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Then there was a knock on the door. Frank looked out the peephole. There was a teenager with a backpack. Frank didnt open the door, it could be a trap.

"Is this Frank Castle's place?" You shouted very loudly. Shit. Everyone on the fucking block probably knows his name now. Ftank quickly opened the door, pulled you in and slammed it back closed.

"Who the hell are you?" Frank growled, reaching for his pistol.

"Its a really fuckin' long story. I was sent to find you and give you this." You reached into your backpack and pulled out a leather bound notebook. On the inside was a picture of Frank grinning with Maria on their wedding. The picture was stained with very old blood and dirt. It was the same picture Frank had on his mantel.

"How the hell did you get this?!" His voice was rising. Were you some spy? 

"You gave it to me to give to you." You explained. 

"That's dosent make any sense."

Frank took a minute to look at you. You were pretty dirty, you looked 16ish, you had slight muscle, the kind that comes from actual in field work. You also had some scars, some bigger some smaller. Tou had a belt with a fire ax clipped on along with ammo and a combat knife. You had a tattoo peaking out of your shirt sleeve. 

"Aren't ya a little young for one of those?" Frank gestured at the tattoo.

"Oh!" You rolled up your sleeve, very proud to show off. The tattoo was of the Punisher symbol with flowers behind it. It was also covering up a pretty bad scar. "You like it?"

"So what, you some stalker or somethin'?"

"You might wanna sit down." Frank sat on the couch, still holding his coffee cup "So im from a different dimension where there are lots of zombies, and I eas kind of your sidekick. And then you sent me away but told me to give you that notebook." You were speaking so fast.

"Bullshit-"

"Just read the book, please."

Frank huffed. "Fine. You stay here, dont try any bullshit."

Frank picked up the book and sat on the couch. It was his own handwriting. 

'If you're reading this, they succeeded, hopefully. Im our dimension, one of the spider-boy's villians went batshit, bit people. Now those people are zombies. It just kept spreading. I was alone for years and years, watching everyone around me die. What's new.’

A few pages later.

'A woman came up to me, she had some kid, maybe 6. She pushed to kid to me and shot herself in the head. I font know what to do.'

'I went to Lisa's grave. I found the dirt disturbed. I had to find her and Maria and Frank jr. and kill them myself and re bury them. I must be in hell.'

'The kid caught a nasty pipe today while runnin' from zombies, tore a good chunk of their arm away.'

'We found a colony of survivors. There's a tattoo artist. They wanted the punisher symbol over the scar. I couldn't say no.'

‘Things are getting really bad. There’s almost no food left and we haven’t found survivors in years. The kid dosent deserve this. They never even saw the world before the apocalypse.’

‘We found a way to cross dimensions. Something left in some doctor strange guy’s house, I’m getting the kid out of here.’

‘I sent them with this notebook. Hopefully they found the right person. Kid dosent know this, but I’m ending it once they’re gone. No more hope for this world. Please, I beg of you, give this kid a life.”

Frank flipped through the rest of the pages, no more writing but some items of Frank’s, Polaroids of the kids, of Maria, his dog tags, his punisher patch. He shut the journal and looked up at you. You were wondering around his little kitchen, amazed at all of the items with electricity.

“So…zombies.” Was all Frank could muster.

“Yep, bummer. But whatever, I’m here now. This stuff is so cool! All the electricity was gone when I was born. Only heard stories.” 

“Well…I guess we better start.” Frank said while standing.

“Start what?” 

“Getting you up to speed.” Frank picked up his keys and headed to the van.

It was odd to Frank, the things you marveled at. The radio playing country music, the amount of people, the lights. Frank picked your brain about your dimension, it seemed he was the exact same, just…apocalypse-ified. You seemed very fond of country music.

“You used to play this kind of stuff on guitar!” You exclaimed. “You even taught me some.”

“Yeah?” Frank chuckled. “Guess ya would have a lot of free time.” You simply nodded. “So what did you eat?” 

“MREs, canned food…sometimes animals we would hunt down…that’s about it.”

“Well fuck. I know where our first stop is.” Frank pulled up to his favorite diner. 

You were absolutely astonished. “So you just ask for food and they- what, give it to you?!” You exclaimed.

“Well we gotta pay for it, but yeah.”

“Oh right, money…not really a problem where I’m from.”

Frank chuckled, as you repeatedly thanked the waitress, who was very confused. 

Matthew Murdock aka Daredevil who was standing by the docks waiting for Frank and his mystery friend. Frank promised that you would help him. Matt heard Frank's van approach and tried to listen for your voice. Something about your heartbeat tugged at the back of Matt's mind.

"Now this guy's got a thing about killing, moral shit or whatever." Frank grumbled to you.

Matt waited for your response but didn't hear anything. He could hear you moving around, and then Frank chuckled.

"Yeah, I know it's stupid, just letting you know he throws a fit when someone dies."

Once again no response. 

Frank pulled up. You got out of the passenger side. You smelled like spices and produce. Your breaths were shorter than they should be, rapid in and out.

"Hey red." Matt was startled out of his observations by Frank.

"Hey." Matt could sense you moving your hands. "Is that...sign language?" 

