• Tommy didn’t want to fall for you given your young age but it just, kind of happened and there was nothing he could do about it.
• You were a close friend of Michael and Isaiah so Tommy would often see you around at parties at the Garrison or other bars.
• When he’d spot you through the crowd, cracking jokes with your male friends, Tommy would find himself almost enchanted, as if he was under a spell.
• He couldn’t help but to stare from afar, watching your every move.
• And, of course his brothers and sister would never miss an occasion to make fun of him.
"Tommy, you’re smilin’. You’re getting soft, aren’t you." Ada would tease, amused by the fact that her brother was getting soft again.
"Shut up, Ada."
• There were also numerous nights during which he couldn’t fall sleep because you were occupying his every thoughts. Tossing and turning, Tommy would finally give up and mumble an exhausted "Fucking hell."
• He would also try to distance himself during events that you would attend as well. To his mind, avoiding you would eventually help him getting rid of his feelings.
• However, it wouldn’t work. Nothing would.
• Seeing you being so kind and compassionate with everyone made him feel something he wasn’t used to, which scared him a bit.
• Tommy was just so used to act tough and cold with everyone all the time that he had forgotten that that wasn’t how he was truly like, deep down.
• You, a young woman full of life, energy and hope seemed to be the perfect match for him, balancing with his rough side.
• When you’d walk past him, his heart would beat faster, taking him back to his younger and innocent years, the ones which hadn’t been ruined by the war.
• When you’d call his name, a soft pink would color his cheeks and John, Arthur and Ada would exchange amused looks.
• So, as I said, Tommy was scared of what he was feeling for you and thought that it was wrong but on one night, it had to be too much.
• The Shelbys where hosting another fancy party which you were to attend. Ada had lent you one of her favorite dress which happened to suit you perfectly. When Isaiah and Michael arrived to take you to the party, their jaw literally dropped once they laid eyes on you.
"Guys, you’re almost drooling," you chuckled.
• Now, when Tommy spotted you, as cliché as it sounds, the world seemed to stop for a second. His eyes widened and eyebrows rose as his heart skipped a beat.
"Doesn’t she look beautiful," Michael commented as you walked beside him and Isaiah towards the Shelbys.
"Yes she does." Tommy said, emphasizing every word. Not once did he look away, which was a bit intimidating.
• The hours passed and you were starting to feel tired of dancing so you excused yourself and decided to go join Tommy, who was sitting on a chair while watching the crowd having fun.
When he noticed you coming his way, he cracked a smile and made you sign that you were free to sit next to him.
"Tired already, eh?"
"Yes, seems like dancing definitely got the best of me."
"That’s too bad, I was starting to appreciate this little show of yours."
• Hours had passed but you were still there with Tommy, cracking jokes and overall just having a great time with one another.
• Tommy was done telling you about one of his numerous childhood memories that involved him and Arthur stealing his professor’s bike so he stayed silent, watching you giggle to his story. He still couldn’t believe how whipped you got him.
"D’you wanna go outside with me?" he blurted which caught you a bit of guard but that was also one thing you liked about him, the man was unpredictable.
"Sure."
• It was a cold night so as soon as you stepped outside in the mansion’s backyard, the cold hit you and you started to shiver uncontrollably. Tommy was just done lighting up his cigarette when he noticed. He locked his cigarette in the corner of his mouth before taking his jacket off and placing it around your body, ignoring all your complains.
"Here."
"Thank you, Tommy."
"I only did this because thenyou’ll have to take care of me once i’ll catch a cold."
"Mh, sounds like a fair deal to me."
• Now, you were turning to face Tommy, ready to comment about the starry sky when you felt a firm hand holding the back of your head and another gripping on your hip. Once you realized that Tommy had finally decided to break the tension and kiss you, you could finally melt into the kiss.
Tommy’s lips tasted like cigarettes and rum but what will forever stuck with you is how real and sincere the kiss felt. It almost felt like Tommy was searching for reassurance in you, someone to lean on.
