he can feel Matt's rising anger and fuck it's directed at the still hidden Hawkeye.

'Get out of there!' Foggy cries, as Matt rises in a fluid movement. 'Hawkeye, MOVE.' Romonov rises too but Matt just leaps the lounge - which, okay that's hot -, stumbles for a step and marches towards the vent Hawkeye is now crawling out of. Matt still has the arrow in his hand.

'Hey, no. Oh damn no.' Hawkeye darts to the left and Matt moves after him. 'Look at the damned arrow, it's harmless!'

Even Matt stops at that, the room considering Hawkeye's words. Then Matt holds up the arrow. 'Foggy?'

Foggy rises and peers at it. Even from this distance, he can see the bright orange sucker cup on the arrow. Ah. Shit.

'You see?' Hawkeye lowers his hands, clearly thinking Matt's calming down. 'Harmless.'

There's only a moment of warning for Foggy - the feeling of Matt's anger surging until he suddenly becomes deadly calm - before Matt punches him in the jaw. Hawkeye stumbles under the blow and Matt smiles, his satisfaction running through Foggy. It's almost a nice feeling. Almost.

'You're lucky it was,' he says darkly and turns, walking back to his position on the lounge as if nothing had happened.

Foggy finally looks at the other three Avengers. Stark's jaw is on the floor, Banner is blinking continuously and Romonov... well she looks somewhere between pissed and amused.

'How have you not killed anyone yet?' she asks and yeah that's amusement.

Matt flinches, shameguiltfeardevilinme running through him... them. Reassurancebeliefyouareagoodman. Admit nothing?

Displeasureannoyance Bit late for that, Foggy.

No confession; no proof. 'I don't think you've noticed, Miss Romonov. Hell's Kitchen's Devil doesn't kill.' Foggy takes pleasure in the surprise that flickers across her face. 'It's not the job of the devil to kill after all. He's just the tempter.'

'You're not religious.' The surety in Romonov's voice is vaguely annoying.

'I am though,' Matt says gently, his anger kept out of his voice. 'And at the moment, it's a bit all over the place who's what.'

'You both are shit liars.' Hawkeye drops into the chair across from them, cutting into the conversation. 'Nice punch Daredevil,' he says without a hint of anger. 'And I really want to know how you knew it was coming.'

Stark finally picks up his jaw and finds his voice. 'So do I. Nelson wasn't looking so it wasn't his sight.' He pauses and peers at Matt's face. 'Are you even really blind?'

'Yes.' Foggy and Matt snap in unison; their anger flaring. They rise as one too, ready to walk out.

Banner is on his feet in a moment. 'We're sorry. Please, sit. I promise we can find a gag for Tony.' Matt shares his honest heartbeat but Foggy can feel that he's leaving their decision to Foggy.

'Why should we stay?' Foggy offers Matt his arm, and Matt fumbles for his cane.

'Because you're going to go chase down this man and we can help.' Hawkeye is the only Avenger still seated and he's playing with the arrow he'd fired at Foggy. He looks up and meets Foggy's eyes. 'We can watch his back. Keep him safe for you.'

SafetyhelpprotectMatt.

Foggy-

My choice?

Your choice. Foggy can feel Matt's reluctant acceptance. He's not going to fight Foggy on this.

'Okay then.' They sit back down.

********

The room is silent for a long moment. Even Foggy's thoughts are quiet, nothing more than a sense of vaguely guilty relief. Matt thinks he should be madder that Foggy's basically signed him up to the Avengers but all he can feel is Foggy's relief at the thought of him safe and well. It's hard to be mad.

'So. Plan of attack?' Hawkeye finally prompts. Matt really does need to remember his actual name at some point. Batton? Barklet? Bar-something. Hawkeye works. Annoyed/whereismemory? Perfectionist. Amused/annoyed/bestfriend/amuseannoy

Stark makes an annoyed noise but Matt hears the movement of air - and Foggy shows him the visual of - as Banner covers his mouth. 'No Tony.'

'He wants to know how I do what I do,' Matt says with a smile. Stark nods violently, such that Foggy doesn't even bother to narrate the movement. I heard that! With my ears. Matt leans forward, 'Good luck finding out.'

Hawkeye laughs as Banner groans. Tony Stark's eyes just lit up Matty. I think amusementworry you're going to regret that challenge.

Probably.

'What else do you have on this man?' Foggy asks, showing Matt the image of the map that's still floating in mid air.

Romonov shrugs. 'Not a lot. You're the only one to have seen him and lived. We have video surveillance of the areas of the attacks but not all of them are working.'

'Hell's Kitchen. Not exactly the best place for security cameras.' Thank God. Matt adds as an aside to Foggy, who sends him a pulse of worry at the idea of Matt being caught by something that's often hard for him to detect. I'm careful

'So you'll need me to describe him?'

Stark laughs. 'We can do you one better.' Matt hears a bunch of beeps and Foggy shows him the collection of mugshots he's just replaced the map with. 'Find him in that.'

Foggy nods and begins to flick through them. Matt tries to help for the first page but it's quickly obvious that his grasp of sight, even through Foggy, is well... foggy. At best. Bad pun Buddy

You love them though.

Yeah I do. 'Oh hey! Stop! I think that's him.' Foggy points to a man wedged in the bottom corner.

Matt doesn't need to see to sense the confusion in the room. 'I don't know him,' Banner finally states. 'You guys?'

There's a collective head shake. Matt just shrugs. 'And his name is?'

Oh SHIT sorry guiltyconfusionguilt. Mitchell Yee?

'Don't know him,' Matt says with a shake of his head. 'Should I?'

'Not as far as I can tell,' Stark is making a lot of computerised beeping noises and Foggy is way too amused at the sight. 'By the way, that's still creepy.'

'You're the reason we have it,' Matt argues.

'I blame Thor.'

Matt rolls his eyes, aware Foggy is doing the same. 'So, who is this man?'

'Hydra grunt,' Romonov says. 'Barely high ranking enough to even have a photo in our database.' She makes a humming noise. 'I'll ask around. Some of my contacts still exist.'

'So will we,' Foggy says. 'There's gotta be a reason for Hell's Kitchen, right?' He checks his watch. 'Speaking of which, we'd better get back to it.'

Hawkeye nods. 'You got a number for us?'

'We've Banner's. Or Stark's.' Matt frowns as he tries to remember who actually called this morning.

'JARVIS, put everyone's numbers on their phones.' Matt stiffens at the invasion of privacy.

So does Foggy. 'You do that JARVIS and Matt'll kick your ass.'

JARVIS sounds amused. 'I doubt that is possible as I lack an ass to kick but I will endeavour to not invade your privacy for Sir's every whim.'

'Spoil sport.' Right that's it. Matt needs to leave, right now. He rises.

'If that's all then?'

Foggy shows him Romonov's fierce look as she nods but only later, once they've fled the tower. Right then, all Matt gets is the nod before he's high-tailing it out of there.

He has a name and that's somewhere to begin tonight. Right behind you buddy. Foggy's light tone doesn't hide his fear and anxiousness at the thought of Matt 'Daredeviling' tonight.

...Maybe there's something they have to do first.