Unlike the rest of the story, the first chapter is set relatively shortly after the events of the epilogue of Damned If I Don't.

I didn't want to rate the story, because it has like one short part that needed it – in chapter 10. Consider yourself warned. I'm sure you'll recognize when it's coming and you can skip it if you feel like it might offend your delicate senses…

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1. Are you coming?

Vera thought she was being subtle. Apparently, she wasn't. Because her Czech friends were able to tell Matt came back from the way she started joining conversations more often and with more enthusiasm.

M: Is he coming with you? Marky asked in private conversation while all four of them chatted together. Vera felt her eyebrows deliberately shot up in silent question.

Me: What?

M: Matt. Obviously, he's back. Is he coming with you for the wedding? I just need to know. If he doesn't, I have to rearrange the seating plan.

Vera was astonished by the fact Marky somehow figured out he was back without Vera telling them. And then she frowned.

Me: Wait, what? You need to change it if he DOESN'T come?

M: Obviously. I was kinda counting on him to return early enough. And I knew if he was, you would totally be back together. If you were ever NOT together.

Count Vera impressed. With Terri knowing stuff, she forgot her friends in Czechia knew her pretty well too. But honestly… Matt attending a wedding with her? Somehow she couldn't make herself to imagine it. She could imagine introducing the amazing man she dated (it wasn't dating, it was… something, something she couldn't find a word for, because it was so much different from typical idea of dating) to her friends and family. But a wedding? She could imagine how uncomfortable that would probably make him. Not to mention flying. She wasn't a fan of flying herself. Her ears always hurt. How much Matt would hate that part alone? It would make him literally blind and deaf. And the money.

Me: I'll ask.

M: Asap, please.

Her phone beeped with a text. Speak of the (Dare)devil. Fogwell's tonight?

Me: Will do.

Vera answered him yes, of course. It was their first session after he returned. So far, they only… made up in the gym. In a very particular way. Jesus, he was so tender that night despite the fact he had almost broken his knuckles with the force he had been beating the shit out of the punching bag just minutes ago and he had broken someone's jaw earlier that night. He was like Jekyll and Hyde and it should be scary, but it wasn't. The touch, lighter than butterfly wings, burning hotter than fire, gentle lips, whispering sweet words, everywhere, so sinful…

Back on track.

Vera couldn't wait to continue their lessons. Not that they talked about it. He might as well assume that they were meeting for the part she was watching him making the bag swing. She had all necessary gear for that now – Terri bought her a bib for drooling. Vera would be looking forward either of the two possibilities. Now though? She was terrified.

She entered the gym with a lump in her throat, growing once she found him already waiting on the edge of the ring. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she approached him. They fell back into their relationship almost too easily; some moments though, it was like they were exploring the boundaries for the first time. This was definitely one of them.

Vera pecked him lightly on his lips in almost friendly kiss. He seemed a little taken aback.

"Hi," she hummed, pretending she didn't notice, taking off her backpack, changing clothes. She could feel his sightless gaze burning through her.

"Is everything okay?" Matt asked hesitantly and she wondered what kind of signals she was sending – and how did he interpret them. Angry? Nervous? Afraid?

"How do you feel about attending a wedding?"

Vera froze the same moment the question left her mouth, her t-shirt only half on. Did she just ask him what she thought she asked him? Stunned silence was the answer and she pulled her t-shirt down, gulping. Judging by his expression and the tension in his shoulders, the question surprised him the same way it did her.

He frowned, clearing his throat. "Depends. Who's getting married?" he asked casually. It wasn't fair; he could always be casual and she never managed to sound even close to casual.

"Marky."

"Your friend from Czechia?" He seemed confused. Vera just nodded, unable to say another word. "You want me to come to Czechia with you? To attend a wedding?" he reassured himself, face unreadable.

She just gaped. She didn't know. Did she? "She asked me today. If you were coming. … Again."

He felt her uneasiness. So he bounced from the ring, making her way to her and shrugged. Casually. "Sure. If you want to."

That totally threw her off. "What?"

"If you want me to come, I will. I would love to meet you friends."

Alright. That was… new. She observed him, bewildered. "But you- you're never leaving Hell's Kitchen. You didn't until recently and you practically didn't have a choice back then."

"I think the city can handle few days without me. The criminals would sure understand," he joked and at that point, Vera was pretty much sure she was dreaming. Since when the city could handle few days without him?

"O-okay. The plane ticket-"

"-won't be a problem," sounded a voice from the back of the room and Vera jumped, hand shooting to her chest.

"Jesus," she gasped, incredulously watching a man walking towards them, obviously with no shame for his eavesdropping.

"Nah, just Danny," he offered with a grin, stopping few steps from them. What the hell was he doing here? Her gaze returned to her slightly embarrassed boyfriend.

"…Danny wanted to join us."

"You don't say," she noted sarcastically, "hey, Danny. Or maybe I should rather say ."

Danny Rand was resurrected after almost twenty years of being proclaimed dead. The son of the CEO of the Rand Enterprise came back, ready to take over his father's company, at least partly. There was still a distance to go with that, lots of paperwork and fancy lawyer terms, but it was all over the news.

About two days after Matt Murdock officially returned to town – which was exactly five days after he revealed himself to Vera and four days after he broke Brett's jaw and was spotted in his Daredevil costume for the first time – he got to work, because Danny's plan to return to his father's company didn't go as well as he expected. The homeless look had probably something to do with that. And the fact he was declared dead several years ago and he kinda grew up since the time he had disappeared too. Matt spent hours and hours with his nose (well, fingers) buried in papers, forgetting to eat and live in general. Since he didn't go to the office of Nelson and Murdock anymore, working from home, he practically wasn't leaving his apartment (with exceptions of daredeviling), trying to help Danny get his life back. On few memorable occasions, Vera had to let herself in (Claire's key from Terri, she should probably give it back, considering), because he simply didn't hear her knock.

Vera snapped up from her thoughts as Danny gave her a brilliant smile. "Always 'Danny' for you. But hopefully with 's money soon, thanks to certain boyfriend of yours. Do you need the ticket too? Actually, I think I could borrow you a private jet," he hummed thoughtfully and Vera's head spun. Matt must have sense that, because he wrapped his arm around her waist, supporting her, tugging her to his hip, placing a kiss on her temple.

"We don't need to plan it all this very second," he offered gently, giving Danny a pointed look Vera suspected. Danny's enthusiasm didn't fall in the slightest.

"Sure. Just let me know." Danny held his right fist against the palm of his other hand, bowing a little with his eyes closed before locking his gaze with hers. "Now, show me what you got, Tiānshǐ."