#doesthekilling

“You’re joking, right Frank?”

He had to be. There was absolutely no way that Frank Castle was down on one knee in front of him, stubbornly holding up a plain silver band, jaw set with resolution. No. Swallowing, he laughed again, backing up, confused. “You’re just fucking with me.” Another forced laugh, and he stumbled back further until his back hit the wall. 

He was laughing, but Billy didn’t truly find any of this amusing.

This was everything he’d ever wanted. Frank, his. Only his.

But he’d always known it wasn’t possible. Not with Frank’s faith, crumbled as it was- his childhood brainwashing telling him that men were not allowed to love other men. Their relationship had been rough, destructive... not marriage material. Everything that had happened between them... no. This was a joke. It had to be. His smile faded slowly, and he swallowed hard.

“C’mon Bill, just jump.” They had only just returned from tour and as, temporarily, free men they decided to get good and drunk and started daring each other to do stupid shit. Frank just scaled the wall after having streaked in the park and thrown his clothes back on when he decided he really wanted to see Billy try and climb up a tree.

It was all well until it wasn’t, when Billy realised that he wasn’t going to be able to get town.

“Jump down, I’m gonna catch you.”

Hang in there.

Now he knew how that fucking kitten felt. 

“Get fucked, Frank,” the words were fairly spat down at the man on the ground as Billy sat on a branch that was feeling decidedly less and less sturdy the longer he remained perched upon it. Watching Frank streak through the park had been nothing short of goddamn hilarious, so when Frank had returned and dared him to simply climb a tree? He figured it would be piss easy. Right up until he realised that there was no simple way down and that he, with the dumb-ass bravado that came with copious amounts of drinking- had got himself too high up to comfortably drop down. Even with Frank’s dubious offer of catching him.

Today, it was the latter. Frank didn’t even remember what he’d said before suddenly, a scalding hot coffee splashed into his face.

“Are you out of your goddamn MIND, Bill?!” He took his jacket off and used it to wipe at his face.

There were moments when he still wanted to kill Frank Castle.

Rare as they were, interspersed with moments of obsession and dependency, there were times where Billy wanted nothing more than to utterly d e s t r o y the man, to tear him apart until Frank was just as fractured as he was. The violence was, for the most part, tempered by his medication; keeping him from doing anything too rash. The coffee, thrown viciously into Frank’s face with a hiss had been all that he’d intended before rising swiftly to his feet, stalking toward the door.

“Are you out of your goddamn MIND-”

That did it.

With a vicious s n a r l, Billy whirled around and hurled the mug at Franks head. No sooner had the thing made contact (either with its intended target or the wall behind the man,) Billy had surged forward and leaped, long legs aiming to curl around Frank’s midsection as both hands sought out his throat with malicious intent. Certainly, the pills kept him calm... when he took them correctly. When he wasn’t being riled up or provoked.

“Really?”

@ficklecollection // William

The kick to the stomach had followed a punch to the jaw and a sweep of William’s legs across Logan’s own: sending him sprawling into the dust. As the blonde’s boot collided once, twice, three times with his stomach it was all Logan could do to absorb the blows, arms curling up over his head to protect it from the heavy strikes. Coughing and spluttering, he barely had time to react as William swooped down upon him, grabbing at his collar and forcing him onto his back. Wide, dark eyes stared up in horror at his brother-in-law, as the cool metal pressed against his throat. 

Reminiscent of that first day... back in Westworld- the first time he’d seen the darkness within his then-employee. To think how things had changed since then.

“Hey- Hey- stop-”