• That’s after this night and all the others that followed that you realized how touch-starved Tommy really was.
• Always reaching out for your hand, in bed, during car rides, under the table at family dinners.
• He’d somehow always find an excuse to touch you in some way.
• He’d progressively realize, after numerous fights, that you were far more important to him than his work and nothing would break him more than to lose you.
• Thanks to you, Tommy had found a reason to get up in the morning again and to keep fighting for his family.
• He’d find himself enjoying doing domestic things with you. Even if on some nights, when all he wanted to do was to crawl under the covers, he’d stay up to help you do the last daily tasks, just so he could take some weight off your shoulders.
• When you guys would finally get in bed, he’d ask you to sing, read for him or even just tell him about your day just so he could fall asleep to his favorite voice.
• Tommy would also be really protective of you, more than he had ever been with his previous companions but he couldn’t tell you why. A part of him thought that maybe it was because you were younger than him but another thought that it was because he had never loved someone this much before. Therefore, this was something new to him that he had to protect and keep to himself.
• God help the ones who dare look at you for too long, make any comment about how you’re dressed or literally do anything that isn’t meant to be nice towards you.
• As I previously said, Tommy loved how kind and sweet you were but he also admired how strong you were, even in the toughest times. Tommy knew that he could trust you with his own life which was normally only reserved to Arthur, John, Ada and Polly.
• He loved how you always stood up for yourself and with time, he learned to step back when he’d evaluate that you could handle the situation on your own.
• It was a delicate situation at first because it was hard for Tommy to let you handle things on your own given that he had pride and had always been used to be the man in charge. However, with time he had became proud to have such a strong woman to call his and show off.
"Just look at her."
• One day, when Tommy finally had some free time to spend home, you asked him to teach you how to shoot. Of course he was reluctant at first but with all of your repeated attempts throughout the day, he eventually gave in.
• You were also always there for him whenever he needed it, ready to give him a hug, rub his back or just try to make him smile again.
• He also loved how stubborn you were and how you categorically refused to stay home and do nothing. He knew that you loved to work so he’d let you tag along with him to his office and he’d even give you paperwork to take care of when you’d ask.
• He’d also joke and tease about making you his assistant so you could bring him something to drink whenever he asked just to get you to roll your eyes or scold him.
Tommy had sent you along with Arthur and John to have a chat with the Italians in order to start the negociations while he could figure his shit out.
"I think it'd make it less tense if they thought y/n and I were dating," you looked at John confused, hoping that Tommy would find it as stupid as you did.
"Mh. Could be a good idea, yeah. I suppose that way they wouldn't see this dinner as serious as it really it," Tommy shrugged nonchalantly while a boyish smile appeared on John's face.
"Stop grinning like an idiot, that'll be your only opportunity to get a taste of what it's like to be with me," you scoffed, already annoyed. You quickly bumped into his shoulder on your way out, which led him to turn to Michael, who was leaning against the wall, very entertained. "Ooh, feisty is how I like her," John chuckled.
When the time came, the three of you arrived at the Garrison and were then led to the closed booth which was reserved to the Shelbys' affairs.
There, you were greeted by three Italian men, two of whose eyes widened when they landed on you. This didn't go unnoticed under John's attention, who quickly brought you closer to him with a firm grip on your hip.
"Well, finally we meet. Gentlemen, this is Arthur, my brother and y/n, his lovely woman," John couldn't help but grin proudly, even though he was aware that it was all fake.
He nodded, "Isn't she beautiful," he remarked as his eyes scanned you in one motion and that's when you felt his hand slide down your back only to land on your butt.
Aware of what was at stake at the end of this meeting, you did your best to contain yourself and not ruin it. So, you looked at John — whose cocky smile showed how much fun he was having —, smiled the men and placed your head on his shoulder and your arm went behind his back to circle it.
However, you just couldn't help but squeeze his side a bit too tight which made him jump ever so slightly.
