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pairing: frank castle x reader
word count: 1.3k
warnings: my attempt at fluff really
Frank
Pulling up to a small motel on the side of the road, I quickly park the van before going back to check on y/n. She's still out of it when I climb into the back and gather her in my arms once more.
I can still feel residual shocks of electricity coming from her body, but I ignore the feeling, desperate to get her inside so she can get some rest. Curtis is already sitting inside the room when I push the door open and set her on the bed. I already explained everything to him and he was able to come and get this room after commenting on another dangerous situation I seemed to always find myself in that I chose to ignore.
We make sure y/n is fine after I lay her down on the bed, and Curtis is convinced that she'll recover quickly once the electricity is completely out of her system. It's when I'm convinced she's going to be okay that I turn to walk back out the door.
"Where are you going?" Curtis stops me at the door making me turn to look at him.
"David's still out there," I respond simply, going to walk out the door but he grabs my arm before I can get far.
"You know going back out there right now is suicide."
"I'm not just going to leave him there." I go to walk out the door again but he stops me once more
"Frank." His voice drops to the tone he only uses when I'm being reckless and I sigh running my hand through my hair. "You know you go in half-cocked and you're only going to get yourself captured or killed as a result." I don't respond though I know he's right. "You don't even know for certain he's there." He continues to push until I curse quietly, sitting on the torn chair in the corner of the room letting my head fall into my hands.
Curtis doesn't say anything for a while, letting me sit with my head in my hands until my breathing evens out. "She's still alive," Curtis says quietly. "Take that as a win for now." I lift my gaze to y/n's form on the bed. Her fingers twitch slightly from residual electricity still in her system though her eyes remain shut and breathing labored. "I'll try to find more information just... try to get some rest." Curtis leaves the room, leaving me alone with her.
I don't look at her. I can't. It's taking everything in me not to climb into bed next to her and hold her close to me. I got too attached, and it happened so quickly that I never saw it coming.
I spend what feels like hours with my head in my hands until I eventually get up and head to the bathroom to splash water on my face. I look up into the dirty mirror above the sink just now noticing how shitty the lighting is in the room. I brace my hands on the sink staring at my reflection, watching as the water drips down my face and down into the drain.
~
I wake up to the sound of sheets rustling on the other side of the room. Blinking my eyes open I easily find y/n's body on the other side of the room in the low light she insisted stayed on during the night. The small mattress she started the night lying on, is now empty as she lies a few feet away on the ground with a simple sheet on her.
Every few seconds her body is shifting slightly causing the sheets to rub together, which is the noise I'm hearing. I swing my legs over the cot I'm on, walking over to where she is, hearing her mumble a name in her sleep the closer I get. Soon, she's twitching and breathing heavier causing me to bend down and touch her shoulder in an attempt to wake her.
It's seemingly easy for her to wake up when her eyes shoot open when I've barely touched her. Her eyes dart around the room at first and it takes me to quietly reassure her where she is to calm her down.
She sits up rubbing her eyes before looking up at me. "Sorry." She apologizes so softly that I almost don't hear her. She always seems so on guard and defensive, this is the first time since I've met her that she looks so timid.
"Don't apologize." I surprise myself by how soft my voice comes out. "You did nothin' wrong." She doesn't respond, leaning against the cot and staring down at her lap where she plays with her hands. I sit next to her, and the room grows quiet once more, apart from David's heavy breathing on the other side of it.
Minutes pass in silence and I almost jump when I feel pressure on my shoulder, looking down to see y/n's head resting on my shoulder and her eyes drift shut. I don't move for what feels like an eternity, barely breathing from not wanting to wake her. Eventually, I carefully move her from my shoulder, laying her back down on the makeshift bed.
I go to get up, but I'm stopped when I feel her hand softly grip my shirt. I could easily just remove it and get up, but I don't. Instead, I find myself lying down next to her even when my mind screams at me to stop.
I hold her while she sleeps, fully intending on getting up in a few minutes, but my eyes drift shut and I fall asleep next to her. When I wake up a couple of hours later, I force myself to let go of her, slowly removing her from my arms and going back to the other side of the room, ignoring the growing part of me that wants to go back to her.
~
Noises in the other room pull me back to the present. I step back from the sink and let out a breath in an attempt to find my composure before walking back into the main area.
Y/n is sitting up in bed, looking around in confusion when I walk in and I'm quick to go sit on the edge of the bed next to her. "Hey, it's okay." My voice is soft but she flinches away from me causing a slight frown to appear on my face.
Her eyes keep darting around the room not recognizing the place and before I can say anything else, she's pushing away from me and squeezing her eyes shut. Her breathing grows heavier and I keep my voice quiet still trying to talk to her but it doesn't seem to be working.
She starts mumbling under her breath and I have to lean closer to understand her. "-not real, it's not real, it's not real." Her words come out quiet but fast and I have to pry her hands away from her face to get her to look at me.
"Hey, look at me." I'm half expecting her to pull away again, but this time she looks up at me as if wanting to believe that I am real. "You're okay," I continue trying to calm her racing heart while placing her hand on my chest to let her feel my heartbeat that started to speed up as soon as I saw her in distress.
"Frank?" She speaks so softly that it takes me a couple of seconds to grasp that she said something.
"Yeah, it's me." Her guard seems to have been let down completely when I feel her arms wrap around my shoulders and her face bury in my neck. I tense only briefly before I'm holding her closer to me. "You're okay... you're okay." At this point, I don't know if I'm talking to her or myself, but I feel her slowly fall asleep in my arms and this time I don't let go.
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summary: frank finds and rescues you from the lab
pairing: frank castle x reader
warnings: blood, guns, anxiety, language
word count: 0.8k
I don't know how long I've been here. I can barely focus on my surroundings as it is, let alone keep track of the time.
I'm unable to lift my head more than a couple of inches before it's falling back down, forcing me to stare at my lap and the ground. There's a faint ringing in my ears, and I can't be sure if it's just in my head or not.
They've kept me in this room hooked up for the entire time, electricity continuously flowing through me, not giving me any chance to escape.
I've blacked out a countless number of times, and it isn't long before my vision starts darkening again and I fall into complete darkness.
~
When I wake up, I'm no longer in the same room. I squint my eyes, groaning weakly at the bright light that blinds me. It isn't until I see movement in the corner of my eye that I realize I'm not alone.
Panic sets in, and I try to move any part of my body, but everything's numb, and I don't have complete control over my movements. I'm only able to move my arm enough to knock something off the tray beside me, causing the person to grab my arm and force it into the binds attached to the table.
I get a clearer view of the person above me, the same white coat and mask over their mouth that I've seen countless times before. This time, however, it makes me panic further. I find the strength to push myself halfway up from the table I'm on, but it doesn't last long until the electricity is back and I'm falling back down onto the table as the person restrains my other wrist.
My vision is rapidly fading again as I stare up at the spinning ceiling above me before I'm plunged into darkness once again.
~
When I wake again, everything's dark. Panic sets in for a few seconds, and I blink rapidly, trying to focus more. It isn't until the room flashes red that I realize it actually is dark in the room and the blinding lights from earlier are off.
I try to move again, but I'm still strapped to the table I'm on, not able to freely move my limbs. I can still feel the remnants of the electricity inside me that's quickly draining whatever energy I have.
It isn't until I focus on my surroundings more that I hear the gunshots and fighting out in the hallway. The door to the room is opened, and a scientist rushes into the room, immediately releasing me from the binds and attempting to drag me out of the room. They're not able to get me far when I get enough energy to push myself away from them, falling to the ground.
I can see the annoyance on their face through the red lights that are still flashing periodically in the room, but as they go to grab me again, the door to the room is slamming open and a single gunshot rings out. The scientist falls to the ground instantly, blood beginning to pool out from their head.
I struggle to push my body back but am met with Frank's worried face trying to stop me. "Fuck, sweetheart, what'd they do to you?" His voice is muffled as my brain tries to focus correctly, but everything is spinning around me. He picks my limp body up into his arms and walks out the door.
The sounds of fighting are heard in the hallway as Frank carries me through. I can hear his voice speaking, but nothing is coherent from the muffle in my ears.
He brings me further down the hallway to get to the exit, passing by countless bodies on the ground on the way. I can feel my vision fading as I struggle to stay conscious. My hearing is still muffled, only able to hear parts of conversations that Frank's having with someone.
"Frank, don't—" A gunshot rings out from the gun in Frank's hand, cutting the other person off as he holds my body to his chest, storming through endless hallways to the exit.
I only know we're out of the building by the feeling of wind on my arms, my eyes unable to stay open long enough to know what's happening around me. I'm placed in the back of the van on a soft blanket as Frank appears above me again, but I still can't process what he's saying.
"...hear me?" I'm unable to respond as my eyes drift shut once again, and when I open them again, Frank is in the driver's seat, no longer above me. I continue to hear pieces of a conversation, but none of it registers in my head as I fade in and out of consciousness.
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summary: frank finds out you and david are missing and makes it his mission to try and find you
pairing: frank castle x reader
warnings: language, blood, guns, sad/frustrated frank
word count: 1.6k
𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌
Trusting someone never comes easily to me these days. I'm trying to rationalize my distrust in Allison from her working in the lab, but the more I saw how shaken up and jumpy she was, I don't know if she's as much of a threat as my mind is playing her out to be.
She was apparently clueless about everything being done in the lab, and I find it hard to believe from how much was being done, but I know from experience what people manage to hide from anyone they don't want knowing about it.
