#frank:thread

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( @latverionstarters​ ) FRANK CASTLE & OPEN

something had bitten frank, something of a bug of dissent. was it problematic for him to be taking a crowbar to the outer castle walls of doom’s dominion? probably. was it worse that he was surrounded by the clutter of parts of ragingly dismantled doom bots? yeah, maybe. did he care? no. and that was dangerous for him. if he was caught, truly caught - he’d be thrown into the fights no question and he wouldn’t be able to help those that needed it when he was sent to bounty them. so when he felt someone approach that wasn’t of doom’s minions, a sharp “what?” escaped him as he slammed the crowbar deeper into the wall.

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bhartons​:

ronin grins beneath the mask and he can feel the itch that it clint barton trying to claw its way to the surface.  he pushes it down again , taking a step toward frank as the tip of the sword drags across the ground.  “ depends on where you’re headed and why you’re headed there. ”  he growls , fingers flexing around the hilt.  “ i’m not looking for a fight but i sure as hell ain’t gonna let one pass me up. ”   

“ come on , old man.  show me what you got. ”  ronin barks and also readies himself.  this would be fun. 

frank watched with mild interest at the tactic of dragging the sword, a small smirk on his lips. “cute, but that ruins your blade, you know? also it slows you down. your better off coming swingin’ at me, pal.” frank wasn’t usually one to talk in a fight but this guy was taking his time so he might as well be mouthy about it. “headin’ home, actually - but i guess you don’t care either way, do you?” slowly he unbuckled his belt and began to wrap the aged leather around his arm as a pseudo-shield. not the most practical, but it’ll work until he can grab his own weapon.

“yeah, like you’re a spring chicken yourself-“ with that frank mustered his energy, a rageful yell waiting in his throat as instinct kicked in, soon he was dodging out of the way and grabbing for a piece of metal pipe. “punisher, you?“

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( @ofdevastation​ ) FRANK CASTLE & DAISY JOHNSON

“hey,” frank was leaning against the counter of her apartment, a cup of coffee he’d let grow cold two hours earlier in his hand. he didn’t mean to get up so early, but he never slept well anyway. “want breakfast?” he asked, tilting his head and offering a smile, moving to set the coffee down and to walk towards her - one arm snaking around her torso and pulling her in. “i hope you slept well, i know i toss and turn a lot...” he knew he should address their feelings, what they both seemed to realize from the day before - but frank was in territory he hadn’t been in for a long time. “you good?”

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( @empathphoniex​ ) frank castle & jean grey

“hey jean,” frank greeted as he entered the doors to her saloon. ever a cowboy at heart (albeit a very italian one) frank loved the atmosphere and the quiet that her bar seemed to offer. plus, jean was pretty great - a good listener and even more-so good at keeping her establishment chill. moving towards the bar top, frank slid into his usual seat and smiled at her. “just the usual, nothing fancy today - technically i’m working but... my bounties don’t usually go too far.” he shrugged, notably certain of his career and his ‘collections’. it was almost ironic to him how many of them ended up in timely.

folding his hands onto the top, he glanced around the place and noticed that aside from a few regulars, it was pretty quiet. but that’s mid-day drinking for you. “how’ya doing? personally - not professionally, your saloon is gonna outlast us all. but did you go to the doomsday celebration? or whatever the hell it’s been called?“ frank was fairly terrible at small talk - it wasn’t his best virtue - but for people he liked being around? yeah, he was pretty much willing to try.

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( @felinefelicia​ ) FRANK CASTLE & FELICIA HARDY

he’d been spending time at jean’s saloon again, mostly to keep himself out of trouble given all he really wants to do is take doom on one-on-one. but plenty of folks - some more than others - had talked him down off that edge for now. as he sat in the corner, commiserating his entire self-worth, he watched as someone who looked entirely too out of place walk in and make a bee-line to his table to sit down. for a moment frank took a steadied sip of his beer, ignoring her, before finally addressing the situation. “you uh... runnin’ from someone or something? or you think i’m a great conversationalist and a friendly face?” he asked, raising a brow and taking a quick glance at jean before returning to felicia. “’cause i want to know what i should be preparing for - you okay?”

