Occasionally, Matt truly did miss being able to see.  Though his enhanced senses had compensated him for the loss of his sight in many ways, there were things that they simply could not replace.  The inability to check his appearance in a mirror being one of them.  He'd gotten quite good at coordinating his clothing, and he kept his hair simple enough so as not to worry, but he was allowed some measure of self-consciousness.

When he'd told Karen and Foggy about his encounter with the Russian woman at the coffee house, Foggy had not been surprised at all, chalking it up to the Murdock luck he'd come to recognize.  Karen, though, Karen had seemed rather jealous...


But Matt decidedly wanted to know more about this woman.  Something about her... was rather curious.  Perhaps just his imagination, but after the crazy days he'd had lately, it was probably worth following up on.

And if it wasn't, then he got a nice dinner and a nice evening out of it.  Fair enough trade.

tags: matt murdock, natasha romanova

New York City was always bustling with people and traffic.  It was one of the busiest cities in the world and one of the largest.  Money flowed in and out of the city quicker than the rivers that bordered Manhattan.  It was the perfect target for a terrorist organization known as HYDRA.  It was the middle of the day when green and yellow hooded individuals poured out of semis near the United Nations building.  That was not their real target.  While they were attacking the UN, more were in the financial district and setting off explosions near the Federal Reserve Bank of New York.  The gold being housed there was worth billions.

tags: ant-man/giant man, matt murdock, sif, spider-woman-drew, the thing, wolverine

 Heading out of the bar's doors, Clint pocketed his night's winnings with a whistle and lost the drunken slouch he had had not five minutes ago. There was either groceries or rent for another few days, easy money. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he spun on his heel to head home for the night. It was a quiet walk, most nights, and he didn't usually worry much about being bothered the half dozen blocks between bar and home. He wasn't stupid, however, he did keep both ears open as he threaded through the shadowy streets. 

tags: clint barton, matt murdock