She still wasn't allowed to come back to the bunker with me; she was simply given a number to contact me if need be before heading back on my own. She looked like she wanted to argue, but I didn't give her a chance to before I was walking away from her.
"Tell me what you know." Allison hesitates for a moment, flinching when I press the gun to her upper back. Her hands are nervously fiddling in her lap as I casually lean back against the bench, making it look like a casual conversation to anyone who might pass.
"I-I didn't know the full truth, I swear... there were gaps, and I couldn't bring myself to ask questions." My jaw tightens.
"No, you just let it keep happenin'" She flinches again, at the weight of my words or the gun still pressed to her, I don't know.
"I-I know it was wrong, I know." Her voice cracks and tears pool in her eyes, but none fall. "I needed the money; my mom was in the hospital, I was desperate, I didn't know what I was getting myself into at the time, and by the time I knew something was off, I was trapped."
I scoff, looking to the other end of the park as she wipes a tear off her face.
"How much do you know?" I speak after a minute of silence. She swallows before answering.
"Before I left, I went further into the system than I'm allowed to... I found all the documents of the experiments, everything they've been doing for decades." She takes a shuddering breath before continuing. "They have lists of all their experiments, and they hardly ever succeed. There was only one case of the experiment succeeding... the rest turned into these creatures—"
"Creatures?" I cut her off, turning to look at her again. She swallows, nodding her head.
"The experiments were too much for many to handle; their skin and eyes started shifting, becoming more and more inhuman every day, but they never stopped the experiments, even after the transformations."
I finally make it back to the bunker, and all previous thoughts in my mind vanish once I walk up to the door to the bunker and see the door splintered and the lock on the ground in front of it. My hand instinctively finds the pistol tucked into my jeans, holding it ready for a fight as I further push open the door.
The first thing I notice is the broken furniture and knocked-over equipment, along with papers scattered everywhere. Then my gaze finds the blood splattered on the ground, and my body tenses. Pools of blood lay further in, and all I hope is that none of it belongs to y/n or David.
My eyes scan the room desperately looking for any sign of life, but all I find is more blood and smashed furniture. Mostly everything at David's computer setup is smashed or taken; none of the left screen is able to turn on to give me even a clue of who did this, even if I did have a very good guess who it was.
All the weapons that were stored are gone, and it takes everything inside me not to completely lose it. My brain is too scattered for me to think clearly, which is what I have to do in this moment. Dammit. I need to focus, but all my mind keeps going to is the thought of her back in that torturous prison she just escaped from, and that doesn't calm the beating of my heart and the tightness in my chest. It's happening again; I'm losing people I care about, like anyone around me just drops dead or disappears in an instant, like a goddamn curse I can't get rid of.
I was starting to drop the high walls I've built around myself, and this is how the universe pays me? I'd laugh at this like some sick joke, but I'm afraid I'll lose it completely if I don't at least try to get my mind in order.
I'm about to lose it completely, not able to find anything of use, when I catch a glimpse of something under the desk.
I bend down, reaching out to find a small flash drive taped to the inside of the desk leg.
I'm pounding on the door in front of me until my hand screams at me to stop. The door opens, and Allison's startled face appears behind the door as it opens. I push past her into the room without a word.
The room smells stagnant, and there are cracks in the walls, but it's the least of my worries at the moment. I wasn't planning on coming here when she casually said the motel she was staying at, and it seems she wasn't expecting me to show up either, as she closes the door after briefly looking outside for anyone. She didn't tell me the exact room, but it wasn't hard to find out which one it was since she checked in under the name Allison, which wasn't the smartest move if you're on the run, but right now there's one focus on my mind.
She has a laptop on the side table, and I throw it on the bed, slamming the flash drive where the laptop was before looking towards her. "Put it in." She opens her mouth to say something but closes it after a couple of seconds after seeing the look on my face.
She walks over to the bed I threw the laptop on and opens it, reaching for the flash drive with shaky hands as she plugs it in. I step closer, tilting the laptop towards me, causing her to jump slightly.
There's one file on it that I'm quick to open. The screen turns black before an image of the inside of the bunker pops up. There's a tense silence in the room while the video loads, and Allison looks like she's about to jump up from the bed before the video starts to play.
My eyes remain locked onto the screen as the video starts. Everything's fine at first, David and y/n talking over the counter in the kitchen, and a part of me wants to know what they're saying, but the scene quickly shifts when David walks away from the counter and the room is filled with men in gear and guns. I tense when y/n suddenly disappears from the screen and David is yanked away from the desk and pushed forcefully to the ground. It isn't long after that when the screen goes black.
It's silent in the room for a few minutes, Allison not daring to move from her position before my gruff voice breaks the silence. "Rewind it." She doesn't argue, leaning forward to replay the video. Once the intruders come on screen again, I tell her to pause it and zoom in. There's an emblem on the sleeve of each of their uniforms that I force her to zoom in on.
"You know what that is?" She hesitates in answering, and I'm quick to draw the gun in my pocket and push it into her side.
"I-It's the symbol for the lab; it's what the guards wear." She's quick to answer. "It's likely they were taken back to the lab."
"I thought the lab was destroyed." She shakes her head at my statement.
"One was, but there are still two more locations that are still operational." My jaw ticks, hand tightening on the gun in my hand. I have to clear my mind again to stop it from wandering off from the main focus right now, which is to figure out where David and y/n were taken.
"You know which one they were taken to?" I ask, my hold still solid on the gun. She shakes her head, looking up at me.
"It could be either one, I'm not sure... One of them is the one I worked at; it was the smaller of the two and didn't have much room. Your best bet is probably the other one."
I turn around to grab a piece of paper and a pen from the side table, throwing them in front of her. "Address." She takes the pen with a shaky hand, writing down the address in messy but legible handwriting.
I take the paper from her and walk to the door. "Wait! You can't go there alone—" she stops her sentence when I turn to look at her. I pause with my hand on the door handle, and she swallows before continuing. "The place is swarming with guards; you'll never be able to get in." I nod, tucking the gun back into my pants.
"I'll manage." I open the door and walk out of the room, leaving her sitting on the bed with the laptop still open in front of her.
She wasn't kidding when she said the place was heavily guarded. Sitting on the rooftop of a building across from the lab, I have a clear view of at least five guards in front of the building as well as two sitting by the gate entrance to get in.
There are even more patrolling around the building, making it extremely difficult to even think about how to get in. I sigh, rubbing a hand over my face, trying to stop myself from just storming in there.
I don't know what else to do as I take out my phone and dial a number, my finger tapping impatiently on the brick below it as I listen to it ring.
There's a pause in the ringing before a voice sounds on the other end. "Frank?"
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summary: you and david are attacked while frank is gone
pairing: frank castle x reader
warnings: guns, blood, gunshot & stab wounds
word count: 1.4k
It's been hours since Frank left, and I'm left twiddling my thumbs wondering when he's coming back and if he's okay. David eventually convinces me to move from my spot staring at the surveillance camera when he sets down a plate of food on the counter for me. I don't bother asking what it is as I sit at the counter, biting into it.
Frank wanted me to get used to eating different types of food since I haven't had anything but bread my entire life and has been introducing new kinds to me slowly with each meal. I've been interested to learn the different kinds of food with every meal, but right now I can't bring myself to care as I chew whatever's in my mouth.
David sits across from me with his own plate, looking at me as I eat. "What?" I ask, finding him staring at me. He shakes his head, dropping his gaze to the plate in front of him.
"Nothing, just didn't think I'd see the day Frank gets this close to someone." I crease my eyebrows.
"What do you mean?" I look at him questioningly. David sighs, picking at the food on his plate.
"I haven't known Frank for that long, but I do know he doesn't let people in easily, especially the way he's let you in."
"Let me in?"
"Yeah," he responds, placing his elbow on the counter and resting his cheek on his fist. "With his history... it's a miracle he's beginning to let someone in again." I look back down at my plate, processing his words. Frank told me about his family, but I didn't think about how that would affect how he acts.
It's quiet for a few moments before David speaks again. "You don't have to process it all at once; I know it's a lot."
"There's just so much that I don't know." I say, never having figured that there was so much more to the outside world than I thought. David opens his mouth to say something when a beeping is heard from David's computer. David gets up, making his way over to his computer as I get up from my own seat, hoping that Frank is back.
My hope quickly disappears when the door to the bunker is busted open and several people in uniforms with guns quickly start barging in. I feel my heart leap in my chest, not expecting the sudden intrusion as I run from where I am at the counter to where Frank's bag is.
However, I'm not able to get to it in time before it's being hauled up and inspected by one of the intruders. I freeze when I make direct eye contact with them, bracing myself for a fight, but soon, they walk away from where I am, taking the bag with them. They can't see me.
My mind reels with what I can do since they can see when I notice David kneeling on the ground in front of them with blood dripping down his face and multiple guns aimed at him. My heart pounds at the severity of the situation, trying to think of something.
"Where is she?" One of them roughly asks David in a deep voice, their gun trained directly at him.
"I'm telling you this in all honesty; I don't know." David speaks back, spitting blood out from his mouth to land on the floor in front of him. My eyes quickly survey the room, contents being spilled all over the floor and being destroyed as the place is turned upside down. I find a knife on the ground that had fallen from all the commotion and look back to David, knowing it's my only option in the moment.