While Arthur told them about Tommy's absence at this encounter, you jumped on the opportunity to turn your head so that only John would hear you and started whispering. "You have 5 seconds to get your hand off my ass," because of course, it was still there.
He looked down at you, "What? I thought we were supposed to act like a couple," joining your silent conversation which made him feel like a kid again.
"Well, that I know but that's not what I was thinking about when Tommy-"
"Well, shall we sit, lovebirds?" asked one of the three men who were already sitting on the booth along with Arthur, which cut off your frustration.
"Right," John sat first at the end so that he'd be in the corner, his favourite spot. He then lifted his arm in your direction and motioned you to join him and only smiled when you sat close enough so that your thigh was touching his.
Under the table, he placed his hand on your thigh but that oddly didn't feel like he was trying to annoy you.
That's when you looked at him, then who he was staring at that you understood. Indeed, the one guy that wasn't talking with Arthur or his own was trying to catch as much glimpses of you as he could which made John's blood boil.
He knew he couldn't shoot the guy — obviously — so the only thing he did to reassure himself was holding your thigh protectively.
Seeing him actually being protective made you realise that John might've actually been serious each time he was flirting with you.
You liked him too but never took him seriously because you knew how he was and how many girls he'd been seen with all across Birmingham.
Though, what you ignored but now suspected, was that they were excuses for him to stop thinking about you since you'd always denied his advances.
So, you decided to do something as to show him that he could, in fact, "have" you for real when the time will be right.
His body immediately relaxed when he felt your hand cover and slide in his before squeezing it reassuringly, making him smile softly and give you a quick wink before finally, talking with Arthur to lead the meeting.
Stephen's never been fond of babies, children or teenagers even because he's simply never felt comfortable around them.
It's not like he's a social butterfly so if engaging with an adult isn't easy for him, don't even try with a someone much younger than him.
He couldn't even explain why. He just feels awkward and can never come up with something to say.
That's why he wasn't talking much when he first met you and figured that he'd have to protect you for some time.
"Follow me", "Don't touch that", "Please, can you focus for once? We haven't got much time" were the only things he'd say at first.
"You talk a lot, you know that?"
Buuut, as time passed, he eventually started to be warmer and nicer, even cracking a few jokes.
He'd always place you behind him when he senses danger coming.
He'd often ask if you're okay and worry when you'd wouldn't speak as much as you usually would.
When it was time to part ways, you didn't think twice and ran to hug him, taking him off guards. Seconds passed until he finally hugged you back, squeezing you tighter than he'd planned. "I'll miss you, Strange."
"I'll miss you too, kid," he admitted as his heart ached.
He'd be more than happy to see you when you'd pay him visits. He'd love to show you around and chant your merits to whoever would be near you at the time. "I think we all owe her our lives."
Would 100% be sad — but try to hide it, of course — when you'd have to leave.
"Bullocks" was his very first thought when it hit him.
Steven was on the bus home, after yet another therapy session to which he had become accustomed to. After the "incident" occurred at the museum, he’d felt extremely bad about it and brought himself to accept going to therapy, on the advice of HR.
His heart had jumped on more than one occasions whenever he was in your presence. The setting — although purely profession — still felt intimate to him. During those sessions, it was only the two of you, which Steven wasn’t used to. Sure, he’d spent hours with a colleague or Donna on work duty but none of these women had ever made him feel anything else than friendly thoughts or in Donna’s case, resentment.
Being with you was something else. You’ve never made him feel like he was different, stupid or as if he’s not making sense whenever he speaks his mind. He doesn’t feel invalidated with you and for that, he’s grateful.
Another thing is that he was striked by your beauty since day one. As soon as he saw who asked for "Steven Grant?" in the waiting room next to your office, he was at loss for words.
Somehow, he managed to articulate, "Me? I- I’m Steven Grant." His knees almost gave him up when he tried to get up.
