Frank Castle (Daredevil) Chapter 8- Final
The day is dying down, and all you can think is that you're happy that you didn't have to lose anyone.
"You were scared."
Frank's statement makes you turn to him.
"Of course I was, youâre my friend Frank."
You brush off the comment. This particular conversation is making you uneasy.
"Don't waste your tears on someone like me. There's only one way things go for guys like me. I already accepted it." He emptied his glass, placing it back down on the table.
"It doesn't have to be that way."
When you invited him over to have a drink, it was to help you let loose. You were still dealing with the fact that you almost lost Frank. Since they both refused to take your word for it, you just invited him and planted a smile on your face for his sake. Now he was saying things that made you think back to that moment.
"Yeah, and what way do you think it's gonna go. I kill for a living."
"You haven't hurt anyone recently. Frank, you've saved far more lives than you've taken. You're not a bad person, so why are you trying so hard to make me feel like you are? "
"Why are you trying to make it seem like I aint. "
You swallow.
"I just think that some people are worth the trouble I guess." Your intention is to laugh it off and change the topic.
"How about another drink?"
You take his glass, heading to the kitchen. You're doing so much to distract yourself that you don't hear him walk up behind you. Your turn to grab some ice, and you run into his body. Straightening, you want to ask if he needs something else. But those dark eyes have you frozen in your spot.
"You don't think I'm a monster."
How could you when you knew the reason he went out everyday and fought. He made himself a monster to society so he could get rid of the people the cops couldn't take on themselves. You never envied his ideology. You could never take a life.
That robber who'd killed your Uncle, you wanted nothing more than to cause him pain. Watch him beg for his life. But in the end, you couldn't do it. Because that's' not what you stood for. It wouldn't have brought him back. Frank, he was just dealt a bad hand. It didn't make him a monster. Because he was changing.
"I don't. You're not a monster Frank. "
Frank looks down, a smile on his lips.
"You really are naive."
"Wha-"
He leans in, and you stiffen. It's a simple brushing of lips.
Nothing about Frank can be described as gentle, but this kiss. It's not just gentle, but warm, brief, amazing. He moves back. Those eyes bring too much meaning to them. You feel as though you're bare. You're the one that reacts this time. Your hand lays on his jaw. Even his features are rough, it makes you smile.
"I guess I am." you reply. Your fingers caress his skin, and he closes his eyes. You move it down, and when it lands on his lips, you trace it.
"Soft.."
You hadn't intended to voice that. You see the way his Adam's apple bobs as his eyes flicker open. It's a momentary battle, then it all breaks. You aren't sure who moves first. It's too quick to tell. Your lips join hurriedly, and you brace your hands on the counter behind when he leans into you.
It's a move to try and regain some control. It's gotten so hot. Frank practically rips his jacket off, and you're fighting to free him of his jeans. His belt drops to the floor, and your t-shirt follows. He kicks his pants off, and you can't wait for him to discard his own t-shirt.Â
You rip it open, the buttons dropping to the floor. You bite down on your lip, and Frank laughs, picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist with a giggle as he starts moving, lips joining and parting. He stumbles a couple times, urging some more giggles from your lips.
"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into Parker."
Oh you know alright.













