25
You encounter with Frank was a few weeks ago, you had seen him everyother Wednesday (well he had missed two or three but that didn't matter) and you found your self longing for Wednesday night, longing for Frank, it seemed like the horrible ache of your body on Thursday was worth it, simply feeling his hands on you was enough.
You were drawn out of your thoughts of Frank and Wednesday’s when the door to you apartment opened as Matt(well daredevil at this time) stumbled through your door.
“Mathew?” You stood up placing your yellow red bull (the best flavor FIGHT ME) on the coffee table along with your phone. Walking towards your brother who was barley holding himself up, and if it wasnt for the coat rack he was clingy on to he would have been on the floor. You encounter with Frank was a few weeks ago, you had seen him everyother Wednesday (well he had missed two or three but that didn't matter) and you found your self longing for Wednesday night, longing for Frank, it seemed like the horrible ache of your body on Thursday was worth it, simply feeling his hands on you was enough.
You were drawn out of your thoughts of Frank and Wednesday’s when the door to you apartment opened as Matt(well daredevil at this time) stumbled through your door.
“Mathew?” You stood up placing your yellow Red Bull (the best flavor and anyone that disagrees can get millierocked) and your phone on the coffee table, walking towards your brother who was barley holding himself up, and if it wasnt for the coat rack he was clinging on to he would have been on the floor.
“Call Claire.” He choked out falling onto the floor.
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He was infuriating, he came to your apartment had you call Claire, let her patch him up and now he wouldn't tell you anything about what happened.
“Come on Matthew, what the fuck happened?” You exclaimed pinching the bridge of your nose. “If I tell you it would put you in danger.” You groaned. “Just knowing you puts me in danger, not to mention that I'm your sister.” You spat.
“Damn it [Name]! Drop it!” Matt screamed. You took a step away from the couch. “Get out.” You mubbled with a shaky voice. “Go lie half dead in your own apartment, if your not gonna tell me what happened you can find someone else to help you.” You felt chocked up at you watched him walk towards the door.
“Ephesains 4:25...” You mumbled under your breath. “Having put away falsehonod-” “let each one of you speak the truth with his neighbor, for we are members one of another.” Matt finished before closing the door to your apartment.
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“Father I don't know what to do.” You cried sitting in confession both. “I can't watch him do this to himself and then fuckin belittle-” “Language.” “Sorry father.” You cleared your throat wiping your eyes.
“You have no control over what your brother does, only what you do.” You knew that, you knew Matt’s decisions were completely his own but you could not help this guilt, like you could have stopped him if you tried harder.
“Father, I have something else to confess.” “What is it child?” You swallowed roughly. “The punisher, Frank Castle, i’m having him train me to defend myself.” “I hope you don’t plan on following your brothers path.” “No, i just want to say i can protect myself, but i fear my feeling for Frank are becoming inappropriate.” You pressed your tongue against your bottom lip.
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You swung your gym bag over your shoulder grabbing your keys off the hook by your door. It was Tuesday, you'd go see Frank tomorrow but today you didn't need the feeling of Frank, you needed the feeling of hitting something.
You shut and locked your door, making your way down the hall, it wasn’t ten minutes later you made it to the gym. You nodded your head placing twenty dollars on the counter before walking towards the bench. Setting your bag down pulling out the tape.
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“Okay [Nick name].” Matt said with a grin crouching in front of you're looking your hand while you sat on the bench. “I'm gonna show you how to wrap your knukels so you don't completely fuck them up.”
Matt sat in front of you explain it as he did your left hand. He placed the loop over your thumb he wrapped your hand starting at the back pulling it around, he wrapped your wrist three times he wrapped it around you palm and your knuckle, then threw crossed threw your fingers, he then wrapped your thumb and back around your knuckles once more before hooking the velcro.
“There you go, no you try to do the other hand.” He handed you the other wrap. You followed his previous movements step by step. “You did it!” Matt smiled as your pushed yourself off the bench, wrapping your arms around his neck.
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You always thought of Matt teaching you whenever you wrapped your hands, you blinked away tears, he was so truthful back then, or maybe he was just better at lying back then you weren’t sure which.
You squared up with the bag, beginning to deliver punch after punch, hit after hit. You imagined three different faces while you were working out, Matt, Wilson Fisk, and occasionally yourself.
It was two hours later that you noticed how long you had been in the gym, when you noticed that other than the owner you were the last person left in the gym. You began to undo your wraps shoving them in your bag. You nodded to the gym owner as you threw your bag over your shoulder walking towards your apartment.
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You walked out of the shower drying your hair before putting it up in a messy bun. You put on a large t-shirt and shorts before grabbing a beer out of the fridge and sitting on the couch.
Your whole body tenses as you hear the handle of your door jiggle. You looked back as you reached into your gym bag you left sitting on the coffee table grabbing your gun.
You walked towards the door. “I've got a gun and I'm not afraid to fucking use it.” You announced before opening the door, your eyes widened as you were meet with a bloodied and battered Frank Castle.
“Hey Murdock, can you give me a hand?” He asked looking at you, a small grin on his face.