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Frank Castle aka The Punisher who was in the apartment across from yours. You were 9 when Frank moved in. You knocked on his door while he was still unpacking to ask if he liked the stars. Frank just stared at the kid infront of him before muttering 'yeah.' As soon as he said it, you smiled so wide and launched into a whole speech about the atmosphere of each planet.

"Where are your parents, kid?"

"My mums not awake."

"...tell me more about the atmosphere."

You happily told Frank everything there was to know about the atmosphere.

And such began Frank's wierd friendship with you. He soon met your mom, single and struggling with alcoholism and getting used to one income. She usually didnt get home until late at night, so she gave you permission to go to Frank's after school.

Frank helped with homework and got you fed. Your mother tried a few times to pay him, but to Frank, you wrote a delightful distraction from his Punisher work. Frank even got you an astronomy book for your birthday.

When you started middleschool, you were bullied for being wierd. You came to Frank crying because you were beaten up behind the school where there were no teachers. Frank expertly cleaned your wounds and taught you how to get out of a lot of holds.

Your love for astronomy never faded. Even into highschool, you spent much time in science club, star gazers, NHS, and a bunch of other smart kid classes Frank couldn't even begin to describe. You never let Frank call himself dumb though.

When you were 16, you did on a project on criminal justice and discovered that Frank was the Punisher. You cried all night when you found out, worrying that one morning you would wake and Frank would be a corpse. It almost broke Frank's heart as you begged his to stop.

Frank heard you fight with your mother late one night. It was a full blown screaming match, because she wanted you to not go to college to help pay bills. You wanted to be an astronaut, you always had.

You left that night. Frank wasn't horribly worried, you were independent and so damn smart, plus you knew how to use a pistol thanks to Frank.

Over the next 10 years, Frank saw your name in the papers a few times, he always looked. You were Summa Cum Laude in your astobiology class. You won awards, got higher up in the ranks. Frank was so proud.

And then he gets a call while out on a mission. Frank huffed and answered. 

"Yes."

"This is NASA, would I be correct in assuming this is Francis Gerard Castiglione?"

"Who's askin'?"

"There is an astronaut that is requesting your company before launch."

Frank immediately assumed it was you. "When?"

"2pm tomorrow, Launch is at 4."

"Tell em' I'll be there."

Frank hung up and looked at the street infront of him. You were going to space. Of course you were. And you wanted him there.

Frank showed up in the nicest outfit he had...which wasn't saying an insane amount, a button up and jeans that weren't stained with blood.

You were in an orange jumpsuit, the top not on, but tied around your waist, under it was a white shirt. On the inside of your jumpsuit was a pair of golden wings embroidered on with your name on it. You looked tired and like you had been crying. Maybe you had, space was a big deal.

“Uh…Hi Frank. Thanks for coming…it means a lot.”

“Any time, kid.” You gestured to a bench to sit at, “so…space.”

“Space.”

“What are you goin’ up to see?”

“A cluster of stars have been moving…it’s like nothing ever recorded. I’m just gonna see what’s up.”

“Wow…that’s- fuck that’s cool. I’m proud of ya, kid.” 

You smiled, but it felt forced. Frank could feel this sense of doom looming off of you. 

“Is this…not a good thing, kid?” 

“No…it’s great.”

“I know you love space, but if this ain’t somethin’ you’re wanting to do, you don’t have to.”

“I know…I want to do it, I’m just worried that people will forget about me.”

“Well…I’ll always remember you, plus, everyone will remember about the coolest fuckin’ astronaut when you come down.”

“Guess they will.” That didn’t seem to reassure you.

Frank stayed to see the launch. He was given a front row seat, the woman who he sat next to was bawling her eyes out, maybe everyone in the front were people important to the crew…maybe that lady was just nervous.

As soon as launch was over, the whole front area was brought into a pasture, it was beautiful. It was beautiful until Frank noticed the gravestones. Until he saw the one with your name on it. 

It was a suicide mission.

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Frank Castle aka the Punisher whos sitting in his bed, reading a book when there's a frantic knocking at his door. Frank pulls himself up and checks the peephole. He sees you. You, the little vigilante that red is 'training' or whatever.

Frank opens the door. Youre standing there shaking like a leaf. Blood is splattered all over your clothes, you wouldn't even look Frank in the eye.

"What happened, kid?" Frank grumbled in the gentlest voice he could muster.

"I-...something bad." You saif in a voice so small, Frank almost missed it. "I cant...good to Mr. Murdock."