Now, I’m not saying that having Steven as your patient is an easy thing either. At times, it’s hard to keep yourself from smiling too hard whenever he gets caught up in his stories about Ancient Egypt or Egyptian Gods. To not offer to go talk to Donna yourself whenever he shares the awful things she tells him. Steven just has this thing about him that’s difficult to pinpoint.
It’s also difficult to hear him trash talk about himself and invalidating his own thoughts. He’s quick to underestimate himself and in these cases, it’s complicated to stay professional and not go to hold him close as to comfort him.
For you, Steven fell and he fell pretty hard. This leads him to stutter and become a blushing mess when he realises that you really take interest in what he has to share.
Before he finally builds the courage to invite you to dinner, he rehearses in front of his mirror, correcting himself over and over again. "C’mon Steven, you’ve never looked this silly. - What am I even doing?"
He’s also wondered if he was even allowed to invite you out. Was it against the rules?
But, turned out that he didn’t have much time to think about it because he soon came back to his senses.
And when he did so, he found you sitting across his table, in a beautifully dimmed down restaurant. "This, this can’t be," he thought, astonished. You looked beautiful, drop dead gorgeous he’d say even.
At this dinner, you talked about your potential relationship and you told him that no one could know about this, until you could figure it out.
But, this didn’t upset him.
"I- I’d love to be your secret," he admitted almost in a whisper as a warm red was painting his cheeks slowly.
It took a very long time to get Marc to open up to you. And, even when he started to, you’d always feel that he was still keeping a lot to himself.
I’d say that it took at least 5 sessions to get him to talk to you about his past without having to invite him to do so with questions.
He’s find things to fidget with while talking. Pens, his phone, this little plushy toy you keep on the couch that seems easier to play with rather than having to face your gaze.
But, with time, he’d learned to recognise that you weren’t there to judge him, at all. That feeling was very unknown to him, who’d grown up constantly feeling rejected, as if he didn’t belong. Because it was all the contrary with you, therapy sessions started to become his safe space.
But then, he realised that he’d fallen for you. For your smile, your laugh he’d manage to hear after making a self-deprecating joke — you hadn’t laughed because he was making fun of himself but more out of relief to see that he was making progress and finding light in his errors —, for the comforting words that would come out of your mouth without restraint. Everything you did or said seemed genuine for him and it was comforting.
Many nights were spent sitting on the floor, his back against an empty bed. Some times he’d have a drink in hand, others it’d be his phone as his finger would hover over your number, wondering if calling you would be the right thing to do.
"For God’s sake, shut up Steven, would you? It’s not your call to make," he’d snap at Steven’s reflection in the mirror, who’d spent the last minute trying to convince him to give it a try.
"Actually mate, it kinda is. Now, you can make fun of me all you want but here, you’re the one who’s shitting himself and not being the most courageous."
"Oh, fuck me," Marc growled, shutting the mirror doors abruptly before squeezing the bridge of his nose in defeat.
That night, he grabbed his phone and grew the guts to call you.
"Hey, Dr.-"
"Hi, Marc?- It’s late, isn’t it? Is everything okay?"
Looking back at the time at the top of his screen, which read 9PM, he closed his eyes and bit his lower lip rather strongly. "Right. Have you eaten yet?" he asked, hoping to God that it wasn’t the case.
"Actually, no. I was about to order something, why’s that? Are you okay, Marc?"
His heart swooned when realising that you’d asked him twice about how he was doing, meaning that you cared.
"I am, don’t worry. I haven’t eaten either."
Now, you knew what was coming and smiled on the other end.
"Would you like to come get dinner with me? On me.- I mean, it’s on me. Fu- I’ll pay is what I mean."
Hearing Marc actually let the stress get the best of him and stutter made you laugh in a way that reassured him. It was warm and genuine, which didn’t make him feel judged.
His heart skipped yet another beat when you said "Of course, sure Marc. I’ll send you the address, text me when you’re here."
• After he hung up, he went to grab a jacket and put it on in front of the mirror, where he had to face Steven again, who greated him with a proud grin. "See? Wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it?"
