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🕯️ Frank for Abby

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"Good kid. Smart kid. I should stop dragging her into all of this."

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"You've been following me." And doing a better job than most. But not good enough for Frank to be oblivious to it. "Tell me why."

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"Frank Castle..." She placed a hand on his cheek, it was stained with his blood, and she was dishevelled, crying in her apartment. He was on her kitchen floor, and it was clear that Abigail had once again desperately pulled the Punisher from the clutches of death. She was shaking, and pale, as if she really could've lost him this time. A rush of tears landed on the tiles, as she struggled to breathe, she placed her other hand on his other cheek and kissed his forehead in relief.

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As he slowly comes to, Frank knows what the proper response should be. He knows that he should do something to comfort the young woman, to reassure her that she wasn't going to lose him, that he would pull through. Some display of comfort to show her that her only friend wasn't going to die. That would be the normal response.

But Frank Castle can't think of that. All he can do is think of time, and the war. And he tells himself the same thing he's always told himself: the war goes on.

Mustering only the ability to plant a hand on her shoulder, Frank finally speaks.

"How long was I out for?"

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(Abigail/Frank) "I feel like you've probably figured out that the helping you part stopped being about convenience a while ago..." In truth, Abby grew to dislike her job at the station, well, specifically her coworkers who would look down on and demean her. She would have every reason to leave, but... "If I'm honest, I only stick around the lab, so I'm useful to you, and I want to stay useful to you because I... Like you, Castle." She looked down at her wine glass. "Well, more accurately, I care about you, and you're kind of my only company most of the time. And it would be sad not having that company for one reason or another." Excluding a tortoise, Frank was it in Abby's solitary life.

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Frank doesn't really know how to react to that information, so he takes a second to process it, and wonders why he's Abby's only company. Surely she must have other friends, whether close or not. Then again, Frank Castle isn't much to talk. After all, he cut out everyone even remotely close to him a long time ago, to the point where his closest 'friend' is a man who dresses up as the devil and fights Frank on rooftops and streets.

"What do you think you would do if you did leave?"

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(Punisher/Abby) "Castle, I was wondering when you'd show up." Abby opened the door to her apartment, she always had to look up to meet his eyes, but did so with a polite, if awkward, smile.

"The details of this case are... interesting, to say the least. Come in, we'll go through it together. Would you like anything? Tea, coffee, stitches?"

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"Hrm..." Frank nods and walks through the door, visibly clutching his side. Even beneath the black t-shirt, it's clear that he took a nasty hit tonight.

"Walk me through it, then stitches."

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