Frank had told you, the first time he saw you with Matt that if you ever needed his help, he was available. Frank stepped aside to let you in. 

"Go to the bathroom and Ill clean ya up." Frank said as he shut the door. He walked into the bathroom to find you sitting on the toilet seat, picking at the ashes on your knuckles. "Stop that." He swatted your hand away. "Anything that needs stitiches?"

You nodded and rolled up your sleeve to show a pretty deep stab wound in your shoulder. Frank sighed and got up to get supplies.

"So what kinda shit do you start?" You looked down. Frank began to clean the wound. "Cmon, its me. You know I've done worse."

"I killed someone..." Frank looked up, he knew killing was as big as deal to you as it was to Matt. 

"What happened?"

"I was doing an errand Mr Murdock, just beating up some guy in an alley who wouldn't leave girls alone, and he pulled a knife. He just wouldnt- he wouldn't let up. He was...doing some actual damage and I snapped and slammed his head back against a wall...and there was a piece jutting out and it just-...went in."

"Well it sounds like he deserved it." Drank murmured as he started the stitches. He glanced up and noticed that didnt seem to help. "It wasn't like you were planning on killing him." 

"But I didnt help him."

"Its gonna be fine, kid...I promise. You're still young, you can get away from this. You're not evil."

"How do you know that? How do you know im not just- hiding it?!" 

"Because bad people dont worry that they're bad. And I see good in you, so does Red."

"How am I supposed to tell him?"

"That's you killed someone?"

"Yeah."

"Just tell him what you told me. Red ain't some all powerful judge."

"But he's-...perfect! Hes a symbol of hope and goodwill, and he was already doing me a favor helping me. Hes so amazing! And Im just-...not."

Frank wrapped up your knuckles. "Hes not an angel either, sure he's got his whole high and mighty act, but he's just human. Same as you and me."

"He probably already knows....he probably heard it."

"Maybe. But even if worst comes to worst, he's not gonna just- cast you out. Hes got too much moral fuzzies for that."

"Can I stay here tonight?"

"'Course. Ill make some food and dget you some clothes."

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Part 1 Part 2

Frank Castle aka the Punisher who went to Madani. She had scientists, right? Madani directed Frank to a chrmical analyzer. The blood he collected was confirmed to be from you. He had gotten your identity right.

"And the chemicals?" Frank gritted out, pacing a hole in the floor.

"Well...it seems like it's two main compounds, one of them is a chemical that is often used for mind control. The other is...harder to explain. Their blood samples came out theirs but it had been altered. Whoever has them has been messing with their genes and have infused it with a super soldier’s." The girl said. Frank could hear the fear in her voice. He understood. It wasn’t every day the Punisher burst into a lab demanding answers.

"Meaning what."

"The second compound is basically the only thing keeping them alive. If they go without it for too long, their body will just...shut down." That's why you were vomiting blood. Your body was shutting down on you.

"Can you separate the mind control shit from the other stuff? And can you make it so that it injects somewhere that isn't their mask?"

"I can most likely do both. I need time to do that though."

"We dont fuckin' have time! They're out there having God knows what happen to them!" You could be being tortured, or being forced to torture someone, or you could be having your mind wiped, or you might already be dead. Frank took a breath, noticing that the scientist was shaking. "I'm sorry. I just need this as fast as you can do it."

"Give me two weeks."

Two weeks later, exactly, Frank returned to find a very exhausted scientist grinning. On her desk was hundreds of papers and a whiteboard completely full. On the desk was also multiple vials of liquids of varying colors.

"You did it?"

"Yeah. Okay so, first of all I got the compound stable alone, so if you put these," she gestured to a specific cluser of vials, "in the little device that I'll show you in a sec, they should be stable with no more mind control stuff!" The scientist rushed to get a cardboard box, she pulled out something that looked similar to an insulin pump. "They can just put this on their belt loop! The little needle goes into their hip, dosent really matter where as long as it's not the stomach, and they just need to change the vial every 12 hours!"

Frank stared in amusement as the scientist went on to ramble about all of her findings.

"That's amazing, kid. Thank you. Really."

"And um- I know this whole thing is probably going to become a whole government thing, but I'd love to continue to help in any way I can."

"Alright, kid. Thanks again." Frank placed a wad of cash on the table and took all the items and left.

Now all he needed to do was find you.

Frank looked first at who he knew you had killed, politicians and bankers all working with one guy in particular. Ftank found he assumed would be your next logical target and stalked him. By day 4, Frank was losing hope. He was lying on a rooftop, trying to catch some sleep when he heard someone step onto the roof. He opened his eyes to find you once again standing above him.

