Marvel One-Shots

The necklace (Frank Castle X Reader)

     If someone ever said to you that you would be running down a street in Hell’s Kitchen at three in the morning from a thug you would have probably punched them in the face and called them stupid. You were a Veteran for fuck's sake but as soon as he had put the gun to your head you buckled.

You had managed to get the gun away from him, taking out the magazine and throwing it across the street, before taking off down the street away from the assailant. At some point, you dropped the gun but you didn’t care, as long as you could get far away from the man before he had time to get the magazine back into the gun you were good.

Stopping at a corner you caught your breath before checking behind you, the man nowhere to be seen, you really should stop going for walks in the morning, especially when you lived in Hell's kitchen, but you couldn’t sleep and you had time to kill so why not.

Walking down the street for a bit you stopped at a small diner that was still somehow open. Walking in you did a quick once over of everyone, there was a trucker, a young college student, and a relatively scruffy-looking man, all scattered around the diner.

You took a seat at the counter and waited for the waitress to come to get your order. She was a relatively young woman, probably in college and working this job to pay for it, but had managed to have wrinkles in some areas. Looking up from her notepad she smiles at you and asks for your order.

“I’ll just have a coffee please.” She nods her head and leaves to pour your coffee. 

You sit there staring off as she pours the dark liquid into the mug, it’s only when you hear the crash of the mug that you shake out of it. The waitress stands there, her hands in the air and your coffee on the floor in a puddle mixed with shards of porcelain. Turned towards the door to see that the same guy who had held the gun to your head was now in the doorway with the gun raised. 

The college student had looked up from their computer and was now staring at the situation with a nervous look in their eyes. The trucker, an older man with a fantastic mustache, was now sitting under his table in hopes of not becoming a target. The scruffy man however stayed in his seat, not even flinching when the assailant shot at the ceiling. You would be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued.

“This is how it's going to go…..” God, he sounded like a little bitch. You could have sworn you remembered that voice from somewhere though.

“Did you not hear me dumbass? I said stand up" 

The cool metal of the gun’s barrel pressed against your temple as you try to think of where you know this guy from. Looking up at the gunman you see he’s wearing a stupid Halloween mask from some new horror movie that had just come out and he had a Springfield XD pressed to your head but the safety was still on.

“Get the fuck up before I shoot someone.” 

Standing up you make eye contact with the man in the corner, an unfazed look on his face. “This would have been so much easier if you hadn’t run from me.”

Holy shit, it’s Micheal.

Micheal had worked alongside you during your time in Iraq although he had been discharged due to losing it at night and shooting another soldier, afterwards you heard from someone that he had gotten worse and ended up being sent away.

“Damn Micheal, I heard you went nuts but this might be another level of nuts.”

Micheal had paused after hearing his name and turned to you, “What did you just say to me?”

The corner man had perked up after hearing Michaels name but still stayed seated, “I said that you lost your shit.”

It took a minute before you were on the ground and Micheal was standing above you, keeping you down with a kick to the stomach. The waitress was seemingly crying louder now and the college student had their face in their hands. Micheal got in another kick before you coughed and blood had splattered the floor.

“That is no way to treat a lady, let alone a veteran.” Turning onto your stomach you realized that corner man had stood up and was now addressing Micheal.

“She’s no lady. This piece of shit is the reason I got discharged and ended up losing my mind.”

What in fuck's name was he going on about? You and Micheal had only communicated a few times during his time in the military and most of the time it was just questioning or saying hi out of politeness.

“What in god’s name are you talking about?”

Micheal had turned back to you now and shoved the gun in your face again, “You know what I mean. That night you had said that someone had taken my necklace, and I ended up killing the wrong person. You took it didn’t you?”

You remember that night slightly, you had worse things happen afterward but the memory was still there, Micheal was always wearing the same necklace. It was a woman, not Mary or any sort of religious figure, just a woman holding what could’ve been a child. 

“I didn’t touch your necklace that night, you didn’t have to kill him over it either. You ended up getting what you deserve.”

Hearing the safety click off you smile at the man as you close your eyes.

As you wait for the bullet to enter your head you're met with the sound of a gunshot and something warm hitting your face. Opening your eyes and turning your head to the side you see the empty eyes of Micheal staring back at you. 

Sitting up you look over to see the cornerman putting a gun back into his pocket and staring at the dead body. Shit, you knew him too. 

Frank Castle, the two of you had worked together and had talked more than you did to Micheal. He put money down on the counter as the waitress started screaming and walked out the door.