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Daredevil: First Date

 Matt: Matt didn't often go on dates, aside from his nightly vigilante activities his business was picking up and free time was limited, but you... You caught his interest. You were the barista at his usual coffee place and you had taken to writing notes on his coffee that Foggy would read to him until finally you simply asked him out. The date was simple, a lunch date to a Thai restaurant that included casual conversation and a parting with a hug. It was only a few days later Matt called you again and invited you to a proper dinner.

Wesley: Nice, planned to a T in true James Wesley fashion, and left you almost flustered by the time he stopped you from going inside with a hand in your wrist and another cupping your cheek as he kissed you goodnight. It began with him showing up at your place, an elegant black car waiting for you to take you to the restaurant. Once there he pulled your seat out for you, let the conversation flow naturally, and had paid before you could even reach for the ticket.
The weather was clear but it was too far to walk, something both of you regretted though it far from dimmed the night.

Foggy: It was summer, warm and clear and perfect. You had agreed to a date with the law student days beforehand but when he showed up at 4 in the evening, dressed slightly nicer than usual and extending his hand with a "You're carriage awaits." You didn't think twice.
You ended up at Coney Island, you spent five hours goofing off, eating snacks, laughing, and trying to win at the games. Five hours and when you finally went back to your dorm you were absolutely giddy.

Vladimir: Planning dates were not his strong suit- at all. Which is how you ended up in the pouring rain, nothing but a light jacket which was well and truly soaked in minutes, in the middle of a walk with no where to take shelter. Vladimir looked akin to a wet cat, scowling and cursing the weather in his mother tongue. He didn't even notice that you had begun laughing until you grabbed his hand.
"I've always wanted to kiss someone in the rain you know..." At the end you were in his apartment, wrapped in a blanket and watching a bad movie.

Anatoly: "This is right?" He was standing outside your door, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and looking almost shy. It was one of those dates that leave you with butterflies and a goofy grin at the end of the night. There was dinner, a walk through the streets, and an impromptu dance contest that you forced him to enter with you. You dozed off in the taxi and he had to carry you up to your door despite your sleepy protests.
He kissed your forehead with a "Goodnight." and it was just the next morning you received a text asking for lunch.