Marc scoffed, adjusting his collar, "Because you’re one to speak, right."
Steven rolled his eyes, "Not fair, mate. But, you can have a laugh as much as you want at my expense, you owe me."
"For what, now?" Marc stopped to look at Steven, with his eyebrows raised.
"Well, if I hadn’t pissed you off,-"
"And you’re doing it again, see?" Marc cut Steven off and finished to tie his tie. In the other mirror, Steven closed his eyes for a second and sighed, "I’m not wining this one, am I?"
"Not tonight, brother. Tonight will be my night," he stated at Steven first and repeated the last part once again, but to him as a way to motivate himself.
a.n. here is my first Moon Knight work!! i really love writing about these two — Jake will appear soon, I just need to really get to know his character in more depth so it can be accurate —, i’ll gladly take more HCs requests <3
Days had started to feel longer and sadder ever since you and your now ex-boyfriend had broken up. The reason why seemed foolish for you but to him, it wasn’t. Right before he left you for good, he turned around to face you, a torn expression on his face.
“Look, I’m sorry Y/N but this is all just too much for me. You’re always away on a mission or whatever it is that you do and I just can’t take it anymore. I’m done here,” his words stung and the kiss he planted on your forehead did even more, as a tear rolled off your cheek.
Now, of course you had tried to reach out to him on the days that followed his departure. But, you quickly figured out that he had made up his mind for good and that it was time to get over him. Did you manage to do so? Not quite.
The Avengers eventually caught up on your odd behaviour, which was very different than the one they were used to. Usually, you’d be described as the bubbly one, the one who’s laugh can always be heard easily. There, it wasn’t the case at all. I’m not saying that you were sliding across every wall crying and hugging old photos of your ex but you weren’t exactly cheerful either.
“What’s her deal?” Pietro asked, as he nodded in your direction so that Sam would get who he was talking about.
“Y/N? I don’t know man, but from what I can see, she’s not having the best time right now,” he observed, frowning.
You were walking around the kitchen with eyes still puffy from the night before, which you had spent erupting in small breakdowns right when you thought the previous one would be the last ever. You almost teared up again when you went to pour coffee in your cup and noticed that none was left. However, Wanda’s comforting hand your shoulder kept you from doing so.
“Here, let me take care of this.”
In the blink of an eye, your cup was filled and warm to perfection. She stood before you, her head tilted and her eyes filled with concern.
“You’re still coming tonight, right?”
“Tonight?”
“Stark.”
“What’s with Tony?”
“His party, Y/N. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about it.”
Of course you had. So many things were running in your mind and Stark’s party had been the very last to do so. All you’d been thinking about lately was what you were going to do next. Would you get rid of the pictures? The playlist? His old shirt? Toothbrush? Not once had a party been your main concern.
You shook your head in confusion and frowned, wondering if a going to a party would be the best choice to make at that moment. Wanda caught up, and gave you half a smile. Taking your hands in hers, she squeezed them with affection.
“You have to come. I’m sure it’ll help you clear your head. Plus, Natasha can’t come… I can only handle so many bad news,” she leaned in a bit, and gave you the puppy dog look only she can do so well.
She smiled victoriously the minute you rolled your eyes, in defeat. “Yes. I’m confident you will thank me tomorrow morning,” she said before kissing your cheek and leaving to go to training.
The day passed on an average note. You spent an hour or so training with Steve and Sam, who had both tried to make you forget your problems with punches and kicks.
“C’mon, sweetheart. Give me a smile, I promise I’ll let you win next time,” Sam breathed cockily as he stood over you, a n inviting hand hovering over you as an invite to help you up.
“Right.”
When the time finally came, you heard three knocks following a rhythm only you, Natasha and Wanda had established.
“Uh- Wow,” Wanda let out as she stepped back a bit. “Now I kind of hope he’ll show up only for him to break down with regrets.”
