A whole lot more fluff, a little bit of angst. Vera's POV.

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Even though they didn't know how long the… spell was going to last, they spent few precious moments just lying in bed; cuddling types, both of them, thank god. Touch was still a thing, even when Matt could see. He might be following his fingers tracing her skin with his eyes, watching love-bites blossoming where his mouth got too eager (she could feel the smugness radiating of him whenever he saw one, possessive bastard), but yeah, the sense of touch was as important for him as ever.

Vera was enjoying the chilling, letting him play with her hair, rewarding him with a kiss every now and then. She didn't want to press, hell she didn't even have the right; this was Matt's miracle, Matt's time and he could spend it whichever way he wanted to. So she patiently waited until he pressed a lingering kiss on the top of her head, his heart speeding up in his chest covered with her palm.

"Getting up? Time to see more of this world?" she mumbled, pecking his collarbone.

Matt hummed in agreement, caressing her hair once more before letting go.

Vera unwillingly left his arms, sitting up and swinging her legs over their bed. She took a deep breath as her head spun a little, convincing herself her body didn't feel like made of jello anymore. She was lying through her teeth, but she still got up, looking around to find her clothes.

She subconsciously raised her hand to scratch her arm, stopping in the middle of the movement, the realization of how weird it might look striking her. She glanced at Matt with the corner of her eye to make sure; he was supporting himself on one elbow now as if he wanted a better view and yes, he was still watching her. Staring even. Tracing every single movement. Jesus. No scratching then.

Matt tilted his head curiously when he noticed she had tensed. "What is it?"

His eyes travelled around her face, trying to solve the puzzle behind her nervousness. It made her heart jump. She felt… busted. And her arm itched, dammit. She made her way to the closet, finding clean underwear to put on, already feeling better when not standing in front of him completely naked.

"Nothing."

"Vera."

She turned to him, opening and closing her mouth twice without a single sound coming out and then she realized it must have look stupid as well. She wanted to bang her head against a wall.

"Please, stop staring," she whined, scanning the room for her bra.

His eyes turned hurt. "But I like what I'm seeing."

Perfect, Murdock. Very smooth. A+ for flirting.

"That's… very flattering, thank you." Except he would probably like everything, because he was fucking seeing things and people after like twenty years. "But… I need you to…" She drew small circles in the air, gesturing so he would turned around.

"Why?"

"Because I need to scratch my arm dammit!" she blurted out. At least she found her bra – it was still in the bed, right behind Matt. Duh.

Matt's eyebrow shot up in surprise and he pushed up so he could look at her even better. Awesome. "What?"

"I… oh god, this is awkward. I don't want you to have… a picture of me scratching my arm burned to your retinas, Matt."

"But I do," he announced, a brilliant smile reaching his lips.

Vera blinked in shock. "I'm sorry, what?!"

He rose to his feet, making her way to her. Honestly, Vera was quickly forgetting the itching spot, because she had more pressing issues. Like what the hell?!

"I want to."

"Why?!" she cried out.

"Why not?"

Vera opened her mouth, speechless once more. She quickly closed it as his smile widened. "Because— because- it's weird. And awkward and-"

"Real?" he finished and she shot him a helpless look. "I want to remember everything about you when I'm not gonna be able to see you again, Vera."

"That's… really sweet, okay, but— I understand you want to see what do I look like, to see me smile or something, you wanted to see me when- making love, which- I hope you didn't lose your illusions or whatever, but I- I want you to remember good things, nice things."

"I saw you cry too."

"Yeah, that wasn't— I'm a sap and an emotional wreck-"

"And I just saw you speechless and embarrassed. And want all of it, Vera, because I don't want fragments. Yes, I could hold onto one single image, perfect, rigid— no that came out wrong, you are perfect, any picture of you. I want to see everything, so I don't have to imagine anymore. I want a complete picture, a moving picture, I want a movie. I want to see you frowning, so next time you sound like frowning, I have a picture of it burned to my retinas. I saw you crying, I saw you laughing, I saw you blushing, I saw you— blissful, I guess, I saw your shock when I told you I want to see you scratching your arm, and now I'm seeing how you look when you're touched again, glassy eyes, but happy, and now I'm half tempted to make you mad so I can see your anger too. I want it all, Vera, I want to see everything and remember everything. Because I love all of you. And I want to stop imagining things when I have the chance to actually see them now."

