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"This was not supposed to be my life anymore. It was supposed to be over." Orson said.

Years ago, K'un-L'un

"Show yourself or your brothers will die!" The ninjas of the Hand warned, having the warriors of K'un-L'un on their knees at the passageway with blades nearing their throats.

Orson was taking cover behind a rock before he charged his Iron Fist and jumped, slamming his fist to the ground, knocking everyone away.

Present

"The Fist has… taken its toll on my body." Orson said, showing Danny his bandaged hand. "One day, it would have been my death. It would have killed me. The greatest weapon that was supposed to protect K'un-L'un."

"You were the Iron Fist?" Danny asked, intrigued as he and Ward listened patiently.

"I know, who you are, Danny." Orson said. "My story of arrival to K'un-L'un is the same as yours. Our airship crashed into the heart of the city… the one day in ten years, when it was on this plane of existence. It was a miracle that no one died that day. Either in the air… or in the city."

"I've heard that some outsiders crashed outside K'un-L'un before but never the details." Danny admitted.

"Of course you didn't. Why would you?" Orson smiled. "Few weeks later, I was born there and accepted as their native-born son. Trained by Yu-Ti and then Lei Kung. The Thunderer."

"Lei Kung? My sensei?" Danny widened his eyes, considering how old Orson looked.

"You've met the Hand, haven't you?" Orson reminded. "Chi… it is a source of life. We used it as it was necessary. The Hand… all they cared about was living forever and gaining power. Lei Kung was my master and my friend too."

"Why did you send Davos the corpse of the Iron Fist? Who was it?" Danny asked.

"Someone before me." Orson said as he drank his tea. "I stopped caring about K'un-L'un long ago but honestly, I was heartbroken when I heard that it had fallen. Davos told me a message that the Iron Fist was in the hands of a pretender, who abandoned them… and perhaps I should have known better, considering what occurred in New York."

Danny and Ward widened their eyes. "How did you…"

"I've been keeping my eye on you since I heard what has happened few weeks ago." Orson said. "I know that look in your eyes. Struggling with purpose, filling the void within you… so you pass your mantle onto your lover, a former disciple of the Hand?"

"She is stronger and more determined than I could ever be." Danny said. "She knows her path. I'm still trying to find my own."

"I thought Davos was the one true Iron Fist." Orson wondered.

"He lost his path. Lost his mind. All because of hurt pride… and it was my fault." Danny admitted. "I've been trying to fix it since then."

"I see." Orson got up as Danny and Ward followed him to what seemed to be a large training room. "Give me your best shot."

"What?" Danny asked, confused.

"Give me your best shot." Orson repeated as he charged his Iron Fist and Ward and Danny realized what was he doing.

"Uh, Ward, you might want to…"

"Yeah, no kidding." Ward ran to the corner of the room before Orson and Danny roared, rushing at each other with their Iron Fists and upon impact, a large shockwave shattered the windows, cracked the walls and floors as Ward was knocked down on the ground and Danny and Orson were sliding across the floor in the opposite directions, barely able to stand.

"Impressive." Orson said.

Orson then held in his hands two guns as he fired chi rounds as Danny did so a few moments later as they were shooting bottles.

"Where did you learn that?" Orson asked.

"I didn't. It was… instinct." Danny said. Orson then reached for a yellow book that glowed and was written in Chinese. "What is this?" Danny asked.

"Our history, Danny. History of the Iron Fist written on the parchment made from the scales of Shou-Lao himself." Orson explained.

Danny touched it as the book's glow intensified.

"We all draw power from the same source. All Iron Fists." Danny realized. "That's why it's glowing in your and my hands."

"The secrets of our art. From the first Iron Fist, passed onto the next and the next, until me." Orson explained.

"Wait, this contains all your Kung Fu?" Ward realized.

"Take this. They'll be coming for you, just as they came for me." Orson said.

"Who?" Danny asked.

"It's your legacy now, Danny." Orson said before he collapsed and closed his eyes with a smile. "Make me proud, boy… make the Thunderer proud…" He tilted his head and drew his last breath as Danny looked saddened. There was so much he could have learned from Orson… but he had the book that contained the secrets of K'un-L'un.

"Danny… I don't even know what to say." Ward said.

Danny looked over the book briefly before he widened his eyes. "We need to get back to New York. Colleen needs to see this."

New York

"FBI!"

FBI agents burst in with Ray as he aimed his gun at a maid, holding a tray with cups. "FBI! Don't move!" The maid dropped the tray in fear as Ray went upstairs with other agents. "Freeze!"

