The Black Cat ~ Frank Castle

Felicia Hardy was a whirlwind of contradictions. She baked the sweetest cookies, the kind that melted in your mouth and brought back childhood memories. But Felicia , Black Cat also cracked skulls for a living, a self-proclaimed "problem solver" in the Hell Kitchen city's underbelly. She was all sunshine smiles and sugar until someone crossed her, then the sass came out sharper than a switchblade.

Frank Castle, the Punisher, was a storm cloud permanently settled over the city. He was a force of nature, a grim reaper in tactical gear. His world was painted in shades of grey and blood, a constant reminder of the family he lost. He trusted no one, needed no one. Or so he thought.

Their paths collided in a dimly lit warehouse, the air thick with tension and the smell of gunpowder. was dismantling a drug ring, using her charm to disarm and her fists to deliver the final blow. Frank arrived, a one-man army, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake.

(I don't own any of these characters. This story does not follow any seasons or movies just their background is the same as original)