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Frank Castle aka The Punisher whos been coming to the same diner every morning for months now, you were always behind the counter always smiling, always positive, always kind. It didn't matter how rude the customer or how tired you were, you always treated everyone kindly. 

That day it was Frank, an old couple, some college students, a truck driver, and a man at the counter, everyone minding their business but Frank immediately picked up on your unease, trying to keep your happy mask on but it wouldn't stick, you kept glancing at the man at the counter. 

Just as you served Frank his usual, the man pulled a gun out. You saw it before Frank. 

"Get down!" You shouted to everyone else. Frank saw the man aim straight for Frank's head. Then Frank felt it, warm arms around him, you had pulled him down with you, covering his head, defending him with your body. The shot went right into your shoulder. 

The truck driver dove for the man, disarming the man, police pulled up soon after, the scene was over in a matter of minutes. 

You finally elt go of Frank, checking him for wounds.

"Did- did he hit you?" You asked worryingly

Frank watched the blood stain your white top a deep red he knew well.

"You shouldn't have done that." Frank murmured as he put pressure on your wound

"But he was gonna shoot you!" You exclaimed with a wince.

Frank didn't know what to think, he had put you in danger, you took a bullet for him. 

Frank made sure you made it to a hospital just fine. Paid your bill, and left. 

He was too dangerous.

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Continuation of this

Frank Castle aka the Punisher who gets an invitation, an invitation accented in blood red and gold linings, an invitation sent to a location no one knew that he was there.

The invitation was in loopy cursive, stating that you were hosting a party and requested- no, demanded his presence as your plus one. Formal attire. 

Frank huffed, the paper crumbling in his hold. He knew there would be consequences to not showing up, he knew you were powerful.

Very begrudgingly, he showed up, he wasn't in anything particularly fancy, because he didn't own anything of the sorts, so he resorted to a button up and jeans with his work boots. 

When he knocked on the door, he was answered almost immediately by a butler. He was escorted into your manor, the party already in full swing, people dancing, laughing, eating, it was a very elegant thing. The butler brought Frank to you, who stood there, and old fashioned gold dress with red linings. "Oh Francis! Im so glad youre here! Oh...your outfit just will not do."

You turned daway slightly and waved your hand in his direction, Frank felt lighter all of a sudden. He looked down, he now wore a dark red vest with matching pants and gold lining. He matched you. 

Parties weren't Frank's jam. He tried to just hover in the corner, but you kept grabbing his arm, never asking, just dragging him to meet people. 

Eventually, Frank made his way to the drinks, grabbed the first beer he saw. He downed it in one drink. 

The beer tasted wrong immediately, it tasted like blood mixed with rotting fruit, like something was hiding. He needed to find you.

He pushed through the crowds, bile pooling in his mouth. He just couldn't seem to find you. He just kept pushing and pushing. How many people were even here? 

He caught sight of your red dress, rushing forward, only to be stopped at the last moment by a suspiciously tall man, Frank tried to shove past to no avail.

"Woah there, fella. Here, eat one of these, it'll help you feel better."

The man held out a glass to Frank, inside was what looked like human eyeballs, soaking in deep red blood. The man just watched Frank like this was fine.

"The fuck?! Get the hell off me!" 

Frank shoved forward, your dress was further than he remembered, had the walls stretched? 

He kept going. Marines kept going. He saw men laugh with blood seeping onto the floor. The ground felt wrong under him, like he was walking on what had once been skin, he didn't dare look down.

He stumbled upon what seemed to be some kind of dance floor, but in the middle was a man dancing with a woman, a woman with dark brown hair, with blood soaking through her dress- that man was dancing with Maria's corpse.

Oh fuck no.

Frank grabbed a wine glass from a nearby table, smashed it, let the shards tear through his skin. Let the pain remind Frank that he was alive. And that this man was about to die.

Frank lunged at the man, the glass going straight into the unsuspecting man's throat. 

And in a moment, it felt like a blindfold had been taken off of him. The room was normal, the man who Frank had stabbed was dead, a terrified woman stood nearby, very alive, not Maria. Then he saw you, watching with just a slight look at annoyance. The music continued only after a seconds pause, and people continued to dance like nothing had happened. 

