"to burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves."
- Federico García Lorca
Staying out of trouble is not Frank Castle's strong suit. But is Jenavieve Howlett more trouble than The Punisher can handle...
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"i wanna sing a song that'd be just ours but i sang 'em all to another heart, and i wanna cry, i wanna fall in love but all my tears have been used up." - Another Love, Tom Odell
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Along my way through the dark streets, I slow my pace as I come across a man with a stall of flowers, working into the night.
I could easily smell him and his stall before I saw him, but he's more delightful than I imagined.
The man is as bright and cheery as his stall, and his good mood is very infectious. I peer out at him from under my hood and send him a smile when he looks my way.
My eyes fall upon a section of dried flowers and I stop to make a purchase from the lovely man.
Turns out it's just another thing for Frank to be mad at me for, when he finally returns to the trailer.
"We're not here to stay. This place doesn't need homey touches." he grumbles at me. "We need to be able to leave a drop of a hat, and leave no trace behind."
"I know that, okay?"
"Do you? What if you were seen?" Frank counters. "I'm trying to protect you, and you go and do stupid shit like this."
"No one saw me." I mumble dismissively.
"You sure it was worth the risk?"
"Yeah, I am." I state matter of factly, flicking him a glance from my spot on the couch. "This place wreaks, and these smell nice."
"This place doesn't wreak-"
"I have the nose of a bloodhound." I remind him, standing up and moving into the kitchen. "This place smells of dead air. It's painfully obvious it has been locked up and unused for some time. It's making me nauseous."
"Crack a window." he retorts, and I roll my eyes.
"This might be shocking to you, but I'm not as stupid as I look. It's dried lavender. Lasts forever. No one will know how long it's been here."
Frank shakes his head at me and I glare at him thoughtfully, eying him up.
"What?" he snaps.
"Oh, just trying to figure out what else I could possibly do to piss you off and make you hate me even more." I reply. "Although, simply exisiting seems to be enough."
Frank's nostrils flare as anger flashes in his eyes. Then he turns away and pockets spare magazines for his handgun. He exhales a heavy sigh before speaking again.
"Me and Curt are gonna find Bill. You're gonna stay here. And if you try to piss me off and leave," he turns and looms over me. "don't even think about coming back." he says through gritted teeth. It's hard to miss the vein that's bulging on the side of his neck while his heart angrily pumps his blood.
