[Okay, so you guys got the BIO over the 45 Favorites and I'm a man of my word, so here I give you the first chapter. Now as for the Vote; now most of you from what I saw wanted the reader to be Blind so he's blind, but for those who said no to blindness don't worry. I'm going to write it like I normally do, but everything will just be seen through your Echolocative senses. As for the Harem Vote, most of you guys said yes to harem, but for those who said no, again, don't worry. The harem will only have 2-3 girls Max. At the moment I'm looking at Black Widow (A lot of you wanted her) and probably Scarlet Witch, the two main females of the Avengers. Whether it grows later on it up to how good this book is received. But with that being enough said, let's get started people on the first chapter of 'The Man Without Fear'.]

Word's like 'This' mean's the reader is hearing it from some distance away.

And this '*****' mean's a timeskip has taken place.

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[3rd Person POV]

Iron Man; Captain America; Thor; Hulk; and so forth. These names were largely known for one thing, being heroes. Whenever danger struck the people of New York City knew they could count on these heroes. But what about the smaller crimes; the daily problems that these great people went through that were considered to small for The Avengers. Robberies; Kidnappings; Abusive relationships. These were just some of the things to small for them, but what else can the people do. Hope for the police to save the day? The answer's no.

The state of the NYPD these day's is filled with corruption and arrogance, so that leaves these crimes to someone else. A man who's not to big enough to ignore such things. A man who is willing to clean the streets from the innocent blood that is shed within it's alleyways. A man so free of fear that he dresses up as the Devil, so he can strike fear itself into the hearts of the very people that make his City a terrible place at night. You may know this man as Daredevil, the man without fear, but to many he is just a man...a man who is currently getting the crap beaten out of him by Wilson Fisk.

Fisk: "This City doesn't deserve a better tomorrow..."

There he laid, (Y/n) (L/n), the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Helplessly he remained on the concrete ground underneath his back as Wilson Fisk, the disease that ruins New York at night, towers over him and repeatedly smashes the crimson ninja with his own Billy-Clubs.

Fisk: "It deserves to drown...in it's filth!"

Soon the strong taste of blood forms in (Y/n)'s mouth. The idea of choking on his own blood slowly began to creep into his mind. That's when everything around him began moving slower. Fisk's strikes with the billy club; the brief releases of (Y/n)'s breath; and the dark void that filled his eyes grew more darker.

Fisk: "Filth, like my Father! Filth like you!"

For a moment (Y/n) even questioned if everything he had done up to this point was worth it; was it truly worth risking going after Fisk only to end up dead?...It was. The thoughts of (Y/n) saving the little boy from the Russian's quickly came to mind. If it wasn't because of Daredevil, more and more people would find themselves helpless, knowing The Avengers wouldn't bother to save them. The problems of everyday people may have been to little to bother Tony Stark, but they certainly bother (Y/n) (L/n). On Fisk's next strike (Y/n) began his comeback. Wrapping his arm around Fisk's, holding The Kingpin in place long enough.

(Y/n): "Have you ever looked into the eye's of the Devil, Fisk?" [Grunts and clenches his teeth] "This is my city... my family. Not yours."

With his moment upon him (Y/n) swung his fist in a curved punch, hitting Fisk directly in the temple. Turning to his side (Y/n) countered the onslaught of punches thrown his way by Fisk. Splitting his Billy-clubs in two (Y/n) chose to strike Fist directly at his exposed gut, grunting he finished off with a boot to the chest. Turning his head to the left a little (Y/n) smiled as Fisk tumbled backwards onto the ground. Fisk repeatedly tried to get up and fight, but every time he tried he was always stopped by (Y/n). Billy-club, kick, billy club again, each strike taking a heavy impact on Fisk, a goal that seemed to be (Y/n)'s intention.

Fisk: [Disgruntled laughing] "You... You really think that this will... change anything? You think one man... who play's dress up... will make a difference?"

(Y/n) didn't say a word, he didn't have too. The throwing down of his Billy clubs and the angry look that covered his jawline was enough to tell Fisk what was coming his way. With a scorching scream (Y/n) jumped into the air, his clutched fist resembling the strike of a baseball bat as he impacted Fisk right across the face. This was enough to end the fight. Sending Wilson Fisk crashing to the ground with a spray of blood escaping his mouth from the impact.

(Y/n): [Kneeling over Fisk] "I may be one man, but somethings..[panting]..one man is more then enough."

