"You're Daredevil."

"Yes," Matt repeated for the fourth time, slightly annoyed at Stark asking him that question over and over.

"That guy running around Manhattan in fetish gear of Satan?"

"It's not-" "Yes," Foggy said at the same time and it would be hilarious if Matt wasn't double offended at his friend sharing the billionaire's opinion. Surely the suit of armour wasn't that bad? It protected him! ...better than the old one, anyway.

"Who's Daredevil?" Steve asked in Matt's voice and it was just ridiculous, the man himself asking the question.

"Well, I would say you are now," Tony sassed the captain and earned what looked like 'I'm so done with you' glare in return. Matt tried to ignore the expressiveness of his own blind eyes, but it was really hard. "He's a vigilante operating in Hell's Kitchen, wearing a kinky costume of the Devil. He's formerly known as the Devil of Hell's Kitchen."

"And why am I only learning about him now?"

Matt gulped at the irritated tone, not happy at making Steve angry. Then again, he couldn't say he wasn't grateful for some of the Avengers not knowing about his alter ego activities. It was a pleasant surprise.

"Because you're wearing his meat-suit."

"Tony, I swear to God-"

"Blasphemy," Matt blurted out on instinct.

Bruce chuckled. "Oh, that is precious."

"What is?" Foggy wondered, asking the question Matt wanted to.

"Ah, Steve is known for-"

"Don't you dare-" Steve warned him, in vain of course.

"-not being a fan of foul language. He once scolded Tony when he said 'Shit' during a mission. It was hilarious," Bruce supplied helpfully, causing Steve groan. Matt's lips twitched.

"Cool. Now when we have the whole secrecy thing out of the way, can we please focus on the fact these two are not themselves? I'd like my friend back," Foggy grumbled, crossing his arms on his chest.

The bluntness made Matt smile; until he realized that the process of returning to his own body might be harder than it-... nope, it actually did look pretty complicated, it couldn't possibly get more difficult. He sighed and mirrored Foggy's posture.

"Oh, so we're not talking about the fact that the blind dude claims to be a ninja? " Tony Stark asked wryly, turning his palms towards the ceiling. "How the hell is he doing all the parkour shit? The punching? You know, everything?"

"Captain Rogers said it. Enhanced senses. I navigate like that. It's very far from being able to see, but clearly it works. Can we please move on?" Matt answered, half-annoyed, half-irritated.

This was exactly what he hadn't wanted to happen. He hated the fact itself that the Avengers knew who he was, let alone dealing with ableist comments and scientific questions.

No, thank you. I'll walk myself out.

"Of course. We have bigger issues at hand," the captain came to the rescue unexpectedly. Matt didn't care why, if it was impatience, compassion, pity, or some weird sense of understanding; he was just grateful.

"Hey! I want to-"

"Thank you. Two nights back, I busted an arms deal," Matt announced, cutting Stark off.

"I read about that," he noted, not impressed, while Steve hummed in appreciation.

"Yeah. Well, there was one strange box. When I opened it and touched the thing inside, it disappeared. Just... vaporized, into thin air. My best guess? That's-"

"-the source," Steve finished. "And it just disappeared?"

"Well, I couldn't see anything, but... I couldn't touch it again, sense it anyhow. It was just gone."

"That's kinda weird. Why didn't you tell me that?" Foggy demanded, sounding wounded.

Matt gave him a look that spoke thousands of words he hoped. "You never want to hear about that."

Foggy only thought for a second before pouting. "That's... not wrong. Okay, fair, moving on."

"It's the same night we picked up the signal for the first time and it only has been growing stronger, leading us straight to the artefact," Bruce stated, clearly only for Matt's and Foggy's sake.

Well. That was not concerning at all.

"So...?" Foggy pried, not sure what it meant. Matt was glad he didn't have to be the one to ask.

"Well, we can try what you've suggested. We can touch it again – we still have it here, the thing I touched at least," Steve announced with a shrug.

Matt gulped. He had a feeling it couldn't be that easy.

He wasn't wrong.

He sensed the phantom of the energy he had felt that night radiating from the item, almost afraid to touch the artefact so it wouldn't blow up, but when he did, nothing happened. Neither when Steve tried. They touched it at the same time even, but it did nothing.

"Great. Now what?" Tony demanded, slightly irritated.

The answer came in a form of a thunder.

---

Back in his mind, Steve was aware that Thor arrived. But the rest of his body didn't like the sound of it – the terrible noise rattled in his bones, his ears feeling like they might actually bleed. The usually subtle tremble of the walls almost knocked him off balance and his palms went to cover his ears. He subconsciously crouched, a brief memory of being in a battlefield washing over him.