"Where are you going?"

"Off the bed!" Ray ordered as he aimed his gun at a man in underpants in a bedroom before one of the agents pinned him to the wall. "Hands up! Show me your hands! Cuff him!"

"You have no right." One of the Albanians protested as the FBI agents were apprehending them. "Do you understand? You have no right."

FBI HQ

Rah was greeted with an applause as Wellers shook his hand with him and hugged him. "You got Mother Teresa. You actually bagged that asshole."

"Got his number one and number two also." Ray said. "And two judges, district police cap, a freaking deputy mayor…"

"This is gonna be a messy day for City Hall." Wellers smiled. "The Albanians had to be buying those guys off with more than tail."

"Burgos got their computers, so we're gonna find their money." Ray said. "Once we start tracking it, who knows how far this goes?"

"Thank you, Wilson Fisk." Wellers nodded.

"He's a gift that's gonna keep on giving." Ray said.

"I don't trust him. Once a crook, always a crook." A male agent around 40 years old with short brown hair said.

"Come on, Charles, as long as he keeps giving up, what does it matter?" Wellers said.

"Do I know you?" Ray asked.

"Ray, this is Charles Bernard. Transferred from Iowa few weeks ago." Wellers said.

"Iowa? What brings you here to New York?" Ray asked as he shook his hand with his new colleague.

"Family. Personal stuff. It's complicated. Let's just say I came to figure some things out. And please, call me Barney, everyone does." Barney said.

"I see." Ray nodded.

Ryker's Island

Fisk entered the weight room as a spotter was helping him with the bench press until the spotter gave Fisk a murdering glare. "Snitch." Suddenly, he pulled out a shiv and stabbed Fisk in the side of the abdomen. Yelling in pain, Fisk threw the spotter away as the weight fell on his neck. Fisk stepped on it as it pressed on the spotter's neck and he started to gasp for air. Fisk picked a weight, about to smash the spotter's face.

"No! No, don't! No!" The inmate begged. To his surprise, Fisk dropped the weight on the floor next to the inmate before the alarm blared and P.A. turned on.

"All Tier 2 COs, we have a 10-49 in progress in the weight room. All Tier 2 COs, we have a fight in the weight room."

Fisk sat down quietly as the guards entered, apprehending the attacker.

Clinton Church

Matt was bandaging his wounds as Maggie entered. "You keep beating the hell out of lowlifes, who weren't trying to hurt you and your brilliant next move is to go out and pick another fight?"

"Go away." Matt ordered.

"I have a special gift too." Maggie said. "I am impervious to bad attitude. So, you can throw your self-pitying bullshit at me all day around and I'll still be standing right here. Pissed off, maybe but right here." Matt sat down, frustrated. "You're gonna talk to me."

"Why did you become a nun?" Matt asked.

"I heard God's call." Maggie replied.

"So, you feel like being a nun is what you're meant to be?" Matt questioned.

Maggie nodded. "Yes. Very much."

"What if you couldn't be one anymore?" Matt asked. "What if it were taken from you?"

"Your point being that if we can't fulfill our calling, we might be better off as worm food?" Maggie inquired.

"Answer the question." Matt insisted.

Maggie scoffed. "I'll tell you what I wouldn't do. I wouldn't lose faith. I'd find some other purpose."

"If you can be anything else, it was never really your calling." Matt said. "Just tell me honestly, if you could no longer be a nun, wouldn't you grieve?"

"Of course I would." Maggie replied.

"Then please go away." Matt ordered.

Maggie neared him, not caring about his attitude. "I understand what it's like to feel lost, Matthew. It happened to me too once. A long time ago, when I was still a novitiate, I left the order for a while."

"Why?" Matt wondered.

"I was considering a very different life. It was wonderful and terrifying." Maggie answered. "I struggled to know which life God wanted me to choose. I prayed. I looked for signs. In the end, I just had to do my best to figure it out."

"Well, there you go. That is the difference between us." Matt said as he got up. "I no longer care what God wants."

"Oh, right, almost forgot, you've seen his true face now." Maggie drawled.

FBI

After Ray was done talking with Hattley, Barney waited for Ray outside as Ray looked annoyed. "You must feel honored that you're doing this. Wilson Fisk."

"I… guess." Ray nodded. "Fisk… he's a golden mine."

"You sure about that?" Barney questioned. "My gut tells me not to trust him."

"Why are you so pessimistic, Barney?" Ray asked.

"Let's just say it runs in the family. Never trust the first sight of things." Barney said. "Speaking of which, there are some news about Fisk you might want to know."