"Yeah. I'll translate where I can, this is my friend." Frank gestured to you. You stepped forward, holding out your hand for Matt to shake.

"Im told you see no evil?"

Matt chuckled. "That's one way to say it."

"That's fine, I speak no evil."

Matt went over the plan with the two of you. You seemed to have no problem. So things moved on as normal.

While fighting the Task force, Matt heard you cock a gun.

"Frank, what are they doing?!" Matt shouted.

"Killin' the fucker!" Frank shouted back, slamming a member's head into a pole. 

Matt rushed over to you. He threw his Billy stick and knocked the gun out of your hands. You turned angrily to Matt. You signed something angrily that Matt obviously didn't catch. You pulled out another gun and shot it at Matt, he was too shocked to move, it only hit the side of his mask.

The world went silent.

When Matt woke back up, he was on a couch. His suit was gone, and he was in Frank's clothes with his wounds dressed.

His head was pounding. 

He could sense you in the corner of the room. 

"What did you do?" Matt snarled as he stumbled to his

"What needed to happen." Your breathing didn't change at all.

"How many did you kill?" Matt's voice rasped. 

"A few." You weren't still just sitting, it infuriated Matt how careless you were.

"How many." Matt walked closer.

"Maybe 14?"

"Do you feel no shame?" Matt gritted out, the words laced in disgust.

"Why would I?" You huffed out as if you were laughing.

"Those people had their whole lives ahead of them- they could have had families!"

"I don't care."

"Who are you to decide who is worthy of living or dying?!" Matt got up in your face. He could feel the blood in his neck

"Just some asshole with a gun." You stood too now, almost chest to chest with him.

"You're no better then."

"Well someone had to do it. And we all know you're too pussy." You pointed at Matt's chest, pushing him back slightly.

"I don't just shoot at my problems with a gun."

"Yeah but you sure as hell punch them away."

"This is vile." Matt growled as he walked away.

"Honestly, I couldn't give less of a fuck about your little moral fuzzies. Keep your nose in your own life. This whole catholic guilt shit is pathetic."

"What was you, huh?" 

"I've already lost everything there is to lose. Hope they do."

Frank was the one that put it together. The overlap in yours and Matt's past. 

Matt had mentioned once while he was a very drunk twin. One that ran away when they killed someone. One that abandoned him. 

You, who had a disabled twin brother. You were kicked out when you killed someone.

No fucking way.

He ran to you.

"Was the twin you lost blind?" Frank gasped out when he found you.

"Yes, why?"

"I think you and red are related."

"To him?! He's so annoying! His whole catholic-..." Frank saw the realization hit you. "Fuck."

When Frank broke the news to Matt, he had a similar reaction before storming over to you.

“You left me.” Matt said pointedly.

“What are you talking about?”

“At the church. You fucked up and you ran, you didn’t even say goodbye!”

“I tried to come back for you, they wouldn’t let me in because I was tainted. I tried every day until they told me you were adopted by some old blind guy!”

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Frank Castle aka The Punisher who eas walking home one night. Lightning stuck in the distance followrd by the boom of thunder, the rain soaked through Frank's jacket. Then he heard a nouse amongst the white noise of rain. A whimper, like a dog's, Frank loved dogs, so he went to see. 

You were lying there. Frank's hand drifted to the pistol on his belt. Your breathing was rapid and uneven, youe chest was heaving. You were adorned in a white hospital gown stained with dried blood. Around your wrist was a medical band. Frank could distinctly see the numbers '856' engraved on it. 

Frank walked forward. "I just want to help." He mumbled. You bared your teeth. Your K-9's were sharper than normal, but the snarling sounded hoarse. You weren't a threat. You were barely alive.

Frank took off his jacket and slid it around your shoulders. He helped you to youe feet, you had no shoes, just hospital socks that were throughly soaked. You leaned on Frank heavily, he could see wounds on your legs.

He got you back to his apartment and laid you on the couch. You tried again to growl but it was barely audible. As you layed there, bleeding into his couch, Frank noticed something poking out of your hair. He hesitantly reached up to part your hair. 

"What...the hell are you?" Frank murmured to himself. Under his fingers were dog ears. They were very much teathered to your head. Maybe you were a lab rat. Frank stood, hand running through his hair. 

Clothes. You needed clothes. Frank walked to the little dresser he had and found sweatpants and a tshirt that looked about your size. 

"Im gonna change you." Frank wasn't even sure you could hear him. "That's all im doing." Frank assured you as he slowly slipped the cloth off. Next was food and water. He heated up a can of chicken broth and got a bottled water. Hopefully you could digest all this. He still wasn't sure you were exactly human.

Ftank noticed you were awake. Maybe you had never fallen unconscious. Your eyes were glossed over, but your iris' followed as he moved around the apartment. 

"'M not gonna hurt you. Promise." Frank gestured to the food next to you. "Hopefully you can eat that. If not, we'll figure it out."

You stayed up the whole night, Frank did too. He got a few details out of you. Your name, age, you spoke English,you were a pit bull breed, you had just escaped from a lab bur refused to elaborate further than that it was a lab. For all frank knew, you were a weapon.

