@ma1nmenu asked: Steven is a sentimental fool, that much is certain. His thing, their (after all the whole system loves Frank, even if Steven was the only one to say it) thing with Frank has been going on for a while now. Too long to be casual but still too new to be worth the risk of scaring Frank off by asking to put a label on it. Despite knowing to be cautious, one lingering post-coital cuddle/sleep over later Steven accidentally let an 'I love you out.' And instead of waiting around to wait for Frank's reaction they left. And they've been avoiding him since. It's not a mature solution (it isn't really a solution at all..). But it works for a while... Until it doesn't. From his high perch on a rooftop he sees the glint of a sniper rifle long before Frank does. Although he's avoiding Frank, he's not going to avoid him to the extent of letting the man get shot either. A dark shadow flickers overhead as he glides toward the sniper, using his feet to kick the window of the man's hideout. Glass falls in a sheet of shards, likely raining on top of Frank's unsuspecting head as Moon Knight takes out the threat above.
Frank's in that limbo between consciousness and asleep when it happens. Through his haze he hears the words: I love you. Then the weight of the bed shifts and sound of feet padding away from him. He doesn't release the breath he's holding in until he hears the door finally close behind them.
He rolls over on his back, staring at the cracked ceiling, wondering how the fuck he's gonna sleep now. His eyes slide to land on the bronze heart on a shelf on the wall, mocking him for thinking it wouldn't happen to him, eventually. Frank understood what Elektra meant then and even more now.
"I'd rather you just shoot me."
Because it's easy to patch up a physical wound and keep going, but he felt like shit and there's not a scratch on him. "goddamn it!" He flings the covers back, sitting up, he's pulling his pants on, shoving his feet into his boots. He's not thinking, just doing, before he's out the bedroom door and the apartment door slams behind him.
The street is quiet with the faint sounds of cars and cop sirens littering the background. He breathes in deep knowing Steven is long gone, letting the night air cool him down, before he starts taking a walk around the block to clear his head.
In the end, when the sun is cresting over the clouds, he decides he's fucking pissed. He'd rather have Steven at least own up to what the fuck he said, but to run? It's the first time in a very long time, Frank felt starved for something he shouldn't/couldn't want, because all three of those chuckle fucks fed him. All three of them have landed on the top of his shit list.
It's no secret that Frank is incredibly lonely. He mostly works alone, keeps to himself, and operates like a lone operative. So he can admit that he enjoyed being around them, the feeling of another body in his bed felt nice, to reach over and feel someone next to him in what's been decades of loneliness brought him comfort and it's fucking gone.
He doesn't think that in the upcoming weeks as he's out and about that they're actively avoiding him. Until, he's roaming parts that he knows MoonKnight patrols, that's when it hits that little shit is running from what he said. It pisses him off all over again.
Until tonight when he's looking for an informant for the whereabouts of a certain mob outfit that he finally sees that whirl of white in his view. His breath catches in his throat as he moves hearing the sound of an obvious one sided ass beating. His fists clench as he makes his way up, pieces of window sprinkle and fall off him, as he kicks open the door and sees one man in a corner like a bloody lump (still alive) and Moon Knight standing there.
"He knocked out?" He asks, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he pushes what he really wants to ask down. Frank doesn't want the man to hear what the fuck he's going to say next. "—been awhile, Moony."