"Are we gon' have to do this all again?"

You fired, Frank curved to the side. Although the you firing at him part was bad, what was worse was that apparently you didn't remember him, which meant your memories had been tampered with again.

"I'm a friendly! Look- that's you!" Frank shouted as he got your military ID into your hand. You glanced at it, then glanced at it again. You studied the words and the picture of a much younger you. Frank took the chance to land a heavy blow right to your face, knocking you out cold. 

"I'm sorry."

Ftank.got you sitting up against the roof wall and got your mask off. Your lips had become very chapped. Frank lifted your shirt up enough to fasten on the hip needle. Once it was secured, he stepped away. He managed to get you over his shoulder and carried you back to the scientist.

You awoke in a room that was flooded with florescent lights. You sat up with a start, had you been taken? Then all these memories flooded back. Killing people slowly. Torturing men until they weren't recognizable, taking children from their parents. Sleeping in a cold dark room on the floor, being tied down to a chair, surgical tables. You were on a surgical table right now. You tried to scramble off, only to find yourself handcuffed to the table.

Frank awoke from the chair he had dozed off on, suptised to see you very much awake and pulling at the handcuff.

"Hey! Woah- take a breath. You're okay! I swear! Do you remember me?"

You nodded. Frank inhaled. That was something, maybe you were gaining some memory back. 

"Yeah. That's good. Kinda hard to forget this mug, eh?"

You pulled at the handcuff again.

"I know. Its just for peace of mind. That lady over there," Frank pointed to Madani who was hovering in the corner. "She can help you, but she's really fuckin' paranoid. But she's gonna help. Ain't ya?" Frank gestured for Madani to come over.

Madani stalked over, standing a good distance away from you. "Hello. Im special agent Dinah Madani, and you are?"

You just stared at her.

"Yeah, they dont do the whole talkin' thing so well." At that moment, yoru hip injection went off, you hissed and tried to take it out. 

"Hey- dont touch that! Its to keep you not getting sick. Its not dangerous I promise." Frank assured you.

The scientist wondered over. "Uh...if it isn't too big of a deal...Could you take off your vest so I can do a checkup?" You stared again, clearly unnerving the scientist before you unbuckled your combat vest and the bulletproof one underneath, leaving you in a thin black undershirt. The scientist set the stethoscope over your chest and did the whole breathe in breathe out thing.

As you followed the scientist's request, Frank got a look at your arms and neck. They were scarred many times over, slashes, stab wounds, bullet wounds, shrapnel and burns and a handful of surgery marks. It made it hard for Frank to breathe, yes he'd seen scars, but never this many this severe.

"I killed them." Frank had to do a double take. That was you, you has a very raspy voice from not being used.

"What?"

"I killed them. My family." Your eyes were downcast and your brows were knit together. "It was my first mission."

"That wasn't your fault," Frank began. "Whatever the hells been going on, you weren't in control."

"My mom recognized me. Asked me if it was really me, she went to hug me...I shot her in the head before she could get close enough. And my baby sister..." You bit your lip. 

Madani stepped forward. "Do you know who did all this?" 

"I...I remember their faces...I dont- I..." You trailed off.

Madani didn’t notice your distress and just kept pushing. “Okay, well can you give me locations?”

Frank saw something dim in your eye, maybe the hope that you had found kind people. “Yeah. There’s one in Maryland…” you started listing off addresses all over the US. The scientist was still working on you, now taking your blood pressure while taking some samples. Frank realized how it must look for you. People questioning you while you were still being injected with chemicals and scientists were still working on you.

“Can both of you back up please?!” Frank snapped. “God! They just escaped god knows what just to be fucking poked and prodded and questioned! Give them some fuckin’ space!” Madani side eyed Frank but backed away, the scientist finished her sample and took off the blood pressure machine.

Frank turned back to you. You had curled in on yourself slightly. You had stopped pulling at the handcuff, but the past struggle had left a noticeable mark. “When’s the last time you ate.” Your head snapped up, clearly not expecting the question.

“1800, yesterday.” Frank checked his watch. It was nearly 11pm. 

Frank turned to Madani, “Can you get something for them to eat, or are your questions more important.”

“Do we even know that they eat like a normal person?”

“Goddammit Madani, do you have an MRE?”

“Probably.”

“Ok, let’s do that.”

Madani huffed as she left. “You’re not in charge, Frank.”