Frank wasn't sure what to do. He had grown a slight fondness for you. He had always liked dogs. You kept up with a very tough exterior, it made sense considering everything. You had officially claimed the couh in Frank's apartment, which he didnt mind, since you didnt shed.

Frank bought you a beanie that was crocheted with beautiful deep purple and greens. It hid your ears. It worked out because other than your ears, you looked presentable in public.

The first time Frank came home wounded, you knew before he got ij the door. You smelled the blood.

"Hey-" Frank grunted. "Get the first aid kit-" You were already standing there with the first aid kit. You simply pointed to the bed. Frank sat down, slightly confused and you got to work like it was nothing. You seemed to be an expert, cleaning the wound, applying pressure, stitching and bandages like it was nothing.

"How d'ya know to do all that?"

"Practice."

Frank nodded, satisfied with the answer. It was a bitch to get any information about what happened before all this out of you, but to ne fair, Frank wasn't good at opening up either.

You had nightmares, Frank did know that. He knew it because he had woken up on multiple occasions to you snarling in your sleep. When Frank would wake you, you would sometimes snap at him with your teeth, you had only drawn blood once. You always apologized.

When the two of you would go out, which wasn't often, Frank would pick up on many habits. Most notable was the fact that you did not understand social cues at all, if someone held the door for you, you would just stare. Second was that you always walked closer to the street, and that you always watched exits.

On the quieter nights, Frank would sit on the couch with you, because you wouldn't sit on the bed, and watch what Frank considered to be the pillars of movies. Breakfast Club, Friday the 13th, Back to the Future, Grease, Ghostbusters, 6th Sense, and The Shining, which you did not like. You seemed to enjoy movies. You would quote movies often, it always made Frank chuckle.

Then Frank realized for one mission that he would need backup. He hated the idea of asking you, you had already finished your war, he couldn't thrust you into his. But he needed help desperately and no one else could help.

"Can ya shoot a gun?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Yes."

"Are you..okay with doin' this?"

"Yes."

"Alright then."

He gave you a smaller gun and a combat knife. You went in first, quickly clearing the first room and motioning Frank in. You were a natural. It made Frank’s stomach twist with the implication of what that meant. You seemed to favor the knife, taking risky moves without warning him.

Frank was looking through files, finding names and locations. He didn’t see the door that blended into the wall, a man burst through. Frank’s hand was too far from his gun, he knew it immedietly. The man aimed t Frank. You dove at the man, quickly stabbing him in the shoulder. The gun went off, it barely missed you. You didn’t even stop for a moment, you slit the man’s throat and let his lifeless body tumble to the floor. 

You stood above the man, chest heaving, hands covered in blood. Frank shouted something, but you barely registered it. When you came to, you were in the passenger seat of the van, Frank driving, his knuckles white from how hard he clutched the steering wheel.

As soon as the two of you got into the apartment, Frank slammed the door.

“The fuck was that?!” Frank shouted.

“What?” Your face was neutral if not slightly annoyed.

‘Don’t play innocent, you could have been shot!”

“I don’t regret it.”

“I don’t care! You don’t pull shit like that ever again!” Frank got close to you, almost spitting in your face.

“I’m doing what’s necessary to keep my teammate safe.” Your voice was raised slightly.

“And what if you had been killed?! Huh? Did that thought even occur to you?!”

“Then it would have been worth it.” You nearly snarled.

“Worth it my ass! That was bullshit and you know it!” Frank slammed his hand on the table.

“I’m not going to lose you!” You shouted. 

As soon as it came out, you huffed. Frank stepped away from you, his expression quickly softening. He at once the bed, while you stood staring.

“What a fucked up pair, we are.” Frank grumbled. You chuckled a little. “Well I can’t lose you either, so how about we agree to not kill our selves.”

You nodded.

Then Amy came along. You had an immediete distaste for her. You tolerated her for Frank’s sake, but that was about it. When Amy would try and sit on the couch, you would bare your teeth. The two of you would get into fights constantly.

One day, Amy was walking with Frank, you weren’t there.

“Why are they such a fucking dick?” Amy piped up, obviously talking about you.

“They’re not such a badass. They’ve had a rough story. Same as you and me, but they really like movies.” Frank avoided the question best he could, it didn’t seem like his place to say.

Amy didn’t respond, Frankw as thankful. Hopefully the two of you would get used to eachother and ca,m down.

One late night, Frank came back with takeout to find you and Amy fighting, but this was worse than normal.

“Woah, woah, what’s happening?” Frank started.

“She was tryin’ to convince the neighbors she was kidnapped! They called the police, I had to convince them it was fake!” You snarled out.

Frank glanced at Amy. “Why the hell would you do that. Thought we moved past that.”

“I can stay at a friends place, I have a fake identity ready, just wanted to get out!” Amy shouted.

“Of course you’re fucking running! There’s bigger stuff to deal with than your feelings!” You growled out.

“It’s none of your business!” Amy shouted back.

“It is my damn business! You’re gonna get us all killed because of your fucking shelfishness!”

Amy turned to Frank.