I walk towards the knife, trying to make my footsteps as quiet as possible as I approach a group of them going through things on a desk. I slowly bend down to reach for the knife by the leg of the desk. My fingers brush across the handle, just able to get it before one of the people steps to the side, causing me to have to move back quickly, almost losing my balance in the process.
I hold my breath hoping they didn't notice anything, and luckily they still seem occupied with the things on the desk, but one glance back at David and I know I have to do something quick. I quickly make my way to where David is, the person in front of him getting more impatient as time goes on, his gun now being pushed into David's forehead.
I do the only thing I can think of in the moment, quickly grabbing the gun and forcefully pushing it away from David and jamming the knife into the intruder's thigh. He screams out in pain, finger pulling the trigger of the gun in his hand, the bullet ending up lodged in his partner's leg, both of them falling to the ground.
I move fast, grabbing the gun from him easily, adjusting to it, and shooting the people around David before they get the chance to do anything. The other people in the room start shooting their guns, and I slide in front of David, the bullets stopping short and falling in front of me. I spray the gun into them, all of them dropping to the ground in pools of blood.
When I'm sure all of them are either dead or on the brink of it, I turn around to help David up. "C'mon," I grunt, bracing most of his weight on me while keeping the gun strapped to me. Droplets of blood drip on the ground from his face as you drag him towards the exit.
I don't notice the person pushing themself up behind us until it's too late, and I feel the familiar feeling of electricity coursing through me from my side. I scream as shocks flow through my body, dropping David and falling to the ground next to him. The room spins above me, and I see a shadow appear above me before darkness consumes the rest of my vision.
I groan, my eyes fluttering open to a bright room, and I have to squint to get used to the light. My entire body feels numb as I try to move, but my arms and legs are stuck in place, and it takes all my energy just to lift my head.
All I see is white when I look around; white walls surround me, causing me to try and move again, but I don't know if any of my limbs are even moving. My arms are strapped down to the chair I'm in, my legs in the same boat.
The memories of what happened flood to mind once I stop trying to free myself. "David?" I try to call out, but my voice is barely there, and I end up in a fit of coughs, wincing from the pressure.
The door to the room that I hadn't noticed before slides open, and a person in all-too-familiar clothing walks in. The white coat, the black shoes, the neutral expression—it's all I've ever known for years.
They say nothing as they observe me writing in the notebook they have. "Where is David?" My voice feels like I've swallowed concrete, but I force the words out anyway. "What did you do to him?" The scientist walks around the chair I'm in, still writing notes down. "What are you doing?" I try again, forcing the tears down from intense burning in my throat.
My questions remain unanswered as if they can't even hear me. I begin to get agitated from the lack of communication. My hands twitch, and a faint swirl of teal wraps around them. The scientist notices this, writing another thing down before walking to the corner of the room and pressing a button before leaving.
It doesn't take me long to realize what they did when a faint buzzing fills the room from the corner they were just in. "No, please," I cough again before sparks start flowing from the wall to the chair I'm in, slowly moving to cover the restraints I'm trapped in. There's no use in trying to get away, but I try anyway, weakly struggling against the restraints, but the electricity reaches me anyway.
The numbness in my body doesn't matter as pain still sears through me, enough for black dots to fill my vision, and everything is dark once more.
a/n: this has been in my inbox for way too long i am so sorry
𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒶 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝒻𝒻
Nat has always been protective of you
she didn't want your upbringing to be the same as hers and she was old enough when you were born to shield you from the life
she'd write to you daily just so you knew she was there for you, even if she wasn't physically with you
because of being sent away, you don't get the same training that she has, being completely out of combat and danger
she eventually lets you come live with her at the compound, mainly because she wants to be able to bond with you
you quickly realize how strong she really is watching her train
one day you ask her to train you and she immediately refuses
she finally caves weeks later after you make the argument that you at least want to be able to defend yourself if you have to
you can tell that she's going easy on you and you tell her you can take more, but she doesn't listen
as the days pass you feel like you're not getting any stronger
it's when a mission comes up that you ask her if you can come with
you have to fight her on it and she wouldn't have agreed if you didn't remind her of how simple the mission is
she reluctantly let you come along, but not without giving you numerous instructions on what you should do if something happens
everything was going smoothly until some enemies were able to slip past Natasha and get close to the ship where you were
the ship was hidden well enough for them not to have found it right away
you know you should've stayed on the ship or have told Natasha about the threat, but you got overly confident thinking it was only a couple people
you just wanted to make her proud
but it ended up with you on the ground holding your side where blood pooled out from and groaning out to Nat over the coms
she was out where you were in a flash, taking out the enemies before you could blink and at your side
you couldn't help but feel like you let her down, knowing the mission wasn't finished because of you
she came to visit you in the infirmary, a lecture on the tip of her tongue until she saw the look on your face
the tears started falling as soon as you saw her, apologies spilling out of your mouth for ruining the mission
she pulls you into her, hugging you closely to her chest while shushing you softly
she wasn't upset about the mission, only worried about your safety for being so close to losing you
she eventually agreed to train you properly, but it was going to take a while for her to let you out of her sight while on missions
𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓁 𝒟𝒶𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈
you never used to feel like this
but it's after Carol got her powers that you suddenly felt out of the loop
it's worse when she's overprotective of you, not wanting you to do things that could get you hurt
she's always been protective over you since you're younger than her, but it seems to have been amped up ever since she found out just how dangerous the world is
you know she's doing it because she cares about you, but it only makes you want to prove yourself more
you have to convince her to even let you go with her on a mission
she finally caves after you promise to stay outside the whole time to guide her as to not put yourself in immediate danger
however, it all changes when you actually get there
you soon lose connection with her, and though you know she's able to handle herself there's still that part of you that wants to prove that you can do some of the heavy lifting too
you're tired of being treated like you're still a kid and it's how you end up inside the building with a gun you barely know how to use in your hand as your only protection
you go in it fully intending just to find Carol to make sure she's okay, but you run into an enemy before you can get to her
your reflexes are good, but your inexperience with the weapon in your hand is your downfall
you barely graze them in the shoulder with a bullet whereas they shoot their own weapon, leaving you with a bullet lodged in your side
they luckily leave you alone on the ground not doing any more damage than is already done
Carol is alerted of the noise and you soon see her rushing over to you
you can see the worry, confusion, and anger clear on her face as she helps you up
she leaves in the middle of the mission making you feel even worse
she doesn't say anything until a couple days later when you're recovering
you can't help but break down while apologizing, never wanting to have ruined the mission
she's taken aback at first, not expecting it
you don't know if it's the medication or the fact that you could've died but you're suddenly letting out all the insecurities that have been filling your mind
she agrees to let you join in on missions from now on, but you have to agree to take things slow at first, not wanting to rush into things like you did when you got hurt
overall, she's just happy that you're okay and feels bad that you were thinking like you were less than her, because she'll always value your life above hers
𝐿𝑜𝓀𝒾 𝐿𝒶𝓊𝒻𝑒𝓎𝓈𝑜𝓃
tries to stop you from going on the mission, knowing it's well above your skill range
you end up completely ignoring him, and striding right past him like he wasn't there
rolls his eyes and tries to follow you, but you end up calling him out
he gets tired of your behavior and just scoffs and walks away from you, letting you do the mission yourself
the entire mission is you having to fight, with no breaks or room to stop in between
you're determined to keep fighting, needing to know that you can actually do it
ever since you found out Loki was your older sibling, you've been trying to prove yourself to be even a little bit up to par with him
the things Loki is able to do, you know you wouldn't even be able to do half of it
he wipes out groups of people at once and doesn't even break a sweat while doing it; it's like he's not even trying
so you started training to push yourself harder and longer in order to try to 'keep up'
you just want to prove to yourself, and everyone that you're good enough
Loki never wanted you to feel like you had to prove your worth
he realized what you were doing pretty quickly, but you're stubborn and didn't listen to him when he told you to stop, or when he tried to drag you away to do different things
you soon get too exhausted to focus completely and end up missing the enemy coming up behind you
a searing pain in your side forces your mind back to the mission at hand
you make quick work of the person, as well as all the other ones you needed to in order to complete the mission
everything's going fine until the adrenaline wears off and the pain in your side goes up tenfold
it takes you double the time it usually would for you to get back, your body shutting down more and more before you're practically dragging your body along
Loki soon regrets his decision of not going on the mission with you when it's hours past the time you're supposed to be back, and there's no sign of you
breathes out a sigh of relief when he finally sees you come back
the relief is short lived however, when he sees you barely being able to walk with blood soaking through your uniform
he's quick to help you to the infirmary, mind racing with thoughts
he hates that he put you in this spot because he knows exactly what it feels like
he's determined to help you through it, even if you're going to be tough to work with
just doesn't want you to feel like you have to be someone else, and wants you to live the life you want, with the person you are
luckily, you're injuries aren't that severe and you're able to be released a day later
you try to insist that you're fine, and try to get cleared for more missions as soon as you're out
Loki has to actively prevent you from doing anything the next week in order for you to heal completely
and you definitely don't make it easy
every time you try to go out to do something, he either follows you or prevents you from going
eventually you get annoyed and end up snapping at him hovering all the time
"i wouldn't have to hover if i could trust you won't go out and do something stupid"
Loki also finds himself getting annoyed, tired of your reckless behavior and no want to change it any time soon
"i don't need your help"
you know you're being stubborn as hell, but you can't help but still feel yourself as less than the literal god in front of you
Loki sighs, knowing it's going to be a lot harder to get you to stop the recklessness and know the limits of your abolities
he doesn't want you to hurt yourself trying to prove something that doesn't need to be proven
he knows you're capable of great things, just as he is and doesn't want you to keep comparing yourself
it'll only just hurt you more in the long run
he's going to help you overcome it in the long run
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a/n: i apologize severely for how long this took to get out but i decided to change it up a lil and write in frank's pov for the first time so i hope you enjoy<3
summary: you find out who the woman at the door is and what she wants
pairing: frank castle x reader
warnings: protective frank, guns, mentions of torture, language, frank's pov is def more aggressive, i know nothing about guns
word count: 1.4k
𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌
I'm immediately on high alert as soon as I see the unidentified woman at the door, sliding the pistol I keep on me out and into my hand, but before I can do anything else, I'm stopped by David putting up a hand to stop me, and I have to stop the eye roll. I watch as David presses a button on his keyboard, causing a low beep to be heard throughout the room.
