Frank Castle finally finding love again, but crucially aware that you’re a target because of him. It’s giving him so much anxiety and he is always on edge, even when you’re physically with him and obviously safe. He has nightmares about history repeating itself. But he’s a man of few words and keep most of it -and other private thoughts to himself.
Frank Castle having you over for a romantic dinner at his apartment, when suddenly he hears screaming outside. He’s so scared of something happening to you, all he wants is to always be one step ahead. Get to them, before they get to you. So in a panicked state he tells you to stay put, even when you pull him in by his shirt and pleading him not to go. He grabs his gun and leaves you there.
Frank Castle who unknowingly fights of the decoy while you are fighting for your life inside the apartment, the door broken down by a masked man with a mission. To break Frank, by breaking you. Because hurting you is the only way to shatter him completely.
Frank Castle who suddenly gets a feeling that something ain’t right and rushes back to the apartment. Only to be met by broken glass and furniture.
Frank Castle who finds you in a hidden corner by the living room, shaking, smudged make up and crying silently. You don’t look at him, but rather straight forward, almost paralysed. You look like a frightened wild animal and when he tries getting close to you, your feral eyes meet his. “Don’t touch me!” your scream desperately before letting out a heartbreaking sob. «You LEFT me here!».
Frank Castle who sits at the kitchen counter, hands dragging down his face, tears falling and knee bouncing with overwhelming worry and inner turmoil, while silently watching you lay on the couch. Face staring apathetic and detached the other way. He calls Matt.
Frank Castle, a defeated shadow of himself, who opens the door for what seems to be his own personal executioner. The one who will take his whole world in his safe arms and out of Franks frail, deadly and faltering ones. Frank doesn’t deserve you.
Frank Castle, still by the kitchen counter who now have to witness Matt holding your hand, getting you to talk, comfort and calm you. He hears Matt asking you to come with him to his place. “A change of scenery” he says with a reassuring smile, trying to lighten the mood. Franks heart is breaking in pieces and feels like he can’t breathe. He excuse himself, making sure Matt stays with you wherever you decide to go, before getting some fresh air.
Frank Castle who comes back home expecting you to be gone and trying to make peace with that, but instead sees you sleeping in his bed, Matt sitting right beside you. “I can find somewhere else to stay for a while, if she’s more comfortable that way” Frank whisper broken and sheepishly.
Frank Castle who can’t stand the silence he’s met with and start rambling. “It’s better if she stays with you, Red. I’m not safe.” And when Matt tries to get a word in, he’s quickly shut down. “No, you don’t understand, man. I had this whole thing planned out. I wanted her to move in, she practically had already, you know? I know it sounds like fucking pipe dreams okay, but when I look at her I see.. I see golden rings, kids, white picket fence and late mornings with coffee and cartoons. I wasn’t suppose to have that again, man. Cause I hurt everybody and everything I come remotely close to. She needs to be with you, Red. I know she does. Keeping her safe. I’ll disappear for a while. Do whatever is best for her. I’ll be gone in the morning. You gotta promise you’ll stay with her. I fucked up”. There’s a long pause where he’s trying to calm himself before having a full blown meltdown. And Matt let him. “But she was IT for me, Matt..”
Frank Castle let his head fall and cries silently. Little does he know, you’ve been listening all this time. Tears falling down your seemingly sleeping face.