You took Frank's arm and led him into a guest room upstairs, fully furnished. Like it had been waiting for him. You sat him on the bed, smiling like he was a child that had broken a glass.

"Oh Francis... you poor thing, that drink is not meant for creatures as weak as yourself, you must stay here for the remainder of the night, youre going to have a...difficult morning."

You patted his head, and left.

Your words stuck with him. You said 'a creature such as yourself' as if you weren't human too. 

You were human, right?

Right?

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Frank Castle aka the Punisher who hears that there is going to be a new member of Cerberus, a government bio weapon. 

You arrive, hands shackled together with metal, shock collar around your throat. Gaurds surround you, 2 in the front 2 in the back. You dont seem to be bothered by it at all, walking like its normal.

Frank never sees you in the dorms or tents, never sees you eat, never sees you sleep. You just pass by him every once in a while, never seeming bothered, always chained up like some feral beast.

There was one time that you were allowed into a common area during meal time, gaurds still accompanied. The other soldiers picked on you, they called you a dog, threw food and told you to fetch it. 

You just sat there.

The guards didn't intervene. Maybe they weren't there to protect you from the soldiers, maybe the guards were there to protect the soldiers from you.

You were pur on Frank's team. The shakes were taken off, below laid the hands of someone who had killed hundreds of times, scals from nails raking down your hand as a plead for mercy, split knuckles, tough calluses. Below the collar was this wierd spot on your neck, it looked like you had been injected in one place multiple times, the veins surrounding the area had a wierd purple tint to it, the skin around seemed inflamed. Must be painful.

In the fight, youre held.back until the fight begins to lose, then you run out, taking out anyone in your path quickly, Frank just watched, watched you tear through men, watched your uniform stain dark red, watched a monster being unleashed. 

On the evac, you were just soaked in blood, the guards that had once accompanied you returned, but then just stood by. Frank noticed you had a bullet wound. Frank notified the nurses, to which the guards waved the nurse off. You were being denied the help you needed.

When Frank tried to reason with the guards he was told that you had hesitated and were being punished for doing so, like you were a child being put in time out, not a wounded soldier. 

Long inti the dark of night, Frank awoke from a nightmare. He took a second and walked out to get a breath. He found you, chained down just outside base, the shackles and collar back on, you watched Frank walk. Watched his every move.

Frank couldn't read you, did you feel anything at all? Whoever had tried to clean you hadn't done a well job, blood still stained your hands, your hair, your soul. 

For someone like you, maybe the bets option was a quick escape, one theh couldn't find you, Frank left you witha knife that night. 

Your war ended.

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Frank Castle aka The Punisher who wakes up from a botched mission, there had been more people than he planned for, someone had come behind him with a drugged cloth, and by the time he got them off it was too late.

His hands were tied behind the chair. No, not tied. They were shackled, the kind that the military used for supersoldiers. Same with his ankles. He took a breath. Frank had been in worse situations, he'd been shot at, stabbed, sliced, beat up, thrown off buildings, he'd done all this shit before. He would just take it until he had an opening.

Nothing these assholes could do to him that hadn't already happened.

He was in the typical torture area, bare walls, concrete floor, he could hear the ocean not too far away, so he was probably  at the docks. There was a harsh florescent light pointing right at him. It made him feel like he was on stage. 

Someone stepped out.

"Ugh. 'Course this was you."

Alexander Hayes. The son of some asshole Frank had taken down years ago. Alexander keeps following him around and doing crimes, but he does it to prove to Frank that he's tough like his dad. Alexander had always wanted to be Frank's biggest opponent, but honestly he was a petty criminal and a coward.

"Hello Frank. Scared? You should be, Ive got a whole new set of tools." With that, Alexander yanked and tarp off a table of torture tools, all things Frank had seen before.

"Very impressive, Alexander. What, you gonna use those? You won't do it, youre a coward." His voice was biting, annoyed. Frank could be getting coffee right now.

Alex crumpled his fists. It sent a shot of pride through Frank.

