Matt wasn't big on buying coffee when he could make it at home in a way that his heightened senses wouldn't hate. But the new coffee shop in the Kitchen was something the other residents liked it and the owners seemed nice.

So once he'd put the suit back on he'd added swinging by on patrol every night. He'd picked up trouble as soon as he hit the roof and it was easy enough to slip in unseen getting behind the crowd and yanking the asshole threatening the barista back to toss him to the floor.

The crowd went completely silent the second Daredevil loomed out of the darkness. "The Kitchen is for everyone," he growls softly not wanting to toss his weight around in here unless he had to. "Choose carefully," he added as a warning, "I don't want to ruin a new business."