Matt sat by the bar, nursing a whiskey while listening to snippets of conversations. He eventually got up to go talk to Fisk, when you spammed into him. You were holding a drink that spilled over Matt.

"Oh goodness, im so sorry-"

"Don't worry about it."

"Oh your suit is stained...Im so sorry, truly! Ill pay for the dry cleaning-"

Matt smiled slightly. "Its alright, really." 

He heard someone approach, a man. Very tall, strong. As soon as he walked over your heartbeat sped up rapidly. At first maybe Matt thought it was your husband and that it was just love, but you sounded absolutely terrified.

The man pushed you behind him. "Im sorry about my wife. She's clumsy, y'know."

"Oh no need to apologize, it was an accident." 

The man smiled at Matt and walked away, Matt noticed the way the man held you, tightly, by the wrist. Something in Matt's heart sunk.

He listened to you the rest of the night. You were so polite with everyone, the service workers, other guests, even the assholes. 

Then Matthew heard you get dragged into a different room by your husband.

“You’re making a fool of me, that shit you pulled with the blind guy.”

“It was an accident.”

“You were flirting with him! Don’t do your little coy shit with me!” Matt grimaced at the sharp sound of a slap.

“…I’m sorry.”

“Damn right you are.” He left, straightening his jacket.

Later in the party, Matthew got you alone, across the ballroom from your husband.

“May I have this dance?” Matt said in his most charming tone.

“Well I guess it’s the least I could do to repay you.” You smiled as Matt took you by the waist, trying to be so gentle. 

As the two of you danced slowly, Matt pulled you close.

“Does he treat you right?”

“Uh…He’s just- passionate.”

“I can help you escape.”

“It’s- unessasary. A man like you should not get involved with a man like him.”

"Where are your parents, kid?"

"My mums not awake."

"...tell me more about the atmosphere."

You happily told Frank everything there was to know about the atmosphere.

And such began Frank's wierd friendship with you. He soon met your mom, single and struggling with alcoholism and getting used to one income. She usually didnt get home until late at night, so she gave you permission to go to Frank's after school.

Frank helped with homework and got you fed. Your mother tried a few times to pay him, but to Frank, you wrote a delightful distraction from his Punisher work. Frank even got you an astronomy book for your birthday.

When you started middleschool, you were bullied for being wierd. You came to Frank crying because you were beaten up behind the school where there were no teachers. Frank expertly cleaned your wounds and taught you how to get out of a lot of holds.

Your love for astronomy never faded. Even into highschool, you spent much time in science club, star gazers, NHS, and a bunch of other smart kid classes Frank couldn't even begin to describe. You never let Frank call himself dumb though.

When you were 16, you did on a project on criminal justice and discovered that Frank was the Punisher. You cried all night when you found out, worrying that one morning you would wake and Frank would be a corpse. It almost broke Frank's heart as you begged his to stop.

Frank heard you fight with your mother late one night. It was a full blown screaming match, because she wanted you to not go to college to help pay bills. You wanted to be an astronaut, you always had.

You left that night. Frank wasn't horribly worried, you were independent and so damn smart, plus you knew how to use a pistol thanks to Frank.

Over the next 10 years, Frank saw your name in the papers a few times, he always looked. You were Summa Cum Laude in your astobiology class. You won awards, got higher up in the ranks. Frank was so proud.

And then he gets a call while out on a mission. Frank huffed and answered. 

"Yes."

"This is NASA, would I be correct in assuming this is Francis Gerard Castiglione?"

"Who's askin'?"

"There is an astronaut that is requesting your company before launch."

Frank immediately assumed it was you. "When?"

"2pm tomorrow, Launch is at 4."

"Tell em' I'll be there."

Frank hung up and looked at the street infront of him. You were going to space. Of course you were. And you wanted him there.

Frank showed up in the nicest outfit he had...which wasn't saying an insane amount, a button up and jeans that weren't stained with blood.

You were in an orange jumpsuit, the top not on, but tied around your waist, under it was a white shirt. On the inside of your jumpsuit was a pair of golden wings embroidered on with your name on it. You looked tired and like you had been crying. Maybe you had, space was a big deal.

“Uh…Hi Frank. Thanks for coming…it means a lot.”

“Any time, kid.” You gestured to a bench to sit at, “so…space.”

“Space.”

“What are you goin’ up to see?”

“A cluster of stars have been moving…it’s like nothing ever recorded. I’m just gonna see what’s up.”

“Wow…that’s- fuck that’s cool. I’m proud of ya, kid.” 

You smiled, but it felt forced. Frank could feel this sense of doom looming off of you. 

“Is this…not a good thing, kid?” 

“No…it’s great.”

“I know you love space, but if this ain’t somethin’ you’re wanting to do, you don’t have to.”

“I know…I want to do it, I’m just worried that people will forget about me.”

“Well…I’ll always remember you, plus, everyone will remember about the coolest fuckin’ astronaut when you come down.”

“Guess they will.” That didn’t seem to reassure you.

Frank stayed to see the launch. He was given a front row seat, the woman who he sat next to was bawling her eyes out, maybe everyone in the front were people important to the crew…maybe that lady was just nervous.

