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After watching the Daredevil: Born Again Season 2 trailer… remove a doubt for me real quick.

Did we all watch the same Netflix show? The same chaotic Season 1 of DBA, with the one real spark being Frank’s return and Karen pushed right to the center of the finale?

We all heard Frank Castle’s heart pounding for her, right? Shaving, fixing himself up, desperately trying to find a way to talk to her again. Picking up the guns for her. Letting himself get captured for her.

And now, what the fuck, Karedevil is just back like someone snapped their fingers? No Frank Castle vs the Task Force? No Frank Castle in the rebellion? No tangled hearts, no emotional fallout, no real questions finally being asked?

Frank picked up the paper carefully.

- “Alright,” he muttered. “Let’s see what’s going on in that head. Fair’s fair, considering you’re reading mine like a damn open book.”.

And he began to read.

What does it feel like to question yourself? Does it hurt?

It does, because doubt sits with you in the dark and asks who you really are. Because growth is never gentle.

Tell me you never wanted to quit. Tell me you never felt fear tighten around your chest. Tell me you never thought : I can’t do this anymore.

And yet, you did.

You kept reaching out. You kept carrying weight that was never fully yours. You kept protecting what mattered, even when you felt empty. Even when no one was watching.

You survived your pain. You earned your joy.

Last night, I lost mine.

I once believed love and courage could smooth the rough edges of life. They couldn’t. They helped for a moment, but they never repaired the cracks in my heart. At best, they quieted them.

A dear friend once told me I needed to write my truth. To write the story because stories never end. They only change.

So this is my part.

I don’t want to let grief make my choices. I want to face my ghosts. I want to speak to them. And ask them not to turn me into someone they would hate.

So,

Thank you, Mom, for loving me even when you were too weak to live.

Thank you, David, my sweet little brother. For guiding me. For being the best part of me.

I ended your life. Not on purpose. But by my hand all the same.

That sound, the glass breaking, the car flipping over. That’s when my heart did too. It’s followed me ever since.

Dad, thank you. I took from you your own flesh, your son. And every night, I can still hear your scream when you realized he wasn’t breathing anymore.

Still, you gave me one thing : a chance to run free.

Thank you, Ben, for caring. For giving me purpose. For protecting me from the darkest monsters in this city. I know it cost you your life.

Thank you, Foggy for being my home. For being my best friend. For being the new light in my life.

Thank you, Matt for saving my life more times than I can count. For giving me a place in your world. For being honest about who you really are. For loving me, even when your heart belonged to someone else.

Thank you, Frank Castle for letting me hold you. For showing me the man beneath the skull. Knowing you was a challenge like no other. It changed me.

Before you, I was just a child. Now I know the truth about this world’s darkness, And I know you were trying to protect me from it.

Loving you all. Losing you all.

That’s what made me stronger.

And I hope this strength won’t be the end of me but my rebirth.

Hi guys ! Here, my new fanfiction centered on Karen Page, blending the dark streets of Daredevil’s Hell’s Kitchen with the mutant powers of the X-Men. Hoe you like it =)

"After the tragedy of Foggy Nelson’s death and Matt Murdock’s disappearance, Karen Page is left alone, haunted by grief and nightmares. But something ancient stirs within her : a latent X-gene that awakens powers she cannot fully control : telepathy, telekinesis and a consuming darkness.

Captured by Wilson Fisk, Karen faces a psychological war, as he tempts her with ultimate power and vengeance, seeking to turn her into a weapon to control New York.

Only one person refuses to abandon her : Frank Castle, the Punisher, determined to save her from herself, from Fisk, and from the destructive entity rising inside her."

I wanted to write about what was left unseen.

Before San Francisco.

After Foggy’s death.

How did Karen get Frank’s number ? Something happened.

Let's find out from the death of Foggy Nelson to the dawn of the Punisher's Special. Welcome to the shadows of history.

There’s a taste in my mouth tonight. Burnt. Bitter. Like black coffee gone cold because you got lost thinking about what could’ve been.

Funny how life circles back. Same streets. Same shadows. Same feeling like I’ve already been here, died here, just to walk it again. It’s just the universe laughing while you step into the same wound twice.

And then… there you are. Blue eyes, clear enough to drown in, steady enough to damn a man.

