<div class="floatright">(https://www.indiewire.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/089_gt_107_unit_00125r.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Daredevil<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Daredevil Costume<br/><strong>Time and Date</strong>: 9/10/2019 | Mid-Day<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Manhattan<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Ready to 'see' where this will go<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Secret Avengers<br/><hr/><br/>Matthew had never been a fan of Manhattan's canyons of steel and glass. It was noisy, its buildings were sleek and high, making using his grappling hook risky, and it was full of the kind of people he liked to keep away from Hell's Kitchen. Still, the summon - if one could call it that - was intriguing enough that he had to check it out. He never thought of himself as being Avengers material. The likes of Thor, Ironman, Captain America, even Spider-Man... they had power - except Ironman, but his armor more than made up for it. He was only human. He had keen senses, sure, but saving the world was far beyond the capabilities and the purpose of Daredevil - that was, at least. Matt's opinion.<br/><br/>As he came closer to his destination, he began to sense the shimmer of the air from the heat of the Avengers Tower's glass surface and the vibrations of Manhattan's noise off it. He knew it was there. While being in an area as noisy as Manhattan was distracting, it certainly made navigation easier. The reverberating sound waves quite literally made every building, every lamp post, every trash can literally glow in the darkness that surrounded him at all times. A darkness that was much brighter than usual today, but the contrast between nothing and something was still very much within the range of his senses to detect.<br/><br/>With a last swing, he reached the platform at the top of the tower and landed then flipped a switch on his baton to reel in his grappling hook. He then proceeded inside, not bothering to try and be silent. However, he kept his senses on high alert, taking in any vibration he could, whether they were from man or machine. Finally detecting a small group of people in his vicinity and - more importantly - hearing them, he relaxed. There was no apparent danger and at this point, it was unlikely to be a trap for his benefit. He walked into the room and stashed his baton into his belt.<br/><br/>"Afternoon", he greeted them in a very obvious New York accent, though his gaze didn't cycle between them as one would expect, instead, staying eerily straight ahead of him.<br/><br/>"Glad to see I'm not the first. I hate being first in a meeting."