You had watched Frank's kills. Personally you found it to be slightly over kill, but that didn't matter. He took matters into his own hands and it intrigued you. He was a victim of tragic loss and so were you. You lost your family the same day he did. So why did he go off? Sure he was in the army, but so were you. What made him tick? What made him kill?
After his first few killings, you began to do some research. You figured out his life story, you figured out why. As his killings went on you became inspired. So from that point on you trained and trained. Working harder than the day before to become as strong as you could be.
It wasn't to kill the men that ruined your life, it was to be able to one day protect other people from the bastards that killed innocents.
You also made sure to develop new skills. Stealth, knowledge of computers and the ability to withstand a lot of pain. You one day hoped to meet the Punisher. To meet face to face and say the one thing that would change your life for the better or worse.
After time had passed and he got out of jail, you monitored his movements and guessed he would go to the roof where he once held Daredevil. You didn't know why, but you had a hunch.
So a few hours later you end up sitting at the edge of the roof, waiting for your guest.
Sighing, you turn off the police radio you stole and looked over the city. It was full of chaos, but it never bothered you. You would try to help people, but Daredevil usually did that and you didn't want to gain any popularity whatsoever. You liked to lay low and operate your own way.
Your ears suddenly perk up and you hear impossibly soft footsteps. Smiling to yourself you turn around and see the Punisher creeping up on you. Grinning, you hop down from the ledge and onto the safety of the roof.
Dramatically sweeping your arms out wide, you uttered the words you longed to say for the longest time.
"Hello Frank. I'm Y/N, and I'm here to help."