Frank turned to you. “How re you feeling? And don’t say fine because everyone in this building would know that’s fuckin’ bullshit.”

“…like I just went through a forever hell week.”

Frank chuckled. “I bet you do.”

Madani returned with a chili and macaroni MRE and handed it to you. Frank noticed that Madani grazed your fingers and quickly retracted and wiped her hand on her jacket. You seemed to notice too, as you mumbled out a sorry.

“So about the location…”

“God, Madani.”

“I can take you to the main location and take you around. I still have my keycard.” Frank stared at you. You were going back? Willilngly? 

“You don’t need to do that. You just got out.” Frank hissed, glaring at Madani. “There are other people who can go.”

“I know that, but I have the keycard and I know my way around…and I need to atone.”

“You don’t have to atone for shit! You weren’t in control! It wasn’t your fault.”

“I need to do this…please.”

Madani stepped in before Frank could do anymore reasoning you out of it. “So it’s settled, we go in a week.” She left without another word.

Frank glanced at you, he could see the terror you were trying to hide. “You don’t have to do this.”

“…I want to.”

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I love remembering that I am not bound to the schedule I set for myself. I can go to bed 30 minutes early because I’m tired! What am I gonna do, fight myself? I have so much free will.

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Matthew Murdock aka Daredevil who can’t go to most fast food restaurants du to the rancid smell that is only amplified to him. He can really only comfortably eat from more high quality restaurants, which burns a hole in his pocket.

Then Foggy tells Matt about a restaurant his brother told him about. It’s a burger place run by a mom and daughter. All the ingredients are completely fresh, the food isn’t just chemicals.

When Matt got there he was delightfully greeted by you, you had a thick southern accent that sounded like honey to Matt.

“Hey there fellas, sit where ya’d like and come up when yer’ ready!”

Matt huffed and tilted his head to the side, Foggy nudged Matt to a stool at the counter, Matt didn’t mind, maybe you would talk to him more.

You walked over, “So what can I do for yall?”

Matt smiled “What would you recommend?”

“Ah, well I’d do the Cheeseburger with the works, and that’s lettuce tomato, pickle, ketchup, mayo, and diced onions, and then we’ve got almost anythin’ you can add, except mustard.”

“How come?”

“Well I just don’ like mustard!”

Foggy chuckled, and Matt grinned. “Fair enough. I’ll do that please.”

“And I’ll do the chilie dog!” Said Foggy.

“Comin’ right up!”

You walked behind the counter and repeated the orders to your mother, Matt assumed that the preparation was visible from the counter, as foggy was staring, and Matt didn’t sense any barrier. While you were grilling, your mother came over. She also had quite a southern accent.

“Anything ta drink?”

“I’ll do your best sweet tea!” Chirped Foggy.

“Water is fine for me.” Matt said.

Out came the drinks and soon after, the food. It was just wonderful, the patty was warm and juicy, and the bun was toasted perfectly. Matt could taste the spices but it didn’t overpower anything. Foggy was already halfway done with his chilie dog.

“Yall two city folks?” You questioned, as you came back behind the counter.

“Yes, we’re lawyers in Hell’s Kitchen.” Replied Foggy.

“Ah, business men! How wonderful!”

Matt chuckled. “It’s not all that glamorous.”

“All the sounds of the city, keeps me up! ‘M used ta crickets!” You giggled.

“That sounds nice.” Matt grumbled with a huff. “Sometimes the noise is a lot for me too.” Matt left you a generous tip, and the two went off.

As they left, you called, “Come again!”

Matt was still listening to you, as they walked back. He heard you whisper to your mother. “The blind one was mighty handsome.”

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Frank Castle aka The Punisher who was working at the construction site when he met you. You were also there a lot of overtime. You sat alone for lunch, no one tried to talk to you. 

One day Frank needed to know where a tool was. He went to you, seeing that you were much less bothersome than the others. He waited for you to finish the wall you were working on, then cleared his throat.

"Hey. D'ya know where they moved the demolition forks?"

You turned to Frank. The first thing Frank noticed was the scar on your neck. It looked like you had been sliced in the neck, and the scar didnt heal just right. You started moving your hands in what Frank assumed was ASL.

"Uh. I dont know what you're saying. You mute or something?" You nodded. "Ok...uh, can you show me where the forks are?" You nodded again and walked off. 