"This is private property; you need to leave." David speaks out to the woman, and we watch her look around the area before finding the camera set up and looking into it.
"Please, I just want to talk." She speaks in a quiet tone as if scared she'll be overheard.
"Talk about what? Who are you?" David questions as the computer begins a scan on her for information.
"I..." She glances around again before sighing out and looking back at the camera. "My name is Allison. I'm a scientist from the surveillance and research division at S.T.E.A.L.T.H." The computer pulls up a profile at the same time, showing her picture alongside the logo on every single sheet of paper David's managed to get from the network. I tense when I see it, instinctively tightening my hold on the pistol and holding myself back from simply opening the door to put a bullet in her head just for saying she's one of the assholes that works there. "I'm not here for a fight; I just want to help." The woman speaks up again after a couple of seconds of tense silence go by.
The woman looks more and more nervous as she stands there, constantly turning her head and picking at her fingernails. I move to pull David's finger off the button that allows her to hear us speaking.
"There is no chance in hell we are lettin' her in here." I speak in a low tone as if she's still able to hear us. "How did she find this place?"
David shrugs, just as lost as I am about the situation. "I don't know, but maybe we should at least hear her out?" David questions, and I look at him like he's lost his mind.
"I'm not saying to let her in." David quickly adds, seeing the look on my face. "There's nothing in this file saying she shouldn't be trusted, and everything she's said so far turns out." He says, motioning to the screen with the photo of her ID still up. "She's practically shaking like a leaf out there; it won't hurt just to listen to her."
I look at him, thinking for a moment before I glance over at y/n, who's just staring at the computer screen. "Fine." I mutter out eventually. "But you're stayin' here." I continue, pointing at y/n.
"What? Why?" She exclaims, finally tearing her gaze away from the screen to look at me.
"'Cause I don't need her seein' you." It's the only explanation I give as I start walking towards the door.
"But—" She tries to speak again, but I interrupt her immediately.
"You're stayin'." My tone is more affirmative than I expect as I turn to look at her. I feel my jaw clench, fighting the urge to tie her to a chair just so she would stay safely inside. I try to convince myself that it's more for our safety than hers, but I'd just be lying to myself. I don't care if I'm hunted to the ends of the earth; they can chase me to their heart's content, but I'll be damned if that woman has to go through any more of the sick and twisted torture that she was forced to endure.
I shake my head, checking the gun to make sure it wouldn't jam before continuing towards the door. I hear y/n sigh out and turn to see her slumped in a chair next to David. I push away the warmth in my chest at the sight before turning back towards the front door to finally push it open.
The woman backs up a few steps as I walk outside. I stop just outside the door, leaning against the wall and adjusting my grip on the gun, but keeping it at my side as a silent threat if she tries anything.
She's tall even without the heeled boots she has on, but even with her height, she's still shorter than me by a good few inches. She looks like any other stereotypical scientist with her dark hair pulled into a messy bun atop her head and framed glasses perched on her nose as she nervously stares up at me.
"How did you find this place?" I ask out gruffly, impatiently waiting for an answer.
"I—I'm in charge of surveillance—"
"You said that already." I say cutting her off. "Get to the point." She visibly swallows, nodding her head, looking more nervous than before. Good.
"I was tasked with tracking a weapon that was considered stolen from the base. I didn't..." she pauses, pushing her glasses up and shaking her head. "I didn't think the weapon was a person... I..." She looks around again, growing more nervous the longer they stand out there. "Is there a chance we can go inside—"
"No." I speak quickly, not giving her a chance to say the rest of what she wanted to. She's taken aback by the tone in my voice, but there isn't a chance in hell I'm allowing her inside where y/n is.
"We talk out here, or you leave." The woman hesitates at his words.
"Can we at least go elsewhere?" She asks, adjusting her glasses. I sigh, glancing up in the corner where the camera is, knowing the two inside are watching the exchange. I motion for her to walk with the pistol in my hand, causing her to jump slightly and turn around to start walking.
I keep the gun trained on her lower back as a silent threat if she tries anything. We both pause when the sound of a door opening behind them sounds. My jaw clenches seeing y/n walk out, my grip on the pistol tightening.
"Go back inside." She ignores me, walking up to where we are, and I stop her from getting any further, putting a hand on her shoulder. She stops, finally tearing her gaze from the scientist to look up at me.
"I just want to talk to her." She says, going to push past me as if that would be enough for me to let her pass. It's not.
"That's what I'm goin' to do, just go back inside." I give her a look, trying to silently communicate just to listen to me for now. The gun in my hand is being aimed at the scientist, even with my back turned to her so she won't try anything as I try to get y/n to go back.
"But I just—" she tries to argue back, but I won't let her right now.
"y/n." I get out forcefully, tone lowering as I keep eye contact with her. I can see the scientist move slightly in my peripheral, causing me to snap my head back at her, raising the gun higher. "Uh-uh, eyes on the ground." I command after seeing her try to peer past my body to see y/n. I'm still not completely sure about her involvement in the experiments on y/n yet and have no intentions of letting her anywhere near her right now; the fact that she even saw y/n and now knows she's here is enough for me to flip out.
When y/n makes no move to go back inside, I make my own decision. I grip the scientist's upper arm and pull her to where I know the camera outside the door can see her before going back over to y/n. She opens her mouth to say something but isn't able to get it out before I'm bending down and hoisting her over my shoulder.
"Frank! What the fuck?!" She exclaims, trying to get out of my hold, but she's unsuccessful as I carry her back into the door of the bunker.
I set her down in the chair next to David, who's seen the whole exchange from the camera, the scientist still in view of the camera looking even more nervous than before.
"Stay here." I speak, looking at y/n, who's looking at me like I've grown an extra head. I don't give her a chance to respond before I'm turning back towards the door, glancing over at David before leaving again.
"Let's go," I say gruffly to the scientist as I walk back outside towards her, brandishing the gun again. She jumps slightly at my sudden presence but is forced to walk with me as we head on our way.
❝It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was only supposed to be a simple job: get the shit he needs and get out, but of course, the universe had other plans for him.❞
pairing: detective!frank x gn!reader
warnings: big angst, mild language, fake relationship (one sided), crying, grammar might be weird sorry
word count: 1.9k
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It's been months since the wedding, and Frank is still as lost as ever trying to figure out what your father is trying to hide. All his accounts are so secure that he thought marrying you would have made them easier to gain access to, but all he's finding out is everything is just as hard as it was before he met you.
There's a knock on his office door, causing him to quickly hide the page he was on, landing on a random Excel sheet with random numbers that had absolutely no meaning. You walk in the door with a small smile after he answers the knock, holding a plate of food in your hand.
"Sorry to interrupt." You speak, taking a few more steps into the room. "I just thought you might be hungry." Frank glances at the time, realizing it's well into the afternoon. Where did the time go? He watches as the plate is placed down next to him on the desk, and he mutters a small thanks at the gesture.
You give him another smile, leaning down to give him a quick peck on the lips before leaving the room, not wanting to disturb him any further. He doesn't move for several minutes, even after you're already long gone. He can still feel the remnants of your lips on his, giving him so much love and emotion while his are almost emotionless. For him anyway. He's been doing this for years, and as time passed, he got better at playing the role his job told him to, including forcing fake emotions to come to the surface whenever they're needed.
He didn't ask to start a relationship with someone against his free will, and he certainly didn't ask to get married hardly two months into the "relationship". He knew it was moving fast, and he knew it was what had to be done to get the information he needed and dip as fast as possible. However, that part is still in the works, not having thought it would take more than five months for him to get everything.
Guilt is threatening to eat him alive every day he has to stay in this fake world he was forced into. You look at him with so much love and admiration; it sometimes takes everything in him to not break and tell you everything right then and there. For all you know, this is a completely real relationship with a loving husband, no matter how quickly it came to be. You were shocked the night he proposed to you, and it wasn't until a week later that he got an answer from you at all. During the time, Frank thought he blew his shot immediately, being too focused on getting the job done quickly that he began to think he failed it before he was able to get any information he needed from it.
He still remembers your smile when you finally said yes, and he slipped the ring onto your finger. The same ring that he still feels the touch from when you cupped his cheek only moments ago. The coolness he felt from it practically taunts him as he turns back to the computer.
He minimizes the Excel sheet, clicking back on the other window with countless tabs open on bank statements and credit card information. He has all of your information right at his fingertips; the issue is, it's not your information that's needed.
