Matt came home after what happened in the Dojo. Danny said he would pay for all the damages the snipers did to the Dojo which made Matt feel bad. Now with a contract on his head, Daredevil may be resting for the next few weeks.

Someone knocked on his door and it was Foggy. He had two paper bags with him as he walked inside Matt's apartment. He placed it on the table and sighed.

"So Daredevil has a contract for his death now," Foggy said, "What's your plan?"

"I won't wear the suit, Foggy. I can't." Matt exhaled in frustration.

"What it Fisk is playing you? What if he knows that Matt Murdock and Daredevil are the same person." Foggy argued but Matt couldn't answer, "Soon, people will be focusing on Matt Murdock and not Daredevil."

"Give me some time."

"How about not wearing the suit at all?"

"Not an option." Matt sat on the couch, "If I give up the suit, who's going to protect Hell's Kitchen?"

"Tony Stark."

"Tony Stark?" Matt repeated and scoffed, "He's going to bring his problems with him."

"Like what?"

"If he's going to get involve, the people he cares about will be in danger. Ms. Potts, his assistant and Peter Parker."

"What about Peter Parker?"

"He's Spider-Man. I could sense it from a mile away." Matt stood up and looked out the window, "Besides, Stark is too busy with the Accords. He's trying to get rid of it."

"He's not going to bring Steve Rogers back with that."

"Aren't we discussing about the contract?"

"What else is there to discuss, Matt? Your second life is dead. No one can come back to that."

Matt hit the wall with his elbow in anger. He glanced at Foggy and walked pass by him to the chest. He placed his father's garments to the side and brought the chest out. Foggy waited until Matt came out of the bedroom with his Daredevil suit on.

"What the hell are you doing?" Foggy asked with annoyance.

"Making a name for myself." Matt smirked and walked up to the roof exit.

"You still have some coffee and bagel over here."

"Leave it inside the refrigerator." Matt answered, closing the door.

Matt stood over another bar where he sensed that there were people inside with plans. Plans to cut the head of Daredevil. To give the mask of Daredevil to Fisk to claim their money. Matt was going to show them how hard it will be.

But he sensed that there was something off. He did a backflip to dodge two knives that were being thrown at him. When Matt turned around to sense who it was, it was a ex-military who has been turned into an assassin. He could sense fresh blood on his jacket.

"You know," The man talked while looking at his knives, "I have a reputation of not missing."

"Some people have their off nights." Matt smirked.

"I'm sorry..." The man smiled, "Was I trying to hit you?"

Suddenly he shot Matt in his chest and it hit the spot where it wasn't bulletproof. Matt laid on the ground, moaning in pain. The man slowly walked towards him and chuckled.

"I'm going to collect that contract." Bullseye removed Daredevil's mask, "Murdock."

"Then get it right now."

"I've read, watched and even seen you fight and I'm interested. I'm rich. I'm living the life but do you know what I'm missing? Someone with skill." Bullseye sat on the edge of the roof and started explaining, "I've killed many people the last few years. One shot, I get the cash. But you are special. So I'm giving you this chance to go back to your apartment and think about yourself. And once you see another chance, don't even hesitate to grab it. By the way, you're bleeding out so you might want to get to Hell's Kitchen as soon as possible."

"You're an..." Matt coughed and held his wound, "asshole."

"It wouldn't be my first." Bullseye chuckled and started walking away.

Matt stood up and looked down at his wound. The armor slowed down the bullet but it still penetrated his skin. He basically limped his way towards his apartment. Bullseye also took his mask with him so he also needed to avoid being noticed on the streets. It also made it harder that he was pretty far away from his apartment. Maybe fifteen blocks away.

Once he reached his apartment, he immediately grabbed his phone on the table and texted Claire.

"Claire, I need help." Matt texted before he collapsed onto the floor.

Matt groaned when he woke up. He had gauze wrapped on his chest and he was in a pool of sweat. There was a picture of his father right beside him which was newly placed. He tried to sit down but couldn't. Claire walked in after hearing the noise.

"And I thought you were dead." Claire sighed and sat beside him. "What happened?"

"Elektra. She saved me and brought me to my old church." Matt explained, "And I met my mom and stayed in the church for three months."

"Luke is outside, buying groceries for you. He hopes that the food will help." Claire let out a faint smiled kissed his forehead, "You should get some rest."

"Thanks, Claire."

Bullseye was let into the prison after going through some contraband. He left his weapons at home so he could have a friendly visit with King Kong. Before he met the man in charge, he was greeted by Stewart Finney. After he was done talking with him, he was brought into a room with a table and two chairs. There he waited for him.

Fisk came in, handcuffed, and formally sat on front of him. Bullseye smirked at him when they looked at each other for the first time.

"Mr Fisk. A pleasure to meet you." Bullseye smiled.

"Lester Pondexter. It is an honour to meet such a man with a high reputation. What brings you here?" Fisk asked.

"I want you to hire me. To take down the Devil. I injured him. He's hurt. I gave him time to heal so I could strike again."

"I will hire you but what does the information mean to me."

"I'm giving you time to get rid of the contract and offer me three million dollars in cash. I hope that's not asking too much?"

"The funds will be transferred once I'm out of Ryker's and I have the horns of the Devil."

"The deal is done?"

"It is indeed." Fisk smiled. "But I have a request. Don't kill him immediately. Hurt those he cares the most."

"Any names?"

"Foggy Nelson and Karen Page. They work for Hogarth, Chao and Benowitz and the New York Bulletin, respectively."

"I'm on it, boss."