Life just went like that. You sat with Frank for lunch, worked nearby each other, you were a runaway. Things had gotten messy, youd been on your own since you were 13. You actually lived in the same building as him, so the two of you walked home together often. Frank was slowly picking up sign language just from being around yoh so often. You knew about Lisa and the kids, about the Marines, everything.

When shit started going down, and Frank had to pick up the Punihser suit again, you stood by him. He tried to push you away, but you wouldnt budget.

"Its too dangerous.

"I dont care. You can't just dissappear. I can fight. I will fight."

"I knoe you can." It was true, one night the two of you were at a bar, and Frank got into some trouble, and you punched the guy so hard, he passed out. "But this is more than punching a drunk! This is killing!"

"I've killed before. I'm willing to do it again for a friend."

"Fuck. There's no letting this go is there?"

"No."

You were there for everything. Russo, Madani, Amy, that priest dude, and not once did you falter. It almost scared Frank. You were so willing to do what was necessary. 

You did pack quite a punch. One night, you admitted to Frank the you had special abilities. You had gotten your hands splashed by chemicals when you were very young, giving you stronger skin, muscle and bones.

You patched Frank up whenever he needed, refused to let him do it alone. Made sure Frank was actually eating something and sleeping...a little.

He knew you had nightmares. He had heard you make sounds in your sleep, your eyebrows knit together. One very very late night you opened up.

"I had a brother. I gave up everything for him, gave up my childhood. I killed to protect him. We were-"

Frank wasn't sure what the following sign was, so you clarified.

"No mom, dad."

"Orphans?"

"Orphans. The orphanage sent me away when I killed."

“Is your brother still alive?”

“Don’t know. He was disabled. Might have had a hard time.”

Frank just sat in the silence with you. When all the shit that the punisher brought had been slowing down, you found that you loved to cook. Frank gladly teacher you everything he knew, and helped you get into a culinary class. You parted ways there.

2 years later, you heard a knock on the door of you apartment, you huffed. It was late, who could it possibly be?

You opened the door to none other than Frank Castle himself, a bit more wrinkled around the eyes, a few grey hairs in his hair visible.

“I need help.”

“What kind?”

“A…friend of mine is going through something. He can’t do it alone. Just one night.”

“…Fuck it.”

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what if

what if Ghost and Gaz are on mission together, and Ghost gets separated and cornered

and the enemies soldiers kinda recognise him, cause maybe they had some old connections with Roba, and yadda yadda they manage to over power Ghost cause it's like 5v1 and they decide to torture him a bit and blah blah hours later

Gaz finding Ghost half buried in dirt, nearly dead and in the middle of a panic attack

and that's all my brain has got rn

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garricks who is forced to separate from his teammate, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley because of an explosion. Kyle rushes to a civi house, convincing some woman to let him stay in the dining room until it’s safe.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley who is forced to separate from his teammate Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garricks because of an explosion, he rushes into an abandoned store, only to find it being occupied by…no. No way in fuck. The ROBA symbol stares Ghost straight in the eye, he’s so taken off balance, that he dosent hear the man come up behind him and electrocute him. Before he passes out, he distinctly hears,

“holy shit! Isn’t that the guy we carved open? The one who escaped? We’re getting such a pay raise!” Kyle only found Ghost by his tracker, when Kyle stood above the blinking dot, he saw nothing but…disturbed soil. Shit. Kyle dove down and dug as fast as he could while calling evac. When Ghost awoke alone in the hospital, he felt a searing pain in his shoulder, when he glanced down he found a brand new scar. Fucking typical. The scar was carved though, ROBA was now permanently driven into his skin on display. Kyle walked in as Ghost stared at it.

“Y’know, Lt., you were shakin’ so bad we thought you were seizing. Just a…fucked up panic attack.”

Ghost couldn’t even hear Kyle, couldn’t respond, it was just buzzing until Kyle left. Then Ghost’s vision focused on the pill bottle nearby. That’ll do.

The Task Force lost a soldier that night, not a man, a soldier and only that.

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how i look while sending angst to one of my fav writers

I’m gonna beat you up

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angst is a hobby of mine.

Fuck you (respectfully)

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Matthew Murdock aka Daredevil who was born a twin. You were older by 7 minutes and you held that above Matt's head. You never really cared about school, while Matt studied, you did odd jobs in the apartment complex for money. You were always very protective of your baby brother. Walking him to and from school every day.

You were there for the accident. You had tried to pull him back, but when Matt set his mind to help someone, he did. As soon as Matt screamed from the chemicals, you rushed forward. You tried to clean the chemicals away from his eyes best you could, ignoring the burns it left on your fingers.

