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Moment of Awesome - Matt Murdock/Daredevil: The morning after an eXcalibur mission, Matt discovers he's lost his powers and reacts... about as well as you'd expect. Waking slowly, Matt made an annoyed sound at the interruption before sitting up and almost falling out of bed. Flailing, with a cry of surprise, he and Darcy hit the floor with a thud, "Darcy?" he asked, reaching out carefully. Did she say Clint was in the other room? "Clint?" he screamed, scrambling away and hitting the side of the bed hard. Clint bolted upright off the couch, practically flinging himself across the room and possibly fucking up his shin on Darcy's coffeetable but who gave a flying fuck? Not Clint Barton, that was for sure. Cause all Clint could think about was the sheer terror he'd just heard in his little brother's voice - a kind of terror he hadn't had to hear since Matt was first brought to live with him and his dads. "Matt," Clint called back, bursting through the bedroom door Darcy had disappeared through. He stubbed his toe on something, he didn't bother to check what, and he completely disregarded whatever state of nakedness might or might not be happening in the bed because -- well. Family first. "Matt, it's okay, hold on," Clint said, tripping over a shoe next and faceplanting on the end of the bed. He righted himself, then crawled up and over to where his younger brother was huddled against the side of the bed on the floor. "Hey, hi, Matty-Matt, I gotcha." Reaching out, he pulled Matt into his chest. "C'mon, it's okay. I gotcha. What's wrong? I can't fix it if you don't tell me." Darcy's head throbbed from where she'd hit the floor, neck and shoulders sending additional shots of stinging pain to join in. At least Matt and Clint weren't screaming anymore. "Ow," she managed to get out, forcing herself to relax her jaw and muscles. "I can't see, I can't..." Matt reached for where Clint's voice was, grabbing him and holding on tight, like he might somehow float away if he let go or even just loosened his grip, "Everything's...I can't hear your heartbeat..." He tucked his head against his brother's chest trying to find it. "It's all.... gone." "Okay," Clint said, nodding slowly against the top of Matt's head. "Okay, take some deep breaths for me." Reaching down, he pried one of Matt's hands out of his shirt and pushed it up to his own neck, right over his jugular. "It's a little fast, cause you scared the shit outta me, but there it is, okay? Heartbeat acquired."