Authors Notes: This story is longer, overall, then the original three chapter story of Blind Revelations. It's a full-on book. Plot and everything.

Things of Note: This is a story based very strongly on everything that happens before Infinity Wars. Some things are different though. Clint still has his family but he also has his own apartment for when he needs to be in NY. (It gives him his own space) This apartment is taken from the comics that I'm familiar with… (Which aren't many) and the bit I've learned from wiki… Also, takes place after season 3 of Daredevil.

EDIT: I've edited this chapter and fixed some grammatical and spelling errors... Nothing has really changed but I hope it flows a little better. I plan on editing the future chapters as well. (I tried.)

Summary: It all start's in Hell's Kitchen with a bomb. Matt Murdock has fallen under Hawkeye's radar. It seems the archer is the only one willing to suspect a blind man of having the ability to blow things up. Spider-Man make's an appearance, and Matt is doing everything he can to stop the destruction and keep his identity a secret. Peter Parker is starting to hate boats. Foggy just hope's Matt come's out of all this in one piece.

Bob and Weave

Chapter One:

Matt was on his way home when he hears it. The rise in voices and the slide of metal as the sound of a gun chamber being pulled back sends him running. He didn't really think about it as he ditched the bag holding the gift he'd bought for Karen for their "Friend-iversary" (Foggy's idea). It was a very soft scarf, the nice vendor who had helped him pick it out said it had cranes on it and that it was mostly green. A color he'd heard Foggy say looked good on Karen more than once. Foggy's gift was in Matt's office hiding behind a braille tome of New York Law.

At the moment the gift's intended purpose was forgotten as he wrapped it around his head and jumped up a fire escape. It was just a few jumps and a roll before he found himself above the altercation. One man stood, holding something large… a briefcase of some sort. The other was holding a gun shouting. "Hand it over!"

"You know I can't do that, Ricky."

Matt didn't know what this was about. Both men had similar accents so and they sounded angry and scared. Their hearts beating with adrenaline but experience said that the immediate threat was the gun. So he dropped down at the sound of the hammer moving back and the gun man's arm snapped with the force of gravity and weight. Screaming the gun wielder, Ricky, crumpled to his knees and for a moment after everything was frozen.

Till the man with the case bolted with a startled huff. "S-Shit- Stop!" The disarmed man shouted, cradling his limp limb. "Fuck!"

Matt wasn't sure if Ricky was cursing from the pain or his lost target but he wasn't going to let this continue. "Stay down!" He growled as the man went to stand. "Before I beat you down."

"Stop him!" The man gestured with his good arm. "You have to stop him!"

Matt couldn't help the tilt in his head. The man's heart was beating hard and fast. Matt could smell the sour scent of his sweat indicating stress. Considering he was just in a standoff it was impossible to tell if he was lying or not. Rick's voice shook. It was the raw panic in it that gave Matt pause. "You were the one aiming a gun." He said voice low.

The man's voice trembled as he all but yelled. "He's got a bomb!"

The world halted for a moment at that. "What?" He bent down grabbing the man by his collar. "What do you mean he has a bomb?"

"In the case. I was trying to stop him!" The man's head lulled in pain, his voice dripping with agony. "I didn't want to shoot him— l wouldn't- I thought maybe it'd scare him- but…" Ricky trailed off his voice ragged with a touch of confusion. "What the hell is on your head?"

"Doesn't matter." Matt said shoving the injured man away in frustration. He shifted his focus, trying to find the other man through his senses. He didn't know how he could have missed a bomb.

The case must have a good enough seal to block the smells and Matt hadn't been searching for it. "Where's he headed?"

"Ea- East. The bank." Ricky gasped. "Shit…" Suddenly, Matt heard the man flop forward. His clothes crinkling and his stomach muscles folding. The man's heart was hammering with pain and panic and he was breathing hard. Matt didn't waste any time as he climbed back up the fire escape. He could come back later to see if anyone had found Ricky. He wouldn't die. First, he needed to stop a bombing.

Running along the rooftops it didn't take too long to catch up to the other who was breathing heavily. He was sweating profusely, clearly nervous and it seemed he was amped up.