You chuckled and looked down quickly, “Can we please just not talk about him anymore? I’m coming to forget.”
Wanda laughed along and took your hand in hers as she started walking, “Right, to forget.”
Stark was known for his extravagant parties and yet again, he hadn’t missed one beat. The decoration was ravishing, dancers were dancing high up, on golden platforms. The music was loud, coming from every where in the room, which was made possible by the new technology he was experiencing.
“Well, if these aren’t the two most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Not even in Asgard,” you and Wanda turned around to face Thor, smiling with a drink in hand. Handsome couldn’t even be the right word to compliment him back, but you still used it.
“I have to agree here,” Pietro appeared behind him and walked in to plant a protective kiss on his sister’s forehead. “You do look very beautiful, Y/N,” he noticed out loud with a thick accent, as his eyes quickly scanned your entire self which made you feel naked almost.
The music was loud, almost too much but this and drinks were the perfect combo to make you think about anything else than him. However, the content smile quickly disappeared from your face when you spot him at the bar, with a hand holding firmly the back of a woman you’d never seen before. “Why’d I have to look at this damn bar,” you thought, regretful.
“What’s wrong, dragoste?” you heard Pietro’s voice quite close to your ear, which sent shivers down your back.
“Hm? Nothing. I think I’m gonna take some air,” you said loudly enough for him to hear. You thought he’d leave it at that but that’s knowing Pietro wrong. A frown automatically decored his traits and he faked a pouty expression, earning a smile from you.
He leaned in again, “Don’t tell me it’s because of that guy, there.” You tried to fake innocence but gave up because he’d shown you enough times before that he can always see right through your bullshit. “C’mon.”
You didn’t have the time to think before feeling yourself being dragged deeper into the crowd, yet closer to the bar. It didn’t take you long to connect the dots, Pietro had a plan. Classic one, even stupid but saying that it didn’t make you feel like a teen again would be a lie.
“This song actually makes me despise Americans a bit less,” Pietro admitted with a grin as he took your hand in order to make you twirl once or twice. Being with him was like a breath of fresh air. He’d always have this special ability to make you smile and crack a laugh even when you really didn’t feel like it. Again, he didn’t miss. He’d managed to make you forget about what you had just witnessed. However, what you hadn’t expected was for Pietro’s charm to actually work on you. When you weren’t single, you’d been doing your best to not appear like his tricks made you feel anything. You’d stay friendly at best and leave it at that. But now that you were “free” again? Hell, it was all different then.
Now, maybe it was also enabled by the alcohol, the music and the mix of anger, sadness and deception that had been bottling up in you. But, you could tell that something was different.
“Hey,” you saw Pietro mouth and so, you leaned in, standing on your tippy toes. His breath felt warm on your ear and for a second, you felt your knees give you up. “He’s looking at us. Brother doesn’t seem to pleased.”
You could tell that Pietro was having fun with it but didn’t take it too seriously. You’d witness every time he’d show a new girl around the tower or cancel your team plans to meet one. Everyone knew that Pietro was living the single life to the fullest and hence that you were probably one among others. But, for once, you didn’t hang onto that miserable thought.
“Oh,” you breathed in — almost — fake exasperation, “Let him.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you brought him closer to you.
Pietro looked surprised at first, then amused, and then simply content. It also felt as if he relaxed under your touch. As if being around you on this very night was different for him as well. But, you didn’t pay it much attention either.
“It’s getting too hot in here, I think I want to get some air and thistime, I really mean it,” you managed to say between breaths. Seems like partying can be exhausting when done with Pietro. “Trust me?” you heard him ask as he grabbed your hand firmly and nodded almost immediately.
“There.”
Looking around, you made up that you were now both standing on the only empty spot of the Stark terrace, above New York. The view was breathtaking as always but Pietro’s blue eyes reflecting the city lights was even more.
The flirting went on, Pietro was making a few jokes and you’d laugh shamelessly. “I prefer to see you like that.”