A split second later, the vibrations stopped. While Steve could still feel and hear the echo, he forced himself to breathe and listen in, knowing that the more he would let in, the faster he would calm down; the easier the reality would reach him.

It's just Thor. A friend.

"What on Earth was that?!" Foggy complained and with slight amusement Steve couldn't really indulge, the captain found him by Tony Stark's side as if he was seeking protection.

"That would be Thor," Bruce informed him swiftly, already telling Friday to send the god of thunder their way.

"As in the... the guy with the hammer. The god?"

"Yes, Nelson. But he's more of an alien than god," Tony hummed, manoeuvring his body from the lawyer's half-hearted grip.

With several deep breaths, Steve found himself relax. There was definitely no danger here. None of these people would harm him or anyone else, none of them posed a treat – no need to be alert. Just calm down.

Except Steve sensed Thor coming. He could sense the vibrations of the floor as Thor's heavy boots were falling on it, the shuffle of his armour and most importantly, the air of danger around him. It felt as if the air was sparkling with electricity, prickles and lightning, almost assaulting the space.

Steve wasn't afraid of Thor – but he appreciated the majesty and the power of the god more than ever.

The door slid open, revealing the Asgardian in all his glory – or Steve supposed – and he marched in hurriedly.

"Holy shit," Foggy breathed out, his and Matt's hearts speeding up. Hell, even the strange device in Tony's chest sounded differently.

"Thor," Steve greeted him simultaneously with Bruce only to realize that he was not in his own body and Thor had no clue who he was.

Which led him to a simple question. Was here a connection between this whole 'I woke up in someone else's body' and Thor's appearance? Steve had a feeling it did.

"I come bearing unpleasant tiding. An Asgardian artefact has been activated on Earth-"

Oh. Now that would make sense.

"Hello to you too, Drapes," Tony snarked, giving the god a pause in both speech and step. "And, you think?"

"My apologies. Hello, Stark. Doctor Banner. Captain. ...humans."

Foggy choked on air, while Matt kept his composure despite the tension in his muscles. Steve cleared his throat as the god had been turned to his original body when greeting him.

"Hi, Thor. Would the artefact happen to cause... I don't know, exchange of bodies and minds?" Steve asked blatantly, not sure how to phrase it better.

He could immediately feel the air shift as the Asgardian turned to him.

"How would you know that, mortal?" Thor demanded, half-curious, half-threatening.

This time Matt spoke up. "Because he's Captain Rogers. I'm Matt Murdock."

Thor's head snapped to Steve's actual voice and then back. "Oh."

"Yeah, we know. I guess you see how that's a problem?" Tony hummed, the smartass he was.

"Yes."

There was a short silence, interrupted but Tony's impatient voice; Steve had a feeling Foggy would have beaten him to it if he hadn't been overtaken by a respectful awe and... fear.

"Good, care to elaborate? What is this artefact and how do we reverse its effect for instance?"

Thor seemed somewhat sheepish, but his voice held great confidence.

"The artefact is my brother's doing-"

"Of course it is..."

"-and it is meant as a jest. If you touch the artefact, its other half activates and lures another being to itself. When touched as well, the spirits shall exchange their hosts."

"Alright. So it's a very advanced prank. How do we reverse it?" Tony asked the burning question.

Thor shook his head. "You do not."

"WHAT?!" sounded unison from all presents minus the god, shock immediately falling on the room.

Steve's heart positively stopped – both his own and the body's he was occupying now.

'You do not?' So we stay like this forever?! No!

That was not an option! Steve was Steve and Matt was Matt and they both had duties, they both had their place in the world, they both had their life and in their current situation, there was no way they could just deal with switched bodies! Steve couldn't rush into battle blind with his other senses exploding and Matt sure as hell couldn't just walk into a courtroom as Steve Rogers to defence!

Not to mention Matt was running around like a vigilante, which... yeah, Steve had still several questions about that dubious activity – not that he would hold it against Matt. Steve of all people knew that sometimes rules and laws stood in the path of justice, as much as he hated it.

It was kinda funny though. A vigilante. An outlaw. And a lawyer. If the situation was less dreadful, Steve might even appreciate the irony, but that was not the time and if Steve was about to be stuck in Matt's body forever, he everything but appreciated it.

"You're telling me they can't go back to their own bodies?" Bruce clarified, sounding seriously on edge. Or Steve thought so – he was too busy freaking out on the inside and maybe a little on the outside too.

Yeah, Steve and Matt were definitely hyperventilating now.

And Thor laughed. To Steve, it sounded like a horse neighing right in his ear.

"Oh no, the effects wear off on their own. There is nothing you can do to speed it up, though."