Hesitating, Matt tried to decide the best course of action. The streets were busy with people getting off of work, and he didn't want to have the guy go suicidal and set the bomb off, but he had to do something.

The man slipped into an alleyway moving behind an office building. Matt dropped down behind him. "Put down the case." He growled. Jumping the man spun to face him breathing raggedly.

"You that devil guy?" He gasped. Matt didn't answer him verbally just stepped closer. The man took a shuttering breath. "Doesn't matter if you are. You can't stop me." He laughed in a manic way. "This has to happen."

Matt held up a hand. "No, it doesn't. You don't have to resort to violence-

"HA!" The man squared his feet and shoulders and Matt settled back into a fighting position expecting a brawl. The man took him by surprise though by tossing the case up underhand. "I didn't come this far to turn back now!" The man screamed as the case crashed through a second story window.

Slightly stunned, Matt barely managed to meet the man's charge as he tried to run. As glass trickled down from the shattered window Matt fought to knock the other out. The stranger was full of adrenaline and despite taking a graze of knuckles to the cheek he still managed to wrap his arms around Matt.

Clearly not a fighter the man was, instead, clinging to Matt like a petulant child. Making it kind of hard to hit him with any real force. In retaliation, Matt shifted to grappling maneuvers.

Matt felt they were rolling back away from the window and the bomb but his focus was on stopping the crazed stranger. He rolled over slamming the guy's shoulders down hard, knocking the wind out of him. "Stay down!"

Coughing and panting the man gasped his hands going for his pockets. Matt sensed an object that was cylinder-like and L shaped. Matt realized the man was making for an inhaler. This caused the vigilante to hesitate. But instead of the inhaler, the bonehead reached instead for something small and square. "I have to do this." The man wheezed. With that, there was a light click followed instantaneously by the explosion and panicked screaming.

Not that Matt could hear that over the ringing in his ears. The world was tilting and dirt and debris was falling from the sky. The ground met his face and he clawed at it trying to find gravity. Gasping in shocked pain he barely made out the vibrations of the man running away. Heavy soles crashing against the cracked cement.

Struggling to breathe through the dust raining down, Matt tore off the scarf. Somehow managing to stuff it into a pocket as he gasped writhing on the filthy concrete. Copper was on his tongue and his radar was shot to pieces. Everything was too loud and too quiet all at once. There was a roaring ringing noise in his skull but he felt like his ears were underwater.

Slowly, the world settled from a shaking quaking mess into a more manageable swaying tremble as he found his feet and a wall. Limping— he was limping— as he made his way away from the burning heat of flames. The crackling walls of the office building guided him over pounding ground.

It was a long struggle before he staggered out onto the open sidewalk. The brace of the wall was gone and he stumbled blindly lost without it. Gritty cement shifted to sticky asphalt and he knew he was in the street. The world was rumbling with colliding vibrations and he couldn't sort any of it out. He tried to find the walkway again only to have the world get roughly yanked out from under him.

His heart was in his throat and it took a moment to realize there was an arm around his waist and the air was moving swiftly. Pulling at a diagonal. Panicked Matt tried to push the stranger holding him away and find the ground again, but it was nowhere to be found. He screamed.

"Whoa- easy- easy." A muffled voice cut through the ringing in his ears and then there was solid footing and he stumbled, his left leg protesting, as the arm let him go.

"Wh- where?" Matt held up his hand as he took a step forward- or around. His body was tilting, the world was spinning.

"Whoa there!" The voice was slightly clearer as there was a tug on the collar of his coat. Matt fell backward into scrawny arms as the ringing was starting to go down. The faint sound of traffic was coming from below- and he had apparently nearly walked off a skyscraper.

Matt tried to calm his breathing. He had no idea how he got here, or what had just happened. "Where am I? What's going on?" Matt tilted his head toward the small chest he was leaning against and felt a too fast fluttering. He could smell paper, rubber, and chemicals. Coffee and hotdogs. Acne cream, cheap cologne, and deodorant.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?"

