"You feelin' good?" Luke asked when Matt exited his bedroom.

"Yeah, I'm doing fine." Matt groaned as he sat on his armchair. "What are you cooking?"

"Pancakes and eggs." Luke said, focusing on the stove, "You came back from the dead. That's nice but as soon as you leave the grave, someone wants you dead. You're life keeps on getting better and better, doesn't it."

"But it can still get better." Matt chuckled and sensed that Claire wasn't in the building nor near the building, "Claire went home?"

"She just went out and checked on Danny to see why he didn't show up. You're lucky that you managed to message Claire before you passed out."

"Pretty lucky." Matt stood up and stared outside the window. Technically he couldn't see anything but he could sense everything. "How's the new recruit?"

"Reyes. Well..." Luke chuckled while placing the eggs on a plate. "He's progressing but he ain't done with S.H.I.E.L.D. yet but once he is, he's joining the team. Breakfast is served."

"Thanks." Matt walked over to the counter and grabbed a plate of pancakes and eggs. Once he tasted both, he acknowledged Luke's cooking skills, "You should cook more. It tastes good."

"You should taste what Claire cooks. Especially when it's Thanksgiving. Damn, she makes the best food."

"Can you tell me why Stephen Strange showed up to my funeral?"

"One day I was chasing two criminals who stole a lot of money from the bank and suddenly this man in a cape and a necklace shows up and uses his magic. I shook his hand, told him I was Luke Cage and I knew the Devil of Hell's Kitchen."

"Did you say any names?"

"No. I know that you wouldn't want anyone to know your identity. I understand that though."

"Thanks for not mentioning my name by the way. I appreciate that."

"Anything I would do for a man like you." Luke chuckled and stopped leaning on the counter. "You should get some rest. Your friend said that he is expecting you at Josie's tonight."

Frank Castle and Micro were waiting in a truck right outside the docks, waiting for a guns deal to start. Frank and Micro just stopped by a diner a few minutes ago to grab two burgers and there they were, eating it. Frank was holding a sniper, ready for the package to be unveiled. Micro had hacked all the cameras in the area. All they had to do was wait.

Frank was patient. Waiting for the opportunity to show itself. And there it was, two men came out of a ship with two containers of weapons. Frank raised his sniper and aimed at the two men until another one showed up. He was wearing a leather jacket, pants and boots. He was also bald with a trigger tattoo in the back of his head.

"Micro, can we get a quick scan on the guy who just arrived." Frank said.

"Lester Pondexter. Ex-military turned into an assassin but he's been assassinating the guys we are targeting so seems reasonable." Micro reporter.

"But why is he talking with Fisk's men?"

"Is that really Fisk's men though?"

"I think I need to make a few phone calls." Frank sighed and took a seat, "Can you get a hold of Matthew Murdock?"

Matt could sense Foggy from three blocks away. The perfume gave it away. The man was already drinking beer by the time he arrived. He was looking happy but then he looked concerned when Matt arrived. He gave Matt a hug and they both sat down.

"Claire told me about the wound. You feeling good?" Foggy asked, ordering a drink.

"Besides the burning this morning, I've been feeling better." Matt answered but he didn't look convinced, "I've felt worse."

"You can't be going out every night, trying to stir up a round with the bastard. This guy shot you in the chest and let you live. Imagine if he finished you off." Foggy scoffed, "We wouldn't even be having this conversation."

"I'll try my best to lay low. But if this guy threatens the people I care about, you know I have to put on the suit."

"This guy was ex-military and a trained sniper. He is a master at hand to hand combat as well. He's like a Swiss Army knife."

"And what do you think about me?"

"A punching bag." Foggy chuckled.

"Hey, at least I know how to fight back." Matt smiled.

"Yeah... but still a punching bag."

Matt then sensed something on the roof. He had a fresh sniper but his pistol was so familiar. It was the man he met a few nights ago. He was aiming at the exit, waiting for the person to leave.

"The man who shot me, he's on the rooftop right across us with a sniper." Matt whispered.

"Is he aiming inside?" Foggy asked in fear.

"At the exit. He's... not aiming for me, it's for you."

"Why does someone want me-" Foggy was interrupted by a man who entered the bar.

"Well..." Frank chuckled and hugged Matt, "speak of the Devil, it's you."

"Hey Frank." Matt smiled.

"How are you holding up, Foggy." Frank asked.

"Working hard."

"That's what I like to hear." Frank laughed and gave Foggy a pat in the back. He leaned towards Matt and whispered, "Bullseye looking to kill the ones closest to you and he's going to start with Foggy. I'll keep your friend here but it will be a matter of time before he finds Karen."

"Where is she?"

Frank brought his phone out and called somebody, "Micro, the girl?"

After a few chatting, Frank placed his phone down and sat beside Foggy. He looked back at Matt.

"New York Bulletin." Frank looked back at Foggy and smiled. "Matt's going to help Danny because he's in the gym right now."

"Doesn't make a lot of sense but ok."

Karen was working late at night on a article that needed to be finished by tomorrow afternoon. It was important because Ellison promised a promotion. It was about the return of the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. She didn't want to believe it was Matt so she just thought it was someone else.

But there he was, standing in the doorway in his Daredevil armor and a bullet hole in his chest. Karen placed her hand over her mouth in shock when she noticed the scar on Matt's lip. She could already tell it was him.

"I thought that you were dead." Karen asked and moved away a little when Matt took a step close.

"I'll explain Karen. All of it." Matt exhaled and walked over to here. "I just need to-"

Bullseye shot Matt in the back but the bullet didn't penetrate his armor. Matt covered Karen until the shooting was over. Bullseye kept on shooting the building with a pistol, not with the sniper he had. Once it was over, Matt stood up and glanced at Karen.

"Get out and call the cops." Matt told Karen and she nodded.

Matt jumped towards the building and started chasing Bullseye. They only stopped when they reached a dead end. The jump was too high and Bullseye was cornered by Matt. He grabbed his batons out and he grabbed his knives out.

"The Devil of Hell's Kitchen versus the Man who never Misses." Bullseye said.

"Is that what you're calling yourself now?"

"Hey... I didn't choose that name. They did." Bullseye smiled.

Matt and Bullseye clashes in the middle, neither one of them backing down. Matt's skills in fighting and Bullseye's skills in knives were equal. None of them could get the upper hand. They were evenly matched. Matt went up for a kick but Bullseye dodged it. Matt fell face first on the ground and Bullseye stabbed his thigh. Matt shouted in pain as Bullseye drove the knife deeper. Matt fought the pain and kicked Bullseye with his other knee and throwing the knife away. They continued to fight but this time, both of them were using their fist.

In the middle of the battle, Frank shot a bullet in-between them to get their attention. Now they were continuously moving to avoid the shots being fired by Frank. Once Matt had Bullseye laying on the ground, he grabbed his throat. Frank stopped shooting.

"Stay away from me and this city. I own it." Matt said but Bullseye laughed.

"Even thought I have no guns on me, I never missed."

Bullseye struck Matt with a right elbow and stood up. Frank shot his sniper but Bullseye and Matt exchanged positions and Matt got hit in the place where it wasn't bulletproof. Once Matt laid on the ground, Bullseye jumped off the roof and ran away. Matt laid on the ground, trying not to pass out and thinking of Sister Maggie.