Matt can to this day remember you begging for help, holding him in your arms. 

You helped tremendously to Matt's adjustment to be being blind, learning braille right along with him, helping him around. You bought Matt soundproof headphones with your own money. 

When your father was shot, you begged Matt to stay inside, but ultimately followed him outside. While Matt moved to wherever he was needed, you were giving the police information. When the two of you got to the church, you both passed out almost immediately, but Matt awoke the next morning and found you sitting with your back against the wall next to his bed, asleep.

You hated the church. You hated that they wouldn't let you go do work. So you snuck out, looking for anyone that would hire a kid. That's when you discovered that the chemicals had affected you too. Your hands were strong, you could lift heavy items with no trouble. A construction worker took pity on you, hired you for $7 an hour.

Matt hated that he didnt know where his sibling was. You wouldn't tell him. You came home exhausted smelling like the ground. You were usually gone when Matt woke up, and got to school late, if you showed up at all. Matt heard the nuns mutter about what a waste you were.

Whenever Matt needed anything, you were there. You got him a better cane, his red glasses, nicer sheets, his favorite snacks. You patched Matt up when he got into fights, helped Matt with reading. Even though the two of you were twins, you acted years older.

The church began to take notice of your sins. They told you not to skip, but you couldn't stop working. What if Matt broke his glasses again? What if he needed new headphones? You refused. You were punished. 

Matt heard it. He heard you get beat, thrown into isolation. Over and over and over. One night he asked you why you stayed.

"Who else would make sure you dont fall down a flight of stairs?" You tried to joke as you winced from flexing your shoulders.

One morning, as you walked home from work, $30 in your pocket, the sun was still rising, a man came behind you. He put a knife to your throat and demanded money. You couldn’t give him your money, you needed to get Matt money for his schoolbooks in braille! The man droned on in your ear, all you could think about was Matt. You had to get back. In an instant, you stepped on the man’s shoe and bolted away. You paid no mind to the thin cut on your neck. You ignored the man’s shouts and ran to the church. The man managed to grab your pant leg as you climbed the stairs, he pulled you down and pinned you under him, holding the knife to your cheek. You used your strength to push off the concrete and flip around, the knife clattering a few inches away. You grabbed it. The metal was warm in your hands.

Matt arose to the sound of screams just outside the church. You hadn’t returned, Matt’s heart began to beat faster as he rushed to the commotion. When he stepped outside, his nose was immediately filled with the smell of blood. He tried to make sense of what he could hear and smell. You, standing above a man…a dead man, blood all over the stairs. A priest stepped forward.

“You have spilled blood on the stairs of a holy building. You are a devil. Be gone.” The man held a crucifix out infront of you.

“N-no! You can’t do that someone has to take care of Matth-“ You begged as someone dragged you away. You couldn’t even focus on who. Just Matt standing there, his lips pursed. The crucifix infront of you.

Matt listened to you leave. He tried to go with you, but sister Sarah wouldn’t allow it.

They always did say the Murdocks had the devil in them.

AN: if you are not sirbones than ignore this. Oooh Sirbones when I get you Sirbones.

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yall should lwk send me requests

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Part 2 of This

Frank Castle aka The Punisher who drives himself mad trying to find you. Based on your reaction to his dog tags, you must've been military. He started there. He got Lieberman to help him go through military record of everyone with the few features Fran remembered from you'd brief interaction. Hair color, eye color, rought weight and height. 

David found you first. You were a SEAL. Of course you were. You had enlisted straight out of highschool. Served 3 tours, a month before you came home on your third, you just vanished. No signs of a struggle, no message, nothing. 

So now Frank was left sitting. Now he knew who you were but what was he supposed to do with that information? Your family were all dead, so was most of your friends. Frank couldn't sleep.

Frank found you again by accident. He was walking home from a bar when he heard repeated gunfire and shouts in a warehouse. It was almost like catnip for someone like him.

Frank grabbed his gun and rushed towards the warehouse. When he burst the door open, he found you.

Frank found you standing in the middle of a ring of blood and bodies. A flickering ceiling light cast a flickering halo on you. You were absolutely covered in blood, hair matted with it, clinging to your suit. Frank had to guess you stood above at least 10 men.

When you saw Frank, you drew your gun and fired at him, zero hesitation. Frank ducked with milliseconds to spare. 

"Woah- Hey! Listen to me!" Frank shouted as he ducked behind a crate. The firing stopped. 

