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They meet at the docks, a stroke of luck (the only one in their life).
Matt knows there’s a fourth man nearing him from behind while he’s occupied with the others, but he also knows he has no way of evading the head blow the man’s charging – but then something swishes in the air (an… arrow?) and the man falls.
Some time later, all the men are down, some because of arrows and bow-blows, some because of punches and kicks.
“Good job,” the archer says. “I’m Hawkeye.”
“If you’re offering me your hand I can’t see it, I’m blind.”
“It’s very dark here…” Hawkeye says. Matt doesn’t understand why it matters until the sentence’s concluded. “I can’t understand what you’re saying. I don’t… I… I’m deaf, I don’t have my hearing aid.”
A blind vigilante and a deaf archer.
It’s going to be the greatest love story of all time.