Here's To Us *Damned Coda* Matt Murdock*

0,5) Are you coming?

I promised a Matt meet the family fic a long time ago. So here we go. Updates will be slower than usual with me. But hey, I'm trying.

Why 0,5? Because it is set shortly after the epilogue of Damned If I Don't and the rest later. But alway before '...And the World Was Gone'.

The title is borrowed from the song by Halestorm, either the original or the Glee version.

Happy reading...?

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Vera thought she was being subtle. Apparently, she wasn't. Because her Czech friends were able to tell Matt came back from the way she started joining conversations more often and with more enthusiasm.

M: Is he coming with you? Marky asked in private conversation while all four of them chatted together. Vera felt her eyebrows deliberately shot up in silent question.

Me: What?

M: Matt. Obviously, he's back. Is he coming with you for the wedding? I just need to know. If he doesn't, I have to rearrange the seating plan.

Vera was astonished by the fact Marky somehow figured out he was back without Vera telling them. And then she frowned.

Me: Wait, what? You need to change it if he DOESN'T come?

M: Obviously. I was kinda counting on him to return early enough. And I knew if he was, you would totally be back together. If you were ever NOT together.

Count Vera impressed. With Terri knowing stuff, she forgot her friends in Czechia knew her pretty well too. But honestly... Matt attending a wedding with her? Somehow she couldn't make herself to imagine it. She could imagine introducing the amazing man she dated (it wasn't dating, it was... something, something she couldn't find a word for, because it was so much different from typical idea of dating) to her friends and family. But a wedding? She could imagine how uncomfortable that would probably make him. Not to mention flying. She wasn't a fan of flying herself. Her ears always hurt. How much Matt would hate that part alone? It would make him literally blind and deaf. And the money.

Me: I'll ask.

M: Asap, please.

Her phone beeped with a text. Speak of the (Dare)devil. Fogwell's tonight?

Me: Will do.

Vera answered him yes, of course. It was their first session after he returned. So far, they only... made up in the gym. In a very particular way. Jesus, he was so tender that night despite the fact he had almost broken his knuckles with the force he had been beating the shit out of the punching bag just minutes ago and he had broken someone's jaw earlier that night. He was like Jekyll and Hyde and it should be scary, but it wasn't. The touch, lighter than butterfly wings, burning hotter than fire, gentle lips, whispering sweet words, everywhere, so sinful...

Back on track.

Vera couldn't wait to continue their lessons. Not that they talked about it. He might as well assume that they were meeting for the part she was watching him making the bag swing. She had all necessary gear for that now - Terri bought her a bib for drooling. Vera would be looking forward either of the two possibilities. Now though? She was terrified.