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When Matt heard yelling down a street, and a girl running away, he didn't hesitate to go down. There was three men, two against one. Quickly, he began to fight one of the guys. To the left he heard a small yelp as one guy had gotten knocked out.

And then an arrow was flying passed his face and into the man that Matt was fighting.

Matt rose his hands as he heard the pull of the string, the bow fully loaded, and he turned around. He had heard of the infamous Hawkeye, yet here he was meeting him. 

"Daredevil," he spoke slightly lowering the bow.

"Yeah." Matt faltered, the smell of black coffee and nature hitting him hard, it couldn't be.

"What are you doing here?"

"Clint."

The bow dropped, "Matt?" a step closer.

"So you're Hawkeye."

"And you're Daredevil?"

"Yeah."

"Well this is all fucked up," Clint began to laugh.

"I guess you could say that."

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