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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Strangers - 3
Pt 3: Truth Revealed
Summary: You and Pete run into each other again as you struggle with a certain task. He offers to take over for you and from there, pieces of information gets revealed…
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A package you have been waiting weeks for finally arrived. A bookshelf. You realized you’ve been running out of space and your books are starting to take up the walls of your apartment like vines. The issue at the moment is that the delivery man left the package at the bottom of the steps by the entrance door, “Great, now I have to figure out how to get this up myself," you say as you groan in defeat.
You decide to make a quick coffee to give yourself a burst of energy to be able to carry the package on your own. Trying to haul it up felt as though you were in the middle of running a marathon. You decide to take a break only to realize you’ve only made it one step. A few minutes later, your break is over. As you exert all your force to bring the box up in a single step, you hear, “Need any help with that ?”
The voice startles you as you weren’t expecting to hear anything during this extraneous task. “ Oh hey, how’s it going?” as you try to pull the box up another step. Before you can even give him an answer, he climbs down the steps, takes the box from you and carries it up to your door with ease that makes you jealous you couldn’t do that yourself.
You knew he had muscles, it was physically obvious. “ I was uh, in the middle of that.”
“ Oh yea?” he says, “Didn’t notice."
“ Ha ha very funny, Thanks .” you snide as you climb back up the stairs.
“Need any help with building this?" As he taps the box with his pointer finger.
“It’s all good. I have already inconvenienced you enough by having you bring it up the stairs. You seem like you were on your way out anyway.”
“It’s really no trouble. I don’t mind. I was just heading out to grab a bite to eat anyway. It can wait” with a voice that comes off as he’s trying to convince you to let him do something for you. Who were you to say no to someone offering physical labor that you would gladly avoid? “I mean if it’s no trouble for you, sure I guess you can build it.”
“Let me actually open the door and let you in so you can get started.”
You frantically look for your keys, part of you was nervous that someone beside yourself was actually going to be inside your apartment.
Oh jeez is my place tidy, please pray I didn’t leave last night's clothes thrown on the floor, you say to yourself as you enter the keys into the lock.
“What’s in here anyway? “he asks inquisitively.
“Just a bookshelf, my books are becoming a staple of decor and covering my entire place, so I figured I’d get something just to contain them a little bit”, as you gesture him to come inside.
“So you like to read books, huh?”
“Maybe just a teeny little bit,” him not knowing, once he entered, he was going to see the piles and piles of all the books you had acquired.
“Sorry for any mess you see, you can place it and build it between those two big windows” as you point to the far side of the common area of your apartment. “ Nice little cozy place you set yourself up here.”
“I spend a lot of time here so I just wanted to make it as homey as possible,”, as he’s walking around assessing your home, your view from this side of the building, grabbing picture frames and viewing them, noticing the little glimpses of you and your personality scattered all around the apartment. Plants and books touching every corner of the room. Ceramics mugs by your espresso machine. A large comfy green couch instead of a plain beige one, signifying you’re not boring and afraid of color.
“I’m going to make us some dinner, and you can’t say no, since you’re doing me this favor,” you point at him. You walk over to your fridge to figure out what you can whip up with what little you have. “Well, I don't have much but.. How does spaghetti sound? “ You ask sheepishly.
“S’fine, good. I can eat anything, not picky.” As he's unpacking the box, “Gonna go over to my place real quick and grab my toolbox.”
You nod and the second he exits, you try to quickly tidy up the common area, not wanting to get out even the littlest bit messy.
You pause for a second and ask yourself why are you doing this? Are you doing this just as common curtesy, or are you trying to impress him ? The thought makes you second guess yourself. By the time he comes back, you collect yourself and start getting the ingredients ready to make dinner. He comes back from his apartment and immediately gets to work. You decided that you needed something to fill the silence, so you play some light jazz music, a generic, easy music choice.
While you’re chopping a handful of vegetables and garlic to add to the sauce, he’s efficiently building your bookshelf. While doing two completely different tasks, there’s a peaceful quiet hum in the space. You’re enjoying each other’s company without even having to speak to each other.
After mostly everything for dinner is complete, and you’re just waiting for some bread to be done toasting, you take a seat on your couch. Pete is about 75% done building the bookshelf.
As you plop yourself down you ask, “Do you read any books?”
“Uh no, not much” he says very clipped.
His tone to the question posed a beginning and end to that topic of conversation, so you just sit in silence. What feels like five minutes pass by.
“ I lied.” He looks at you for a second and his eyes dart away. “ I do read books. Well, actually used to. A decent bit actually, but not to myself. Used to read to my kids. “ He really says that more to himself than to you.
The statement stuns you. Even though you barely know him, hearing that he has kids was something you would’ve expected to come out when you guys were eating at the diner.
“ Used to? I didn’t know you had any kids”. Your obliviousness to his tone makes you say that ask lightheartedly.
“ Used to as in they are dead.” He stares at you waiting to react to that huge piece of information.