Matt's eyes flitted around in confusion. "Who's there?" He asked.

His ears popped as the ringing went from screaming to a loud buzzing and he heard the stranger gasp through his left ear. "Oh man, I'm so sorry- That was probably really scary for you! But there was a truck and it nearly hit you- and are your ears bleeding? Can you even hear me? Oh my god, what am I going to do? I should take you to the hospital. Your leg is bleeding too. I don't want to freak you out again though. How do we communicate? Do you know Morse code? Wait… I only know S.O.S… um…"

"Wh- wait. Slow down." Matt said reaching up over his shoulder feeling a mask where a face should be. Whatever material it was made of it was thin. Matt could almost feel the shape of a nose and lips but something large and smooth was over the stranger's eyes. Like overly large fake angry eyes. The fabric felt similar to his own suit, yet completely distinct. Like silk to satin or hard plastic to thick glass. "Who are you?"

There was a nervous chuckle as Matt's fingers shakily explored. He didn't care, manners went out the window when he found he'd been tactlessly forced onto a rooftop. There were ridges in the fabric that Matt couldn't quite figure out. They seemed to have a vibration of their own electricity flickering within them. Yet, at the same time, they seemed almost completely decorative. Like a complex braid in a woven basket. "Wow, weird." The stranger giggled then almost in an afterthought blurted. "Oh! Right, I guess you wouldn't know. It's just me, your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." The kid, and it was clear as the sound of a bell that he was young, said maneuvering in order to let Matt stand on his own. The hand that stayed attached to his shoulder was clearly gloved, and Matt found himself confused.

"Spider-Man?"

"Yeah! It's okay if you haven't heard of me. I mostly just help old lady's with their groceries and rescue cats from trees- also I tend to stick to Queens."

Matt felt a slight tug at his lips and interrupted. "So what, you saw me stumble and decided to help?"

"There was an explosion!" The boy's hand squeezed slightly as, Matt figured, he shrugged. "Then I saw you stumbling in the road. You nearly got flattened by a pastry truck."

There was a joke in there but Matt wasn't sure he could nail it or that the kid would appreciate it. Instead, Matt decided that he'd had enough action for the time being and would very much like to be on the ground now. "Thank you, I'm fine now. The explosion shook me but if you put me back I can make it home just fine."

"I can't just leave you! You're clearly injured!"

Matt shook his head. "I'm fine-

"You're bleeding." Matt glared in the general direction of the kid's face and got a sigh in response. "At least call a friend?"

Despite the honest worry in the boy's voice, he felt irritated for a lot of reasons. He didn't want to deal with the special treatment and he was feeling a bit on edge about his explosive failure. So the attention was ruffling all his feathers at the moment because heroes saved the day. He didn't think they carted people who could stand on their own to hospitals after the fact. Not that Matt knew anything about being a hero. "I'm fine." He grunted.

"It'd make me feel better." The boy said truthfully. Hopefully.

Matt let out a long breath. It seemed there was no way out of it. "Fine." He kind of wished he could call Clint right now, but Matt Murdock and Daredevil were not connected in the archer's mind. He pulled out his phone forcefully. Not bothering to hide his irritation. Foggy was going to flip. He hesitated. Foggy was going to be pissed. "I really can get home on my own." He tried one more time.

"Hey, either I send you off with a friend or you get a ride with Spider-Man to the nearest hospital."

Matt felt his face scrunch up with distaste. He really only had one choice because he was not getting pulled around again. Nor was he going to a hospital. With the emergency vehicles rolling up for the explosion Spider-Man could easily leave him with one of them. Matt was surprised the kid hadn't thought of that yet. His only hope of avoiding either unpleasant and expensive experience was clear. "Call Foggy." He said despondently into his phone.

"Calling Foggy." The automated voice toned out of his phone.

"See." Spider-Man said, making some kind of motion that ended with his arms crossed. Or Matt thinks his arms are crossed. Everything's still a bit muddled coming in stronger on one side, throwing off his depth perception. The kid sounds smug though. "Was that so hard?" The phone connects in that time only ringing once.