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asgardianfemmefatale​:

Amora looked at the other, emerald eyes gazing up and down. She supposed she should be intimidated but he was just a mortal. In her experience, mortals seemed to snap with a click of her fingers. However, she had to play the long game and that meant not just luring every man she saw to his death like a plaything, like a siren calling sailors to their doom. She was always flattered when it came to that comparison. “No. Is he a fan?” She asked, her head tilting a little as she looked at him. “Not a bother at all. It makes a change from the bumbling messes that usually come knocking on this door.”

“yeah, probably is - if you’re the star,“ frank wasn’t a stranger to the concept of beauty and though he preferred to remain separated from that part of himself, he was still, after all, human. but it didn’t mean he’d easily fall for anything either - he was both cursed and blessed with a strong unwavering constitution and mental fortitude. a small crack of a smile and a softened laugh escaped him at her words. “oh i’m sure you get that a lot, but hey - if you happen to know anyone who might know this guy, it’d be real helpful.” he paused, giving some thought to his words. “do you normally get this many jackasses showing up at your door?”

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( @dehvils​ ) FRANK CASTLE & MATT MURDOCK

shit. first karen and now murdock, who was next? frank didn’t actually want an answer to that question and while he liked karen - matt caused him a bit of grief. not that he didn’t like him either, but the religiously implied guilt made frank’s job a little harder to do. but hey, at least he’s doing bounty hunting now. “what kinda hell-hole did doom pull you out of, red?” frank called over, taking his steps slowly but surely towards him. they were alone, it was at night, and both were in the personas of what some would say they truly were. “surprised to know i’m here?” he asked, though a hint of surprise in his own voice at the revelation that he was among the first to be there. still couldn’t understand why the hell doom chose a killer like him to exist after the multiversal collapse - at least karen and matt made sense. “it’s ah... it’s good to see you made it, though. this place could use you and your...you know, shit.”

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( @whiteqveendarling​ ) FRANK CASTLE and EMMA FROST

he’d seen her before, sure. she was kinda hard to miss given her choice of clothing and her always perfect appearance. but he never had much of a chance to actually interact with her either. not that he’d have a reason to. after all, he mostly kept to himself, hunted his bounties, and spent time with people that were close to him. still, emma was in his path towards his current bounty and the only way he could get to him was through her. “hey, not to be rude or anything but i gotta get by you to get to that guy right over there - so if you don’t mind, i’d like to ask you to step a little to the side, please?” he was mostly business and if he was accurate about himself, he’d say he was... persistently so. after all, personality didn’t get a job done.

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( @fromcomics​ ) FRANK CASTLE and JAMES ‘LOGAN’ HOWLETT

had frank heard about logan? yes, he had. did he pay much mind to him aside from the rumors? no, not really. if there was one thing that frank really learned about people it was that they didn’t like their business to be butted into, himself included. but... fate was weird and apparently he shared a taste for the same demons as the infamous mutant. settling next to him in the bar, frank gave a stiff nod in greeting before ordering himself a beer. “you uh... a frequent customer around here?” as far as small talk went, this wasn’t his best - but... he tried.

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( @ofdevastation​ ) frank castle & marc spector

“marine!” frank shouted, his tone deep and menacing. the moment he spotted marc, he had to do it. though he was pretty sure the moment that marc turned and recognized who it was that had called him, he’d try to kick his ass. try. “how’s the head mates and the dead bird?” he asked, waiting for marc to approach with a smirk on his lips. one of the few people who knew frank - knew his past - and he’d been entrusted to know marc’s as well - to know marc as well. “you uh... treatin’ layla right? i saw her around in timely a few days ago - covered to her neck in dirt and sand, she’s dedicated to those pits, man.”

