#prisoner616

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@prisoner616 ​ cont.

Max’s and Pumpkin’s heads together were big enough to take up Malik’s entire midsection, but the teen would never dare to complain about it. Not even when he was forced to lie on the floor just to accommodate for the two of them.

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“You better start explainin’ yourself.”

A long moment of silence entered the room before the all-too familiar click of a hammer rang out.

“Well!?”

“Stop, please! You... You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Oh yeah? Try me, kid.”

Arrie’s legs were shaking from having to stand still for too long. She knew he couldn’t see the blood that was starting to drip down her injured leg. Her breath was shaking as she tried to find the right words to say. This wasn’t how she imagined she was going to die.

“I’m... I’m a shapeshifter.”

“Bullshi-”

“I’ll prove it! Turn on the lights. You had a dog that was shot in the leg, didn’t you?”

The Punisher wordlessly stomped over to a light switch, the gun still level with her head. God, it was so hard to stand. He looked Arrie up and down, eyes widening as he saw the bloody pant leg. 

“What the-” Arrie refused to lower her hands as Frank looked around to try and find the dog in question. When he didn’t, he made his way back to her, the barrel now just within her periphery. “What the fuck is going on here? You spyin on me?”

“What?! No, why would I-?!”

“I’d pick your next words real carefully, kid,” he growled, the barrel pressed against her skull.

“Look, I’m a mutant, okay?! I was attacking a mutant trafficking ring, and I got shot while I was getting away. I got tired, so I passed out behind that dumpster where you found me. I was expecting for animal control to find me, not the fucking Punisher!”

Another moment of silence. Arrie felt herself still shaking, but her legs had gone numb at this point. She really was going to die at the hands of The Punisher, and all out of one big fucking misunderstanding. What a way to go. 8 months on the fucking run, and THIS was how she dies. 

“Look, if you’re going to kill me, just do it already. No one in this fucking city cares if I’m gone anyways.”

It’s another moment before Frank growled to himself and put the gun away. Arrie felt overwhelmed with so much relief that she nearly fell, but caught the island countertop before she could.

“Does that mean I can go now?”

“With your leg still lookin like that? Fuck no. Get on the couch.”

“But-”

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“You’re still too tense.”

Arrie sighed out loudly in frustration, putting the safety on before turning her back on her still untouched target to look at Frank. She wasn’t frustrated with him though, no. Arrie was frustrated with herself. 

Years and years of martial arts training had taught her to relax, but as soon as a gun was in her hands, everything changed. She hated guns. Frank knew that, but Frank also insisted she learn, because of what happened last time. And he was right - without her powers, she was just a human.

“Don’t let it get to you. Safety off, try again.”

With another sharp sigh, Arrie rolled her shoulders and got back into position, the safety clicking off as her arms were held straight forward. She didn’t glance over at Frank - just waited for him to give some pointers before she could shoot.

“Knees bent, kid, just like you’re fighting. Sights to eyes, not eyes to sights. Don’t bunch up your shoulders. And remember, exhale on the shot. You got all the time in the world right now - just breathe and aim for center mass.”

Just breathe. You can do that. You were taught how to breathe since you were 7. Breathe in... Breathe out. FOCUS.

For a few seconds, nothing happened. Arrie allowed herself to reconnect with her body - to feel the life in her lungs flow through her veins, feeding each limb with energy. Frank didn’t even move a muscle, as if he was taking the shot with her. Breathe out...

The bullet flew and made a familiar clink of metal hitting metal, right where her eyes had directed it. Arrie stared at the tiny dent for a while as the gun came down and the safety clicked on again, shocked that she had managed to do it.

“Told you you could do it,” Frank complimented with a grin. “And right through the heart too. Were you aimin’ for that?”

Arrie quietly nodded, mirroring his smile, though hers was a bit more sheepish.

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Alright, gonna answer this ooc cuz I can, but TL;DR, Arrie met Frank Castle because the man’s got a soft spot for dogs.

The air was already thick with the stink of gasoline, it wouldn’t take much to set the place alight, just the lighter in Frank’s hand.

It sparks three times before the wick catches, Frank holding the small flame between them, almost handing it to Arrie. “not this time, Firebug.” He tosses it into the pool of accelerant, the blue flames spreading the second the lighter hit the fumes, fire licking around the edges of the door and further beyond within seconds.

“it’s gonna be like the fourth of July over here in a minute, time to go.”

Arrie got visibly giddy over throwing the lighter before Frank ruined that for her. She pouted and crossed her arms like an upset kid. Whether or not it was for the comedic effect though was really hard to tell, in all honesty.

“You’re the fucking worst sometimes,” she complained as she watched the floor turn blue with flames.

She lingered for a bit longer than she probably should have, barely registering what Frank said due to her saltiness. Not that it was that much of a worry though ; she could easily make herself fire-proof.