"MATT!" The voice is loud enough that Matt has no trouble hearing it what so ever. "Thank god you called. I can't believe you actually did! I know what you're thinking and I'm just saying. Don't go. Okay? They hire people to handle stuff like this."

"Um… Foggy?" Matt said slowly, turning away from the hero. "What…"

"You're not calling because of that talk we had earlier today, are you?" Foggy's energy petered out as he spoke. "Okay. I shouldn't be surprised. It was silly of me to get excited thinking you were actually listening for once."

"What?" Matt asked blanking but also not sure he'd heard right.

"About how you should call before you jump into things- oh, never mind. What's up buddy?" Matt thinks Foggy's talking about That talk. The long, long, talk that Foggy and Karen had cornered him into. In which he was coerced into promising to call or text them when trouble popped up so that they could a) talk him down, b) call the proper authorities, and/or c) be aware of the fact that he was putting himself in, quote, irreparable danger, end quote, when said talking failed. Wow, now Matt felt like a jerk.

Swallowing his guilt Matt shuffled on his feet. "I need you to come and pick me up…"

"What?"

He hesitated. "There was an explosion-

"Were you hurt?" Foggy's voice was level. Matt felt like he could feel disappointment in his friend's tone, even though it sounded normal.

"No- just- Foggy- I need you to pick me up because a concerned hero won't let me leave without a friend." Matt tried not to sound too annoyed. His radar was shoddy, and all he was getting from his senses was that the boy was still there.

"Oh." The voice on the other end went quiet again for a moment. "You're at the bank that just blew up?"

"Um…" Matt tilted his head to face Spider-Man. "Where are we?"

"On top of the other bank- the one that didn't blow up." Spider-Man said and Matt's flaring senses lost track of him a moment then picked him back up near the edge of the building. "On the corner. There's that new statue in front of it. The one that looks like a fish."

Matt relayed this information to Foggy. "Just… look up and I don't know… wave when you get here? Give the fish a high five." Matt said. The hero snorted at that.

"Just tell him to call out, say, like, 'I'm here,' or something." Spider-Man said. "I'll hear him."

Matt couldn't help the raise of his brow at that. "He says just shout "I'm here", and he'll hear you."

"Who will hear me? Who rescued you anyway and from what?" Foggy asked.

Nope, Matt thought. Not getting into how he nearly became a road panini. "See you soon Foggy." He said instead and hung up.

The wait wasn't long. Before he knew it Spider-Man touched Matt's shoulder causing him to jump slightly. "He's here." There's a silent moment and Spider-Man continues sounding apologetic. "I'll need to lower you down. I don't think this building has any unlocked roof access."

Of course not. With a sigh, Matt nods. "Okay." It's beyond fighting to Matt that he hadn't heard Foggy at all. Still, he cooperates and lets Spider-Man get them off the roof. The trip down is steady and not nearly as frightening as the trip up had been. Still, Matt stumbles a bit as his feet touch the ground, and his arms flail as he reaches out toward the familiar scent of his friend.

True to his nature Foggy grab's his arms and steadies him. No matter how rightly irritated he may be with him at any given moment Foggy was always there to catch him. It was something he tried to remember but often found himself forgetting. The re-realization had him feeling like a jerk all over again. Matt didn't know what he'd do if Foggy left for good.

Spider-Man steps back and Matt somehow catches how the fabric of his suit moves as he makes some kind of hand motion. It was like the hero couldn't stand still for four seconds. "I'll leave this one to you! I recommend one of those ambulances over there." Then there was the sound of Spider-Man's web shooters clicking a "ting" and a "whoosh" as the stranger was yanked away.

"Matt, that was Spider-Man, he's like a cryptid! A lot of people don't even believe he exists!" Foggy was whisper shouting. Which was probably the only reason Matt could hear him.

"Fantastic." Matt said releasing one of his friend's arms and stumbling forward as he gripped Foggy's other arm tightly. It wasn't that he wasn't grateful. It was just hard to care through the sting of his pride.

"Whoa. Are you alright?" Foggy pulled him to a stop. "There is blood on your face. Is… is it coming from your ears?"

