Night was cold, and Hell's Kitchen was shrouded in mist. I watched Matt, in Daredevil mask, fighting Punisher. The brutal fight left him barely standing, but he didn’t give up. When Punisher retreated, Matt collapsed unconscious. I carried him to my apartment, laid him on the couch, and treated his wounds, leaving his mask on—it was his choice to reveal the truth. I stayed by his side all night. By morning, he woke up, disoriented, but quickly realized where he was—and the trouble he was in.
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