A/N: As I write this, my story has officially surpassed 1,000 views. So, I just want to say thank you, again, to all of you who've been following up and reading this story. It truly does mean a lot to me. I hope to see all your thoughts and comments of this story and the stories that follow it in the series. Also, regarding what happened to Barry, I'm going to address that in some later chapters.

MATT

Matt kicked down the doors to the church as they broke down, instantly being sent flying over ten feet before crashing to the ground. He stumbled as he leaned against one of the rows of pews in the church as he breathed heavily, his exhaustion catching up to him. Matt briefly held his left hand over his stomach before he winced, pulling it away. He could smell and feel his hand already being covered in blood, multiple stab-wounds and bullet-holes throughout his chest and back. Matt's breaths were heavy and hoarse as he stumbled through the aisle, limping before he once again went limp. He caught the top of another pew as he paused for a few moments, getting his breath back together. Slowly…painfully, he pulled himself up as he kept walking, pushing himself. He limped and limped before he finally stopped at the very end of the aisle. Matt struggled to stand before he finally felt his legs go numb as he dropped to his knees, the several stab wounds and bullet holes all over his body. He pulled off his black mask as he instantly felt his face exposed to air. Matt could feel and even smell the dried blood that was under his mouth and nose. He lifted his head up as he remained on his knees, fighting the pain and the urge to give in to unconsciousness, the realm of nothingness that promised rest. It was one thing that kept from giving in. Will. His own will. To endure. To fight. To stand.

Matt kept his head up as he spoke. "My will…perseveres….through my pain. Dad…father…I'm sorry." Matt let his head go down as he forced the words from his mouth. "You wanted me to live a life free of fighting…of violence and conflict. You…you died, taking that wish with you to the grave. You gave up your life to make mine a better one. I'm sorry, Dad…but I can't fulfill your wish. Not until it's done…until the new world's built. I have to be the very thing you were…a fighter. I have to do what you always did…get back up. I don't know if it's something in us or if it's some…curse on me…but this is what I have to do. I have to fight, I have to keep fighting…even if it takes me to the grave, like it did with you. My will…perseveres through my pain…the way you did with yours."

Matt lifted his head up as he released an exhale, performing a cross with his right hand. He slipped on his black mask as he rose to his feet, pushing through his pain as he rose to his feet. An entire helicarrier, several ships, and nine hundred conscious Hydra agents left to fight. Sam, Tony, and Rhodey worked together on handling the ships and helicarrier. The nine hundred agents? Matt, with the help of Natasha, Steve, Logan, Frank, and Clint, would have to find a way to fight them off. He tightened the Muay Thai ropes on his hands, tightening his fists, he recalled every fighting style and skill he had ever learned. Every lesson he'd been taught. From simple boxing methods to knowing how to incapacitate someone in three hundred sixty different ways. He took a deep breath before he tightened his fists and walked out of the door, charging into the fight and the gunfire.

Jack Murdock walked through the halls of the very building he was in as he turned right, making his way to the fighting arena. His cloak-like banner hung on him like a hood, his boxing gloves weighing his hands down. Jack forced his mind to remain calm, resisting it from distraction and from fear. Not the fear of losing but the fear of the consequence if he didn't. Had he won, this would be his last fight, not in the sense that he would retire. He knew that he was going to take the chance, make the choice, there was no turning back on it. If it meant it would help his nine-year-old Matt, then Jack knew it was worth it, no matter what. Granted, he would die for it but Matt would finally get to hear the crowds cheer for his father, Jack would get to hear it as well, it would be the last thing Matt would hear from his father. Perhaps, it would be worth it. Jack tightened his fists as he briefly whispered to himself.

"I'm sorry, Matty," Jack whispered. "Maybe you'll hate me for this, maybe you'll be in pain for…so much of your life…but either way, I'm doing this for you. I hope to God you'll understand. God, please…please watch over my son. Let him live, let him live and let him be free of whatever cursed life I was thrown into. Let him find someone he loves, settle down with a family, and let him be happy. Let him be better than me. I've never been too much of a believer in you, God, I've never wanted to ask you anything. If there's anything I ask, it's this."

Jack kept walking through the closed-in hallway as he overheard the sounds of a microphone powering a voice.

"In the red corner, weighing in at 164 pounds, from Hell's Kitchen, New York…"

Jack clapped his gloved hands together as he walked faster and faster.

"...please welcome,"

He clapped his gloved hands again.

"Battlin' Jack Murdock!"

The doors opened as Jack stepped through. He took a deep breath before he tightened his fists and walked out the door, charging into the bright light and eventually, into the ring where he would fight.