Frank stood with his hands to, in one hand was a paper with your name and military ID on it. "That's you." Frank held it out ifnront of you. You just stared. "You went missing a few years back. I can get you home."

You holstered your gun, reaching up to your mask. Frank watched you try to yank it off to no avail. Frank watcher your growing desperation, the muffled sobs. He began to approach slowly, his hands always in your view. You tried slamming your jaw against a wall. As soon as Frank saw you do it, he rushed forward and put his hand between the wall and your head. 

"Hey- dont do that, let me help."

Frank waited a moment until you nodded. Frank moved your hair away from your neck, the clasp on the back made Frank's blood boil. It could only be undone by someone else. You would.never be able to get the mask off yourself. Frank took in a deep breath and undid the clasp. As soon as he did, you jerked away. The mask clattered to the ground. 

You turned to face Frank. You had a slight tan line on your face where the mask had covered. The thing that Frank noticed the most were the two scars on your dimples. Two scars that looked like you had been injected in those spots many many times. You seemed just as baffled, reaching up to feel the skin.

Frank noticed something silver sticking out of the mask. He picked it up. Where your dimples would be were two needles that connected to the fang like pieces of your mask. Every minute or so, they would eject just a little bit of a chemical thay smelled horrible. Whatever ot was, it was going to your skin hundreds of times daily. Frank held the mask up to you. 

"Do ya know what it is?"

Frank waited a minute, you just stared.

"We get the mask off and ya still can't fuckin' talk."

You took a few steps away.

"Hey- where are you..."

You bent over and blood poured from your mouth. 

"Fuck."

Frank waited unit you finished, wiping your mouth on your gloves. 

"Lemme see."

Frank checked for any injuries that would make you do that but couldn't find anything. Must be internal. Frank took an assessment of you. You were still drenched in blood. Frank had to at least get some of it out of your eyes. 

"Hold on. Stay right there."

Frank rushed away and bought some water and a first aid kit from a corner store. When he returned, he firstly noted that you had thrown up more blood.

"Ya gotta stop doin' that."

Frank tried to joke but it didnt quite land. 

"Not one for jokes?"

Frank motioned for you to come closer. He took a strip of cloth and wet it. He slowly moved it over your eyes and face. Frank then grabbed the bottle and handed to you.

"Drink. You know how to do that, right?"

You drank graciously from the bottle, finishing it in seconds. Frank saw you eyeing the other things in the bag, the first aid kit and gummy bears.

"Ya ever had these?" Frank held out the bag. "I get them sometimes when I need a pick me up...my daughter liked them too."

He watched you tear into the bag and stare and the small multicolored gummies before taking a few and handing them back. 

"You eat them." Frank mumbled while eating a handful himself. He saw you eat them and huffed through your nose. Frank smiled to himself. You threw up more blood. 

Frank heard a small beep, after a few seconds, another one. It was coming from your mask. You looked at the mask the same time as him. The mask and bedn slowly pouring the chemical out on the floor. 

"Its the mask. Isn't it? That keeps you not thrown' up? That's what the chemical does?" You nodded slightly. "And what does the beep mean?" You just stared. "Right. Can't fuckin' talk."

Frank stood, pacing back and forth. He couldn't make you put them mask back on. Even the thought made Frank feel horribly sick.

"You've gotta put it back on." Frank gritted out.

You looked up, shaking your head repeatedly, also standing and backing up.

"I know- I know. But I can't have you die on the floor right here. You put the mask back on, Ill figure out what that shit is, and what it's doing to you, and how to fix it. Then I will come and find you and Ill get you out of whatever the hell you're in. But you have to put the mask back on." 

You stared at Frank for a good long while before walking forward and picking up the mask. You placed it back on your face, watching Frank the whole time, he watched the needles slide back into your cheeks. You walked away to the door, as you left Frank called out.

“I promise, Ill find you again!”

Once he was sure you were gone, he took a sample of the chemical and your blood to take it to Madani.

He will get you out.

@cinnamoroll-things

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I just finished Daredevil Born Again Seson 2, I know I’m late, but just…wow.

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Matthew Murdock aka Daredevil who's meets you by accident. Because of course he met you by accident. You had come to knock on matts door. When Matt answered, you exclaimed.

"Oh- im so sorry, I'm looking for my friend's apartment. I dont think youre her..." You stammered, you took a breath and examined the unknown man infront of you. He held a cane, his hair was a combed back red verging on brown. He wore dark red glasses, a white dress shirt, a red tie that was slightly loosened and grey pants.