"Let's be really, Alexander. You're not gonna use that shit. You wouldn't risk losing your unwilling audience. You're obsessed."

Alex stormed over infront of Frank, and punched him right in the jaw. Frank just laughed.

"That all you got? You're pathetic."

Alexander stepped back, straitended his tie and ran a hand through his hair. "Your little mockery ain't gonna make me cry, Frank. Im more powerful than you know. You're in my house, now, Frank."

Alexander snapped. Two men dragged in a squirming body, bag over their head. They were thrown to their knees as the men grabbed the bag off their head.

Frank took in a breath, it was you. The little waiter at the diner, the one he went to every morning and on late mission, you knew his order, he had opened up to you over black coffee, you were still in college. A real soft heart.

"Hey-Hey, let them go. They don't got shit to do with this."

Alexander sauntered over to you, tilting your chin up to make eye contact with Frank.

"He's the reason you're here. If it weren't for him, you'd br safe at home." Alexander announced to you.

"Kid, cmon, dont- don't do something stupid." Frank knew you would try and defend him, you'd done it before, telling people off who treated Frank like a monster.

You watched Frank for a moment. Alexander chuckled and leaned down, you took your chance. You raked your nails down Alexanders face, drawing a scream from Alexander, blood already trickling down his cheek.

"You little bitch!" Alexander yelled, delivering a kick to your side, sending you sprawling. He turned to another member of the gang. "Get the water."

Frank pulled against his restraints. "Alexander, leave them out of this. Cmon, theyre just some waiter."

The man dumped a giant bucket of Ice cold water onto your body. Frank winced at the gasp that left your mouth. 

"Alright, what do you want Alexander? Information? What?! Ill give it to you. Just end this.

"Well, Frank, what I want is to hurt you, but I know that nothing I could do to you would every hurt like this would." 

"When I get out of this, youre a dead man, Alexander."

"Sure, Frank."

Frank watched as Alexander sauntered over to the table of tools, grabbing a stun baton. And walked back over to your shaking form. 

"Alexander, dont."

"This your fault, Frank."

The stick met your wet skin, sending electricity running through your nerves. Alexander held it there. 1 second, 2 seconds, 3, 4, 5, 6.

"Alexander youre dead!" Frank shouted, giving his everything to get out of the shackles.

Alexander finally finished, throwing the baton to the side, circling behind you. He lifted your chin up and placed a blade right to your neck.

"This is all your fault Frank."

With that, he slit your throat, dropping your body like a bag of potatoes.

"You're dead, Alexander."

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Frank Castle awoke to a frantic knock at his door. He dragged himself out of bed, of course he's woken up on the one night he takes off. He opens the door to find a woman he vault recognized. A warm bed he barely remembered, just a fit of anger that needed to go somewhere. And this woman pulled a little kid out from behind her.

Frank froze, this kid, you. You looked just like him, same lips curved downwards in an always frown, sleepy eyes. The woman left without meeting his eyes, leaving you behind.

"Uh... You like protein bars?" Was all he could manage, you just stared before shuffling in. Small feet on creeky wood.

The first night he slept on the floor, with you on the bed. You passed out the second you got in. 

As Frank lied on the floor, all he could thing about was Lisa and Frank Jr. He had failed them. He hadn't prepared them. They were too weak. He wouldn't make that mistake again.

His way of doing this, you quickly learned, was cold. You only ate what you made. If you needed somrthing you did it yourself. If you complained, Frank yelled. Eventually you tried yelling back, big mistake.

On Frank's longer missions, he would send you to his wierd blind friend. Whenever you were there you always went to church. You prayed for a different father. You listened to Matt talk about his adventures. You didn't know any of Frank's. He never talked to you.

Whenever you did something wrong it was always "quit fuckin' around."

You hated Frank, you hated the man who saved everyone but his own kid. He wasn't there. He never was. That hate settled deep in your chest. You found support elsewhere, friends, work, his odd friends. 

You had learned self defense from his blind friend. Classes in between homework. Self defense evolved into fighting, nothing crazy. It became necessary when you started getting bullied. 

A school fight. A school fight with a boy who deserved it. A school fight that ended with a knife. You hadn't known he had it. You ended up with a cut, he ended up with a concussion and a broken wrist.

