Luke Cage stands outside of Pop's Barber Shop. He sighs and approaches the entrance where his former friend DW stands.

"DW, are you hurt?"

"I'm fine."

"He didn't threaten you or anything?"

"He told me to call you so I did. I ain't gonna wait in there with him though."

"Look, I don't know what this is about, but I'm sorry you got involved."

"Whatever man. All I know is that ya'll better not fight in there."

"It's Switzerland. I know. Whatever you think of me now, you know I'll always respect Pop's."

"You sure he's gonna respect Pop's?," DW motions inside.

"Something tells me he wouldn't have chosen this spot if he was planning on doing something crazy."

Cage walks into Pops with Frank Castle standing in the center of the room, waiting for him.

"Frank Castle. So you wanted to talk."

"That's right."

"Going by your reputation, you aren't the kind of guy who does much talking."

"If you were any other criminal, I would've walked into your club, killed all your men, make my way to your door, and put a bullet between your eyes. Your case is a little different."

"Because I'm bulletproof?"

"Because I know this isn't you. You're too high-and-mighty to be a criminal. You were a cop once and then you became a hero. The Daredevil of Harlem or some shit."

"Hero of Harlem but go on."

"You, Daredevil, Jessica Jones: You're all the same to me. You think because you have some abilities, you can go around getting into fistfights in the name of justice and it'll solve all the world's problems."

"You're right about one thing. That is how I thought once. Not anymore."

"So you became a mob boss, but you're still some high-and-mighty superhero. You tell your people not to sell guns or drugs and that will solve all the problems in Harlem You're not screwed up in the head enough to do any real damage but you're still naive enough to think you make a difference. Either way, you don't have what it takes."

"What it takes? You mean be a killer... Like you?"

"I don't think you get the moral high ground here, Cage. You're the crime boss, not me."

"We all have our methods of keeping the peace. You have yours and I have mine. We can leave it at that."

"Doesn't seem like you're keeping the peace to me. Last night, a bunch of low-lives tried selling guns. Right here. Right on your watch. You don't own these streets like you think you do, Cage. They ain't listening to you when you tell them not to deal in weapons."

"That was you that killed Amos and the Carbones last night."

"You're goddamn right it was. I just let everyone know you failed as the Godfather of Harlem. There's nothing left for you to do now but quit. You can go back to wearing a costume and working with this shithole of a system if it will make you feel better. Or you can just be a club owner and spend your nights with cheap booze and women. You can do can do whatever you want, I don't give a shit, but you can't go back to being a crime boss. It's over. Forget about the gang war because you best believe I'll be taking care of that real soon. What I'll be giving you instead is this one opportunity, and keep in mind, I don't give these opportunities out everyday,... one opportunity to end this tonight. Your business is done."

"And if I don't give in to your demands?"

"You know what's coming."

"And I'll be ready for it."

Frank calmly backs out of the rear exit of the barber shop, "We'll see."

That night, a group of black SUV's pull up to Bayard Community Center. Several men quietly get out with weapons ready. Upstairs, one of the members of the Hatchet Gang looks out the window. "They're here," he says in Mandarin. Sherry Yang nods in silence as she is flanked by more men who are all armed with guns and axes. The men outside quickly approach the front door and when they get there, it opens. They stand back as Colleen walks out with her sword sheathed. "Private party, fellas," she tells them.

They draw their guns just before her fist ignites and she stoops down, slamming it into the pavement. The shockwave knocks them all over, rendering most of them unconscious. A few stir on the ground and begin to get up so Colleen races into the small crowd and leaps into a flying knee to take one of the men out. Another raises his gun, but she unsheathes her sword with one stroke, taking the gun out of his grasp. She pivots, striking him across the face with her sheath and lets the momentum carry her into a spinning hook kick which take shim out. A third man stands to his feet and brings out a butterfly knife. Colleen smiles, sheathes her sword, and slings it onto her back. The man rushes in and tries to stab her, but she catches his wrist down low, spins, and strikes him with her elbow, then kicks him in the chest, bringing him to an unconscious heap on the pavement. Colleen notices one final mobster cock his gun and take aim but a moment later, a discarded rifle is flung through the air, rendering him unconscious. A second later, Daredevil emerges form the shadows.

"You're a long way from Hell's Kitchen."

"Where's Danny?"

Colleen looks up and notices Sherry Yang and her men watching from the upstairs windows, "Let's talk some place else."

Some time later, Matt and Colleen meet on a rooftop. He now has his mask off as Colleen finishes her story, "... So after the power was transferred to me, Danny left to find the secrets of the Iron Fist. I've been watching over this neighborhood ever since."

"It seems you're doing right by him, but tell me about Sherry Yang. Is there any reasoning with her?"

"I wouldn't try to talking her down at this point. No offense but if she isn't listening to me, she's not listening to you."

"The Carbones have been just as stubborn. It seems this war is happening whether we want it or not."

"It's actually quite fortunate you came tonight. Misty and I have been talking about reaching out to you since you've returned."

"You need help against the mobs?"

"Probably but Misty thinks we should focus our attention elsewhere for right now. There' someone a bit more dangerous out there but he might be turned back to our side."

"Who?"

"Luke Cage?"

"No doubt he's taken things to the extreme, but are we sure he needs our attention right now?"

"He has Harlem. We get him straightened out and he can turn the tide of this war."

"I'll think about it."

"You should at least talk to Misty. She probably has a better pitch than me. Besides, she has a present for ya."