As soon as launch was over, the whole front area was brought into a pasture, it was beautiful. It was beautiful until Frank noticed the gravestones. Until he saw the one with your name on it. 

Frank opens the door. Youre standing there shaking like a leaf. Blood is splattered all over your clothes, you wouldn't even look Frank in the eye.

"What happened, kid?" Frank grumbled in the gentlest voice he could muster.

"I-...something bad." You saif in a voice so small, Frank almost missed it. "I cant...good to Mr. Murdock."

Frank had told you, the first time he saw you with Matt that if you ever needed his help, he was available. Frank stepped aside to let you in. 

"Go to the bathroom and Ill clean ya up." Frank said as he shut the door. He walked into the bathroom to find you sitting on the toilet seat, picking at the ashes on your knuckles. "Stop that." He swatted your hand away. "Anything that needs stitiches?"

You nodded and rolled up your sleeve to show a pretty deep stab wound in your shoulder. Frank sighed and got up to get supplies.

"So what kinda shit do you start?" You looked down. Frank began to clean the wound. "Cmon, its me. You know I've done worse."

"I killed someone..." Frank looked up, he knew killing was as big as deal to you as it was to Matt. 

"What happened?"

"I was doing an errand Mr Murdock, just beating up some guy in an alley who wouldn't leave girls alone, and he pulled a knife. He just wouldnt- he wouldn't let up. He was...doing some actual damage and I snapped and slammed his head back against a wall...and there was a piece jutting out and it just-...went in."

"Well it sounds like he deserved it." Drank murmured as he started the stitches. He glanced up and noticed that didnt seem to help. "It wasn't like you were planning on killing him." 

"But I didnt help him."

"Its gonna be fine, kid...I promise. You're still young, you can get away from this. You're not evil."

"How do you know that? How do you know im not just- hiding it?!" 

"Because bad people dont worry that they're bad. And I see good in you, so does Red."

"How am I supposed to tell him?"

"That's you killed someone?"

"Yeah."

"Just tell him what you told me. Red ain't some all powerful judge."

"But he's-...perfect! Hes a symbol of hope and goodwill, and he was already doing me a favor helping me. Hes so amazing! And Im just-...not."

Frank wrapped up your knuckles. "Hes not an angel either, sure he's got his whole high and mighty act, but he's just human. Same as you and me."

"He probably already knows....he probably heard it."

"Maybe. But even if worst comes to worst, he's not gonna just- cast you out. Hes got too much moral fuzzies for that."

"Can I stay here tonight?"

Frank Castle aka the Punisher who went to Madani. She had scientists, right? Madani directed Frank to a chrmical analyzer. The blood he collected was confirmed to be from you. He had gotten your identity right.

"And the chemicals?" Frank gritted out, pacing a hole in the floor.

"Well...it seems like it's two main compounds, one of them is a chemical that is often used for mind control. The other is...harder to explain. Their blood samples came out theirs but it had been altered. Whoever has them has been messing with their genes and have infused it with a super soldier’s." The girl said. Frank could hear the fear in her voice. He understood. It wasn’t every day the Punisher burst into a lab demanding answers.

"Meaning what."

"The second compound is basically the only thing keeping them alive. If they go without it for too long, their body will just...shut down." That's why you were vomiting blood. Your body was shutting down on you.

"Can you separate the mind control shit from the other stuff? And can you make it so that it injects somewhere that isn't their mask?"

"I can most likely do both. I need time to do that though."

"We dont fuckin' have time! They're out there having God knows what happen to them!" You could be being tortured, or being forced to torture someone, or you could be having your mind wiped, or you might already be dead. Frank took a breath, noticing that the scientist was shaking. "I'm sorry. I just need this as fast as you can do it."

"Give me two weeks."

Two weeks later, exactly, Frank returned to find a very exhausted scientist grinning. On her desk was hundreds of papers and a whiteboard completely full. On the desk was also multiple vials of liquids of varying colors.

"You did it?"

"Yeah. Okay so, first of all I got the compound stable alone, so if you put these," she gestured to a specific cluser of vials, "in the little device that I'll show you in a sec, they should be stable with no more mind control stuff!" The scientist rushed to get a cardboard box, she pulled out something that looked similar to an insulin pump. "They can just put this on their belt loop! The little needle goes into their hip, dosent really matter where as long as it's not the stomach, and they just need to change the vial every 12 hours!"

Frank stared in amusement as the scientist went on to ramble about all of her findings.

"That's amazing, kid. Thank you. Really."

"And um- I know this whole thing is probably going to become a whole government thing, but I'd love to continue to help in any way I can."

"Alright, kid. Thanks again." Frank placed a wad of cash on the table and took all the items and left.

Now all he needed to do was find you.

Frank looked first at who he knew you had killed, politicians and bankers all working with one guy in particular. Ftank found he assumed would be your next logical target and stalked him. By day 4, Frank was losing hope. He was lying on a rooftop, trying to catch some sleep when he heard someone step onto the roof. He opened his eyes to find you once again standing above him.

"Are we gon' have to do this all again?"

You fired, Frank curved to the side. Although the you firing at him part was bad, what was worse was that apparently you didn't remember him, which meant your memories had been tampered with again.

