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2018 kastle fic/art exchange | call it what you want by: @mostlyactorsandfood

“Frank,” she said, reaching towards him. She had to make sure he was really there. For all she knew, she was finally losing touch with reality entirely. Her hand brushed his shoulder and he tensed. Karen pulled her hand back like she had been burned. She clutched it to her chest, tingles racing over her skin.

“Ma’am,” he said.

“What are you doing here?” She started scanning the street for gangs, guns, anything that would bring a man like Frank Castle here.

“Just in the neighborhood,” he said. They started to walk, falling into step beside each other. It was a chilly night and Karen had forgotten a coat in her hurry to get out the door. She shivered, and Frank pulled off his overcoat to drape it over her shoulders. His warmth and his scent enveloped her and she felt like she might cry again.

“In the neighborhood?” she said. She raised her eyebrows and was pleased that her voice didn’t shake. Not at all.

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