Midnight Memories
Writer's Note: Guess who's back to Marvel Fanfics
Warning: None
Paring: Frank x Oc
Word Count: 1,280
Let me know if you want a part 2
The Bleeding Rouge Dive Bar, Hell's Kitchen, New York
Hidden away from the limelight was a dive bar that catered to the untouchables of New York, vigilantes, assassins, veterans, thugs, and, of course, miscreants like “Frank, you’re back again…” Ezra Wayne, the owner and bartender, had a gentle yet rough look about her, a Marine Veteran turned assassin and weapon dealer. Her steely eyes often betrayed flashes of memories from another life. The shadow of her connection to “That Wayne” walking by was something no one dared to ask about, though stories floated around among the regulars. She never spoke about the time she’d crossed lines with old money and darker secrets of the government, but sometimes her silence around the Wayne name was heavier than words.
Frank Castle, on his tenth return this month, had become as much a fixture as the grime on the walls. Frank had been coming here since Ezra took over, his past with the bar thick with brawls and backroom deals, and rumors whispered that he’d once saved Ezra’s life in a back-alley shootout. She took a few orders, collected tips, and landed right back to Frank, who only grumbled at her, “It’s a bar, am I not allowed in a fuckin bar?”
“Not saying you aren’t, it’s just-”
“Just what…”
“Makes you look like you don’t have a life.” Talking to her fellow Marine vet comrade. Making him a scotch on the rocks, she could tell he had a rough night, his shirt semi-bloody, his nose a bit more crooked, and a bruise definitely from a billy club; he definitely got his ass handed to him, “Do I wanna know…” She asked him as he looked up at her and laughed, handing him an ice pack and drink she watched as he took a sip then gruffly said, “It’s that damn DareDevil and Pink Fury… They won’t stay down!”, He shook his head, “And the broad she packs a fuckin good punch almost like you.” He glanced at her, Ezra wasn’t Pink Fury, however, she knew who was, and they were pretty close too.
“Maybe work with them and not against them?” Leaning over the countertop as Frank rolled his eyes.
“They believe in second chances and I don’t…”
“Which is why you’re pathetically single…” Ezra mumbled as Frank looked at her, She knew why he wouldn’t give dating a chance, she understood it, being a lone wolf was his thing. Watching the world burn was his pastime, but beneath all his pain and vengeance, he was a good guy, like her father. “Let me tell you something I don’t need that bullshit in my life okay!”
“Oh my fucking God stop it!”Ezra groaned,”You at least need to get laid or something! You can’t just hang out here all the time!” She grabbed him by the face, “I love you like a brother and I have five… I think, but you need to get your stress out instead of spraying the block!” Ezra smiled as she pinched his nose.
“Fuck you…”
“No thanks, I like women…” She nearly cackled, then the front door opened and standing there was New Yorks best attorney for criminal, vigilante and superhero law, Yonah Wayne, fixing up her Channel suit she dusted herself trying to look like she hadn’t just won a fight and instead was an the high class Lawyers bar in Manhattan with her ex- boyfriend Matt Murdock, “What’s your weapon tonight sis?” Ezra asked without looking,
“Give me a pink lemonade, two shots of vodka.” She ordered, sitting next to Frank, “You look like shit…” She turned to look at him, “You look like you shouldn’t be here, princess…” He smirked, “You even old enough to drink that?” Meaning no harm whatsoever, and Ezra knew it, she’d been trying to pair them up for a while, with him on her couch when he got too drunk or patching him up after a fight went wrong, and in his case, dropping off lunch at her office when she forgot to pack it herself. “Yes, I am, thank you…” She rolled her eyes at him as he laughed, her eyes fixated on his nose,
“Mind If I…”
“Mind if you wha- DAMNIT!” Frank shouted as she set it back in place, but it felt good right after, “Christ warn me next time.” He shook his head, laughing as Yonah chuckled, “There, now it’s cute again.” She smiled as Ezra noticed a little blush on his cheeks. Her plan was working, “You guys want anything? Food? A room alone.” Yonah flipped her off as she tasted her drink,
“So why are you in this shithole?” Frank asked, “You don’t have some candy ass man waiting on you?”
“Actually, I don’t, the lawyer thing scares them.” Looking over at Frank, her eyes taking in all of his body, she really did a number on him. “Why not Murdock?” He scoffed, saying his name, “Tried that in College… Good Sex, but would debate fake cases afterwards.” She shrugged it off as he nodded, so she was single and smart, but she was young, so much younger than he was, but she was sharp-witted, his hand gravitated near hers, a faint blush on her cheeks as she looked up at him, her eyes shining bright,
“You look tired…”
“I am…”
“They have makeup to cover that… Could match your shade.”
“You got jokes, you think you’re funny.” No bite in his comment as he leaned in closer, their eyes meeting, “Yeah, maybe I do…”
Oh
There it was, the spark, brighter than any flame of fire she’d ever produced herself, their hands brushing against each other,
“You smell like copper…” She whispered,
“I know…” He had his hand gently on her face as she pecked his lips, a taste of blood, scotch, and the smell of gun powder on him. Pulling her closer, he gave her a hungry kiss, one of a man with nothing to lose. Pulling away, he bit her lip and said, “Next time don’t fucking kick me so hard.”
“I make no promises…” She smiled, “Let's clean you up.”
“HEY, JUST CAUSE YOU’RE MY OLDER SISTER DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET FREE DRINKS!”
“Bill me!”