He's talked to you about your dad before, but most of the conversations left him at a dead end and back to where he started from. You were never close with your dad, with him having hardly any fatherly bones in his body. Some of the stories you've told him got him angry on your behalf because what kind of man would do that to his kid? What type of man would pursue a fake relationship with someone just to get information on a parent?
Frank lets out a deep sigh, his eyes finding the sandwich you left him, reaching out to grab it. He takes a tentative bite, the flavors blending together nicely, but it all leaves a bitterness in his mouth from the guilt that won't go away. He downs the rest of his coffee, placing the cup down on the desk so impactfully that the thud echoes loudly in the room.
He sits still for so long, the only sound in the room coming from the low tick of the clock on the wall and the quiet hum of the laptop in front of him. Every little thing feels like it's out to get him in that moment, the bank statements on screen, loudly portraying his betrayal, the gold band on his finger that mocks him with a small glint in the corner of his eye every time the light in the room hits it the right way; it's like he can't stop the web of lies he's woven himself into.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was only supposed to be a simple job: get the shit he needs and get out, but of course, the universe had other plans for him. He wants to act cold and distant towards you, but he knows he wouldn't be able to handle seeing the hurt on your face. Ironic, isn't it? Since the same hurt look is going to be on your face regardless because the truth is bound to come out. He just has to finish the job.
The sun in the sky is beginning to lower on the horizon by the time he feels completely mentally and physically exhausted. He closes the documents on the computer, yet another day of not finding anything that would be even close to the things he would need to send your dad off to prison and his job to be officially over.
He stands up to stretch his limbs from sitting all day, rubbing his eyes before making his way out of the office, flipping off the light as he leaves. He walks into the bedroom to find the bathroom door cracked open and the shadow of you moving around getting ready for bed. He has your routine down by now from the months you've spent married to each other. You'll settle down early in the evening to spend the rest of it curled up in bed watching TV or scrolling aimlessly on your phone.
You step out of the bathroom in your pajamas, your eyes brightening when you see him in the room, immediately going to wrap your arms around him. He hugs you back, staring straight at the wall behind you, the warmth from your body doing nothing to stop the icy, empty feeling inside of him.
He usually puts up a front so you don't notice his lack of much of a response, and he's good at it for the most part, unless it's times like these where he feels himself slowly deteriorating.
"You okay?" You ask him after pulling back from his body slightly to be able to see the look on his face.
"Yeah," his tone is more gruff than he planned it, causing him to clear his throat slightly. "Just a long day." He says, grabbing your hand with a small, forced smile on his face.
"Hm, okay," you speak quietly, figuring it's something more, but not wanting to push him, not realizing how much more it really is. "Come lay with me." You say, stepping back with his hand still in yours, stretching his arm out slightly towards you.
"In a bit," Frank says, gently releasing your hand. "Gonna go shower real quick." You tell him to hurry back as he walks into the bathroom, hearing the sound of you jumping onto the bed before he shuts the door completely. He quietly flips the lock on the handle, needing a minute to breathe without the threat of you walking in and figuring out something is severely wrong.
He walks over to turn on the shower but makes no move to get in yet, instead leaning forward against the counter in the bathroom, pressing his palms into the cold marble beneath him. He closes his eyes, hanging his head down and taking a deep breath. Today has hit him harder than any other has, and he's feeling everything all at once, his chest feeling extremely heavy.
Eventually, he opens his eyes, looking up at himself through the mirror in front of him, not noticing who the person is staring back at him. He still looks relatively the same as he did a few months ago; his eyes just seem more sunken in, from stress or lack of sleep, he doesn't know; he's betting probably a mix of both. But he stares deeper, deeper into himself, trying to find any piece of him that's still alive.
He looks as if he's trying to stare into his soul, trying to find anything that's still there under all the darkness, but the hint of light that's still there is burning out fast. Soon, there'll be nothing left.
Frank wipes the involuntary tear that falls down his cheek before standing up straight and taking one last deep breath before tearing his gaze from the mirror and slowly stripping off his clothes to step into the shower.
You're curled up in bed with the TV on when Frank emerges from the bathroom. If you notice he was in there for more than half an hour, you don't say anything, just making room for him to get into bed alongside you.
That night, he doesn't sleep, or any of the nights that entire week for that matter. He stares up at the ceiling, feeling your soft breaths on his neck, his own body feeling foreign to him as he lies there with your sleeping body tucked under his arm.
He puts all his efforts into finishing the job, not able to handle any more of this. It makes him feel even worse when you're so understanding of how much work he needs to do. On the days you're home, you always make sure to bring him food, and when you aren't, you leave easily prepared food in the fridge for him, texting him as a reminder to eat it. You were being a good and loving spouse, and he was the asshole who's been using you throughout all of it.
The next week goes by, and he's finally done it. He's managed to get everything he needed to take down your father. It all happens so quickly. The phone call to his employer, the packing... the signed divorce papers left on the kitchen table, it all happens in a blur. Before he knows it, he's at the motel given to him for the time being until his flight the next day.
It's when the first voicemail comes that he starts crumbling to pieces. You sound so sad and confused, and it makes him feel even worse. The voicemails get worse the more he listens to them, unable to stop himself from clicking on them, listening to your emotional wreck over the phone as if this is his way of punishing himself for being the one who put you in this state. It's the end of the fourth voicemail when he starts breaking down himself, wishing he could just apologize for everything, but he knows it wouldn't make a difference for what he did.
His tears drip down to his jeans, his phone dropping to the ground, not having the strength to hold onto it anymore. His fingers find the now-empty finger where the wedding band used to be, causing the tears to fall harder.
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a/n: i would like to apologize that this chapter has taken so long i have been working mainly on fics on my side blog atm and am trying to juggle this story and the other fics i'm writing so please bear with me 🙏🏼 i hope people still enjoy reading the story and that you enjoy the chapter<3
summary: you have to cut off your power usage and a visitor shows up on the bunker's doorstep
pairing: frank castle x reader
warnings: frank is upsetti spaghetti, mention of blood and dead bodies, reader and frank have another moment ‼️(they were cock blocked again smh), mild language, smidge cliffhanger ending (sorry)
word count: 1.2k
“How the hell did they know where we were?” I hear Frank’s booming voice from the bathroom where I’m washing off all the blood. He doesn’t give me much of a choice when we get back to the bunker, immediately ushering me into the bathroom to get cleaned up, even though he looks to be in worse condition than I am.
He tries to inspect my injuries, but I push the first aid kit into his arms so he can tend to his own wounds and not worry about mine. I’ve been washing off in the sink, watching the red-colored water swirl down the drain. Most of the blood on me isn’t mine; it’s from others that I need to scrub off.
I quickly rinse off the blood and change into the clothes Frank left outside the door before leaving the bathroom. It’s easy to find where the two men are in the bunker, given its size, and also where the loud talking continues.
As soon as Frank sees me walk into the room, he’s in front of me, tilting my chin up to inspect the cut. “Frank, I’m fine.” I try to tilt my head away, but his grip is firm, not letting me move as he examines my chin.
He doesn’t let go until he’s sure I’m not badly hurt, then walks back to where David is sitting at his desk. Wrappers and bandages from the first aid kit are scattered over the desk where Frank hastily patched up his injuries.
“The bracelet she has only prevents large amounts of waves from being sent into the air at one time, making it almost impossible to track—emphasis on almost. They’re apparently very persistent,” David explains, sighing.
“So my best chance is to just not use them?” I ask, uncertain about the situation since many of the men who came are either still bleeding out at the house or dead.
“Right now, I think it’s best if they’re only used when absolutely necessary.” I understand his point, but it makes me uneasy not being able to fully control them or work on them. How can I ensure they’ll work when I really need them?
“You can still practice with them, just not so much at one time,” David says, as if reading my thoughts. I nod slowly, slightly disappointed that I won’t have any more full-on training sessions with Frank anytime soon.
“C’mere,” Frank says, grabbing a couple of papers from the desk and motioning for me to follow him to the back of the bunker.
“Yeah, just leave me with the mess,” David calls out as Frank walks away, not receiving a response.
Frank sits down on the ground, knowing I’m more comfortable there than on the benches or chairs. I’ve told him many times that he doesn’t have to sit on the ground with me if he’d prefer the chairs, but he brushes me off every time.
He places the papers in front of him as I sit down next to him, wondering what this is about. He gives me a reassuring smile and slides the paper closer so I can see it.
There’s a list of words on it, each color-coded. “This is the list of the powers that were put into the system. They were all a different color for some reason, so we wrote them down as listed,” Frank explains. I reach out to pick up the sheet and survey it.
I skim over the list, focusing more on the colors than trying to make sense of it. However, I can't help but notice the word “time” a couple of times. My eyebrows crease as I attempt to figure out what it means. “What is it?” Frank gently asks from next to me.
I show him the two items I’m looking at. “What do these mean?” He leans in to see where I’m pointing.
“Freeze time and reverse time,” he reads from the paper. “Freezin' time is makin' everythin' around you stop and freeze in place. Reversin' it is going back a few seconds or minutes to an earlier event.” I recall the time in the house when Frank repeated the same thing but didn’t seem to realize it. Was I the reason for that? I glance back at the paper. ‘Freeze time’ has an icy blue color next to it, while ‘reverse time’ has a lighter green color.
“You don’t know what the colors mean?” I look up from the paper, surprised to find that we’ve grown closer, our knees touching as I look at him. He meets my gaze and visibly swallows before clearing his throat.