Collective sigh of relief was the answer. Oh thank god. Thank God.

"Way to give me a heart-attack, pal," Foggy huffed, his hand on his chest as if he wanted to make sure his heart was still beating in his ribcage. Steve would gladly confirm it was. He could hear it, which he didn't find less insane than an hour ago.

Speaking of hearing heartbeats, Thor's actually did sound like a thunder.

"And you would be?"

"Foggy Nelson. Matt's best friend," the lawyer hurried, offering his hand to shake. Steve prayed the god didn't crush the poor man's fingers. Matt's/Steve's hand followed as he introduced himself again, but Thor's attention returned to the other man.

"Do you control the fog here on Midgard?" Thor asked, intrigued.

Steve's lips twitched, few silent snorts echoing in the room. Could anyone blame Thor for coming to that assumption?

Steve could hear blood rushing to Foggy's face in embarrassment. The longer Steve spent in the man's presence, the harder it was to resist the urge to call him Foggy; the nickname suited him, expressing his kind – and perhaps a bit goofy – nature perfectly.

"Uhm... no?"

"Ah. That is confusing."

Tony clapped his hands twice. "Great. Now what do we do? How long until they... go back?"

Steve believed that the strange movement he registered coming from Thor was a shrug of his monstrous shoulders.

"...well, it might take a while," the alien admitted slowly, sounding as if he was charming a carefree smile. "But do not be alarmed, it is harmless."

"Harmless? Really?! He's blind, Thor! He's literally blind!" Tony pointed at Matt's Murdock body impudently. "Imagine someone would attack him now – either his own body or the one he-- wears!."

The face Steve wore automatically twisted in a grimace at Tony's phrasing.

"Yeah, I second that! What if it wasn't me coming to the apartment in the morning?"

"Oh," Thor hesitated. "That might be inconvenient. I assume it is not customary to train blind men in combat on Earth then?"

Matt took a deep breath, his pulse wavering. For some reason, Steve's skin cringed. Strange. Another involuntary reaction of Matt's body to the discussed subject?

"In this particular case..." Steve heard his own voice whispered by Matt, drawing a tiny whimper from Foggy.

It took that tiny sound for Steve to understand this was possibly the worst topic ever, even though he had no idea what the story behind their reaction was. He cleared his throat.

"Well, clearly Matt's capable of protecting himself. But yeah, I would appreciate being back to myself too."

Matt took another steadying breath, trying to remain at least a bit calm. "Thor, how long is a while?"

"I am sorry, my friend, I do not know."

"I'm... not your friend, he is," Matt noted with a sigh, subtly pointing towards Steve in Matt Murdock's body. Only to be rewarded with Thor's confused deep voice.

"Of course you are. I am a friend to all humanity."

"That's very godlike of you," Foggy remarked. Steve (and probably Matt) shot him a glare. "What, that was funny! And true!"

Bruce cleared his throat, supressing laugh. "Okay. What do we do in the meantime? I don't think either of you should leave – mainly because of the security risks."

Steve gulped. He would fight until his/Matt's last breath if it came to it, but he couldn't argue with that logic.

"Alright. I don't have anywhere else to be for now."

"Well..." Matt considered slowly, turning to his law partner.

"Say no more, Murdock. As much as I would love to see our clients' faces when it would be Captain America greeting them in the office, I do have some common sense left. I'll just call Karen to close the office for the day, okay?"

"Thanks, Fog. But... what if it's... more than a day? What if-"

"Forget 'what if's for now. I got your back, buddy." Foggy patted Matt's bicep in a friendly manner and then retreated his hand quickly as if he got burnt. "Sorry, Captain! Didn't mean to grope!"

The weird sound that followed was hard to identify – but it Steve could take a guess, it was Tony snorting the water he had helped himself with through his nose.

Steve's lips twitched in amusement at Foggy's embarrassment.

"It's alright. I know this is all very... confusing."

"Yeah, no kidding. And I'm just the one watching..." Foggy murmured under his breath, exiting the room to make a phone call. "Yeah, Karen, it's me, look, we have a small issue with Matt waking up in Steve Rogers' body, yes, that Steve Rogers aka Captain America's body-"

"...what?"

Steve smiled for himself, trying to tune out the conversation outside of the room. He had a distant feeling that this Karen woman (based on the fact she apparently also knew about Matt Murdock's double life) was an exceptional employer and she definitely deserved a raise for dealing with... well, unnatural occurrences.

"So now we just sit and wait?" Matt stated more than asked.

Steve sighed.

Yeah, it looked like it. Steve hated sitting and waiting. But right now, it was apparently the only option. Unless they wanted to make this even messier and hurt someone – starting with themselves.