"...How the hell did you find me?

I wasn't..."

He winced and held his side.

"That was supposed to be a one-way trip, kid."

Frank woke up, confused why he was still alive after storming into a vipers nest of bastards, and walking out more shot up than a training area. He assumed the light was his wife or kids meeting him in death.

He sighed and tilted his head back on the sofa as he saw Tandy.

“Shit…”

||: From the inventors of the Booba rifles from Austin Powers comes:

The Booba Bazooka: Now with heat seeking and silent propulsion :D

upward against the man's jaw, certainly breaking his mandible. He ripped a taser off the man's belt and fired it at the other man, watching him spasm and then punched him hard in the head.

He looked to the driver and gestured with haste for him to drive off.

"Read the situation, civvie."

security, holding that shit like a kindergarten's first fucking paintball gun at a goddamn civvie?"
The two men looked between each other, stupidly carrying their weapons carelessly as they were starstruck.

"Holy shit, it's the Pu-"
Frank grabbed the stock of the closest man's gun and slammed it--

the cheap government gear grabbed at their weapons waiting for something to spark.

Frank slammed the driver side door and walked towards them so he'd be the center of attention, not the van. The fact that they went silent with some misplaced reverence pissed him off.

"You call yourself--

"Not like I used to. But we adapted our guts quickly in Kandahar."

He squinted as he heard yelling up ahead of them, both from the agents and driver, as something was escalating.
"Ah, shit... Stay cloaked, kid. Gotta play deterrent for a second.
Frank slowly opened the door, as the assholes in --

||: I just got into One Piece. You don't have to pretend.

originally comes from.

But the sandwich?" He put the knuckles on, four letters embossed on each knuckle. A.C.A.B.

"That's a New York fucking staple, kid."

He chuckled and drove upward slowly, checking his mirrors.
"Meant the sandwich."

He saw the sweeping officers harassing an ESL driver about five cars ahead, his hands squeezing the wheel, and he turned the engine off.

"Place my family's from in Sicily is around the area Chicken Parmigiana --

||: Very One Piece vibes.

He nodded, the border area approaching their line of vision.

"You look good, kid. Black and white looks good on you."

He took a brass knuckle out of the glove compartment.

"Feel like getting a chicken parm after we get into a town.

What are you hungry for?"

will know we're coming."

He unzipped his vest, revealing his insignia.

"You deal with comms, I'll deal with them."
He caught the glare as he looked over.

"Yeah, yeah.

Nobody dies...

God damn bleeding hearts..."

"Yeah, got some jugs of water and an extra thermos if you want it." He reached in the back seat and grabbed a large steel tube for water.

"I said we had to pass customs.

Never said we were followin' protocol. Suit up and get your webs ready. We need to be quick or those clever ninja bastards --

||: Yes!

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||: Santa Punisher scares me...

||: Fuck you, creatinine

||: Got that dad energy already

"We're almost leaving Texas, thank fucking Christ, so we're about four hours once we pass customs and head south to the contact."

@webofspider-man.bsky.social

Continually smacks Spidey's hand away from the dial as Michelle Branch played.

"You break the etiquette of road travel, I kick you out of the damn car. Try swinging in a damn desert."

He didn't want to elaborate it was his wife's mixtape unless he asked.

Is carefully putting together an Empire State Building Lego set alone in his hideout.

"...Loveyoutoo."

||: I know people say Jon Bernthal was destined to be Frank Castle, but Wilson Bethel IS Bullseye.

6.
Things piss him off a lot, but he tries not to be too vocal about it.

"...Thanks."

That's when you break them back.