“Uh, no. They were never really explained in the files…” His voice trails off, and I look at him in confusion.
“Are you okay?” I ask, noticing his distraction.“Frank?” I say again when he doesn't say anything, and he lifts his head to look at me.
“I shouldn’t…” he mutters, sounding conflicted.
“Shouldn’t what?” I respond, but there’s no time to think before he tilts my chin up and presses his lips to mine.
It catches me off guard, and a small gasp escapes me as he moves his lips gently against mine. I feel sparks ignite within me once again, and I slowly start to move my mouth along with his.
A groan escapes his lips when he feels me respond, and he grips my hips, pulling me closer. I find myself resting my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as our mouths continue to move together.
My body tingles as sparks shoot through my arms and into my hands, causing Frank to pull back and look at me. I’m breathing heavily and notice my hands glowing dark red again, and I don’t understand what triggered it.
Instead of pulling fully away, Frank ignores the shocks and leans in to press his lips back against mine. I try to pull my hands away to stop hurting him, but his strong hold keeps me in place.
A noise escapes me as he presses his mouth more firmly against mine, forcing me to push back with equal force. He pulls me into his lap, our bodies pressed close, and I can’t help but wrap my arms around his neck and melt into him.
My body feels like it’s in overdrive, new emotions swirling inside me, making me want to stay close forever. However, the universe has other plans when a knock is heard from the front bunker door.
We break apart, panting for air. I stare at him, confused about what’s happening. His grip loosens, allowing me to slide off his lap.
David’s urgent voice comes from the other side of the bunker, calling us over. I glance at Frank one last time before picking myself up and slowly making my way to David. Frank follows, but I catch him glancing down at the paper left on the ground before he does.
“Do either of you know who this is?” David points to the screen of the camera outside the door. A woman stands there in a long dark coat. There’s something familiar about her, but I can’t quite place it.
hi hello i would like to apologize for my lack of existing here lately. i really have no excuses to give 🤷🏻♀️ anyhoo hopefully i shall be writing again soon, i do have something planned for october so stay tuned possibly? ily all! ty for your patience with me while i attempt to get requests out<33
summary: gf headcanons with marvel women for pride month<3
characters: carol danvers, valkyrie, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, yelena belova, lady loki
reader: f!reader
warnings: yelena's part is bsf hcs instead of gf hcs since she's canonically aroace, there is a nsfw part for each (minus yelena) that will be marked, i think the sexualities are a mix of actual canon and my canon? idk but they're canon to me✌🏼,not proofread, the image of valkyrie should be straight up illegal ty and gn
a/n: happy pride everyone! i decided to celebrate by writing gf headcanons for some of my favorite marvel girls, and somehow i've turned just the sweet hcs they were supposed to be into them also being spicy so there's that lmao i hope you enjoy<33
𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓁 𝒟𝒶𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈
sexuality: bisexual
{SFW}
likes to go out on walks with you in the morning
even if you're not the biggest morning person, she's still dragging you out of bed in order to get outside
gives you piggy back rides back to the house after the walk when you're too tired to walk back
on the occasional occurrence that you're both up before sunrise, you'll sit on the roof together to watch the sun rise in the horizon
you both try camping once and it was going okay until a bear ate all your food in the middle of the night and it started raining shortly after so you had to pack up and go home
really likes the feel of your hand in hers
throughout the time you were in the woods, she wouldn't let go of your hand, even when you were sleeping
if you weren't the adventurous before her, you are when you're with her
keeps a blanket in the car for if you fall asleep while you're both out late
road trips are a must for her
she loves driving around not having a destination in mind and just going until you find something cool
will have dance parties in the living room and compete on who can put together the stupidest outfit
definitely has the drunk karaoke vibes, just saying
{NSFW}
she knows exactly what to do to get you riled up
walks around with tight crop tops and shorts
teases you for being 'needy' when she knows that she's making you that way
makes it her mission to make you so needy that you can't help but grind on her
loves watching you lose control on her
will grab your jaw to force you to look at her
if you try to keep quiet she'll force your mouth open so she can hear your moans
will sit back and watch you squirm around on her lap until you plead for her to help you
you regret saying anything when she looks at you with that smirk on her face moments before she completely wrecks you
kisses the tears away when they roll down your cheeks at how sensitive she's making you
encourages you that you'll be able to do "just one more"
it's never 'just one more'
never pushes you too far, only far enough to where she knows you can take it
loves having you sit on her face so she can feel your body writhe against her
will force your thighs down onto her when you're hesitant to release your entire weight onto her
knows all the right spots to lick and twist her tongue on to get all her favorite reactions out of you
you could suffocate her to death like this and she would die a happy woman
𝒱𝒶𝓁𝓀𝓎𝓇𝒾𝑒
sexuality: bisexual
{SFW}
will be the one to spoil you rotten and get you whatever you want
is a sucker for forehead kisses
whether it's you giving her one or her giving one to you, she just loves how you show affection that way
will fuck anyone up if they try to lay a finger on you
literally if she hears anyone breathe wrongly in your direction, they're getting their ass beat
likes to be the big spoon while cuddling so she can hold you
won't let you leave the bed if you try to get up from her grasp
will tighten the hold she has on you so you're physically not able to get up
you have to tell her that if she doesn't let you go that you will end up peeing on her
even then she's still reluctant to let go of you
all your showers are together
she claims it's to 'save water', but she just wants to be close to you
gives you random massages when she thinks you look like you need them
thinks it's hot if you want to spar with her
she obviously goes easy on you, finding your face cute when you're trying to focus on your moves
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don't be mistaken for you being spoiled to think you can go around and act like a brat though, because you have another thing coming
is the kind of type to be like 'don't ask for it if you can't take it'
once you allow her to be completely off her leash there is quite literally no going back
can and will be a brat tamer if she finds it to be necessary
probably one of the roughest women here on the list
while most of the others are just teases, valkyrie will scramble your brain so much you don't remember either of your names when she's finished
is prone to using a strap on when she plays with you
her all time favorite thing is to watch you take her cock down your throat on your knees while she fucks it into you
thinks you look so pretty on your knees with your mouth stuffed, just taking what she gives you
will push you back onto the wall, lift you up and immediately push her cock all the way into you
knows you'll be able to handle it when she starts pounding you into the wall
loves the way you can't speak at all when she's driving into you, just whimpering and making noises that sound like you're trying to say multiple words jumbled together at once
will make you put a vibrator in and then get ready for the day, just to see how quickly she can make you fall apart without even touching you
it's really not long at all
𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒶 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝒻𝒻
sexuality: bisexual
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will read to you if you can't fall asleep
her voice is just so soothing you end up falling asleep almost instantly every time
wants to be as close to you as possible while you're sleeping
you sometimes wake up to her laying directly on top of you
she can't help that she finds you extremely comfortable
has an entire list of pet names she likes to call you, some of them being completely stupid and unserious
likes to see your reaction when she calls you a new one that's completely horrendous
will have big movie marathons and see who will fall asleep first
loser has to cook breakfast for the winner and deliver it to them in bed in the morning
sometimes she'll feel bad and go help you cook in the morning when she purposely started talking a lot in the soothing tone that always puts you to sleep, ultimately causing you to lose the marathon competition
you'll find her sometimes just staring at you as she rubs her thumb across your cheek
if you ask her what's wrong she'll just shake her head and mutter something about being lucky to have you as she kisses you and cuddles into your arms
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this girl is absolutely obsessed with your boobs
every time she has a chance, she's messing with them in some way
when she comes up behind you she's automatically going up to cup them
at times you have to physically push her away from you because of how sensitive she made them
she could be pounding into you with a strap, and she'll still find the time to lean down and take a nipple into her mouth
if you pull her hair when she goes down on you she'll go absolutely feral
you'll hear her growl into you before she starts sucking on your clit extra hard, and makes obscene noises when slurping up your juices
she likes it when you're loud so she can hear how she's making you feel
will pinch you if you're not making enough noise for her
you've gotten so many complaints from the neighbors this way
thinks your pussy is just the greatest thing in the world
once she starts she finds it hard to stop
it could be hours after she started and you already came a numerous amount of times, but she can't find it in herself to stop
she just thinks you taste so damn good
𝒲𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶 𝑀𝒶𝓍𝒾𝓂𝑜𝒻𝒻
sexuality: bisexual/pansexual
{SFW}
she loves to cook with you
even if you're not the greatest cook she'll have you in the kitchen with her helping with the little things she needs
she just likes to spend time with you and enjoys your company
there are some days when it's relaxing in the kitchen with quiet music on in the background while you two talk
and then there are others when it's complete chaos and you don't know what's going on anymore
those are usually the days when she decides she wants to try a new recipe that she hasn't done before
she also loves to take baths with you
those relaxing moments she has with you where she can let all her stress and worries of the day float away while in a warm bath with you
she loves the feeling of your skin pressed against hers in warm water with bubbles floating next to you
she's content to just sitting there too, not washing yourselves just relaxing her body with the things she feels around her
half the time it ends up with you guys having to shower after anyway
she'll give you random kisses throughout the day, just wanting to let you know that she's there
a lot of the nights are spent cuddling and playing with her hair as you watch movies and late night tv
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most intimate moments between you two are usually unserious
it's filled with giggles and laughter
she just likes to make sure that you're having a good time
you'll have to encourage her to be more rough if you want her to
she's hesitant because she doesn't want to hurt you
she lets herself go slowly over time
she'll be hovering over you, fingers working in and out of you at a steady pace, and she'll place her hand over your throat for leverage
apologizes extensively when she realizes what she did
eyes darken when you tilt your head back and place her hand back over your throat
you learn the feeling of her hand around your throat and rings digging into your skin all too well after that
"you look so pretty wearing my hand like a necklace, baby"
says the filthiest things in your ear to see how much she can make you squirm
will pull you in for a kiss by the neck
you feel her smile into it when she hears you whimper
experiments with more and more things, and eventually you both have a collection of things that you love doing in the bedroom
𝐿𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝐿𝑜𝓀𝒾
sexuality: pansexual/genderfluid
{SFW}
is such a tease
will purposely put things on the highest shelf so you won't be able to reach them easily
comes to 'help' you reach them
lifts the item over her head and won't give it to you unless she gets a kiss for it
thinks it's cute when you pout
loves to distract you from anything you're doing
will hug you from behind and start to pull you back slowly from what you're doing
claims that she's "not doing anything" and feigns innocence when you turn around to give her a look
is a huge fan of PDA
always has an arm around you, or is holding your hand
she just likes to feel you next to her
sometimes you have to push her off you when she's getting a little out of hand in public
is also very protective of you
if someone so much as looks at you in a bad way, she's over there threatening them
you've had to drag her out of many places because of this
you love how she is though, and she knows that
you just hope that you'll be able to stop her from killing anyone
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if you thought she's a big tease normally, she's an even bigger one in the bedroom
has you squirming around desperate for her to do something
she can spend hours just playing with your body and watching how it reacts to things
by now she knows your body like the back of her hand
will have you begging her with tears falling down your face before she actually puts her mouth on you
her tongue is absolutely magical.