“ I’m so sorry you ever had to go through that.” You get off the couch and go to sit by where he’s working on the shelf. “ Happened a while ago but still hurts like it was yesterday. They were all taken from me at the same time. My wife, son, baby girl. “
He didn’t mention his wife before, but you try not to overreact at the fact that this man lost his entire family all at once. A part of you wants to ask what happens but also knows how invasive something like that can be.
You put a hand on his shoulder,“ What do you say we eat, and you can tell me all about them if you’d like?” He looks at you with appreciation, almost as if he’s starting you down. He can’t decide want to think of you. Not in a bad way, he just didn’t expect for you to say that. In almost every instance, people overact and ask 100 questions that he never answers. “ Sure, we can do that,” as he gets up from the floor.
After the two of you have most of your dinner and are talked out of conversation, he surprises you one last time for the night. “It’s not Pete”, he says while looking down at his plate, moving his food around.
You drop your fork,“ What’s not Pete? What do you mean?” You try to play it off like you’re asking in a joking manner, but really you’re trying not to come off as you’re nervous.
“ My name. Not Pete. It’s Frank. Figured if I could tell you about my family, I could tell you the truth, bout my real name. Go by Pete for the most part to protect myself and everything.”
The name immediately clicks. You don’t need to ask what he needs to protect himself from. You know he’s the Frank Castle that you’ve seen on the news from time to time. You take the news in and look at him, really look at him. You know you’re not in danger because he takes care of business right away and the business he usually takes care of ends up dead. You silently wonder to yourself what else this man is hiding from himself and the world. “ Well, nice to meet you, Frank” as you put out your hand to shake and smile at him.
A/N: And we’re back !! I know this is bit wordy but I felt the fact that multiple big things get revealed deserve its moment to have it a bit fleshed out. Any feedback/ideas would be appreciated! I kinda don’t like the way I ended it so maybe subject to change. 💕
Strangers -2
PT 2: Introductions
Summary: You finally run into Pete again and decide to get to know him more than just your new bloody neighbor.
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It was a Friday night at the time you entered your apartment building of yet another long day. As you walk up one flight of stairs you notice something on top of your doormat. When you get to the top, you look around to see if any other doors have something on their mats and come up empty. You bend down to pick up a bouquet of hydrangeas with a small note card attached.
You scour your bag to find your keys and enter your apartment. Dropping the figurative and physical load of your day into your kitchen countertop, you remove the card from the bouquet to read it. It says, “I appreciate you keeping what you said last week in confidence. Just something small as a token of appreciation. -P"
You blush slightly to yourself at this unexpected and unnecessary gesture. From this, you ponder different ways as a token to say thank you. However, you decide you don’t want to play a game of cat and mouse you barely catch each other or only converse through passed notes. Not that you expect him to be your pen pal or anything but JUST in case. So you decide to wait it out till you see him in person to say thank you.
It’s about two weeks before you and Pete cross paths again. Walking toward the building from opposite ends of the street you noticed him. You take note of how he is dressed, black cap, black jacket on top of a black hoodie, very inconspicuous. You also notice that his face isn’t blue and purple anymore and instead yellow. A sign that his face is healing. “ Hey stranger.”, you say out to him and in the same moment you regret it and wonder to yourself who the hell says that to someone they’ve met only one time prior. “ I have no idea why I said that.”, as you chuckle. “ I have been waiting till I caught you in person again to thank you for the flowers you left the other day. You are a hard man to catch. Totally unnecessary but very old school,” you say to him. He briefly glances at you, “ Oh please, that wasn’t anything.”, as he bats his hand down as a way to signify that the gesture was so minuscule a thank you wasn’t needed. “ Just a small token for doing something you didn’t owe me for, that all.”
“ Well, either way, thank you, I haven’t gotten flowers in, actually I don't know how long. So it may be nothing to you, but I really liked them," you grin as you grab the door handle to enter the building. He immediately grabs the handle, cursing at himself for not doing that first and lets you enter.
“ Hey, are you hungry by any chance?” you say as you turn back at him while he is halfway in the building, halfway on the street. The thought impulsively popped into your head, but you want to take advantage of the fact that you’re finally seeing him in person again. Your own little way of saying thank you. “Oh no, there’s no need at all, Miss, I’m fine,” he says. “Pretty please?” you state while trying not to come on too strong, “ There’s a good diner a couple of streets down that has the most amazing pancakes and since you are new to the neighborhood, you need to learn what’s good and bad food around here anyway. My treat." He glances at you with hesitation for one second and then looks around everywhere else trying to find some way to politely decline. Not because he doesn’t want to go. He’s not used to socializing, he’s not used to people being nice just for the sake of being nice. He eventually gives in, “ Uh, sure why not then? For the greater good of pancake research.” he sheepishly says in a state of defeat, knowing there was never any way he was going to say no to you anyway.
By the time you guys get to the diner and get settled in, ordered places, your coffee as sweet as can be and him with plain black coffee, you decide to strike up a conversation to get to know this Pete a little better. Any basic question you asked him if kept he’s answers very short and clipped:
“ Are you from here?"
“No,"
“ What do you do for a living ?”
“ This and that.”
“ What made you come to this area?”
“Just needed change."