He didn't bother to wait for a response, it wasn't going to happen anytime soon. The sound of sirens soon flooded (Y/n)'s senses, his head slightly shifting to the left was a pre-warning before a single police car pulled up. Officer Brett Mahoney was the man to step out, his gun aimed towards (Y/n).

Officer Mahoney: "Police! Show me your hands!"

Daredevil slowly lifts his gaze.

Officer Mahoney: "Do it! Show me your hands!"

Getting to his feet finally, but not raising his hands, (Y/n) was still panting as he placed his Billy clubs back into the slot on his legs.

(Y/n): "I told you before, Sergeant... I'm not the bad guy."

Sudden realization then fell upon Officer Mahoney. He slowly tilted his head back up straight from the normal position a man wielding a gun would use, as if showing (Y/n) that he had no intention to shoot now.

Officer Mahoney: "Holy shit, it's you!"

(Y/n): "This man was a fugitive from the law and I stopped him." [Pants momentarily] "We good?"

Mahoney thinks over it momentarily. His eyesight, along with his gun, remains stationed on The Devil of Hell's Kitchen, but soon relents and turns on his radio placed on his shoulder.

Officer Mahoney: (Speaks into radio) "Fifteen Sergeant Central. Be advised, Wilson Fisk under K, under north alley four-six and ten

"Copy that."

A long silence followed by a stare off between (Y/n) and Officer Mahoney companies the passing by time. Blood slowly run's down (Y/n)'s lip, signifying to the police officer exactly what he just went through. A short while later Officer Mahoney is preoccupied by restraining Fisk as (Y/n)'s tired and bruised body leans against the alleyway wall.

(Y/n): "Thank you, Sergeant."

Officer Mahoney: (Dismissively) "Hey, what am I suppose to call you when I file my report?"

Ricocheting off the wall and latching onto a nearby fire escape (Y/n) leaves the scene without another word, leaving Officer Mahoney to shake his head and smile as he waits for dispatch to arrive.

Karen Page: "Daredevil."

The next day Karen Page, along with Foggy and (Y/n) are seen standing outside firm of Nelson and (L/n). Karen holds a news paper in her hands with artwork of this 'Daredevil' on it, she continues to read from it as (Y/n) and Foggy, well mainly Foggy, look over the recently re-installed plaque of the two lawyers business.

Foggy: (Smiles) "Seriously? That's what they're calling him now? Sounds like he's going to jump Snake River Canyon on his motorcycle."

Standing next to him, (Y/n) gently flicks his red tinted glasses and smiles at the ground.

(Y/n): "It beats being called the devil of Hell's Kitchen."

Foggy: (Turns and points at you) "Amen to that, brother."

Glancing over the paper a second time Karen smiles gentle. Thanks to his heightened senses (Y/n) was able to pick up on the small movement of Karen's lips.

(Y/n): (Looks within her direction) "What is it?"

Karen: "I can't believe this is the same guy who stopped that Union Allied nut from stabbing me in my apartment. That is a serious suit upgrade, though."

Foggy: "Eh. I think the horns are a little too much."

Foggy sends a secret wink over to (Y/n) who just grins.

(Y/n): "Well, we best get to work everybody. We've got cases to take and innocent people to help."

(???): "Then perhaps you can help me."

Said an unknown voice. Immediately Karen and Foggy turned around to face the man, while (Y/n) slowly followed them, though his eyes were not quite on the mark as the others.

(Y/n): [Leans over to Karen and whispers] "Who is it?"

Karen: "I don't know. Some guy in an eye-patch."

The whispering between the two were soon abruptly stopped when the man in the eye-patch turned to Karen and (Y/n), though only Karen lowered her gaze as (Y/n) had no idea the man was even looking at him.

(Y/n): (Coughs) "Well, if you need two good lawyers you're in the right place. If you would please follow Miss Page she will--"

(???): "I'm not here to get lawyer help, Mr. (L/n). I'm here, to see you."

(Y/n) glances in the direction of Foggy and Karen, the two not exactly knowing what to do. Instead (Y/n) just chose to realign his sight with a fire hydrant across the street instead.

(Y/n): "And what could a blind man do to help you exactly, Mr- Uh?"

(???): "Fury. Nick Fury. Now as for my purpose of being here..[He glances at Foggy and Karen]..I think it would be best if we spoke in private."

Both Foggy and Karen glance at one another confused before they both turn to (Y/n), Karen taking the opportunity to whisper into his ear.

Karen: "What are you going to do?"

(Y/n): (Smiles) "He look's harmless."