can and will spend hours sucking and licking your clit until it's puffy and so sensitive the slightest movement has you jumping away from her
you now have to beg her to stop, and that you can't take it anymore
"i thought you wanted me to do something, baby. now be a good girl and take it."
she doesn't let up easily, and won't stop until all your limbs feel like jelly and you don't know what's right or left anymore
has somewhat of an exhibition kink
will pull you into restaurant bathrooms and alley ways just to see how you behave
puts her hand over your mouth when you're making too much noise as her fingers plunge in and out of you at a rapid pace
"shh honey, don't want the whole restaurant to hear your pretty moans and how good you are for me, do you?"
𝒴𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒶 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒶 {bsf headcanons}
sexuality: aromantic/asexual
you'll never find a dull moment around her
will come to you for the littlest and stupidest things
she called you at 2am once claiming it was an emergency and when you picked up the phone she needed to know if she was in the mood for hot or salty chips
why she needed to call you for that is beyond you
you'll both have sleepovers and stay up all night watching really bad tv and making fun of whenever something dumb happens
will most likely end up on the ground in laughter from anything remotely stupid happening
the entire night is actually just a giggle fest with her
goes to different stores to try on clothes that are definitely not appealing to either of you
makes the stupidest runway show out of it before you're both kicked out from the store
she makes you push her around the grocery store in a shopping cart
will start to grab random things and throw them in the cart with her every chance she gets
she once crashed into the side of an isle when you pushed her too hard causing the things to fall off the shelf and onto her
granted you're banned from your local grocery store, but she didn't seem to mind as she almost peed herself from laughter as we were escorted out of the store by security
she'll ask you the most random questions out of nowhere and half the time they don't even make sense
she's deadly serious about them too, and will wait for your answer every time
even when you're like what are you even talking about, she'll want you to still answer
you'll never find yourself bored with her as a best friend
it's like every day is a completely new adventure with her and you have to wait and see what she's going to bring you to do that day
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a/n: im so sorry this took me so long to get out, i'm gonna try my best to get more chapters out faster from now on. i hope you enjoy<33
summary: while you and frank are still trying to figure out your powers, trouble shows up at the doorstep
pairing: frank castle x reader
warnings: angst, blood, fighting, gun violence, death, trauma, ptsd, language
word count: 3.7k
chapter song: heads will roll - yeah yeah yeahs
The inside of the building looks rundown and abandoned, like no one's been here in a long time. The building isn't huge, just a large room that fills up the main space and a small hallway in the back that doesn't look like it leads to much. It makes me wonder what this was even used for, considering it's completely empty on the inside.
Frank sets the bags down in the middle of the floor, the boards creaking in the process, and looking like they're about to bend in half, making me hesitant to walk around much. Frank doesn't seem as worried about the floor boards as he walks around messing with the bags, his heavy boots thudding on the floor with every step.
I'm more confident in my steps seeing this, and I find myself walking around the area. I can hear the soft tapping of the water outside dripping on the roof, and I find myself glad that it looks to be in better shape than the floor is.
I come across a switch on the wall, with not much of a foundation surrounding it. The inside of the wall can be seen, with various amounts of wires around it. I mindlessly bring my hand up to flip it, wondering what it's for and if lights even work in here at all.
A soft grip on my wrist stops me in my tracks, my fingers barely brushing against the switch. Frank's face comes into view, and I wonder how I didn't hear his footsteps coming up behind me before.
"I wouldn't do that. Don't want you gettin' shocked." I feel my body shudder from the thought of electricity flowing through my body, and I drop my hand back to my side.
"C'mon." He speaks softly and brings me back over to the middle of the room, sitting down a little ways away from where the bags still sit. I sit across from him, making sure to avoid any loose nails in the floor boards.
I watch Frank take out a folded piece of paper and slowly unravel it in front of him. I watch him curiously as his eyes scan over the contents of the paper. He meets my eyes over the top of the paper and smiles at the questioning look on my face.
He lets out a sigh after a few more seconds of looking at whatever is on the paper and folds the paper back up in his hand, crossing his arms over his knees that are tucked up to his chest.
I'm expecting him to tell me what's on the paper that he now holds loosely in his hand as if it's not even there, but I just find his gaze flickering over me.
My eyebrows raise waiting for him to say anything, but after another 30 seconds he still just sits there looking at me with a grin on his face. "Are you going to tell me what's on the paper or are you just gonna stare at me for the rest of the day." I can't help but mimic the grin he has on his face halfway through my sentence.
Frank shakes his head and drops his gaze to the ground. I hear him lightly clear his throat before opening the paper in his hand at a quick glance over.
"'S a list of all the possible powers you could have, 'n the emotions that come with them." His eyes flick up to mine over the top of the paper as if trying to grasp my thoughts. I don't exactly know how I feel about the information that he just told me. How does he know about what powers I have when I don't even know the things I can do? Where did he get that information from? Should I be worried?
Before I'm able to get any of the questions I have, Frank intercepts them. "I know, it's probably weird for you to hear this, but just let me explain." He pauses to look for my reaction, and I silently urge him to continue. "You know it wasn't an accident that I found you on the streets that day. David's been scrounging around the database for weeks before we were able to find you. Ever since you showed up as the "weapon" we've been tracking, David took it upon himself to try and dig deeper." He stops for a moment to take a shuddering breath, and I watch as he clenches his fist, crumpling the paper in the process.
We sit there for a couple seconds in silence, as Frank's intense gaze pierces into the floor he's staring at. I can feel the anger radiating off of him, and lingering in the air, and I find myself just sitting there and waiting for him to continue. Seeing how he's acting makes me start to think that there's more to the story that I don't know. Why would he be so mad at something happening to a complete stranger?
It's not until I see stray tears start to run down his face that I feel the need to intervene. "Frank..." My voice comes out softer than I intended it to, but seeing how affected he is makes my heart clench. I instinctively shift my body closer to his as his teary eyes find mine.
"I saw... all the things they were recordin' down from their experiments. All the things they were doin' to kids 'n I just..." He takes another deep breath, pausing between his words. "I couldn't think about these innocent children goin' through all this pain, and it makes me fuckin' sick to even think that I'm even slightly glad that my kids went out the way they did, and didn't have to go through that shit. I jus-" His voice cracks, stopping him from finishing his sentence.
I'm not sure what to take from the situation, and seeing Frank like this makes me feel like I should try to say something to make him feel better, however blurting out whatever first comes to mind probably isn't the best idea, but my brain isn't fast enough to communicate this to my mouth.
"I mean, it wasn't that bad?" The sentence ending in more of a question than anything makes my face scrunch up as soon as the words leave my mouth. I don't even look at him, keeping my eyes trained to the floor, not wanting to see the look on his face.
All of a sudden I feel a slight breeze float across my body, and I shake my head as if trying to shake it off of me.
"-it makes me fuckin' sick to even think that I'm even slightly glad that my kids went out the way they did, and didn't have to go through-" My head whips up to look at Frank, wondering why he's saying the same thing he already did.
"What?" My voice comes out harsher than it probably should and Frank seems taken aback by my outburst. "I'm sorry I just... I don't understand why you're saying it again?" I gently shake my head in response.
"'M sorry darlin' I don't know what you're talkin' bout." He lets out a breathy laugh at the end of his sentence, with his eyebrows furrowed.
"I-" I cut myself off from saying anything else, wanting to just let the situation go completely. "Sorry, just ignore me, my mind's fucked apparently." He looks like he wants to say something else, but before he does, his gaze quickly flicks to the window next to the door.
Frank brings a finger to his lips, motioning me to be quiet as he gets up from his position and moves towards the window as quietly as he can. I stay where I am, wondering what he's doing, but it becomes apparent when I hear the faint sound of a door closing from the outside.