Frank picked you up. You hadn't said a word to him in weeks, or was it months? You had forgotten. The drive was tense.

"Where'd you learn to fight like that." His voice was low, strained. His hands gripped the wheel so tight, you thought it might crack.

"Not from you-"

"Where."

"Mr. Murdock."

"Damn it, I knew i shouldn't have let you get near him. I told him-" he trailed off. "You're not seeing him again."

You huffed, Frank side eyed you. "Don't give me attitude, after everything I've done for you-"

"What you've done?! The hell have you done?! You weren't there for shit!"

"I tried my best. I gave you food, a place to sleep. Thats a hell of a lot more than some kids get."

When the two of you arrived home, you left before he could get another word in. Frank followed you in anyway. His blood boiled, he could hear his his pulse in his ears.

"You don't fight like that anymore, you hear me?! I don't not raise some- some violent brat!"

"You didn't raise shit." You gritted out as you slammed the door to the bathroom.

Frank was about to break the door down, but he took a breath and stepped back. If you wanted to be a brat, he didn't care.

Little did he know, you had already climbed out the window, you were never coming back here.

Maybe Frank was the problem.

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yall, I’m really so sorry not for posting, my house completely burned down and I’ve been bouncing around houses for the past 3 weeks or so, no one was injured or killed but I lost most all of my belongings, but I finally am in a stable home with stable food, and I’m getting back to normal so posts should pick up, thank you so much for understanding!

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Frank Castle aka The Punisher, who's tracked down his next kill, finds the guy in a club, waits for the man to leave, and follows him into an alley. This guy has been handling some illegal product, it would be an easy kill, the guy didn't know Frank was after him. Frank lined up the shot. Quick. Easy. He pulls the trigger, waits for the body to fall, but it doesn't. Instead he hears the bullet clink on the concrete. The bullet had just fallen, he tried again, same thing. The man got away. 

Frank inspected his gun, turning it around in his grip. It was completely normal. 

A headache slammed into him, almost making his knees buckle, he had never felt something like this, he felt like his very skull was being torn to shreds, he leaned against the wall, he felt a steady stream of blood come from his ears. And then it just stopped.

He had a theory on what just happened.

Years ago, he had heard whispers of a woman in the countryside that was a magician. One who helped heros. He was still new to all the magic shit,and so he went to you. Made an exchange. He was granted a healing factor in exchange for control over his soul. Frank had no idea what that had meant but you did not elaborate, just smiled. You seemed trustworthy so he agreed.

He had an odd relationship with you, every once in a while he would get an invitation to come have tea with you, no matter where he was, he would always receive them. You treated him like an old friend, you called him Francis, he didn't know how you knew his real name, but you never did anything remotely hostile. Just... condescending, you treated him as some kind of entertainment. Every once and a while you would ask him a favor. Mostly intel. He just knew this was you.

He stormed to your manor. And old Victorian one, perfectly conserved, 24 acres. He knocked on the doors, being answered by a butler. He gave his name and the door slammed in his face. A few moments later, the door opened again. You stood there smiling wide, white gloves, a pink dress, ribbons in your hair. 

"Francis! Oh how good to see you! Come, walk with me."

You held your arm for him to take, it wasn't a question. He just stared, angrily.

You lowered your arm. "Or not, come in and join me for tea then, I can tell you have something to discuss."

You walked to a table, accompanied by two chairs, a butler pulled yours out for you, you thanked him and he scurried off, you were still smiling. Frank took a seat, just as a woman came over and left a teapot with two cups on the table.

You smiled and nodded at the woman, turning to Frank, you picked up the teapot, pouring yourself and him a cup.

Frank stared for a second before opening his mouth. "So look, yesterday, I-"

"One sugar, or two, Francis?"

"None thanks, but like I was saying-"

"Oh are you sure? It's a bitter tea."

His voice began to rise with frustration "No. I don't want no damn sugar. Now about yesterday-"

"So fickle Francis, how have-"

"Can you stop fuckin interrupting me?! We have serious shit to discuss." 