Vera watched his sincere expression up close as he walked to her, crossing the distance between them with each declaration. Oh, okay, that was— he was- yeah, she had no idea what to say to that. It made sense of course, but it was incredible. It got to her all over again, the fact Matt wanted to remember her, how much of time from the unknown period he had gotten he was willing to dedicate to her. Yet another way of telling her how important she was to him, how much he loved her.

"…goddammit, Matt. Do they teach this somewhere? Like how to make me cry and grinning like an idiot at the same time?"

"Nope, I'm afraid not…" he exclaimed with a boyish grin, aware of what effect his words had on her – there was no doubt he meant them, simply revealing how he felt without aiming for making her emotional, yet enjoying it the same as if he had.

"Matt… I… I don't have so many beautiful words for you. But… I want to you to know that I feel the same. I— even when I can't express it like you… I love you. So much," she offered lamely, absolutely pathetic, somehow causing his smile to grow wider, his eyes softening.

"I know, love. You don't need words. You're saying it with everything you do. You always have."

She breathed in shakily, trying to smile for his sake. He could see her smile for now, she might as well let him. "Okay. So… uhm, what's next? Put on some clothes, would you? We're exploring the world."

The corners of his lips twitched. "Sure. But first things first. Are you gonna scratch your arm now when we have an understanding or should I do it I for you?"

Vera burst out laughing, crossing the last distance between them and throwing her arms around him, making their bodies one shaking laughing mess.

Battlin' Jack Murdock's gear was the first thing. Matt examined the red boxing gown with tears in his eyes and Vera gave him his privacy while starting her laptop to find the famous Murdock vs. Creel match. She mentally praised her past self for saving the video as well as audio when finding the recording at Fogwell's.

Matt settled on the couch with the robe in his lap, his fingers clutching on it as they watched the video. They sat long after the match ended, Vera almost afraid to breathe, until Matt leaned into her, kissing her gingerly, lingering tender dance of their lips, his whispered thank you instead of music.

"One more time?" he pleaded timidly and Vera kissed him one more time, clicking on replay, because she was fairly sure he wasn't talking about kissing.

And then the time for his own gear came. Matt stared at it, weird combination of smugness, embarrassment and excitement on his face, until he admitted the horns were a little too much.

Vera burst out laughing, encouraging him to try it on. Matt did, only to find out that in the helmet, he couldn't see a thing. His lips parted in surprise.

"He knows," he breathed, shocked, but not as alarmed as he probably should be. Vera blinked in surprise. "Melvin knows I'm blind."

Vera snapped a picture of Daredevil so Matt could see himself with the helmet on, before she carefully took it off. "Is that bad? You think he told anyone?"

The corners of Matt's lips twitched as she handed him the phone and he could see Daredevil in all his glory. He met her eyes.

"No. If anyone, then Betsy, and I'm not sure about that either."

"Betsy?" Vera asked, not following. Hell, she had had no idea Matt's secret armour-maker was named Melvin until few seconds ago.

"I think she's his… girlfriend. Melvin's a little complicated-" Vera huffed a tiny laugh at Matt calling someone complicated, which caused him to shot her a slightly annoyed look, "-but what he told me about her was that she wants him to be good and he wants to be good for her, so I guessed who Betsy was from experience."

Vera's lips parted at that. Dammit, Murdock. "Sweet-talker."

Matt smiled at her, stripping his armour in favour to try on the old one. With the fabric covering his eyes, Vera snapped another picture, since he had the same problem like with the helmet.

"Alright, I guess it wasn't too hard for him to figure— you really like this old one, don't you?" he noted as Vera felt herself getting excited when seeing him in black again.

She had gotten used to the new suit, forgetting how incredibly hot he had looked in the old one. Christ, Matt wearing this should be illegal – not because of the activities he had been doing in it, but because of the effect it had on her.

Matt reached for the fabric on his face to strip it, but Vera beat him to it, covering his hands with hers, stealing a kiss from the mysterious vigilante. She loved Matt, what they had now, she really did, but the reminder of the early days of their relationship made her all tingly, causing butterflies in her stomach to flip their wings wildly. Matt smiled into the kiss, his fingers leaving the mask only to sink his hand into her hair and wrap one arm around her waist. He deepened the kiss easily, running his tongue over her lower lip before entering her mouth. The butterflies in Vera's abdomen got crazy.