Matt's head cocked to the side. He could hear how fast your heartbeat was. "Oh that's okay, what apartment were you looking for?"

"Uh..." You dug in your pocket and produced a piece of crumpled paper. "408?"

"Yes...that's 2 doors down."

"Alright, sorry for the disturbance, thank you so much!" You rushed off before Matt could say anything else.

A few days later, Matt was carrying groceries to his apartment, struggling to carry all the bags and get up the stairs. He was so focused he didnt hear you come behind him. 

"Oh- let me help!" You took half his bags. Matt smiled. When the two of you got to his apartment, you set the groceries on the counter.

"Thanks for that...blind guys and stairs dont go well together. I'm Matt by the way." Matt relished at the giggle the remark got.

Matt held his hand out toward you to shake.

"Nice to meet you, Matt." He felt almost something like dust covering your hands. Charcoal. 

"Are you an artist?"

"I guess so..." You sounded so unsure. 

"Is there a reason why you wouldn't be?" Matt locked his head.

"I...dont know. I do art on the side...but I haven't made, let alone sold anything cool."

"And here I thought my work was cool."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a lawyer."

Matt could sense you staring at him. He chose not to comment.

"Can I just-Can I paint you?" You blurted out.

"Uhm..."

"It won't take too long, I promise!"

"I've never been painted before."

"That's okay! You just- do your thing...and Ill do mine!"

"I suppose."

So there you were, painting this beautiful man, it baffled you that he hadn't been pained before. He was so beautiful. He had soft pink lips, light freckles dust his cheeks, dark eyelashes, stunning eyes. You hummed while you painted. Matt didnt mind.

4 hours later, you had produced an oil painting from shoulder up. In the portrait, his held tilted down and to the right slightly, like he loved to do. His face was shadowed in red.

Matt smiled when you proclaimed that you were done.

"I'm sure it's beautiful."

The two od you fell into a rhythm. You liked painting Matt. Matt liked not being alone, not that he would ever admit that. The bond was treasured on Matt's heart. Tou had even done portraits of Foggy and Karen. 

One bight, Matt got home from work and Josies to find you painting in his living room. 

"Hey, angel." The pet name made you tingly.

"Hi, Matty."

"Have you eaten?" 

"Have you?" You retorted.

"Maybe we should just eat together." You smiled at that and stood.

"I like that idea."

The two of you fell into conversation while you heated up leftover takeout. 

"The art exhibition is tommorow...I have 3 paintings in it."

"Wow...thats-...amazing." 

You hummed. 

Before you went to bed, you heard Matt whisper a prayer over you and kiss your forehead.

When Matt came home the next day, you were at the door squealing. 

"Matt! Matt, someone bought one of my paintings for $925!"

Matt hugged you. "That's amazing sweetheart."

"And..." You pulled away from Matt to rush into the bedroom. Matt mourned the loss of your body in his arms."

You came back holding a painting. "I made this...I was waiting for a special time to give it to you."

The painting was done with an impasto technique and blended many different textures, including strips of braille.

"Its lovely..." Matt choked out.

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Frank Castle aka The Punisher who awoke in a pitch black room. The ground felt like feeling cold water. The shadows crawled out of the corners of the room.

"What the fuck..." 

Frank looked behind him, to see nothing. When he turned back, a little girl stood in front of him. 

No.

He knew that little girl.

That was his little girl.

Her smile was just as big as that day, she adorned the same clothes.

"Sweetheart...?" Frank's voice cracked.

"Daddy!" The little girl replied. It sounded far too wrong. Like the sound had been recorded and replayed until it wasn't recognizable.

Frank took a step forward, and the girl took a step back.

"Babygirl...what's wrong?"

"Where were you?"

"What?"

Blood soaked through his daughter's dress. Her face was blown in. Blood matted her soft locks.

"I was so scared..."

"Wh-...what the hell is going on."

"Why didnt you help me?!" She cried out, reaching toward Frank.

"Babygirl, I tried-"

"It hurt...you didnt even notice." 

"No- I promise...I tried so hard to save yo-"

"Please save me...everything hurts!"

"I'm trying...what do you need?!" Frank tried to reach out to his precious daughter but just barely couldn't reach. 

"I'm dying because you couldn't protect me..."

"Dont-"

"Its your fault!" She sounded like she was in so much pain.

"I tried so hard to save you, babygirl...I promise-"

"It wasn't good enough."

"I-"

"You're not good enough." The voice had hardened. "You never were."