Ryker's Island

"How the hell did you let this happen?" Ray demanded as he walked down the corridor with the guard.

"Don't try to pin this shit on us." The guard growled. "He's your snitch."

Ray entered the infirmary as Fisk sat down. "You OK? They said it was superficial."

"I find it quite profound." Fisk said.

"Don't start. We're not playing games here." Ray warned.

"It's deadly serious for me." Fisk argued.

"What? Some guy with a shank?" Ray scoffed.

"It's not something I fear a great deal. But we're not dealing with one person here. Word is out. Everyone knows. Guards and inmates, it seems they know I'm cooperating with you." Fisk said.

"Which you are going to continue to do, Mr. Fisk." Ray told him. "This was not a one-off. You want us to help Vanessa clear herself of criminal charges, you need to continue deliver actionable information. Do you understand?"

Fisk took a breath. "I have suddenly become a target within these walls here. Do you understand? I'm helping you to help Vanessa but I can't do either of those things if I'm dead."

Clinton Church

"I used to listen to people's prayers." Matt said as he and Lantom entered the main hall. "In here… and out on the street. You know, people asking for God's help or justice or… vengeance sometimes. See, it's always the same. "Please, God." I thought that God let me hear the prayers, so that I could answer. So, that's what I did. That's what I was trying to do. Trying to help people. When I heard all those prayers, all those suffering people, I thought it was God's voice." Matt said. "But I was wrong. All I ever heard was people in pain. And all he ever gave any of us was…. silence."

"What are you saying?" Lantom asked, not understanding

"No matter what I do… no matter how hard I try to help people I care about… something finds a way to rip us apart. Hurt us. I almost lost my friends again… one of them may have lost his best friend to the darkness." Matt said. "And I couldn't help him as Matt Murdock… I don't get to choose who I am. I'm Daredevil. Not even God can stop that now."

Matt walked outside the church before he came across "HAPPY CLEANERS" van as there was a man in the van with a notepad, writing something down.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a dry cleaner." Matt said.

"Not doing pickups right now." The driver said. "But we're on the 14th street, address is on the side there."

Matt chuckled. "Here's where it gets awkward. I'm actually looking for a different place." The driver turned around as he noticed that Matt was actually blind. "I got a whiff of their delivery van last night and it didn't smell like this. Not like chemicals, it was more… herbal."

"Kinda grassy, maybe?" The driver asked, already suspecting which place was Matt looking for.

"Yeah, sure, like that." Matt said, remembering.

"I know the place." The driver nodded.

Metro General

Karen approached the woman who had been attacked previous night as she was looking at her father, who was on life support and in coma. After some convincing, she got filled in on who rescued them before she realized that Matt had returned.

FBI

"You're out of your damn mind." D.A. Blake Tower said as he and NYPD Commissioner Chris DiMolina sat across Special Agent in Charge Hattley and Ray.

"Fisk's imprisonment would continue at a private location under the constant supervision of the FBI." Hattley argued.

"That's house incarceration, usually served for white-collar criminals awaiting trial." Blake said.

"He was shanked by an inmate a couple of hours ago." Hattley reminded.

"Good, he's a cop killer." DiMolina snapped, not caring about Fisk's welfare.

"That wasn't proven in court." Hattley said.

"Yeah and whose fault is that?" DiMolina glared at her.

"We put on a good trial, five counts under RICO was a giant win." Hattley shot back.

"Which you're about to give away." Blake pointed out.

"You're the District Attorney, Mr. Tower." Hattley told him. "Think of the long game here. We can't prosecute everything Fisk is giving us at the federal level. It's gonna trickle down."

"You're trying to buy the NYPD with collars and me with convictions." Blake said, disgusted by Hattley's tactics.

"When Fisk's intel leads to the biggest crime drop in a decade…"

"The guy's a piece of shit."

"You're right." Ray said suddenly as Hattley turned to him with shocked eyes. "Wilson Fisk is a piece of shit. After every time I'm in the room with the guy, I want a shower. But, let's talk about the Albanians for a minute, what they have done. Four dead NYPD officers, twelve more riding desks with disabilities. One hundred and seven civilian murders. And even after five task forces over seven years to the tune of $11 million, we got zero. Those are some shitty numbers. And here's another one. At Fisk's intel, we beheaded the Albanian syndicate in one day. One. Single. Day. No loss of life, no injuries, no mayhem. I mean, look at the take."