Your eyebrows raised before quickly regaining composure. "Well then go ahead, Francis. Tell me what you think." You slid him tea and took a sip of your own.

"Last night, I was after a target. I shot him and the bullet collapsed, then I got this horrible headache. Did you have something to do with that?"

"Well perhaps, what was the man's name?" Frank hated that you were still talking to him like a child, he was stronger than you, bigger, he could overpower you if he really wanted to, but you just sat there sipping your damn tea.

"His name was Jasper Backwell." 

"Oh Jasper! Yes, that would be my doing then."

"Why? What did you do."

"Well he has made a similar deal to me, he's protected under my magic, and that little headache would be a punishment for breaking our agreement, Francis."

"What?! I gave you no fuckin' right to make me unable to do shit. You don't get to just- mess with my brain!"

He swept the tea set the floor, porcelain shattering on marble tile. 

Frank immediately felt the air thicken. He saw your mask crack. A servant rushed over with a broom but you held your hand out, shooing them away. 

You flicked your hand, the shards and the tea began to float, making a perfect pile on the table, with that you stood to face Frank.

"Francis. I think you've forgotten who's in control here. If I recall correctly, I'm the one that has ownership of your soul. If it weren't for me, you would have died 100 times over by now."

Frank felt this weird pressure in his chest, like his heart was trying to escape. He kept up his tough look though.

"You can't just- own souls, you're bullshitting." 

You smiled, your hand curling into a fist in front of him. His chest felt like it would explode. It was unbearable. 

"It was mine before we even met, Francis. I am in control."

"Youre just some batshit lady!"

Frank lunged, tried to. He got maybe a step, before he couldn't move at all, his muscles locked up. You smiled again and walked over, ruffling his hair.

"Such a silly creature."

A piece of perfectly sharp porcelain leveraged off the table, it dragged across his neck, drawing droplets in its wake.

He suddenly dropped to the floor, his vision spinning, he stood, seething.

"Now, Francis. Why don't you escort yourself out. It was a pleasure seeing you." 

You put your regular smile back on, the porcelain landing back in the pile.

"I hope our next meeting has less...attitude, Francis."

As Frank walked with anyone's ego he had left. You waved from the front porch.

"Remember, dear, you're under my control until you settle your account."

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Want to love your new post but you said “He finds this guy who wants a vigilante in a different.” And I don’t understand

Fixed! It was meant to be ‘a vigilante in a different town brought to him’ thanks for telling me!

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Yall im sorry ive been posting so inconsistently, Im having some serious life problems right now, but please know i have more coming

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Frank Castle aka The Punisher whos low on money. He finds this guy who wants a vigilante in a different city brought to him. He wants them delivered alive, and he wants them to trust Frank. 

When Frank asked about motives, the man got quiet. A lost daughter, a lost daughter at the hands of a vigilante. Frank took the job. 

Frank did research, a messy vigilante, videos showed that you were not trained. You weren't particularly good but you seemed clever. There was a divide right down the middle of your city on their standpoint on you.

Frank made his plan, drive to your city, pretend to bump into you, gain your trust, get you back to Hell's kitchen, and get his pay. 

He found your on a rooftop. Your legs dangling off the edge, you sat there sewing up wounds. When he got closer he saw you were bruised up, knuckles raw, nose running. Your brows were furrowed in concentration and pain. He noticed while you stitched yourself, you went too far down.

"Hey. You're doing it wrong. Let me down it." 

He kneeled down in front of you. Took the needle, finished the stitches. The whole time you stared at him in awe. 

When he stepped away, he gave a slight huff. "Long night?"

You just stared. The punisher is standing in front of you. You had seen the news. Seen the havoc that follows him. All you could manage was a nod.

"Any good..." He checked his watch. 1:39 AM. "Breakfast places around here?"  

You just nod again. He follows you to a mom and pop shop. You had thrown a jacket over your suit. The tired waitress greeted you by name. Frank ordered a black coffee and took the corner booth. You ordered a sunny side up egg. 

"So why are you doing all this? You've dont got some magic d'ya?"

You shook your head no, "I just... want to keep people safe. Thats it." You cut into your eggs.

