100 Marvel One Shots✔️

Write You a Letter >> Frank Castle X Reader

Title: Write You A Letter

Paring: Frank Castle X Reader

Warnings: swearing, blood, first aid, shootings. All Frank Castle things.

Spoilers: Yes, for Daredevil Season Two.

Author's Note: based on a song from my favourite band at the moment, Cub Sport named Write You A Letter. Here's where you can find the song -  http://susiephalange.tumblr.com/post/157344077109/im-addicted-to-this-at-the-moment

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I'll write you a letter every day you're gone

'Cause maybe then

you'll come home

I'll write you a letter every day you're gone

'Cause maybe then

I won't feel alone

At first, your life had been ordinary. A student by day, and night. You listened to the radio, and complained when the top forty were overplayed, but not enough to be annoyed by pop songs. You had a desk in your apartment, stacked up with papers and books and textbooks and lovely things you never had time to use, like anyone would. And like an ordinary student living in Hell's Kitchen, you had a job, a waitress at Josie's bar paid the bills. It also was how you came into contact with the strange heroes that were around New York.

Down there, there used to be just people playing pool with rent money and those on the stools drinking to forget their woes that brought them to the door to poison their livers. Regulars came, sure, but it was a slow Tuesday when a man with a leather jacket and military-shaved style head came in, and ordered a double shot of whiskey, neat. The first Tuesday, he'd been gruff, sparse with words, but with the following weeks, the tips became generous, the small talk growing between the pair of you.

Just don't say

We're not running out of time

'Cause your hands

They don't move

With mine

By the time you hoped to ask him out for something more than you serving him alcohol - and knowing only each other on a first name basis, you were held up in quite a pickle. Josie's was a formidable place, and even with Josie herself being a formidable woman herself, the place became a target for a passing gang. You were so frightened, you didn't catch who was holding the place up, so scared that there would be a bullet through the lump in your throat you had for Frank with the leather jacket, who looked at you differently than everyone else.

But the bloodstain on the wall was not your own, and as soon as the first shot was fired, you tore your grip from the person holding you, and fled behind the bar in the alcove where there was room for a tub as big as you. For the lucky reason that you had no idea for, the tub was missing, and you were safe from the gunfire and the shattered glass that flew every which-where. Ears ringing, you slowly looked up, and best you could without being too cut up by the powdered glass, you saw a shadow charge off into the night, a sniper rifle attached to the back, away.