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“Ow,” Clint groaned while rolling into a more comfortable position. He was definitely getting too old for this kind of shit. The dumpster he’d landed in smelled worse than any dumpster had any right to smell. Urgh. Clint squirmed and tried to get to his feet, but everything was just muddy and unpleasant. There seemed to be one spot hard enough to stand on though, so he set his foot on it and-
“...would you mind terribly getting your foot off my back?” a voice asked and Clint fell down again, yelping and scrambling to the other side of the dumpster.
“Thanks,” the voice said politely and the man the voice belonged to slowly sat up until Clint was able to recognize the costume.
Daredevil had made a name for himself, but much wasn’t known about him. Put Wilson Fisk behind bars, beats the shit out of mobsters and regularly prevents the Punisher from killing people. Seems like a nice enough guy though, so Clint nodded in Daredevil’s direction.
“Hey there,” he said. “What does a nice Devil like you do in a dumpster like this at this time of night?”
There was a short period of silence - Clint was getting slightly nervous - before Daredevil snorted. “Seemed as good a place as any to get some sleep,” he replied. “Now, if you’d excuse me - there’s something I have to do,” he continued, pulled himself up and fell out of the dumpster.
...leaving Clint alone in the stinky trash and that just wouldn’t do, so Clint tried to climb out again, only to sink down into the garbage shortly after. The dumpster was just so… slimy and slippery, he felt like a spider in a bathtub. Damn, seemed like he wasn’t getting out that easily. Sure, he could call someone - Tony or Natasha would be more than happy to help him out - but that would also mean that he’d be the bottom of the Avenger’s jokes for the foreseeable future.
So there was no way he’d call them. Well, looked like he’d be stuck in the dumpster until his strength returned to him and-
A horned head appeared over the side of the dumpster. “You coming or what?” Daredevil said, extending an arm to help Clint out. He took it gratefully and climbed out with as much dignity as possible.
“You tell anyone, I’ll find you!” Clint murmured and Daredevil smirked before nodding solemnly.
“And then I had to help Daredevil climb out of that dumpster, freaking Daredevil , can you believe it?” Clint waved his arms around, nearly sweeping his cup off the table in Matt’s apartment.
Matt nodded, smiling. “You met Daredevil in a dumpster, really? That’s.. kind of eww, to be honest.”
“Yeah,” Clint agreed, “the dumpster part was eww, but meeting Daredevil was actually kind of awesome. I mean.. you know I wanted to get to know the guy for ages, but I’ve never imagined it to be a dumpster where I'd finally meet him,” he snickered.
Matt shrugged. “I don’t know, that’s not so different from how we’ve met. You spilled coffee on me and then saved me from walking into a trash-can in my surprise.”
“Hah, the start of a wonderful friendship,” Clint said dreamily. “Hey, you still up for movie night at Tony’s tower? He’s got an earphone now that can narrate the movie for you. Or we’ll do it again, like last time. It’ll be fun!”
Matt had planned on going out that night to patrol the city again, but… Clint’s suggestion sounded nice. “Yeah,” he said, “sounds awesome. Will everybody be there?”
“Great! I’ll let the others know! And yeah, think so… except maybe Thor. He said he had business in Asgard, but well, I’m sure you’ll get to know him someday,” Clint shrugged. “But Steve will be there and I know you’ve had a Captain America poster when you were a kid, so you can go all fanboy on him today!”
Matt blushed. “Shouldn’t have told you that,” he grumbled. But he was looking forward to meeting Captain America, Clint was right. He’s already met Natasha, Tony and Bruce - but last night was the first time he met any of the Avengers in costume, and in all honesty, he was pretty glad it had been Clint - the others would’ve probably figured him out by now. Clint might have the best eyes of all of them - he wasn’t called ‘Hawkeye’ for nothing - but he was also a huge dork, and judging by their conversation, he hadn’t grown suspicious.
Matt got to his feet. “Alright, give me a minute to get ready,” he said and walked into the bedroom to change. A sniff told him that he wouldn’t have been able to go out that night anyway - not before washing his costume. The bad guys would have been able to smell him three buildings away. So yeah, movie night it was - and if he could scrounge some tech from Tony, well. All the better for him.