That was all he said before he followed Fury and the two entered a black SUV. Foggy then moves closer to Karen as she watches (Y/n) hop into the car in disbelief.

Karen: (Mutters) "But you're blind."

As the black SUV with (Y/n) and Fury take off, Foggy and Karen watch from the streets as six other identical cars follow behind them. Karen seems worried as Foggy just smirks and shakes his head.

Foggy: "Well? Time for lunch."

Karen: "Lunch? How can you be worried about that when (Y/n) just got into a car with a complete stranger. Are you not worried?"

Foggy: "Karen, trust me. (Y/n) can handle himself."

Following that Foggy entered the firm along with a still doubting Karen. Elsewhere with (Y/n), he silently sat in the back of the SUV along with Fury and two other armed guards. To them (Y/n), the blind man, was looking around normally but in fact he was actually using his enhanced senses to get a good feel around the interior of the vehicle just in case he was forced to make an abrupt exit.

Fury: "So tell me, Mr. (L/n). How exactly does a blind man go around at night dressed as a Devil and takes down one of New York's biggest crime bosses? Are you really blind or is all this just some elaborate secret identity bullshit?

(Y/n): (Chuckles) "I assure you, I am blind. As for presuming I'm this Daredevil person is highly outrageous."

Fury: "It isn't when it's true. I mean, we did find suit of this vigilante inside your apartment. Perhaps you're just holding onto it for him?"

(Y/n): "You went into my apartment?"

Fury: "We did. And we found your suit, so I suggest stop lying."

He remains hesitant momentarily, (Y/n) taking another unseen look around the car. Along with the two men in front of him holding guns, the two in the front of the car also carried pistols at their waists. Realizing he probably wouldn't get out of here easily, (Y/n) relented, but did not admit he was Daredevil just yet.

(Y/n): "Who do you work for?"

Fury: "I, work for SHIELD, Mr. (L/n). Or should I say, I use too. It's complicated these day's but I assure you, I am on your side."

(Y/n): "Then where are you taking me?"

As he asks that very question the black SUV along with the six others pulled up in front of a large building. The sound of traffic filled one of (Y/n)'s ears showing he hadn't gone to far from Nelson and (L/n).

Fury: "Mr. (L/n). Welcome to Avengers Tower."

Just those words alone were enough to catch (Y/n) off guard. A short while later (Y/n), Fury and his men entered the building. (Y/n) using his walking stick to clear the path in front of him until he and Fury came to a stop in front of a desk. Where a woman in brown hair sat typing away on a computer.

Fury: "Agent Hill. It's good to see you again."

Maria: "It's just Maria now, Nick." [Glances up over at you] "Who's your friend?"

Fury: "This is (Y/n) (L/n). The reason why I called this meeting today."

The sound of the elevator dinged and away went Fury.

(Y/n): [Nods at Maria] "Ma'am."

Maria just watches (Y/n) walk away and shakes her head before returning back to her current task. Now standing silently in the elevator Fury and (Y/n) stood opposite one another as the small box slowly ticked passed each floor.

(Y/n): "So why exactly did you bring me to Avengers Tower? I'm not exactly a big name."

Fury: [Turns to you] "You're more street level?"

(Y/n) thinks over it shortly.

(Y/n): "Yeah."

Fury: "Well perhaps street level is exactly what we need right now. A threat is coming Mr. (L/n), and I think you are exactly what this team needs."

(Y/n): "Team?"

Just as he says that the doors to the elevator open immediately flooding (Y/n)'s ears with the sounds of loud voices and laughing. Inside Tony Stark, aka Iron Man was currently 'arguing' with Clint Barton, Hawkeye, about something off topic. Thor was over by the couches explaining to Bruce Banner, The Hulk, of his endless adventures about when he cut the head off a giant goat. Black Widow sat next to him smiling with a beer in her hands as she watches her friends, and finally Steve Rogers, Captain America, was leaning against the wall next to the elevator so he was the first to welcome Fury.

Steve: "Fury. It's good to see you again."

Fury: "Cap. The same to you."

The two shake hands before Steve's attention is drawn to the silent blind man standing behind Fury.

Steve: "Is he the one you told us about?"

Fury: [Looks over his shoulder at you] "He is."

Nodding, Steve gently moved passed Fury and approached (Y/n). All he did was just tilt his head and lowered his gaze a little before placing out his hand to the super soldier.

(Y/n): [Smiles] "Captain America."

Steve: [Chuckles and shakes your hand] "Please, call me Steve. I've heard a lot about you, (Y/n). What you're doing for this city and the code you stand by is very respectful."