She didn't bother to supress a whine when he retreated, brilliant grin on his face. "We'll go back to this as soon as possible, but I don't really need to see for that part. Why don't you show me how you look in red dress up, hm?"

They spent another hour going through the photos from the benefit – revealing Karen as well – and from Marky's wedding. Matt wanted to watch the video of them dancing as well, smiling and whispering how proud he was of her when seeing her by his side.

"You really did look like a fairy," he breathed contentedly, the arm around her waist pulling her closer. "You were beautiful. And so happy."

"I had an amazing dancing partner and it happened to be the man I love, of course I was happy," she whispered back, smiling like a madwoman at his reverential voice, allowing herself to be proud a little as well.

"Sweet-talker."

Vera giggled, stealing another kiss from him. "Okay. What's next, Matt? What or who do you want to see?"

His expression turned a little dreamy, taking her hand, standing up and drawing her up with him. "The sky up close."

Their timing was pretty good – they had spent almost whole day doing other things, the sun already setting. The horizon was slowly turning from blue to pink, thin clouds with gaps showing the sky between; in Czechia, they called it lamb clouds, resembling the fine fur of a lamb. She didn't know the term in English. The point was, it was beautiful and she thanked God Matt got to witness this sunset from all sunsets he could ever see.

Matt hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. Even without seeing his expression, she could tell he loved it, watching it with teary eyes. His city was slowly lightening up, thousands of lights, the Empire State glowing in red as if it wanted to pay a tribute to him. Vera smiled at the idea, covering Matt's hands on her stomach with hers. Matt interlaced their fingers, his fingertips running over her engagement ring. It made her heart jump.

"Will you marry me?" he whispered to her ear, making something in her abdomen clench, her breathing hitching.

"You already asked that," she stated with a smile, turning her head to meet his lips shortly. His eyes twinkled. And I said yes.

"I know. But if I didn't, this would be the perfect moment."

Vera chuckled, watching the horizon darkening, blue turning into grey, merging with the pink and the yellow of the city lights.

"Yes, Matt. Yes, I'll marry you," she humoured him, causing his grip to tighten, his lips brushing her cheek.

"Thank you."

"But just to remind you? The way you asked was perfect," she reassured him softly and he nuzzled his nose in her hair.

"It wasn't exactly how I planned it," he admitted, sheepish. Vera tensed. She knew that, but…

"How did you?" she asked tentatively, not really expecting an answer. But damn, he made her curious now.

She had never asked. What the point would be? She got a perfect proposal, magical, just because Matt had done it and it had felt so spontaneous as if he couldn't help himself anymore, not leaving any room for her to doubt his feelings.

Vera heard him gulp and sigh, warm air ticking her neck. He was gonna confess. He was going to tell her. It made her ridiculously excited. So she liked hearing about people proposing, sue her, and now Matt was about to tell her what had he had planned on doing. She could be a little excited, right?

"In… in the café," he said hesitantly and it took Vera all strength she had to not spin in his arms. What?

"In the café? Like… in public?"

She tried to keep her voice calm, but her heart hammering in her chest in surprise gave her away. Matt wanted to do a public proposal? What…?

Matt hummed against her neck, hiding his face. "It wasn't about that. It was… it was where we first met, where you wrote that rhyme on Foggy's cup, where you made me smile for the first time."

Vera melted in his arms. "That's… that's really sweet, Matt."

"And… when you got kidnapped and the cops came to our office, the cups of coffee in their hands made me so angry, they were just… drinking coffee while you were gone— it… it made me realize I cared a whole lot more than I should have. And then you started sticking my name in Braille to my own cups and…" he continued to her amazement and Vera thought her heart might burst. That was so thoughtful.

"And then Stick came," he added darkly. "I never hated a coffee cup before, Vera. And after— after I thought I saw you die, there was another one and the after… after everything, you just took me back and it felt like nothing had changed… And then we… we had the accident and ever since I woke up, you just showed up every day with another coffee and muffin and… I wanted to make it special. To involve Karen and Foggy maybe, help me write down the question on the cups, probably Terri's friends you wouldn't know to impersonate Will and Mary—… I'm sorry I didn't want to make you upset."

Vera chuckled through her tears, freeing one of her hands to wipe them away.

"I'm not upset, you brilliant mind," she barely whispered, her head spinning. "It's beautiful. I repeat, I loved how you proposed, before you make any assumptions." Which needed to be said, because she already felt him taking a breath to say something stupid no doubt. "But this is incredibly thoughtful. How did you even think about something like this?"

