"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'm speaking soft, see the pain in your eyes.. ..i've been aching, aching for you, my love." - Jungle, Emma Louise
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I step out of the tiny shower, wrapping a towel around my body. My wet hair drips onto my shoulders as I still and listen carefully.
But I'm quick to relax at the familiar sound of the engine and weight of the shoes on the dirt and gravel.
The trailer door opens and Curtis steps inside, freezing for a second when he notices me.
"Oh, hey Jena-" he fumbles, averting his eyes from my dripping, towel clad body. "Sorry- I shoulda knocked."
"It's fine, Curtis.." I assure him, unfazed. I glance out the window while listening for a second set of footsteps outside, but it's quiet. "Where's Frank?"
Curtis shrugs. "How the hell should I know?" he grumbles, a frustrated and tired look on his face.
I let out a quiet sigh through my nose and drop my gaze to the floor, giving my head a little nod. "Well.. I'm gonna make something to eat, if you're hungry." I tell him. "Just let me get dressed."
Curtis flops heavily onto the small couch. His tall figure has the seat appearing smaller than usual.
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"This is some good-ass spaghetti." Curtis praises as we eat.
I send him a closed lip smile as I swallow my food. "..It's like the one thing Frank actually lets me do. He won't accept my immortal fighting prowess, but he'll accept food and coffee." I comment and he chuckles quietly.
"I don't blame him, this is good. I haven't eaten all day. And it's been a long day.." he says.
"That it has." I say, twirling my fork in my spaghetti absentmindedly.
"..You okay?" Curtis gently asks.
I smile at him. "No. You?"
"No.. But I will be." he replies. "When this is all over."
"I'll drink to that."
I stand up and grab a bottle of wine from the cupboard, and two cups that don't match. Kneeling at the little coffee table, I fill the two cups and Curtis and I drink up.
"Thank you for letting us stay here, Curtis." I tell him. "And for helping Frank. I'm glad he has a friend like y-" I stop talking and my body freezes. The smile falls from my face as my ears focus on the sound of the arrival of another vehicle.
Curtis frowns, pulling his cup away from his mouth. "You alright?"
"Someone's here.." I breathe.
Curtis puts his plate on the coffee table and reaches for the shotgun, but I reach over and place a hand on his arm. He gives me a perplexed look.