"I'm a friendly! Look- that's you!" Frank shouted as he got your military ID into your hand. You glanced at it, then glanced at it again. You studied the words and the picture of a much younger you. Frank took the chance to land a heavy blow right to your face, knocking you out cold. 

"I'm sorry."

Ftank.got you sitting up against the roof wall and got your mask off. Your lips had become very chapped. Frank lifted your shirt up enough to fasten on the hip needle. Once it was secured, he stepped away. He managed to get you over his shoulder and carried you back to the scientist.

You awoke in a room that was flooded with florescent lights. You sat up with a start, had you been taken? Then all these memories flooded back. Killing people slowly. Torturing men until they weren't recognizable, taking children from their parents. Sleeping in a cold dark room on the floor, being tied down to a chair, surgical tables. You were on a surgical table right now. You tried to scramble off, only to find yourself handcuffed to the table.

Frank awoke from the chair he had dozed off on, suptised to see you very much awake and pulling at the handcuff.

"Hey! Woah- take a breath. You're okay! I swear! Do you remember me?"

You nodded. Frank inhaled. That was something, maybe you were gaining some memory back. 

"Yeah. That's good. Kinda hard to forget this mug, eh?"

You pulled at the handcuff again.

"I know. Its just for peace of mind. That lady over there," Frank pointed to Madani who was hovering in the corner. "She can help you, but she's really fuckin' paranoid. But she's gonna help. Ain't ya?" Frank gestured for Madani to come over.

Madani stalked over, standing a good distance away from you. "Hello. Im special agent Dinah Madani, and you are?"

You just stared at her.

"Yeah, they dont do the whole talkin' thing so well." At that moment, yoru hip injection went off, you hissed and tried to take it out. 

"Hey- dont touch that! Its to keep you not getting sick. Its not dangerous I promise." Frank assured you.

The scientist wondered over. "Uh...if it isn't too big of a deal...Could you take off your vest so I can do a checkup?" You stared again, clearly unnerving the scientist before you unbuckled your combat vest and the bulletproof one underneath, leaving you in a thin black undershirt. The scientist set the stethoscope over your chest and did the whole breathe in breathe out thing.

As you followed the scientist's request, Frank got a look at your arms and neck. They were scarred many times over, slashes, stab wounds, bullet wounds, shrapnel and burns and a handful of surgery marks. It made it hard for Frank to breathe, yes he'd seen scars, but never this many this severe.

"I killed them." Frank had to do a double take. That was you, you has a very raspy voice from not being used.

"What?"

"I killed them. My family." Your eyes were downcast and your brows were knit together. "It was my first mission."

"That wasn't your fault," Frank began. "Whatever the hells been going on, you weren't in control."

"My mom recognized me. Asked me if it was really me, she went to hug me...I shot her in the head before she could get close enough. And my baby sister..." You bit your lip. 

Madani stepped forward. "Do you know who did all this?" 

"I...I remember their faces...I dont- I..." You trailed off.

Madani didn’t notice your distress and just kept pushing. “Okay, well can you give me locations?”

Frank saw something dim in your eye, maybe the hope that you had found kind people. “Yeah. There’s one in Maryland…” you started listing off addresses all over the US. The scientist was still working on you, now taking your blood pressure while taking some samples. Frank realized how it must look for you. People questioning you while you were still being injected with chemicals and scientists were still working on you.

“Can both of you back up please?!” Frank snapped. “God! They just escaped god knows what just to be fucking poked and prodded and questioned! Give them some fuckin’ space!” Madani side eyed Frank but backed away, the scientist finished her sample and took off the blood pressure machine.

Frank turned back to you. You had curled in on yourself slightly. You had stopped pulling at the handcuff, but the past struggle had left a noticeable mark. “When’s the last time you ate.” Your head snapped up, clearly not expecting the question.

“1800, yesterday.” Frank checked his watch. It was nearly 11pm. 

Frank turned to Madani, “Can you get something for them to eat, or are your questions more important.”

“Do we even know that they eat like a normal person?”

“Goddammit Madani, do you have an MRE?”

“Probably.”

“Ok, let’s do that.”

Madani huffed as she left. “You’re not in charge, Frank.”

Frank turned to you. “How re you feeling? And don’t say fine because everyone in this building would know that’s fuckin’ bullshit.”

“…like I just went through a forever hell week.”

Frank chuckled. “I bet you do.”

Madani returned with a chili and macaroni MRE and handed it to you. Frank noticed that Madani grazed your fingers and quickly retracted and wiped her hand on her jacket. You seemed to notice too, as you mumbled out a sorry.

“So about the location…”

“God, Madani.”

“I can take you to the main location and take you around. I still have my keycard.” Frank stared at you. You were going back? Willilngly? 

“You don’t need to do that. You just got out.” Frank hissed, glaring at Madani. “There are other people who can go.”

“I know that, but I have the keycard and I know my way around…and I need to atone.”

“You don’t have to atone for shit! You weren’t in control! It wasn’t your fault.”

“I need to do this…please.”

Madani stepped in before Frank could do anymore reasoning you out of it. “So it’s settled, we go in a week.” She left without another word.

