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❛ that one looked like it hurt. ❜ she says bluntly, using her index finger to point at her own temple. well, it did. she’s had a few of those more then once before and if it wasn’t for her healing spells, they’d definitely scar. ❛ big fight? ❜ @warjournal.
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Punisher , War Journal #7, 1989
Battle of Stalingrad
September 16. Our battalion, plus tanks, is attacking the grain elevator The battalion is suffering heavy losses, The elevator is occupied not by men but by devils that no flames or bullets can destroy.
September 18. Fighting is going on inside the elevator, If all the buildings of Stalingrad are defended like this then none of our soldiers will get back to Germany.
September 20. The battle for the elevator is still going on.
September 22. Russian resistance in the elevator has been broken. Our troops are advancing towards the Volga.
it’s later cited there was 40 dead Russians in the elevator
— Wilhelm Hoffman, German 6th Army 1942 at the battle of Stalingrad
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𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤. i thought i put you down. 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲. ha. so did i. 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤. so what? you’re here to finish the job? 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲. i considered it. but then i figured . . . why not kill two birds with one stone? i get paid , and i can get you to russo. and rawlins’ former sister-in-law. get us off each other’s shitlist. call it even. for a few days , anyways. 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤. ... 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲. you in?
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“guess who learned something interesting today,” jess said, looking up from her laptop. days, she had spent days digging through o’hannigan’s instagram, through the countless, countless, countless, pictures of him at the gym, the selfies on a job, what salads, vegetable and protein shakes he was currently putting into his body. it had only affirmed her belief that being healthy could not possibly be worth it if it meant drinking shakes that were suspiciously green, and not from food dye. but eventually it had all paid off. “please tell me you brought coffee, because that is the price of this information.”
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Foggy and Karen are reluctant to leave the room even after Frank specifically asks for Matt alone. Karen in particular—she has something she keeps trying to say about Frank’s family, some breakthrough she’s made, and Matt has to walk her out with a few strong words about office managers not being bound by privilege before she backs down.
She does, though. Foggy too. Matt can hear them whispering outside the door, concerned, but he can tune it out. Focus on Frank, his presence imposing even from a hospital bed, his heart and his slow breathing drowning out the hundreds of heart monitors and MRI machines and televisions and phones throughout the hospital. It’s different, talking in a hospital room instead of a graveyard or a filthy rooftop, doing this as Matt Murdock and not Daredevil, but Frank—Frank’s not any different at all. He’s still tense like a predator about to pounce.
“Now, Frank—can I call you Frank?” Matt smiles his favorite lawyer smile—not the Devil’s smile, not the smile Frank had seen—and feels the minute shift in the floor texture where tape is laid out around Frank’s bed. He stands right at the very edge of it, tip of his cane just over it. “My colleagues and I have reviewed the charges you’re facing. I understand you’d like to plead guilty to all of them, is that correct?”