Matt just shrugged, wisely keeping his mouth shut. Vera wasn't disappointed he never got to this plan, not— okay, maybe a little. It sounded really- nah, she knew he wanted to do it and that was enough. If anything, the fact he had such a wonderful plan and he had thrown it away when being caught up in a moment in the middle of the night, it only made the feeling in her chest warmer.

"I swear, Matt, I don't know what I've ever done to deserve you. Thank you for telling me."

He kissed the side of her neck. "You don't feel sorry for… missing it, since you like it?"

Vera just shook her head, drying her cheeks again before actually shifting in his embrace to face him. The moment he saw her expression, he probably understood, because the slight worry on his face resolved.

"I love you, Matt," she confessed, his eyes twinkling at that.

"And I love you."

They didn't go anywhere else. They stayed on the rooftop until they were too cold and they felt like they watched the city long enough. They downed some food, something they kinda forgot with all the excitement, watching Matt's father's fight again.

Vera asked him if he wanted to go anywhere, see anything else, nervousness creeping into her voice. It lasted really long, longer than she had expected. She was glad Matt got to see so much, but she worried if it had any consequences.

"No. I don't think I need to see anything else," he murmured into her hair as they were resting on the couch, her head on his chest. "I saw everything I needed. I saw more than I could ever wish for."

" 'kay."

His fingers stilled. "Would you wear the blue dress? The one-"

"Yeah, of course," Vera agreed instantly, heading to the bedroom to find the dress he had given her for their first Christmas together. She slipped them on easily, a little annoyed with the shoulder straps of her bra being visible. She peeked to the living room, seeing Matt smiling curiously.

"You look beautiful. Come here," he breathed and Vera would swear he was squinting a little. A lump started growing in her throat.

"It's starting, isn't it?" she asked, voice strangled. Matt's face twisted in an unhappy grimace, nodding. Vera quickly looked around, her mind racing. "You sure you don't want to see anything else? Anything, Matt."

Matt shook his head, beckoning for her to come closer. Vera blinked her tears away, walking to him as he straightened on the couch. His fingers reached for her dress, tugging lightly to pull her closer. He met her lips shortly, a solitude tear rolling down his cheek as he traced her lips with his thumb.

Vera looked away from his face, his expression making her cry harder. Christ. He was losing his sight again. How was that fair?

"No, no, no, no. Look at me, please. Vera, love, look at me," he pleaded hoarsely and she squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her lips together to stop them from trembling.

Get it together, you little coward. You're not the one who's not gonna be able to see again.

She met Matt's eyes; she could tell he lighted up at that, smiling.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and the only thing I really need to remember, okay?" he whispered and something between a chuckle and a sob bubbled in her throat. "Smile for me?"

Vera noticed the ridiculous and honestly heart-breaking resemblance between the moment and their morning encounter. Matt wanted her to look at him. To smile for him. Ježišmarja. She forced the corners of her lips to rise, focusing on Matt's happiness at everything he had seen today to make her smile real.

Matt blinked, releasing more tears before he closed his eyes and draw her in for a kiss. She would swear she heard church bells. Midnight. Seriously? Midnight – and the ball is over?

When he withdrew, he didn't open his eyes again. Vera knew why; it wouldn't make a difference.

"I'm so sorry," she whimpered pathetically and Matt just shook his head, finding her lips again, reaching for her left hand to stroke the line of her ring with his trembling fingers.

"Don't be."

He pulled her down on top of him, his hand wandering to her shoulder, to the back of her neck, the fingers of his other hand dancing up her thigh. He captured her lips with his, sinking in deeply, stealing her shaky breath. He inhaled heavily; taking in her scent, she realized. Tasting her. Hearing her furious heartbeat. Mapping her out with his sensitive touch.

'Seeing' her.

She cried a little harder, returning his kiss and affection with all she had.

"Don't be sorry and let me see you again."

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Notes:
So, that's a thing O:-) I couldn't help myself and needed to write down my own (and Verdevil's, of course) version of 'Matt can see'. Got even more fun than I thought I would, it got out of hand a little. If you want to read a whole different case of Matt can see, which involves body-swap with the one Steve Rogers, check out my profile and look for 'Think Again (When You Stop Freaking Out)'.