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"You were trained by some kind of a ninja?" I asked Matt as he had explained to me why he would have become a vigilante.

"After my dad was murdered for winning a match he was told to throw," he said to me. "A man named Stick taught me how to fight and use my other senses to replace my sight."

Damian was right.

"You're taking down an unknown crime boss," I said to him. It wasn't really a question. With some of Damian's help, I was able to learn how to look into different scenarios to learn they would all have one common element to it all. "Wilson Fisk."

"I am surprised an Avenger would even care about him," he said to me, crossing his arms as he said that to me.

"What do you mean?" I asked him, feeling almost offended by that sort of thing.

"The Battle for New York created that opportunity for Fisk, the Russians, and the Triads to act," he said to me. "Where were you when the city needed you the most?"

"We were more worried about our own concerns," I actually admitted.

That kind of realization kicked me pretty hard. I always had the belief that I cared about what could happen to everyone. That I cared about the consequences of my actions. Apparently not because if I did, I would've been her the whole time. Not at that moment.

"Not enough aliens or HYDRA to make you interested," Matt said to me, and he actually had made a pretty good point.

"I can help you," I said to him. "I mean it."

"I don't need your help," Matt said to me. "I can take care of myself."

He looked like he was barely together enough to handle sitting up much less being able to fight whatever the unholy alliance was throwing at him.

"You look like you can," I said, rolling my eyes at him. "Sometimes you need that extra kind of help. Your uniform doesn't provide much in the way of protection, especially with what you are doing. My brother can help with that."

"Fair enough," he said to me.

"And," I said. "Did you know that Karen's been trying to expose Fisk on her own?"

"What?" He asked me. He actually had no idea about what was happening.

"She's been talking to Ben Urich," I said, remembering what Janet had complained about at work. "Encouraging him to expose Fisk."

He muttered at that. "When would your brother be done?"

"Give him a few days," I said. "He can be pretty meticulous about certain things." I paused for a moment as if realizing something important "Also, Damian thinks he could add some important details to it to make it better."

"Like what?"

"Didn't your grandmother always say to watch out for them Murdock boys?" I asked him. "Because they got the devil inside?"

"Why do I get the feeling that I won't like this?" He asked me, sounding resigned to what was going to happen.

"You'll learn to like it."

The days that followed were full of chaos for Hell's Kitchen. Anything connected to Fisk blew up rather spectacularly. He was exposed for the criminal that he was, and he was beaten to an inch of his life by the Devil of Hell's Kitchen and Man Without Fear himself, the Daredevil.

Janet published Ben Urich's final story on the corrupt dealings of Wilson Fisk along with a touching obituary for the man who had written the article and who thought he could bring a type of justice to the world in his own way and against all odds.

I found Froggy at the small cafe beneath the Tower, reading the different articles about the Fisk situation, and I sat across from him.

"I'm not going back," Froggy said to me without even looking up from what he had been reading. "He's not the person I thought he was. That's very difficult to even forget. Even if what he did was right."

"You may have a thick skin," I said to him. "To it all, but you and Matt are in a position where you see how the system can just break down, and the weak could be downtrodden and forgotten. That could affect almost anyone. Even the strongest of people." I gave him a pretty close look. "You're more upset over the fact that he lied to you and not about him being a vigilante."

"Still doesn't change the fact that he lied to me."

"Protecting an old friend," I said to him. "If you knew the truth, you would've gotten involved which meant you could have gotten yourself killed."

"All a part of the risk," he said to me. "To help those who are considered to be weak."

"Some would need the help, yeah," I said. "But, he didn't want you to get killed because of him." I eyed him closely.

He waited for a moment. "It sucks. We live in a world where a defense attorney has to personally bring justice."

"It's a brave new world . . ."