Frank kept close watch over you over the next few days, following you during patrols, helping with missions.

The pit in his stomach grew every time. He would kidnap you soon. He would torture you soon. 

But you had killed someone's daughter. You could've killed his. You deserved it. Right?

One day, you invited him to your house for dinner, you liked to cook. Made this delicious looking spaghetti. You had Frank at your table. You had the man that would torture you in the near future at the table asking you to pass the cheese. 

Frank looked around your apartment, a studio. The thing that stuck out to him was a shelf of small things. A piece of metal with red and white stripes, blueprints burnt at the end but unmistakably iron man. And engraved arrow, a bracelet with shockers. 

You collected items from heros. You wondered over smiling and began to talk about them time you helped Spiderman. Frank tuned it out. He can't be getting attached.

Tonight was the night.

Once the two of you finished dinner, Frank clamped a drugged cloth over your mouth. He made sure you were comfortable. 

He buckled you into the van. He texted the man that he was on his way.

As Frank carried you in, you awoke.

"Frank...? Where are you taking me...?"

He just shushed you.

The warehouse was empty besides a blinding light enveloping a lone chair in the middle and a table of tools, he tied you down, and stepped away.

He felt sick. 

Outside Frank met with the man before.

"Your daughter...you said you lost her? I lost mine too." Frank muttered

The man sneered. "Damn, you belived that? Forgot I even said that. I just wanted the kid here. Been undermining my work for months." He dropped dhis cigarette to the ground and stamped it.

"But thanks, Frank."

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Frank Castle aka The Punisher who has been watching over a new vigilante. You're too nice, naive. You're not cut out for this but people already know who you are so its too late to stop. You have this insufferable belif system. Worse than Red. You belive that everyone could be changed for the better with enough work. You haven't even killed someone. Maybe Frank likes it that way.

You spend most nights patrolling with Frank so he can make sure you don't die. He treats your wounds, makes sure that you're keeping up with normal life. 

Frank Castle disappeared on a Tuesday. 

Frank woke up tied down to a table. No, not tied, metal cuffs circled his wrists, his feet, his neck, his stomach, and his forehead. His vision was blotchy and he had a horrible migraine. With his limited vision, he could see syringes on a nearby table, medical devices. This wasn't about torture, this was about experimentation. Someone in a white coat came over and injected something into his neck and put a bite plate in his mouth. 

Frank's consciousness faded in and out. People moving, hushed voices, medical practice. He couldn't feel any of whatever the hell they were doing. Hopefully someone would mess up and kill him.

You worried. You hadn't heard from Frank for a week. No patrol help, no check ins, ignored calls and texts, and his blind friend hadn't heard anything either. You knew that he might be doing this for you safety. But fuck safety. You dug. Went to his apartment, checked every single police report from the week, every clinical report. 

You found that a group had been keeping tabs on him. You found that they operated in an abandoned hospital. 

When you got there, your heart was beating out of your chest. He was in there, and they were hurting him, or they had killed him, you didn't know. But you weren't letting them keep him. You were killing these fuckers.

Frank awoke to the sound of an alarm, red lights flashed in his still blurry vision. The 'doctors' rushed around, grabbing weapons it looked like. They were still whispering, but they were scared, he could hear it. 

He watched their bodys collapse, one by one.

He felt someone beside him, felt them unbuckle the clasps. He felt someone help him off the table, support his limp body. It was you.

As the two of you shuffled to the entrance Frank caught the havoc around him. Blood on the walls, bodies everywhere, your shirt was covered in it. It was splattered on your face.

You just kept on going. Floors and floors of destruction. He could see the anger building in the deaths. Quick snaps of necks ranging to multiple stab wounds. And yiu just kept walking.

When the two of you finally reached a safehouse, you sat Frank down on a couch. 

"Kid."

You interrupted him. "I did what I had to do. They had you Frank! What if they had killed you or- or worse! I just-"

"Hey, shut up. Take a breath. It's okay."

"I killed so many, Frank..."

"I know."

"Some of them had families."

"I know."

"Am I a monster?"

"I'm gonna be honest. You committed a massacre. Your hands aren't clean anymore. But we can work through it, together."

