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Frank narrowed his eyes as Red approached. “Can I ask you something?”
Red hesitated, but there was no surprise. He knew the question was coming. His nod was almost imperceivable, but Frank would have continued without it anyway.
You shuffle, turning to face him just that little more. Jacket and sweater, hat, scarf, what might be two pairs of pants tucked into his socks - and yet he still looks cold, cheeks turning pink and nose already there. He feels warm to you, wrapped up together in a blanket.
You have to triple check the address when you stand in front of the building. It’s run down, the sign on the door peeling.
But this was the address Matt gave. The address and name of the dry cleaner. It was, supposedly, the right place. Leave it to alter boy Matthew Murdock to find the smallest, most run down cleaners and choose them as his favorite.
Daylight savings time kicked my backside when it came to editing the final 2 pieces I'd wrote for the week 😅 can I add them to the collection and post still, or is it this a "well it sucks to you" oopsie? LOL
Im posting either way with credit given on AO3, just wanting to know to tag the blog/collection or not..
Please post in the AO3 collection and on Tumblr (with the @ and # tags to make sure i can see it) and it’ll be reblogged!
Murdock is already looking up at him when he kneels over the grate. His teeth are bared permanently in some grim mockery of a smile, skin shriveled down to bone. They’re coated in blood from the meal he just had. It’s smeared across his cheeks, too, dripping down his chin. Frank tries, futilely, to read some sort of expression on his skeletal face.
“It’s Frank Castle,” he says anyway. “You remember me?” Stupid question.
“I heard they had you here,” he continues. From his bag, he draws one of the explosives, holds it in one hand and his gun in the other. “I can finish it now for you, if you like. Or I can turn you into a walking bomb, and tomorrow you can take all those animals with you. Understand?”
for @frattweek prompt 3: trust. inspired by Marvel Zombies: Black, White, & Red #1
The anonymity could be good, too. He doesn’t know you either. There are things you can tell him you never could’ve told Father Lantom, for fear of judgment. Of letting him down.