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( @numyths​ ) FRANK CASTLE & PETER QUILL

“you lost me at you fly through space. or did.” frank interrupted, holding up a hand to almost beg peter to take a moment and not talk. sure, by now it was reasonable to assume that frank had finally managed to wrap his head around things, that he wasn’t actively fighting against the very real fact that time, space, and magic were real. but he was an old dog who hated new tricks. still, peter was entertaining in regards of keeping frank from focusing too much on any one thing. “so the talking raccoon with a obsession with blowing shit up, he’s your pet?” he asked, kinda figuring rocket belonged to no one but it seemed like if he listened to anyone it was peter quill. “what’s space like?”

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( @roguestouch​ ) frank castle & jemma simmons

frank wasn’t one to usually find hanging out in the science labs, but his current bounty was a self-proclaimed ‘man of science’ and if anyone knew about him, it’d probably be the scientists. especially given how latverion was controlled by one force. sighing, he kicked his booted feet up onto the desk and looked across the desk at jemma, “sorry to take time from you, i got word from someone who said i can trust your intel and you in general - was hoping you can help me with finding someone?” he had meant daisy, trusted her word on who she said was good or bad; and jemma was solidly an angel, apparently. “i’m frank.”

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( @pcstxprejudices​ ) frank castle & matt murdock

“didn’t take you for the cowboy sort, red.“ kicking the dirtied wooden floor of the rundown saloon in timely, frank kept his gaze steadied onto matt. “what’re you doing here?” he asked, a calm sort of comfort in his tone - he knew matt, he liked him enough, and knew that if the devil of hell’s kitchen was here - this place had a chance of turning good and away from doom. “want a drink?” he was sure they hadn’t met since frank’s first fake-death, and he was fine with that. murdock didn’t need his sort around anyway. sliding the glass of whiskey across the tabletop, he picked up two tumblers and clinked them together.

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ofdevastation​:

“shit, frank.” daisy sighed as she took in the sight, evaluating the scene more as an agent than well.. whatever they’d be called. “if only you were actively hooking up with someone that can knock down walls - oh wait.” she gave him a quick pointed look, though admittedly wasn’t really going to hold it against him that she didn’t get a call first. this didn’t seem like one of those ideas he dwelled on very long first. that much she could understand. “alright, alright.” she stepped forward, raising a hand to try gesturing for him to pause for just a minute. “this is going to sound a little hypocritical, i know, but let’s stop and make a plan here, okay?” she moved, leaning her body against the wall next to the hole he’d been digging out. “lets say you get through this wall, what then? you know i’m on your side here, always ready to join the fight. but i need you to tell me how we’re doing it in a way that doesn’t end up with me having to fight you in the ring or worse, you just getting tossed out to the deadlands never to be seen again.”

fuck. one of the last people that frank wanted to see in that moment. people he didn’t have attachment too, people he couldn’t give a rats ass about - he could handle in moments of his own vulnerability. but people he knew and liked? no. still, he stopped mid-swing and turned to face her, his expression a hard mixture of remorse and frustration. “yeah, but that ain’t the point of this.” he responded, finding the humor in her words but hardly able to laugh in that moment. plus, he wasn’t entirely sure what the point of all of this really was just yet. he shifted his weight and raised a brow at her, “oh? that is only a little hypocritical? i’d hate to see what a lot is?” he snarked, finally allowing himself some passive easiness. ”i’m just the bait, i’m just the powder keg to this whole shitshow people are too damned scared to start. and i get it, i really do - but that bastard living like a king in there isn’t going to get any better. c’mon daisy, you know as well as i do that people like him never become good and kind and decent folks. they just get shittier and shittier.” he sighed and turned away from her to throw the crowbar as hard as he could against the wall - a sick metallic clang as it bounced off and away. turning back he stepped closer to her, “someone has to do something.”