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Matthew Murdock whos on patrol in an area he usually doesn't go to, when he hears this wierd beeping from a warehouse. It sounded like a heartbeat, but it sounded like a video game. Curiosity got the better of him, and he went to investigate. 

Sitting in the middle of an empty room was a figure. The room smelled of rot and metal, heavy in his nose. The figure was sitting in front of a chess board. One piece was moved, a pawn to —. Matt, unsure of what to do, sat down in front of it and moved a rook to —.  

A wierd crackling sound followed, like metal grinding against bones, and then a voice.

"I won't hurt you, unless you cheat."

The voice was strange. Overlapping, one was artifical, one was strained human. It made every nerve it Matt's body go on high alert.

A hand reached out, Matt reached out to feel it. The hand was made of metal plates and stretched skin stitched together. The hand moved the pawn forward to —. 

They stayed like that for a long while, the thing infront of him won, put him in checkmate. 

"I win." The voice didn't sound hostile at all, it sounded like a kid's. "Play again?"

Matt stood. He didn't have an idea of what to do. 

He came back the next day. You were still sitting in the exact same spot. The chess board had been reset. He took a DNA sample today. Played chess, lost again.

"I win. Play again?"

At the police station a few days later, Matt was handed a file. He took it home. The DNA was of some kid who had been dead for years. No body found, just disappeared. 

Matt came back the next day. As soon as he stepped in, he could smell it, fresh blood ,lots of it. It was covering everything. The chess set, the floor, you.

"They cheated." Came a small voice.

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Matthew Murdock aka Daredevil who's has befriended another vigilante, you. One night you're ask him to meet you on a rooftop. You were already there when he got there. Your heartbeat was fast. You were scared. As soon as you heard him you started talking.

"He knows my identity, Fisk. He knows where I live, he's coming for me tonight. He'll kill me."

Matt took in a breath. "Okay. We can fix this. Stay with me tonight, and we can figure this out. I'll-"

"No. No, Ive gotta let this happen. I've gotta end this. I'll destroy him. I just- i just wanted to say goodbye."

Matt felt you walking over to him, you pulled your mask off, placed it in his hand. "This city needs you, Matt. Don't doubt that."

Before Matt could say anything, you left by the fireladder. He just stood there for a moment his hands fisting, blood rushing. He wanted to hit something. 

At 2AM there was breaking news. A video had been released from an anonymous account. A video that depicted Fisk breaking into a vigilantes house. The vigilante was entirely unarmed. And they were young. They raised their arms, wasn't hostile at all, and Fisk beat them to death.

The video was on every platform, already having millions of views and trending. It was enough to get Fisk out of office. 

It was enough. 

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Matthew Murdock aka Daredevil who's been watching you, the right-hand of Fisk on mayorship. Matt is sure you don't know who Fisk really is, you follow him like a dog. You look at him like he hung the moon. You're just some kid from hells kitchen, you just want to better the city. One night you're working late, going through papers when you accidentally stumble onto the wrong paper, a hit list, witht he names of goveners and donors on it, naively, you take it to Fisk. You try to tell him that there must be some rat in the board. You didn't know it was Fisk's. He just smiles. Puts a hand on your back.

"This is...what is necessary for the city. These people, theyre in the way of progress. We must get rid of the scum before building anew. I can trust you to help, yes?" 

You just swallow and nod. You could feel the tension in his hand. It makes you feel dirty, all the things you had done for him. For a monster. They were right. 

"Now you're truly a part of the team"

You had to go tell someone. You couldn't let someone do this to the city you loved. You walked off, trying not to shake. You gathered every paper you could find on Fisk and this dirt you just found out about. You took pictures of it all and checked out. 

You tried not to run as you hurried to Nelson , Murdock, and Page, the only people you knew you could trust, you had been told early on the identity of Daredevil. You knocked on the door for 2 minutes before Matt opened the door.

"Fisk- he's...he's a monster! And he's got a hit list. I've got to show you, please belive-" 

"Come inside." Hos voice was firm, gritty, he believed you. He had to. "Tell me everything."

