"The accident, when I was a kid," Matt tells him almost automatically, same as he told Father Lantom when he called him out on who he really was. "Or I'm assuming it has something to do with that, anyway. I know they say that, when you lose one sense, all your others get heightened, but I don't think they meant like this." He gestures to himself again. "Not the way it works for me."

If it did, there would be blind vigilantes running around everywhere. Never mind the fact that Clint's in the same line of work and he's hearing impaired. That's different. As far as he's aware, there's nothing borderline supernatural about him, about what he does. He's just had years of practice, training to be a damn good shot. Stick also doesn't count.