Ray got up, pointing at the evidence in bag that they had collected. "We got their documents and data and we're gonna get their money. Best of all, we bagged corrupt officials, whose protection they were selling. A lot of cases they've been interfering with may finally get somewhere. Look, none of us like it, it makes me want to throw up to admit it. But New York is safer tonight because of Wilson Fisk. "

"Now I need a shower." DiMolina sighed, not wanting to believe that Ray was right as he leaned back towards his seat.

"If we keep him talking, Fisk will give up others. This deal will save lives." Ray pleaded.

"Tell me you're not going to do this." DiMolina turned to Blake, who weighed his options.

Elsewhere

After finding the place and the man he had been looking for, Matt, in his vigilante outfit, snuck into the lower level of the dry cleaner's, following the smell as he found the chemicals and a shock baton. Matt then approached a fuse box and turned off the lights.

"God damn it, we must have blown a fuse." The thug said before he approached the fuse box. "Hello!" Matt snuck up on the thug as he noticed Matt. "You!"

Matt shocked the thug and slammed him to a wall, knocking him out. Another thug grabbed Matt and slammed him to the shelves as Matt blocked his punches before slamming him to the shelves and pushing him back. Matt then hit him in the face, knocking him out before he zip-cuffed the thug to the fence and dialed 9-1-1 on the nearby phone. "Yeah, I'd like to report an assault. I didn't see what happened but there were a lot of guns here. Maybe some kind of a robbery."

Nelson's Meats

Karen entered the shop as Foggy was talking with his brother Theo. "Hi."

"Perfect timing." Foggy smiled. "Now everyone can stop worrying about my career choices and stop worrying about me cheating on Marci, much better."

"Can I talk to you?" Karen asked and Foggy noticed she was freaked out.

"What's wrong?" Foggy asked, worried as Karen hugged him.

"I think Matt's alive." Karen whispered as Foggy followed her into the corner. "Listen, I've been asking around and in the past couple of weeks in Chinatown, a man in black mask was walking around, beating up the thugs with the man with the glowing fists and recently, he showed up in downtown."

"So, the guy in the mask, he wasn't in, you know, devil suit?" Foggy argued, trying to get Karen off the trail.

"No but he was wearing a black mask." Karen said.

"So it could be anybody." Foggy pointed out.

"It could also not be anybody." Karen argued.

"Hell's Kitchen is ground zero for vigilantes these days. Believe me, I want it to be Matt too but he's… gone." Foggy said but Karen shook her head. "We need to get past that."

"No, there is no proof of that." Karen retorted. "And until there is…"

"You know how I know he's gone?" Foggy asked. "Because if it was Matt, if he was really still alive, he would've reached out to us."

Karen glared at Foggy, seeing through his crap. "You know how I know that you don't really believe that? You keep saying "gone" instead of "dead". Now, don't you want to take a minute and just be absolutely sure that's not your best friend out there somewhere?"

"I wish it was my best friend." Foggy said honestly. "But it's not. He's dead." Karen gave Foggy one more fierce glare before leaving the shop in anger. "Come on, Karen, stay."

Elsewhere

Fisk, Ray and Barney were driving down the street with a protective detail until an explosion followed, flipping the car with Fisk over. The agents were being ambushed by Albanians. Fisk panicked as Ray and Barney disappeared and the Albanians were ambushing the convoy. And then, to Fisk's astonishment, one of the agents killed them with headshots, pinpoint accuracy and then executed the thugs that surrendered before two Albanians approached the agent from behind. The agent pulled out two empty magazines and threw them at the Albanians, embedding them on their throats as they fell down, dead. Fisk crawled out from the car before Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter aimed his gun at him.

"Convict. Don't move."

Metro General

Matt left the hospital after he visited the family he had just rescued until he heard sirens blare and ambulances and police cruisers driving down the streets like if something terrible had just happened until the one bad news just made his world spin around.

"God-damned Albanians killed everyone except Fisk!"

"Somebody said he's en route to the safe house."

"It's a damn shitshow, the FBI just let Wilson Fisk out of prison."

Matt felt like if his world had just turned upside down. First Maki and Ikari came for revenge, then he had to help Danny stop Davos, now one of his most dangerous enemies was released from prison?!

Author's Note:

I'm cutting short some stuff since I don't like doing play-by-play rewrites if you don't mind. You may have noticed that some stuff is inspired by older Iron Fist comic books and the character "Barney" here is based on a same named comic book character, if you don't suspect who it is, you will see and before you start thinking that, he is not a villain in this story and just to imagine a face, imagine he's being played by Nathan Fillion.

So, what do you guys think?

Please review and let me know if you have been enjoying this.