“Like what?”
“Happier.”
“I was.”
“Didn’t seem so lately.”
Now, it hit you. You were mourning a relationship that had actually — theoretically — ended weeks ago. You bit the inside of your cheek as you realised all of this and shook your head in disbelief. Pietro, on the other hand, was looking for your eyes as as a smile started to form on his lips.
“You’re right.”
“It feels good when you admit it.”
“Please, don’t get too cocky.”
“I’d never.”
Your exchanges were getting shorter and shorter as tension started to build. Even though the music was inside, it was still pounding in your chest and blame it on that or your surroundings which made you loose track of everything but it all happened so fast. Next thing you knew, you lips were on Pietro’s and your hand on the back his head.
Now, what surprised you was how quickly he caught up. He didn’t brush you off or stopped you. Instead, he kissed you back and even smiled into the kiss. It all felt so relieving. To the point that it didn’t feel like faking anything anymore.
a.n. I tried a new writing style, tell me what you guys think!
matthew is a big fan of hugs so if that’s all you could provide him with plus some kisses then he would still be happy
however, since he’s missing sight, he’s always had to rely on smells and touch, especially
meaning that you’d have to be ready to have him being constantly by your side
sweet gestures when you guys are in public — bc he’s not so fond of PDA
but behind closed doors, it’d be another story
sometimes he’d wrap his arms around you, covering your body with all his weight
others, he’d cover your neck with soft kisses or gently brush your thigh with his thumb
though, he’d often check in with you — asking you if he’s not doing anything that he considers to be “vanilla” but that seems too sexual to you and therefore, could make you uncomfortable — as he wants you to be as relaxed as possible when you’re with him
notwithstanding, i feel like when you guys would make out, you could feel him wanting to push things further and draw himself back almost immediately, which every now and then, would lead you to make him sit down in order to talk about the future of your relationship
Note : This work remains uncompleted for now because I’ve ran out of ideas. But, also because regarding Matt and from what we’ve seen from his character in Daredevil, I feel like it’d be different from Frank Castle and that maybe, after a few years, he’d want to have sexual relations eventually which could lead him to slowly back away and ask to keep you as one of his close friends… Though I’m unsure about that, i really don’t know…
Please let me know what you think about that, I’m curious to hear your thoughts about it!
Hiiii. So HC for Frank Castle checking on you even in the middle of the biggest gunfight. Just an idea 😍😍😁👌🏼
ohhhhh my man would be on edge lol
okay so bullets were shot from almost everywhere and you had somehow managed to find a hiding spot
frank was already feeling so many things at once — heartbreak after discovering that Billy had been playing with the enemy among other things — so when he noticed that you weren’t in his shadow anymore, he went mad
first thing he thought was that you had been shot without him being there to protect you
he screamed your name with little hope that he’d get an answer
so when he heard you yell your position, he turned his head so fast he didn’t notice the soldier pointing his firearm right back at him
"son of a bitch," he blurted when he felt a stinging pain in the side of his thigh
he quickly handled the guy and ran — the best he could — to join you behind the huge tree"
"there you are-"
"shit frank, your thigh!" you noticed, reaching to him but he stopped you, grabbing your wrist
"that ain’t my biggest issue right now, sweetheart. you’re okay?" he asked, eyes full of concern as he cupped your cheek; his eyes were scanning your face, searching for the smallest excuse to go back there and end them all
"i’m fine, i’m fine. we have to put an end to this, i’m tired Frank. I just want to get out of here," you rushed and his brows furrowed when he saw that little tear forming on the corner of your eye.
"mh, okay sweetheart. you stay here and we’ll be home in no time, okay?"
"no, no. you bet your ass i’m not letting you finish them all by yourself" you winced as you used his shoulder to help yourself get back on your feet and ofc, a proud grin formed on frank’s lips.
"atta girl," he said as he kissed the top of your forehead before loading his gun one last time.
dinner is served ladies and gents, and i know we love us some frank content
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