mswilliams99
Mak was forged in the desert-Chimera-trained, mission-built, and most alive when everything is bleeding.
Frank Castle met her over sand and gunfire and called her Shayne like it was an insult. A way to get under her skin. A way to remind her she was just another asset, just another weapon. She answered the only way she knew how: teeth first. Fists. Blades. Distance.
Then Frank's family was murdered, and New York turned into a graveyard with streetlights.
They find each other again in the middle of a conspiracy and a body count, and the old war between them turns into something worse-something addictive. They fight the feelings. They fight the pull. Half the time, they fight each other. Neither of them wanted this. Neither of them is built for it.
But Mak doesn't need saving-she needs a war. And Frank doesn't fear the dark-he lives in it.
They don't pull each other into the light.
They swim in the dark together.
Disclaimer: This is a transformative, non-commercial fanwork. I do not own The Punisher, Daredevil, or any related characters/settings; all rights belong to their respective copyright holders. No copyright infringement is intended.