Frank glanced at you, he could see the terror you were trying to hide. “You don’t have to do this.”

“…I want to.”

Then Foggy tells Matt about a restaurant his brother told him about. It’s a burger place run by a mom and daughter. All the ingredients are completely fresh, the food isn’t just chemicals.

When Matt got there he was delightfully greeted by you, you had a thick southern accent that sounded like honey to Matt.

“Hey there fellas, sit where ya’d like and come up when yer’ ready!”

Matt huffed and tilted his head to the side, Foggy nudged Matt to a stool at the counter, Matt didn’t mind, maybe you would talk to him more.

You walked over, “So what can I do for yall?”

Matt smiled “What would you recommend?”

“Ah, well I’d do the Cheeseburger with the works, and that’s lettuce tomato, pickle, ketchup, mayo, and diced onions, and then we’ve got almost anythin’ you can add, except mustard.”

“How come?”

“Well I just don’ like mustard!”

Foggy chuckled, and Matt grinned. “Fair enough. I’ll do that please.”

“And I’ll do the chilie dog!” Said Foggy.

“Comin’ right up!”

You walked behind the counter and repeated the orders to your mother, Matt assumed that the preparation was visible from the counter, as foggy was staring, and Matt didn’t sense any barrier. While you were grilling, your mother came over. She also had quite a southern accent.

“Anything ta drink?”

“I’ll do your best sweet tea!” Chirped Foggy.

“Water is fine for me.” Matt said.

Out came the drinks and soon after, the food. It was just wonderful, the patty was warm and juicy, and the bun was toasted perfectly. Matt could taste the spices but it didn’t overpower anything. Foggy was already halfway done with his chilie dog.

“Yall two city folks?” You questioned, as you came back behind the counter.

“Yes, we’re lawyers in Hell’s Kitchen.” Replied Foggy.

“Ah, business men! How wonderful!”

Matt chuckled. “It’s not all that glamorous.”

“All the sounds of the city, keeps me up! ‘M used ta crickets!” You giggled.

“That sounds nice.” Matt grumbled with a huff. “Sometimes the noise is a lot for me too.” Matt left you a generous tip, and the two went off.

As they left, you called, “Come again!”

Frank Castle aka The Punisher who was working at the construction site when he met you. You were also there a lot of overtime. You sat alone for lunch, no one tried to talk to you. 

One day Frank needed to know where a tool was. He went to you, seeing that you were much less bothersome than the others. He waited for you to finish the wall you were working on, then cleared his throat.

"Hey. D'ya know where they moved the demolition forks?"

You turned to Frank. The first thing Frank noticed was the scar on your neck. It looked like you had been sliced in the neck, and the scar didnt heal just right. You started moving your hands in what Frank assumed was ASL.

"Uh. I dont know what you're saying. You mute or something?" You nodded. "Ok...uh, can you show me where the forks are?" You nodded again and walked off. 

Life just went like that. You sat with Frank for lunch, worked nearby each other, you were a runaway. Things had gotten messy, youd been on your own since you were 13. You actually lived in the same building as him, so the two of you walked home together often. Frank was slowly picking up sign language just from being around yoh so often. You knew about Lisa and the kids, about the Marines, everything.

When shit started going down, and Frank had to pick up the Punihser suit again, you stood by him. He tried to push you away, but you wouldnt budget.

"Its too dangerous.

"I dont care. You can't just dissappear. I can fight. I will fight."

"I knoe you can." It was true, one night the two of you were at a bar, and Frank got into some trouble, and you punched the guy so hard, he passed out. "But this is more than punching a drunk! This is killing!"

"I've killed before. I'm willing to do it again for a friend."

"Fuck. There's no letting this go is there?"

"No."

You were there for everything. Russo, Madani, Amy, that priest dude, and not once did you falter. It almost scared Frank. You were so willing to do what was necessary. 

You did pack quite a punch. One night, you admitted to Frank the you had special abilities. You had gotten your hands splashed by chemicals when you were very young, giving you stronger skin, muscle and bones.

You patched Frank up whenever he needed, refused to let him do it alone. Made sure Frank was actually eating something and sleeping...a little.

He knew you had nightmares. He had heard you make sounds in your sleep, your eyebrows knit together. One very very late night you opened up.

"I had a brother. I gave up everything for him, gave up my childhood. I killed to protect him. We were-"

Frank wasn't sure what the following sign was, so you clarified.

"No mom, dad."

"Orphans?"

"Orphans. The orphanage sent me away when I killed."

“Is your brother still alive?”

“Don’t know. He was disabled. Might have had a hard time.”

Frank just sat in the silence with you. When all the shit that the punisher brought had been slowing down, you found that you loved to cook. Frank gladly teacher you everything he knew, and helped you get into a culinary class. You parted ways there.

2 years later, you heard a knock on the door of you apartment, you huffed. It was late, who could it possibly be?

You opened the door to none other than Frank Castle himself, a bit more wrinkled around the eyes, a few grey hairs in his hair visible.

“I need help.”

“What kind?”