I feel myself perk up at this, and hear Frank let out a quiet curse after peering through the window. "I need ya to hide, they found us." He motions towards one of the back rooms of the building, and quickly makes his way to the bag that lies in the center of the room.
I hesitate, not wanting to leave Frank alone with them, but it seems he's having none of it when he practically shoves me into the small room in the back, placing a pistol in my hand before hurrying back to the other room.
There's no door to close me in, so I have to squeeze myself into the back, and hope the darkness covers me enough to blend in. Frank got me in the room just in time for me to hear the sound of the front door opening, and a series of heavy footsteps enter the building.
All I'm met with is silence, making me wonder for a minute if everyone somehow left the building and I didn't realize. I jump at the sudden sound of the front door opening again, and I have to try to steady my breathing.
"I believe you have something that's ours." A voice speaks that I find familiar, but can't make out from where.
"I don't know what you're talkin' bout." Frank responds, sounding like he's speaking through gritted teeth. The other person lets out a spine-chilling chuckle before responding.
"You and I both know that's a lie. I vividly remember her lodging a bullet into my side while carrying your unconscious body." The place gets quiet again, and I remember where I heard the voice from. It was the same person I ran into while trying to leave the place to save Frank's life.
The same uneasiness I felt when interacting with him the first time, racks through my body again. "Search the building." The man speaks again and my body freezes hearing multiple footsteps start to walk around. I hear another movement before I try to push myself further into the room.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The voice spoke again and I can only imagine Frank attempting to do something in order to stop the other people from searching the place and evidently finding me.
I know the building isn't large, so it won't take them long to find where I am, but there's nowhere for me to go to without showing myself to the rest of the building, therefore all I can do is try my best to blend into the small room and hope they're dumb enough to leave it alone.
My hope diminishes when I hear a person walk closer to the room I'm in, causing me to grip the pistol in my hand a little tighter. The person walks into the doorway of the room, causing the small amount of light coming from the rest of the building to be covered up, leaving me in complete darkness.
I'm pleading in my head that the person just turns and walks away since they can't see in the room, but apparently luck isn't on my side when I see them bring an object up from their person.
Light suddenly floods my vision, and I squeeze my eyes shut, turning my head to the side to try to shut it out of my vision. My mind is screaming at me to do something, but it's as if I'm frozen in place not able to move my body. I wait for the person to grab me, shout that they found me, do something, but nothing happens.
I slowly open my eyes, the light still focused on the room, and I end up squinting my eyes to try to see past the light. All I see is the shadow of the person holding the light, and the light slowly scans the room, stopping right where I'm standing and my breath catches in my throat.
The person starts to step in the room, light still trained on my exact spot, and I wait once again for them to do something, but nothing happens again. They take a step towards me and I instinctively move to the side, trying to get as much distance as possible. I feel my back press against something, but I pay it no mind as the light goes to the other side of the room, the person spinning with it to look at every corner.
The person eventually walks out of the room, satisfied that nothing was in it, and I let my body slack more against the wall, letting out a breath I was holding. I realize my mistake when I feel a small shock go through me, and I let out a small surprised yelp jumping away from the wall I was at.
The receding steps of the person that was in here stop, and turn to come back to the room I'm in. Shit. I have to think fast, and I glance down to the pistol in my hand, but immediately shove it in the back of my pants, covering it with my shirt. Shooting most likely will lead to everyone else in the building shooting, and I don't know how many people are in the room with Frank, and can't trust he'll be able to get out.
The person shines their light back in the room, and this time I can tell that they can fully see me when they grip my arm and drag me out of the room. I wince at the tight grip they keep on my arm, and they seem to just tighten it more, pushing me into the main room of the building.
There are a line of people with rifles in their hands standing guard in front of the front door, with the man who was doing all the talking in front of them, standing with no weapon, obviously in control of the other people. Frank stands a few feet away from them, his own rifle in his hand, glancing in my direction.
His face remains emotionless as he fixes his gaze back on the man in front of him, who now has a grin on his face, looking at me. "Look what we have here." His grin just gets wider and I feel myself cringe back at it. He keeps talking, but I block it out, trying to think of a way out of this situation.
The person holding me, is only holding one of my arms, making the other one completely free of motion, and didn't check me for any kind of weapon, causing my brain to go to the gun I still had on me. I glance over to Frank and meet his eyes, and he seems to be on the same page as me as he adjusts his grip on the gun ever so slightly that wouldn't be noticeable unless you're actively paying attention to his actions.
The fingers on my free hand twitch slightly, ready for anything and I tell that Frank noticed when I see his own fingers twitch slightly on the gun he holds. I know he's ready for any move I make, and I have to think of the best way to go about this.
I can easily access the gun on me, but first have to get the person's grip off me so I'll have access to move freely. I start to twist the arm that's being held captive, as if trying to break free, but the grip that's on it just grows tighter. I attempt to move my arm again, and my plan works when the person lets out a low growl and leans down to my ear to sneer out an empty threat, but I'm already taking my chance.
I bring my free elbow back and slam it into his jaw, causing him to let out a yelp and fall back away from me dropping my arm in the process. As soon as my elbow makes contact with the person, Frank immediately starts shooting. I put my trust in him covering me as I grab the gun off me, and slam the end of it into the person's head who had a grip on me, not being far away enough to get a clean shot on him.
The person falls to the ground unconscious, and I bring my attention back to the rest of the room. Frank already has almost half of the group on the ground, unconscious or dead I can't tell, but through the short time of me facing away, he moved his body to be in front of mine blocking me the best he could.
I find one person aiming their gun at Frank as he deals with two others and I quickly bring my gun up and shoot. The bullet flies through the person's head, causing them to drop the gun and fall to the ground, joining the pile of bodies already there, including the man with the scar, having too many bullet wounds in his chest to count.
I focus my gaze back to Frank who has one of the men pinned to the wall, with the other on the ground next to them. I go to help him when there's suddenly a grip on my ankle, causing me to fall and scrape my chin on the ground. I let out a small shout of pain, turning my body around to see the person who originally found me aiming the gun he had right at me.
I quickly roll my body out of the way before he fired, causing the bullets to indent the floor right next to me instead. I take this chance to force myself as forward as I can to kick his foot causing him to lose his balance and fall back on the ground.
When the person fell, they dropped the gun from their hands, and I quickly push myself up and grab the gun from their side, shooting multiple bullets into his chest before he fell back onto the floor, not moving.
I don't let myself take a breather before I'm turning to where Frank is again. He's still fighting the guy he had against the wall, letting grunts out after every punch he throws. I see movement next to him and focus my eyes on the person who was previously knocked out next to them. The person reaches for the gun to their side, but doesn't have a chance to pick it up fully before I aim the gun in my hands and they fall back down fully to the ground after my finger presses the trigger and an array of bullets find their way into the person.
The person with Frank finally falls to the ground unmoving, and Frank takes this time to turn to look at me. Blood coats his clothes and face, and I figure I don't look any better as I feel the blood from my chin drip down my neck, and my shirt stick to my body with blood. Frank opens his mouth to say something, but before he can the door to the building bursts open and another group of soldiers enter, guns raised.
Frank and I don't give them a chance to do much before we're both spraying bullets into them, causing some of them to fall to the ground. However, our advantage doesn't last long until the gun I have is out of ammo, and I can't do much but look back at the few people still remaining.
Things happen fast and I see one of them raise their gun up aimed at me, finger on the trigger, but before anything can happen the whole scene changes. Suddenly I'm staring at the sky, with grass under my fingertips.
I push myself up at a quick pace, looking around. I see the building I was just in just in front of me, with a series of vans around me. I can't bring myself to wonder how the hell I even got out here, I just know that I need to get back to help Frank.
I can't go back in with no weapon, so I open the back of one of the vans, hoping there's something I could use in it. Luckily the van is lined with a various amount of guns and weapons, and I grab one of the rifles that all the soldiers looked to be using, while grabbing a couple throwing knives as well.
I can see the front door from where I am in the van, and see it open with people walk out. I quickly crouch as to not be seen, and see two soldiers dragging a bloodied and beaten up Frank out of the building. I quickly jump out of the van, and move crouched to the other side.
I hear the soft steps on the grass of the people, and dragging of Frank's feet walk away from me, and the sound of a different van door opening. I take this as a chance to peek my head around the back of the van I was by. I'm met with the back of two soldiers heads as they push Frank into the back of a van like the one I'm by, but without the walls of weapons in it.
I have to move now, so they don't drive away with him and I lose them. I go for the gun, but hesitant thinking if I shoot, I might accidentally hit Frank, so instead reach for the throwing knives I'm glad I got out of the van beforehand.
The knives are about the same weight I'm used to working with, which I'm grateful for as I ready one of them in my throwing hand, and hold the other in my other hand, to get ready to throw them in quick succession.
I bring one up and aim straight for one of the people, not wasting any time when I throw it, and it lodges itself into the back of their neck, with the other one not close behind to hit the other person with same precision.
Both the people fall to the ground which leaves me able to run to get Frank, who's staring out at me, shock written clear on his face. I can tell he has a million questions, but I just work to get him out of the van and into ours, so we can get out of here before any one else comes here.
Frank is insistent on driving, even though he doesn't look like he should be doing much of anything with his condition, but I know I won't be able to convince him of anything, as we're able to drive out, leaving piles of bodies behind.
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