I swear, every time you look at me like that, something in my chest tries to breathe again and that’s the worst pain there is. The kind that hopes. The kind that remembers.

I don’t talk much. Lost the habit. Words never saved anyone. Bullets did. Rage did. But looking at you, hell, I’d trade every weapon I ever touched just to have one honest sentence with you that didn’t taste like blood and regret.

So listen, just this once. Don’t say a word. Let me fall apart without trying to catch me.

I was made for war. That’s the truth. I burn better than I heal. And every day I wake up wondering if I’ve become the thing I was fighting. If all I ever did was prove that monsters come in the shape of men trying to do right.

But you… You saw a man under the ruin. Even when I forgot he was there.

I never earned that. I never knew what to do with it. That’s my sin, not yours.

And still, here we are. Coffee bitterness on my tongue, memory like a knife inside my ribs, and your eyes, Christ, those eyes, quiet, patient, tearing me open without touching a damn thing.

I’m tired, Karen. Bone-tired. The kind of tired you don’t sleep off.

Sometimes I think peace isn’t a place. It’s a person. And I walked away from mine because I was afraid I’d burn her too.

You think I don’t know what I lost? I know. I feel it every time I point a gun, every time I see a sunrise that looks better than I deserve. I feel it now, when the city’s finally breathing free and all I can taste is loneliness and what-ifs.

You listen like you always did. Quiet. Honest. No pity. That’s the cruelest mercy you ever gave me.

Here’s the truth, plain and ugly :

I was never scared of dying. I was scared of living in a world where you loved me because then I’d have something left to lose.

And I lost it anyway.

So keep looking at me like that. Let me feel human for one more breath. Let the ghost of who we could’ve been sit with us in this damn silence.

Then I’ll walk away. Because loving you was the only thing I never survived. And the only thing I’d do again if this world were kinder, and I were less of a weapon.

But it ain’t. And I’m not.

So take this moment. It’s the only one I get. A man admitting, just once, that he wasn’t made to be alone. He just chose to be because you deserved something living.

And me? I’ll keep the hope rotting quietly in my chest.

Because it came from you. And that means it’s the only pure thing I’ve ever carried.

After the teaser for Daredevil Born Again Season 2, which didn’t exactly promise anything good for fans of Frank and Karen... I couldn’t resist writing a story about our favorite pair, using the elements we currently have. Spoilers ahead if you haven’t seen the DBA S2 teaser.

Frank and Karen, the perfect balance between shadow and light, the heart and soul of Daredevil and Punisher. No matter what comes next, fans know the road ahead will be hard… but the most beautiful stories live on through us.

Keep believing, keep loving them, because theirs is a story where love, light still shine, even when darkness falls.

Karen's words were unguarded, breathless.

“I love you,” she said, “From the start. Entirely. Completely.”

And Frank didn’t speak. He just pulled her against him, his arms closing around her like he could keep her there, like he could stop time from moving. His breath shook against her hair.

He didn’t say it, but she could feel it : the way his silence screamed that he loved her too, in every fractured way a broken man can.

Because Frank Castle knew, with terrifying clarity, that he would never love like this again. Not after Maria. Not after Karen.

These were the ghosts that defined him : the only women who had ever seen the man beneath the ruin.

He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing her in, memorizing her like she was the last light he’d ever see.

“You keep the light, Karen,” he murmured to himself. “I’ll take the dark.”

And with that, Frank Castle, a man who had already died once — disappeared again into the night.

Frank caught up to Karen, his heart a battlefield of regret and desire. She had chosen another path — but he wouldn’t let the shadows of his past dictate the end of this fight.

I am tired. Tired of watching Daredevil: Born Again erase everything we once loved. So I keep dreaming. I keep writing. I imagine what The Punisher Season 3 could have been—if it hadn’t been canceled.

We all know Dario, now carrying Daredevil’s story, was building new threads between Frank and Karen, continuing the original Netflix saga. I even suspect he borrows from these unfinished stories to create scenes that serve the romance between Matt and Karen.

I chose to publish a story where Frank, Peter Parker and Karen Page collide.

This is a story of balance. Shadow and light. Frank and Peter. Side by side. Standing at the edge of a universe that tests them, challenges them, refuses to let them rest. And still together—they rise.