"The bleeding's stopped." Matt said even though he didn't know that for sure. "Don't worry… I just can't hear very well right now."

There was a hesitant, "But you still don't want to go to an ambulance?" Matt shook his head no and Foggy sighed. "Can you at least tell me why your ears are bleeding?"

"I was too close to the explosion when it went off. I think it's only my right ear."

"The one that happened at the bank?!"

"Yes, the one that happened at the bank." Matt sighed feeling a heavy weight in his chest. "I was trying to stop the bomber. I failed." Matt felt Foggy's hand tighten around his arm and he tried to calm his friend. "It's alright, I can hear a little less than what I think most people can right now but the ringing is going down. Please don't whisper because I can feel your breath and smell it but I can't hear what you're saying."

"That's not funny."

"I'm not laughing." Matt tilted his head slightly. "It'll be alright. I'm fine, Foggy."

"Jesus, you are going to kill me."

"Language." Matt's voice faltered. "You meant that figuratively, right?"

Foggy's body shifted as their walking halted and he pushed some hair out of Matt's face checking over his injuries, twisting Matt's head gently left then right. Then said."No. Literally." His voice was dripping with repressed worry and irritation. "If you keep pulling stunts like this. I will literally die from an overload of emotion and if you come back home with your arm blown off or something I will die from a heart attack."

"Oh." Matt whispered.

"Where is your head right now?" His friend asked worriedly.

"Sorry." Matt said as Foggy pulled him close and Matt caught the slight squeak of a cart moving through where he'd been standing. "Being deaf sucks." He bemoaned as they started walking again. "I feel bad for Clint. Remind me to buy him, I don't know, a cake or something."

Foggy chuckled knowingly. "I want to meet this Clint." He nudged Matt slightly.

Matt hesitated. "I don't know… if I'll ever be ready to tell him who I am."

"He's a spy, and you have the worst luck ever. He'll figure it out eventually."

Sighing Matt leaned into his friend. "I know… and I know he has my back… but I don't-"

"I know you don't trust easy." Foggy patted Matt's hair.

Matt ducked his head slightly, frowning. Foggy didn't get it, because it was hard to explain. "I worry about my world's crossing…" He said softly, but not a whisper because he could still hear himself. "I worry about dragging you down to hell with me."

Foggy's head tilted slightly and he let out a huff. "I just rolled my eyes, hard. You aren't dragging me to hell. You and your Catholic guilt, I swear." Matt chuckled then stumbled. "Okay… just asking, because you seem to be off balance, but did you hit your head in the explosion?"

"No." Mat said. The silence that followed this was telling. "No. Foggy. I did not hit my head. I am not lying to spare you the details."

"Fine." The response was clipped.

"I'm not lying!" Matt threw his arms up yanking Foggy's arm and the free one smacked someone to the side of them.

There was an angry, "Watch it!"

"Uh, he can't!" Foggy snapped grabbing back Matt's arm and pulling him forward grumbling irritably. "Come on Matt. You can't blame me for being skeptical."

Matt couldn't argue with that. He let out a sad huff. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"That's all I wanted to hear." Foggy said, sounding smug as he patted Matt's shoulder condescendingly. "Now let's get you off the street's before you blindly walk into a bar-fight or something."

"I don't blindly walk into fights."

Foggy led them quietly for a moment before he said dryly. "I'm giving you a look, Matt. A look that I wish you could see because. Really. I mean really."

Matt rolled his eyes. "Foggy."

"I mean, technically you're always walking in blindly…" Matt quietly let his friend rant as he dragged him back to his apartment. It felt a bit like old times. Silently content, Matt smiled as he took in the opening statement of Foggy's case that Matt did, in fact, walk into fights blind.

Matt was already compiling a counter-argument in his mind.

Authors Notes: I watched Endgame. I kind of figure that it would throw my story a wrench or two… and though it did in regards to the MCU as we knew it. It gave me a gift that keep's on giving. It gave me quantum physics string theory and multiple worlds and I can't tell you how happy that makes me. I have so many ideas- and damn it- not enough time.

I'll try to post again soon.