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“Trust me. You don't want to see me angry.” A quiet male voice reached Matt’s ears from where he stood atop a building, patrolling the city for crime or any bird stragglers from earlier.
Around four, the Avengers had been called in again. They had been fighting near to Hell’s Kitchen and Matt had come pitched-in. The enemy was some escaped science experiment, something Barton had not-so-affectionately dubbed, “Freaking screeching acid spitting gargoyles.”
The “gargoyles” were actually huge genetically mutated birds that actually could spit acid and they were horribly aggressive. Unfortunately for the gargoyles, but fortunately for the Avengers and Daredevil, the gargoyles were easily killable, no secret plating or protection at all.
A few managed to fly away before the battle was over, which was partially why Matt was keeping an eye— well, ear out for any demonic bird screeches.
“We won't like you when you get angry? Ross told us you'd probably say that. Needless to say, we came prepared for you, freak.”
Freak, huh? Must be a mutant in trouble or something. Matt leapt onto a closer rooftop, drawing out his baton in case a fight broke out.
“S.H.I.E.L.D. won't be pleased, you know. The team, they're gonna look for me. When they find you, they're gonna kill you.” The mutant said, his voice trembling a little.
They? SHIELD?
“Oh, that true? They'll just get in trouble. Admit it, you're a freak. They don't care about you. They just like that you're a weapon. They won't look for you at all. Doesn't matter anyway. You're property of the U.S. Army.” A man snapped back, and Matt heard the cocking of a gun.
“Watch out!” Matt barked, but there was an odd whistle as something thin flew through the air and into the mutant’s neck. The mutant grunted in pain, and there was a small thud as he fell.
Not a bullet then, Matt mused to himself, and the two men, probably from the army, were looking in his direction now.
“Who’s there? Reveal yourself!” One of them yelled, and Matt stayed crouched, staying still as possible.
“Do’ya think it’s the Devil?” The other asked, moving closer towards the mutant. That’s when Matt leapt down, landing straight onto the first man’s back. The man fell under Matt’s weight, and was easily struck out by his billy club.
“I have a gun!” The second man warned, and Matt just grinned at him. The man’s heartbeat was wild and he was obviously scared.
(It was barely an obstacle; the second man ran away the moment Matt disarmed him.)
Matt stood in the alley, the mutant knocked out on the ground. He sighed and took out his phone.
“Foggy? I need a favor.”