been turning [SPOILER REDACTED] and frank castle over and over in my head for 24 hours. i need her dropping in on him every so often, ostensibly to tell him when he needs to check on peter (she's been keeping tabs), but also after a while she just sort of. hangs out. talks. finds sneaky ways to ask his advice on the pros and cons of murder-y revenge. and like, eventually she decides to go for it. peter's anti-vengeance speech sounded good at the time but fuck it, she's gonna track down what's-his-nuts and the rest of that organization and kill them all one by one so they can't hurt anyone else, and she tells frank straight up that that's what she's doing before she heads out. so off she goes on this brand new murder vengeance quest, this girl with the powers of a god at her fingertips, and here's this grumpy ex-marine with a rocket launcher and a sniper rifle and various handguns and a grenade belt trudging along in her wake to make sure she doesn't get herself killed in the process. and also to be there when she inevitably can't go through with it. you see the vision. she hits a breaking point, she can't do it and she's hates herself for it, and she's falling apart, waves of psychic shit pounding off of her, and this time frank doesn't bother with any of his guns. doesn't even think about it. he drops the sniper rifle and the rocket launcher and he sheds the grenade belt to get some of the weight off like he's about to jump into the ocean, and he grits his teeth and pushes through all that psychic energy bullshit, dealing with forced flash-memories of his wife and his kids and a bunch of PTSD shit from his time in the military the entire time, just pushing and pushing through until finally he gets to her. she gets her first real hug in years and it's from the stiffest most awkward 50-year-old on earth. he takes her back to the ship and he makes her eat something and he offers to kill the main guy himself so she doesn't have to. because that's how frank castle shows he cares. with chili and justified homicide.
