Narrator's POV

"What the hell did you do Matt?" Clint asked, panting as he ran.

Matt laughed, running beside Clint. "You should've seen their faces."

"And I can't wait to murder your ass." Bucky said running beside Matt.

"Get back here you bastards!" Men behind them shouted.

They were the Dogs of Hell.

"Fuck, Matt. I'm definitely kicking your ass when we get back." Bucky said.

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Matt asked Bucky.

"Can you both stop fighting? We need to find a way out of this mess Matt put us in." Clint said, looking around. "There!" He pointed at the fire escape stairs on the side of an apartment complex.

"Yeah. Great idea, Clint." Bucky mocked. "How're we gonna get up there, dumbass?"

"Amateurs." Matt said, climbing onto a dumpster, leaping off the wall and onto the staircase, pulling it down for his friends.

"Sorry we didn't all jump around in a gym wearing tights." Clint said as he climbed the staircase.

"Seriously?" Bucky asked, looking at Matt as he followed Clint.

"Of course not." Matt said, letting Bucky and Clint climb before he decided to start climbing. "I did spend time in a gym, but that's because my father boxed. I was never wearing tights."

"Right, that would be showing too much, huh? It would be against the Lord's will." Bucky mocked.

"Shut up Barnes." Matt said, pulling the staircase up before the biker gang reached it.

"Get down here you little shits!" A man shouted.

"Or what?" Clint asked.

>Pow<

"Whoa!" Bucky yelped and crouched when he heard a gun go off. "Shit, you didn't say anything about guns." Bucky said.

"Shut up and move!" Clint said.

The biker gang began to fire at them.

The three ran up the staircase, making their way up floor by floor.

Clint had reached the roof already, waiting for his friends.

Bucky took out two guns from pockets on the sides of his black pants, cocking them both.

A stick interrupted his doings.

"I know you just got them and can't wait to use them, but now is not the time." Matt told Bucky.

"They're literally trying to kill us." Bucky said.

"You promised. No killing." Matt said.

"Not killing." Bucky said. "Wounding." Bucky said, pulling away from Matt and firing at the biker gang that was making their way up the staircase.

"Uh!" A man grunted.

They took cover.

"James!" Matt shouted.

"It was a shoulder shot! Give me a break!" Bucky said as he hurried up the staircase.

"Get your asses up here!" Clint shouted, looking down at the two with a drawn arrow. He saw one of the bikers point his gun up at Matt and Bucky. He released the arrow on the guy's legs. "Now!"

Matt and Bucky hurried up to the roof. They bent down, trying to catch their breaths.

"You really outdid yourself this time, Murdock." Clint said.

"Yeah." Bucky panted. "The hell were you thinking?"

"Look, I know it looks bad, but trust me it's for a good cause." Matt said.

"Which is?" Clint asked, readying his bow.

"There they are!" Men shouted from the top of the staircase.

"Which I'll have to explain later. Come on!" Matt ran.

"Shit." Clint fired an arrow at the bikers.

The arrow cause an explosion in front of them, only to buy the three some time.

"Better start talking Murdock." Bucky said.

"Well, a friend of mine. Well, he's not really my friend, he kinda hates me. Well, he hates me a lot because I interrupted what he was doing then I tried to get him caught. So he's more of an enemy than a friend-"

"Get to the point Matthew." Clint said, turning around and firing another arrow.

"He was trying to get revenge on something that happened to his family because they thought the Dogs of Hell did it, but in reality it was the Irish mafia-"

"Get to the point." Bucky said, firing his gun behind him.

"Don't swing that think around, you'll kill someone." Matt told him.

"You see them? Hm?" Bucky pointed behind them. "They're trying to kill us! This is simply selfdefense."

"I don't see how taking a human life doesn't bother you." Matt said.

"Matthew what did they do?!" Clint asked, as he pulled his last arrow.

"Oh, yeah." Matt said. "And he was after them and was going to face them all by himself. Can you wouldn't believe the nerve of this guy? One guy against twenty bikers? Things are gonna go bad for him-"

"We're running out of track here!" Bucky said.

Clint turned around to see the other edge of the building. He couldn't form a zip line, he was out of arrows. "Dammit."

"We gotta jump." Matt said.

"Are you crazy?" Bucky asked.

"Trust me." Matt said.

"We'll never reach the other building." Clint said.

"Just do it!" Matt said, speeding up.

"Fuck!" Bucky said, running after him.

Clint followed the two.

The three reached the edge and leaped into the air.

For a moment, they though they'd  reach the other building.

Nope.

They fell straight down, landing inside of a dumpster. The trash inside it breaking their fall.

"This is your plan?" Bucky asked. "God, smells like something died in here."

"Something probably did." Clint said.

"Shut up." Matt said, pushing the two down and pulling the lid of the dumpster over their heads.

They staid quiet in the dumpster.

Bucky held his breath as he couldn't stand the smell of the container.

"Don't stop until you find them!" A man shouted.

The voices on the roof started fading.

Matt listened for the biker gang's noise as it slowly faded.

They were gone.

"Okay, we're good." Matt said.

"AH!" Bucky gasped for air as he threw the lid of the dumpster open. "Holy hell."

"There's nothing Holy about hell." Matt said.

"Matt, no one needs your preachings right now." Clint said.

"Oh, look." Matt picked up a glass bottle. "Someone threw away a perfectly good bottle of root beer." He laughed.

"Urgh, you're seriously not gonna drink that, are you?" Clint asked.

"I might actually vomit." Bucky said.

"I suppose neither of you do much dumpster diving?" Matt asked.

"And you do?" Clint asked.

"Well, this isn't the first time I've dove into a dumpster to save my life." Matt laughed. "Which reminds me of this one time when..."

"Here we go." Bucky sighed.

"Please, make him stop." Clint covered his ears. "I'm half deaf, and I can still hear you."

///0///0

"And that's how I met Bucky." Matt told Oliver.

"What happened to the other guys?" Oliver asked.

"They we're stopped later." Matt said. He could hear Oliver's heart slowing itself down and the tiredness in his breathing. "I suppose it's your bed time, huh?"

"Yes. It's late." Oliver yawned.

"Come. You can rest in my bed." Matt said, standing up, walking over to Oliver. He picked him up. He walked into his bedroom area and put Oliver in the bed.

Oliver yawned and pulled the covers over himself.

"I don't suppose you need a bedtime story, do you?" Matt asked.

"That was my bed time story." Oliver said.

"Night kid." Matt said, messing Oliver's curls up.

"Goodnight." Oliver said, turning on his side and closing his eyes.

Matt walked into the living area and laid on the couch. "Hah..." He sighed and closed his eyes, finally getting to rest.