(Y/n): "Well, hearing that come from someone like you is more then reward enough."

(Y/n) joked as he slowly began walking alongside Steve and Fury towards the others. As soon as they noticed the unknown guest they all became silent, though Tony was of course the first one to speak up.

Tony: "I'm sorry, do I need to add in more security? How did the street riff-raff get in?"

Steve: "Tony. This is (Y/n) (L/n), the person Nick wanted us to meet."

(Y/n): "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

Bruce: [Raises hand] "Uh, I'm sorry, but he's blind. I-I'm not the only one who noticed that, right?"

Tony: [Looks (Y/n) up and down] "No, you are not."

Tony just crosses his arms and step around the large table in the middle of the room until he is standing right in front of (Y/n).

Tony: "Okay, kid. Wow me."

(Y/n) glances in the direction of Steve before turning back to Tony deciding to have some fun with the Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist.

(Y/n): "Alright. Well by the smell currently coming from your hair I'm guessing you used a type of coconut shampoo... Head and Shoulders?"

Tony: "...Alright, he's got my approval."

(Y/n) just smiled as Tony returned to his former position. Next to speak up was Clint who was currently throwing darts from his chair across the room.

Clint: "Okay, so he know's what Shampoo Tony uses, so what?"

Choosing to just smile again (Y/n) walks over to Clint, his walking stick swinging back and forth in front of him before it gently clicks against against the bottom of his chair.

(Y/n): "May I?"

Clint looks at (Y/n) confused before turning his gaze towards Natasha. She merely nudged her shoulders as Clint sighed and handed (Y/n) a dart.

Clint: "Sure, knock yourself out."

Smiling again (Y/n) looked towards the direction of the board. Now, though he was facing the board his eyes were more so looking down at the ground just short of the target. Thankfully due to (Y/n)'s echolocative abilities he was able to use the sound-waves around him to figure out exactly the target was, so with a fast flick of his hand (Y/n) threw the dart as every watched it strike the bullseye.

(Y/n): [Smirks] "Bullseye."

Bruce: "Uh, if I may ask. What exactly do you do, Mr. (L/n)?"

(Y/n): "Oh, I'm a lawyer by day."

Natasha: "And by night?"

(Y/n)'s attention is suddenly drawn towards the female voice. (Y/n) looks roughly around the same area Natasha was at on the couch and gently smiled as he tightened the grip on his walking stick.

(Y/n): "Uh, um..." [Sighs] "I guess there's no point hiding it anymore is there?"

Fury: "I reassure you, Mr. (L/n). You can trust everyone in this room."

Turning his head around the room (Y/n) reluctantly sighed before continuing his sentence.

(Y/n): "I'm Daredevil."

Thor: "Who?"

(Y/n): [Turns to Thor] "Uh, um...I-I'm Daredevil."

Thor: "I have never heard of such a being before. Are you one of Surtur's creations?"

(Y/n): "I'm sorry. I don't know who that is."

The God of Thunder looks over (Y/n) as he walks around the blind man, eventually stopping right in front of him, sending his most fierce glare towards the man. But when (Y/n) didn't budge or show any sign of being scared, Thor laughed loudly and threw an arm around the lawyer by day knowing that anyone who could look at his fierce glare without getting a chill done their spine was okay in his books.

Thor: "I like this one. Friend Devil, you have my vote!"

(Y/n): "Uh, my name's--"

Thor: "Here! Allow me to get you a drink, friend Devil!"

(Y/n) was about to correct him again but Thor paid him no attention as he walked off to get (Y/n) a some alcohol.

Bruce: "Uh, excuse me, Mr. (L/n). Hi, I'm Bruce."

He places out his hand for (Y/n) to shake, but when the blind lawyer just smiles at him Bruce realizes his mistake and decides to continue speaking.

Bruce: "You said you were a lawyer, yes?"

(Y/n): "Correct. I run a firm with my personal friend."

Bruce: "Huh, that's funny. A cousin of mine is actually a Lawyer."

(Y/n): "Oh, really? I guess that is funny. Actually, a friend told me about your work, and I must say it is very interesting to say the least. What you go through with your...'respective other' I must say, it is very inspiring."

Bruce gently smiles at (Y/n) before looking to the ground, shakes his head an thanks the lawyer for his words.

Fury: [Coughs] "If you two are finished praising each other, I believe it's time for us to have a chat. Mr. (Y/n), would you mind waiting outside?"

(Y/n): [Sighs and nods] "Sure."