“A…friend of mine is going through something. He can’t do it alone. Just one night.”

what if Ghost and Gaz are on mission together, and Ghost gets separated and cornered

and the enemies soldiers kinda recognise him, cause maybe they had some old connections with Roba, and yadda yadda they manage to over power Ghost cause it's like 5v1 and they decide to torture him a bit and blah blah hours later

Gaz finding Ghost half buried in dirt, nearly dead and in the middle of a panic attack

and that's all my brain has got rn

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garricks who is forced to separate from his teammate, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley because of an explosion. Kyle rushes to a civi house, convincing some woman to let him stay in the dining room until it’s safe.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley who is forced to separate from his teammate Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garricks because of an explosion, he rushes into an abandoned store, only to find it being occupied by…no. No way in fuck. The ROBA symbol stares Ghost straight in the eye, he’s so taken off balance, that he dosent hear the man come up behind him and electrocute him. Before he passes out, he distinctly hears,

“holy shit! Isn’t that the guy we carved open? The one who escaped? We’re getting such a pay raise!” Kyle only found Ghost by his tracker, when Kyle stood above the blinking dot, he saw nothing but…disturbed soil. Shit. Kyle dove down and dug as fast as he could while calling evac. When Ghost awoke alone in the hospital, he felt a searing pain in his shoulder, when he glanced down he found a brand new scar. Fucking typical. The scar was carved though, ROBA was now permanently driven into his skin on display. Kyle walked in as Ghost stared at it.

“Y’know, Lt., you were shakin’ so bad we thought you were seizing. Just a…fucked up panic attack.”

Ghost couldn’t even hear Kyle, couldn’t respond, it was just buzzing until Kyle left. Then Ghost’s vision focused on the pill bottle nearby. That’ll do.

Matthew Murdock aka Daredevil who was born a twin. You were older by 7 minutes and you held that above Matt's head. You never really cared about school, while Matt studied, you did odd jobs in the apartment complex for money. You were always very protective of your baby brother. Walking him to and from school every day.

You were there for the accident. You had tried to pull him back, but when Matt set his mind to help someone, he did. As soon as Matt screamed from the chemicals, you rushed forward. You tried to clean the chemicals away from his eyes best you could, ignoring the burns it left on your fingers.

Matt can to this day remember you begging for help, holding him in your arms. 

You helped tremendously to Matt's adjustment to be being blind, learning braille right along with him, helping him around. You bought Matt soundproof headphones with your own money. 

When your father was shot, you begged Matt to stay inside, but ultimately followed him outside. While Matt moved to wherever he was needed, you were giving the police information. When the two of you got to the church, you both passed out almost immediately, but Matt awoke the next morning and found you sitting with your back against the wall next to his bed, asleep.

You hated the church. You hated that they wouldn't let you go do work. So you snuck out, looking for anyone that would hire a kid. That's when you discovered that the chemicals had affected you too. Your hands were strong, you could lift heavy items with no trouble. A construction worker took pity on you, hired you for $7 an hour.

Matt hated that he didnt know where his sibling was. You wouldn't tell him. You came home exhausted smelling like the ground. You were usually gone when Matt woke up, and got to school late, if you showed up at all. Matt heard the nuns mutter about what a waste you were.

Whenever Matt needed anything, you were there. You got him a better cane, his red glasses, nicer sheets, his favorite snacks. You patched Matt up when he got into fights, helped Matt with reading. Even though the two of you were twins, you acted years older.

The church began to take notice of your sins. They told you not to skip, but you couldn't stop working. What if Matt broke his glasses again? What if he needed new headphones? You refused. You were punished. 

Matt heard it. He heard you get beat, thrown into isolation. Over and over and over. One night he asked you why you stayed.

"Who else would make sure you dont fall down a flight of stairs?" You tried to joke as you winced from flexing your shoulders.

One morning, as you walked home from work, $30 in your pocket, the sun was still rising, a man came behind you. He put a knife to your throat and demanded money. You couldn’t give him your money, you needed to get Matt money for his schoolbooks in braille! The man droned on in your ear, all you could think about was Matt. You had to get back. In an instant, you stepped on the man’s shoe and bolted away. You paid no mind to the thin cut on your neck. You ignored the man’s shouts and ran to the church. The man managed to grab your pant leg as you climbed the stairs, he pulled you down and pinned you under him, holding the knife to your cheek. You used your strength to push off the concrete and flip around, the knife clattering a few inches away. You grabbed it. The metal was warm in your hands.

Matt arose to the sound of screams just outside the church. You hadn’t returned, Matt’s heart began to beat faster as he rushed to the commotion. When he stepped outside, his nose was immediately filled with the smell of blood. He tried to make sense of what he could hear and smell. You, standing above a man…a dead man, blood all over the stairs. A priest stepped forward.

“You have spilled blood on the stairs of a holy building. You are a devil. Be gone.” The man held a crucifix out infront of you.

“N-no! You can’t do that someone has to take care of Matth-“ You begged as someone dragged you away. You couldn’t even focus on who. Just Matt standing there, his lips pursed. The crucifix infront of you.

Matt listened to you leave. He tried to go with you, but sister Sarah wouldn’t allow it.

They always did say the Murdocks had the devil in them.