Matt jumped in the air as he flipped several times, dodging the incoming bullets from over four different Hydra agents. He grabbed his two batons, ricocheting one from the ground as it struck three Hydra agents, ricocheting from their heads as they were knocked out. He kept going, pushing himself past his pain and enduring as the fight went on for hours. Part of Matt couldn't help but wonder where Barry was. If he was alright, managing to hold his own against Thawne and the others. Part of Matt even went as far as to wonder if he were alive, if he was still standing somehow. While Matt would've wanted an answer, he had no time for one. His focus was and had to be on the remaining Hydra agents. He had led over a hundred agents inside a building adjacent to the street where the fighting took place. Matt pushed and endured through his exhaustion. Just these hundred agents, the twenty agents outside, the helicarrier, and the ships that the others outside were handling. As Matt cleared through more and more of the agents, he swung his fists, occasionally flipped in the air, dodging gunfire, delivering turning and jumping kicks. His heart pounded in his ears, sweat covering and dripping down his body, blood slightly dripping and drying from his wounds as he fought and knocked out more and more agents. When he had come to the very last one, the two tackled each other as they stumbled before crashing into the glass as they fell. The agent crashed to the ground, his body going limp as he went unconscious. Matt crashed on top of a car before he rolled and fell face/stomach-flat to the ground as he groaned in pain. He laid still a few moments as he breathed heavily, blinking repeatedly, resisting the urge to close his eyes. The memory of a set of words from his father was what ran through his mind, keeping him awake.

"Murdocks don't stay down, Matty…we get back up and we fight."

Jack and his opponent exchanged repeated blows and jabs, he threw two jabs at his opponent as one struck his jaw, the other hitting his brow. The opponent got back in rage as he swung an array of hits and strikes at Jack, which he struggled to barely react to. Moving his head left, right, and down as he dodged a few of the incoming jabs. He held up his gloves in defense as the opponent kept on hitting, striking his array of hits on Jack's gloves. Finally, he swung his left glove as it struck Jack's cheekbone, breaking his defense, giving the man an opening. The man swung his right fist as it struck Jack's jaw on the right side, disorienting him even further. Left and right, the man alternated as he struck Jack with repeated jabs before a final right hook punched Jack face flat to the ground. Jack sighed as he tried to use his arms to get up, only for them to go limp as he fell back to the ground. He could overhear the sounds from the P.A. above as the referee kneeled above him, counting from ten. Ten. Ten seconds. That was all the time he had to get up until he lost the fight. What if he did? He'd live to go back home to his son. To see him again, to raise him, have an entire lifetime with him. But if he didn't, he'd never know the feeling of the crowds cheering his name, and neither would Matt, who'd wanted to hear it more than anyone. As the referee's count reached down to five, Jack remembered a little something he'd told his son before leaving.

"Remember…Murdocks don't stay down, Matty…we get back up and we fight."

Jack stumbled to his feet as he pulled his torso up, standing as straight as he could, just in time as the referee reached three on his count. He was still in the match, still in the fight…and now was his chance to win. Mere minutes later, Jack found himself standing next to the referee, who held his right arm in the air as the crowds cheered, an unconscious, knocked out opponent lying on the floor of the arena. Now, Jack knew the remainder of what he had to do.

"Murdocks don't stay down."

The words echoed through Matt's head as he stumbled onto his feet, the rest of the team regrouped with him as they all stood in a circle, Hydra's helicarrier flying over them at a thousand feet. Matt, Natasha, Steve, Logan, Frank, Clint, Tony, Sam, and Rhodey remained close and together as a few ships circled around and surrounded them. Mere moments later, a flash of red lightning spiraled around them before it stopped as Bucky, Wanda, Banner, Thor, and Vision landed all around them, their bodies unconscious. Matt could detect and hear heartbeats from Wanda, Bucky, Banner, and Thor. Vision, however, had zero brain activity or functioning, the infinity stone that rested in his head was gone, ripped out. Matt tuned in his senses as he could detect the infinity stone's frequency near Thawne.

Thawne was holding the stone as he stood next to Ward. "You can keep them…" he held the stone in his hand. "I'll be looking after this, though."

Before Matt, the rest of the team, or anyone else could do anything, a large, orange-colored, circular portal opened under Matt and the others as they disappeared from the area. Matt was in confusion as he tuned in his senses once more. Ward, Thawne, and Hydra were gone. He and the others had seemingly been relocated to some other place, a sort of building. Matt could overhear the others getting defensive as he heard three pairs of unfamiliar voices.

"Is that all of them, Wong?" a man asked.

Another man, supposedly named Wong, responded. "Should be."

"Who the hell are you guys?" Tony demanded. "And how'd we even get here?"

Matt detected heartbeats to ensure everyone was here, everyone was…except Barry.

"Apologies, Mr. Stark, and to all of you," a woman's voice echoed through the building. "It was only our intention to save you from your…enemies."

"And you are?" Logan asked.

"The Ancient One," the woman responded as she gestured to the two men next to her. "This here is Stephen Strange and Wong. Strange is my student, Wong being my…subordinate, for lack of a better term."

"You brought us here?" Natasha asked.

"Not just you," Strange pointed out.

"Daddy!"

Matt felt Clint brush past him as the archer ran towards his girlfriend and his two children, he also heard Tony emerge from his suit as the billionaire gently and slowly took his newborn daughter from Laura, holding her in his hands. Everyone eyed the two Avengers reuniting with their family as they paused in silence for a brief moment.

"Wait, where's Barry?" Matt asked.

"Where the hell's the kid?" Logan demanded. "Anyone see him?"

"We have knowledge on Mr. Allen's whereabouts," the Ancient One stated. "But I'm afraid you're not going to bode well with it."

Matt struggled to stand as Natasha went up to him, letting his right arm hang on her shoulders and the back of her neck as Matt spoke. "You better start talking."

A/N: Thoughts? Review, please? Also, thanks again for 1,000+ views on this story.