Widow and the Devil

So, I don't own The Avengers or Daredevil...Damn.

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Previously...

"Don't you deserve the chance to know Natasha Romanoff?"

Matt's lips twitched upward, "if she lets me."

Natasha nodded before leaning back into the bench. "Even if it's another nine years before you see me again?"

"Even then," Matt answered. "Though hopefully not with another surprise. Last time I got one from you, I didn't get a good sleep for at least four years; and don't even get me started on college."

Natasha smirked, "you've never been able to sleep properly. You're a strange individual, Mr. Murdock."

Matt smirked, "and the same to you, Miss. Romanoff."

Natasha looked over at Peter as the boy all but flung himself off of the swing. He landed on his knees but had the widest grin on his face that she had ever seen.

"And our son is even stranger."

Matt snorted, "there's no debate on that one."

May 4th, 2012

Matt never knew why his son always insisted on having his sandwiches smashed flat. The boy has no problem with eating the same sandwich every day for lunch, but only if it's flat as paper.

"This has to be a complete waste of bread, Peter," Matt joked as he helped the almost 11-year-old prepare his lunch. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich (hold the jelly) on wheat bread with a little red bag of Cheez-It's, a banana and a Hi-C orange juice box. The boy would eat it every day without any complaints. It sometimes drove Matt mad, wondering how the kid could stick to the same food every day. Every time the two Murdock's went to get their weekly groceries, Matt would always sneak a few Lunchables into the cart. This would always backfire, of course, when he discovered that his son would eat the packaged nachos as a snack before dinner.

"It tastes better," Peter told his father as he packed a banana into his Iron Man-themed lunchbox.

Matt smirked as he grabbed the smashed sandwich and all but shoved it into the plastic sandwich bag that had the pain in the ass double zipper thing at the top. He threw it in the boy's direction, knowing that his son would catch it.

"Ha! I got it!"

Matt rolled his eyes before screwing the peanut-butter jar shut and placing it on the second shelf that was next to the fridge. He could hear the morning news play three doors away from his, frowning as the words hit his enhanced ears.

"Turn on the news, Pete," the blind man ordered his son.

He heard the scuff of his son's shoes as he walked towards the old television set that once was Foggy's. The man had said that Peter needed some way to watch his beloved Star Wars movies, was Murdock's former roommate and current law partner excuse when he gave them the TV. Peter was, of course, excited about the prospect of finally having a TV in the house. Matt, on the other hand, was less than pleased at the thought of his son's brain turning into mush because of watching too much cartoons. Though, he would never admit that he found some of the programs quite hilarious. Just as long as Peter didn't build a roller coaster on the roof like in that one episode of Phineas and Ferb, Matt didn't mind the TV or outlandish cartoons.

"Whoa," Matt heard his son say as the boy turned on the news. The reporters were talking about an incident in Germany, which only stopped thanks to the likes of–

"Dad, Iron Man and Captain America are on the TV!"

Superheroes.

Peter watched as his father's face darkened and before he could even blink, he was in his dad's arms and diving headfirst out of the large glass window towards the fire escape that was attached to the window on the building next to theirs. He closed his eyes, thinking that they were going to die because it was impossible to jump out of a window that was nine stories up from the concrete ground.

Peter wrapped his arms around his father's neck without even thinking if it was a good idea or not as his dad managed to grab ahold of the metal railing on the fire escape. Peter could feel his heart slamming up against his chest, and his hold on his father tightened as the older man let go of the railing and let them both fall until he was holding on to another railing one story below.

"You're doing good, Pete," Peter heard his father say. "Keep holding on to me, buddy. Can you do that?"

Too afraid to speak, Peter nodded as he hid his face in his father's shoulders. He flinched when he heard a loud crash come from up above them, but he didn't let go as he and his dad dropped down another level, and another, and another one until they were on the ground.

Still, Peter didn't let go of his father as loud bangs started to beat against his ears, and his father, who violently winced when the bangs started, kept his right arm firmly around him as he started to run. To where Peter didn't know. He knew that his father was different, even with his blindness he was different because Peter knew that his dad shouldn't be able to tell when he didn't pick up his room or lied about how he got a black eye from Flash and his dumb friends or that he even had a black eye in the first place.

Still, Peter knew that it was strange for his dad to be able to jump from one building to another and fall from it without losing his grip on the railing from the fireplace.

When Peter finally opened his eyes after he carefully lifted his head away from his father's shoulder, he saw a group of men in strange-looking uniforms. They were like the ones he saw on cop shows on the TV, they were like military uniforms but were darker and had a bird logo on their shoulders.

Not the man leading them, though. His uniform didn't have sleeves, and he had a set of bow and arrows on him, while the rest of the men had large guns. Peter supposed it didn't matter on what kind of weapon any of them had, though, they all were pointing them at Peter and his dad.

Peter felt as his father's body jerked suddenly, and Peter looked down and saw the heavy-looking arrow that was lodged in his father's left arm.

"Dad?" Peter muttered as his father grunted in pain.

"It's okay, Peter," Peter's dad said, though his words were strained.

Peter didn't believe his father, at least not until more bangs went off and the men chasing after them started to drop before his eyes. He also saw that the man with the bow and arrows left when the men around him started to fall.

When Peter's dad finally stopped, Peter winced as his father dropped to his knees. He never let go of Peter, but his grip wasn't as strong as it had been earlier.

Hesitantly, Peter turned his head as he heard footsteps. They were slow footsteps, but fast as well. He watched as the nearly bald man in an expensive-looking suit made his way towards Peter and his dad. Behind the man were a bunch of SUV's, and people with guns of their own, though they weren't aiming at Peter or his dad, but the men behind them.

"Matthew Murdock?" The man asked Peter's dad. He sounded firm and tense, but hesitant as well.

"In the flesh," Peter's dad said coldly.

The man looked away when he realized that Peter's dad wasn't looking at him directly. His eyes momentarily landed on Peter, and he looked away when the boy didn't.

"My name is Agent Phil Coulson, I'm from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division."

Natasha watched from the monitor's in Stark and Banner's lab as Matt and Peter Murdock were brought in by Coulson. For a moment, she was relieved.

"So, that's the men your partner-in-crime attacked? Well, man and a half would be more correct given that the smaller one doesn't even look like he's hit puberty yet." Natasha heard.

She glared at Tony Stark as the man carelessly ate his package of blueberries.

"Don't you have better things to do?" Natasha questioned, to which Stark shrugged as he nodded towards Banner and the Scepter, which the nervous-looking man was examining.

"Dr. Banner has it under control, don't you Banner?"

"Huh?" Natasha heard the other man say as he looked up from the Scepter.

"Nothing, Agent Romanoff here has a double life I'm trying to uncover," Stark said as he showed Banner the monitor with Matt and Peter before he started his own investigation with the help of S.H.E.L.D.'s database. "So, tell us, what's so important about–a lawyer from Hell's Kitchen and his 10-year-old son?"

When Natasha didn't say anything, Stark only smirked as he continued to type away until he found something that made Natasha tense up.

There were photos of Natasha with Matt and Peter from about a year ago when she had visited them in their apartment. Only, there shouldn't be photos of her eating pancakes with the Murdock's in their apartment, or of their day out in the park.

"You know, I never pictured you as a soccer mom," Stark said as he glanced at the photo of Natasha, Matt, and Peter as they were leaving the park. The camera caught both Natasha and Matt when they were smiling, as though they were comfortable around one another despite the nine years apart between their last interaction with one another.

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