You clearly noticed that he was a man of few words and in a way you appreciated that. You were someone who also enjoyed silence too. How could you expect much from someone you barely know? You would be the same exact way so you couldn’t fault him in that area. You noticed he kept looking down at his drink as soon as he answered your questions,“ I’m not torturing you, Am I ? I’m sorry I made you come. I can get the waiter to cancel the orders, and we can just pretend this ever happened.”, as you perked up from your seat. You didn’t want to make him go through anything he didn’t want to.
“ No, no, don’t do that, it’s just, I’m sorry, it’s just I’m not used to doing this. I don't mean to come off as disinterested or anything.”, as he’s softly looking into your eyes." “ I really do appreciate your asking and extending yourself, just not used to talking to people a whole bunch.”
“Oh, well, that’s okay,” you say as you slouch back into the booth seat. “ We can just enjoy each other’s presence and eat silently. “
“ No actually, keep talking please, you have a pretty voice. Tell me about yourself," he says. You blush lightly, pretending that the little meaningless comment to him, didn’t do something to your insides. And so while the food came and coffees kept getting refilled, you talked and talked and talked. As time kept going on, Pete got more and more comfortable talking to you. A few short words then became a few shorts sentences. You however carried most of the conversations which you didn’t mind. He didn’t mind either of course because again he’s not a man of many words. However as he got to sit back and listen to you he was silent admiring you as well.
A/N: AHHH PT 2 out already. I have this urge to write and I’ve been really into fics lately so I feel really inspired. I know we haven’t gotten much info on the reader but I’m hoping it’ll slowly trickle out through dialouge. I don’t have a direct plan with this fic just a very loose idea and direction in my head so any feedback or ideas would be welcomed! 💕
Strangers
PT 1: The Beginning
Summary: You’re used to being on your own and alone. That is until a new neighbor decides to move in on the same floor as you with a very interesting past.
The days were the same as always. Wake up, get dressed, work, come home, eat, sleep and repeat. Although rather mundane, you enjoy a quiet life with the occasional friendly hangout on the weekends. You enjoy your solitude being at home in your one-bedroom apartment, learning new recipes or diving into a new world in a book series.
On one random Sunday while in the middle of a new fantasy series, you heard what sounded like to be a grown man breathing excessively, like they were trying to fight through some pain while climbing up the stairs. You were never one to know who your neighbors were or who exactly lived where though.
Curiosity piqued your interest and by the time you decide to look in the peephole, all you see is half a face that looks vaguely familiar but can’t pinpoint from where and the door slams shut. What you also happened to notice were a few fingerprints of blood on the doorknob… You decided to mind your business but if you heard any more noise you would go out and see what was going on.
While walking back to lay on the couch, you were racking your brain to see where you might have recognized that man from, and you realized that he resembles a man you have seen on the news from time to time. Frank Castle. You decide not to think too hard about it because last you heard on the news he was MIA, so you decided to put that mental image behind you and continue on in your own little bubble.
A week and a half goes by without a peep, so your brain decided it was a one-off occurrence of it being some strange man. That is until the same thing happens again. This time, however, you decide to open your door as this man climbed up the steps. As you look down, your mind and heart are confused. Your mind is screaming danger while your heart is looking at this man, battered and bruised, feeling sorry. You also happen to notice how incredibly handsome he is. Slight 5 o’clock shadow with a hair cut that looks like it was buzzed, but it’s growing back out now. Before you decide if you should speak up or not, he seems to notice you before he can get to the top of the tops and glances up. He halts for half a second. Unsure what kind of damage control he may need to do in this situation. Although he can’t explain why, he feels like he can keep things simple without you screaming your head off or running off to the police.
“ I’m fine, no need to worry about me, Miss.”, he says. Even though you didn’t know it then the last thing he would want to do is scare any woman. He wanted to ease any fear you may be having at the moment. Your mouth hangs open in utter shock at the sight of all the blood over him. “ Do you need any help, do you want me to call the police?” you say. “NO,” he exclaims rapidly. “ Don't need any police, I’m all good, just a little beaten up. You can go back into your apartment and pretend you didn’t see anything.”
Unsure about how to process this information, you decide to let it be. “ Um, OK?” We start to walk backwards toward your apartment door before he speaks up again. “I’m, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you miss I just don’t want you to worry or for me to be a bother. I’m all right.”
“I’ll pretend this never happened if you pretend you didn’t see me with my strawberry shortcake pajama pants,” as you shortly realize you had on. He chuckles softly at himself and says,“ I can keep that promise. I’m your new neighbor, by the way.”
You’re not exactly sure where, but you have a slight inclination of exactly what apartment he moved into. “ Oh well, welcome to this humble abode.” You said lightly. “ And your name is ?” He started walking toward his own apartment door, walking backwards while still maintaining eye contact with you. “ Pete, the names Pete.”
By the time he says his name a second time, he smiles slightly and shuts his door behind him. From that moment on, you had a feeling that this would not be the last time you saw him. You smile to yourself and head back into your own apartment.
A/N: Quite literally my first ever fic I’ve written and on my phone at that so please be kind😭 Any constructive feedback will be helpful. I didn’t spend a crazy amount of time on this because I just wanted to push it out before I lost my thoughts.
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