#truthseeked

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truthseeked replied to your post: defenders during infinity war: conferring about...

Frank probably just has to pick up Karen and carry her away like girl you can write about this later pls don’t get squished by an alien

frank outside her apartment like ‘gET IN THE FUCKING VAN!!’

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@truthseeked replied to your post: ᵒᵒᶜ➷ I’m tempted to bring back my           Madame...

i ship billy russo and madam hydra destroying each other

careful, i may ACTUALLY bring her back. (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

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                    ‘ how did you find me? ’ lisa’s voice had sounded a lot stronger in her head. ‘ no one knows i’m alive, no one is supposed to know... ’ okay so, she wasn’t exactly hidden in a safe house, or somewhere with bars on her windows. she was actually sitting in a café, in the middle of the day. she looked up quickly and bit her lip. ‘ look, i’m not trying to cause any trouble okay? ’ sure like that would do any good if there was someone who was there to finish what they had started so long ago. when she actually took more than just a second to see who was standing there and she let out a breath of relief. 

                    ‘ you’re... you’re karen page right? ’ she had read many an article and seen a dozen news stories about her and her work. ‘ sorry about that... ’ lisa apologized with a small smile. ‘ is there something i can do for you? ’ don’t act like you didn’t just potentially get yourself killed for being paranoid. she chastised herself.

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                louisiana smiles and waves over the bartender. “ you look like you could use something really strong. “ long island iced tea and whatever my friend wants. “ she says before looking over to karen to see what she would order.

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So you're saying frank won't let Karen spend Christmas alone

i mean she’s his family ain’t she

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heavy boots sound against the flooring of karen’s apartment as her steps closer to her. his frame is massive compared to her, features towering over the woman despite the heels upon her feet. “goddamnit, karen.” words are a GROWL as he gazes down at her, eyes darkening in annoyance, not at her but at himself. he could let her in now yet he still put up his defenses. he was free, criminal past cleared with the OPPORTUNITY to start over. yet still he feels toxic. like a whirlwind of shit would follow him and take those he cared about with it. he already endangered her, even used her as a damn shield to escape the police (at her suggestion because god damn would the thought of holding a gun to her HEAD be one to not cross his mind). his chest rises and falls with each breath that passes through abused lungs. 

brows draw together at her words. she’s RIGHT, he doesn’t have a clue what she’s looking for. he hopes safety, someone better then him and yet he can’t help but feel drawn to her. it’s a feeling he has only felt once before and look how that ended up. last woman he had feelings for was buried six feet under and plagued his dreams. it worries him that he feels that again, fearful that he’s betraying maria in having feelings for karen. it’s easier now that he’s had his vengeance, now that his war was over. didn’t mean he punished himself any less. 

frank focuses on her lips for a moment, same way he looked at her in the elevator before he climbed through it to escape. a moment of hesitation passes and he’s lowering his head to gently brush his lips against her cheek. he’s realized how important she was to him. karen was FAMILY to him in the same way that sarah and the kids were to david. she was all he had. it’s a big moment for him, a step away from war time and into one of PEACE. “tell me then. what do you want?” 

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                                       @truthseeked // nyc

                   regan presses her lips together, a wry smile pulling her mouth upwards. “you’re not looking for an interview from the stepdaughter of san francisco’s congressional representative are you? because i’m really not in the mood to talk about my mama’s business. and i’m also really not in the mood to talk about my mom’s big case back in san francisco.” after years of being the daughter of two prominent figures, she’s good at spotting journalists. the blonde woman is one she recognises, however. “karen page, right?”

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               he understands why frank surrounds himself with women who take no shit. there’s just something about them. but still he gives a short aggravated sigh. ❝ okay, first of all rude. i’m not just like everyone else. i’m a lot fucking better. because i actually get shit done. i’m right where i want to be. have i had to get my hands dirty, certainly. do i regret it, never in a million years. i’d do it all again if i had to. ❞ billy smirks at her, lips pulling back to show teeth. ❝ but you’re right, ms page. i don’t give a flying fuck about anyone else. because in the end the only person anyone looks out for is themselves. ❞

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