"I was going through files and I found a hit list. I took it to Fisk because I thought it was a rat, but he said it was his. He told me its what has to be done, and he wants me to be part of it. I agreed and I got pictures of all the files." You handed him a drive. "Oh god...he's gonna kill me if he knows what I'm doing."

"I won't let that happen."

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Matthew Murdock aka Daredevil who's been working with you, because you seem to have a lot more free time than him. You had completely given up your real life to be a hero. You had been doing this for years, a secret hero, who can stitch up their own wounds. When Matt asks for your real name, you reply that you forgot it. On public record, you had been dead for years. 

You're the risky one. The one who walks into a burning building with just a chance of surviving, because if you die, no one will be affected. Matt has tried to convince you that there's something to live for, but honestly, he can't think of one either.  

And when you die, you will not be remembered as a martyr as he will. You will be the sacrifice. The one who gave up everything to help others will no thanks.

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Matthew Murdock aka Daredevil who's sitting in his office, Foggy talking about a new bar, when there's a small knock at their door. Foggy stands to open it and finds you, a kid. Couldn't be older than 16, with a firm expression on your face, Matt can year your heart racing.

"You guys are lawyers?"

Foggy nodded, confused.

"I need you guys to represent me in court."

Matt perked up at that. It was not everyone day that some kid comes and asks flat out to be represented in court.

"Shouldn't you be in school?" Matt murmured, 

"Yeah, I'm skipping, why does that matter. I've got 82 dollars, I know you guys coat more, but I can give you that and work for you guys, I just-"

"Slow down. Who are you defending against? Did some kid like...steal your lunch money?" Foggy tried to joke, quickly receiving a smach on the foot from Matt's cane. 

"Um... My parents. They're claiming that im unstable and need to be under their constant supervision, but they're just gonna hurt me."

"What kind of hurt you." Matt gritted out.

"Um- well they lock me in the closet for days, and they burn me, and they hold me underwater."

Matt could feel his teeth grinding. He can't fathom how some people hurt their children. "Do you have any scars or currect bruising or cuts?"

Matt heard the rustle of clothes, and then heard a quick intake of breath from Foggy.

"Matt, they've got a pretty bad burn across their hip. Looks like maybe a pan."

"We'll take your case. Do you have somewhere safe to stay?"

"They shook their head."

Matt stood and walked around to the front of the desk "Thank you Foggy. Okay, you can stay with me while we figure this out-"

Arms wrapped around his abdomen, you were hugging him. Matt stood awkwardly for a moment before hugging back.

"Thank you."

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Matthew Murdock aka Daredevil, who hears that there's a little bookshop in a softer part of town that has a very extensive braille collection, including books of law. The only one Matt had ever found were hundreds of dollars. 

Matt got Foggy to drive him with the promise of getting lunch on the way back. The shop was warm, with creaky wood floors and a cat that purred lazily at the door. There was a shelf directly next to the door, which Foggy informed him was filled with supplies for homeless people. 

Someone came around the corner, they had bells on them, maybe attached to a sweater. 

"Hello! Is there something I can help you find?"

It was a kind voice. You seemed happy to be there. 

"I belive so, I heard there was a braille section here."

"Oh yes! Is there anything in particular that youre looking for?"

"Religion, and law, if you have any."

You walked over and took his held out arm and guided him like you had done it a thousand times.

"Step up" 

Matt took the steo that he had already sensed, it was nice that you warned him, most people forgot to. After a few more paces, you guided his hand to the bookshelf.

"They should all be translated, just give me a shout if you need help."

Foggy approaches Matt as he was reading the spines. Matt could smell lemon on his hands and Foggy seemed a bit warm.

"Matt, this place is great, they got tea and cookies!"

"Yeah grab me one. But hey, does this have a price on it?" 

Matt held the book out to Foggy,after listening to Foggy turn it a few times, Foggy handed it back.

"Nope, I'll go ask...that person said that its 'Pay What You Think is Fair' policy."

Matt gave a slight hum of satisfaction, after he gathered 3 more books, he handed you 100 dollars, and walked out holding a cookie.

Foggy turned to him,

"Think we're gonna come back?"

"Definitely"