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“There’s no dearth of kindness
In the world of ours;
Only in our blindness
We gather thorns for flowers.”
Gerald Massey

Natasha Romanov had powers the world knew not, Clint discovered all over again. In the aftermath of a frankly embarrassing raid where Hydra destroyed their entire base and the Avengers’ dignity with an electromagnetic pulse, she’d managed to convince Daredevil to actually set foot in Avengers Tower.

The EMP had been the most intense Tony had ever encountered. It took out every light except the arc reactor itself, which flickered in the aftermath and left Tony gasping. Natasha’s taser-bracelets were toast. The communicators weren't even good for paperweights. Clint’s hearing aids were also useless, making Clint useless by extension. Hydra vanished like they were cockroaches that skittered away in the dark because the jerks did everything backwards.

Daredevil had been sprinting through the pitch-black base like a lunatic when Natasha thought he was one of the Hydra grunts. He had managed to yell “It’s Daredevil, Widow” somewhere between her third kick and the typically-inevitable thighs of death, so really the guy was ridiculously fast. It was possibly bizarro guilt that had convinced him to attend an actual debriefing. Natasha had landed a kick straight on top of his previously cracked rib and looked sadly in his direction until he huffed and stumbled into the pickup van. She hadn’t even started the polite monologue about collapsed lungs being a terrible way to spend his day. Clint always got the collapsed lungs speech.

Clint, meanwhile, had happily accepted his backup hearing aids and could hear again before they were even halfway back to the tower. Daredevil hadn’t seemed all that surprised to learn that Clint was mostly deaf, which was cool. It was actually insulting how many people seemed to think that he couldn’t have a good eye after his hearing had been damaged.

His goodwill toward Daredevil was fading fast, however, because the asshole wasn’t even trying. The Avengers had agreed that adding hand-signs to the repertoire would be a good idea in case communications went down again or for times when speaking out loud was just a bad idea. He and Natasha had their own language of signs already for days when the hearing aids were too much, and combined with Steve’s World War II handsigns and Tony’s ideas about which would be easiest to make in gauntlets, they were developing a good basic language.

Daredevil, meanwhile, wasn’t even watching while Steve demonstrated his usual signal for “enemies ahead.” He had his head cocked to the side, sure, and looked like he was frowning in concentration, but he was actually looking at Steve’s shoulders instead of his hands.

Clint sunk lower in his chair and pretended it was fine that Daredevil, Mr. Rapt Attention to Plans of Engagement that same morning, didn’t care about nice gestures for a deaf teammate. Not like he had that much room to whine, he used hearing aids and usually passed for normal. He considered himself small-d deaf, he compensated fine.

“Let’s break for lunch,” Steve suggested, because he was Clint’s favorite after Natasha.

“I should get going, actually,” Daredevil hedged. Clint deducted another two points, one for the dodge and one for not being honest about it. “I called out of my day job already, but I could still get a few hours of work in.”

“This is important, Daredevil,” Steve said, frowning. He looked straight at Daredevil with the Captain America Wants You To Consider Your Life Decisions look.

Daredevil didn’t even pause. The man was a mutant, nobody could ever hold up in the face of Captain America’s Earnest Disapproval. He did actually make eye contact, though, instead of staring off into space. “We don’t work together enough for these to be that useful. I don’t do Hydra, I don’t do aliens falling out of the sky. I take care of Hell’s Kitchen.”

Natasha glanced at the red-suited maniac. “You’re skipping lunch? Tony’s buying.”

“Rushman, you don’t have an expense account anymore.” Tony was already tapping something into his tablet, though, so they all knew lunch was coming soon. “Privilege revoked.”

“Pepper’s in charge of my HR file and we both know it,” Natasha replied with a hint of a smile. “I still temp for her sometimes. Beyond that, we carried your suit out of a Hydra base with no working elevators, Stark. You owe us lunch. Thai?”

Clint hid a smirk at the way Daredevil suddenly looked far more interested. Tony agreed to Thai and picking up the bill, no less.

Daredevil muttered something about restrooms before fleeing the room as if someone was about to try to make small talk with him. Previous attempts at conversation had been actually sad. Steve had asked him about movies during the last team up, and it seemed Mr. Daredevil was too special to go to the movie theater like normal superheroes who took nights off. When Bruce invited him to movie nights sometime, costume welcome, Daredevil had turned him down flat and found his first excuse to wander off into the shadows.

“Well, that could have gone better,” Steve muttered.

“Maybe he’ll pick it up later,” Clint suggested, trying to be gracious that Daredevil’s attempts at replicating hand gestures had been frankly awful. “We could take a video demonstrating the signs we settle on for him to look over later.”

After lunch, Steve suggested that Daredevil could work on signals later after they sent the video to him. That went over poorly.

Daredevil’s cell phone was a burner that didn’t play videos. He didn’t even want to exchange numbers; he only conceded to the combined powers of Natasha and Steve’s palpable irritation. He’d shoved his beat-up prepaid phone to Natasha and left her to enter their main line and her own number. He did recite his number for Steve, but apparently didn’t have an e-mail not tied to his civilian identity and didn’t want himself on SHIELD’s radar.

Clint wasn’t sure how a man in bright red pleather planned to get from the Tower to Hell’s Kitchen in broad daylight, but he didn’t let himself care too much about the guy’s contingency plans. He’d thought Daredevil was okay with working with the Avengers and maybe starting to fit into a team. Maybe they’d been expecting too much from a guy who didn’t even wander out of Hell’s Kitchen without direct coaxing.

oooh, great beginning! i love how you're setting up the atmosphere and the inevitable blowout.

!!! *unrolls sleeping bag* *gets out binoculars* *hunkers down to read and reread and reread some more*

Same!

Love how you are creating the context for all the upcoming angst. More, now, please?

Woohoo! Yay!! :)

Oh man this is amazing. SO GOOD!

I'd been hoping to write a fill for this myself but this is so awesome it won't matter if I never get around to it...

I love this! Great fic!

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