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I Run To You

Frank Castle x OFC! Jane Runner x Billy Russo

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: angst, language

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Everything: @negans-lucille-tblr // @coffee-obsessed-writer

Frank Castle: @hudsonbird

The Punisher: @baseballbitch116 // @suchatinyinfinity

Series: @me-robot-x // @its-my-little-dumpster-fire // @imaginecrushes // @jooheoniesdimples

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5 (FINAL)***

“Hey, baby.” Billy’s warm, raspy voice called out after he heard the elevator door open into the living room. The sound of his bare feet padded on the marble floor towards you. “How did talking to Curtis go?” He smiled and rubbed her arm sweetly.

She faked a smile and melted into his affection, “Good.” She lied, “He thinks that Frank and I still have some unfinished business and that’s why I think I see him—” Jane cleared her throat, feeling the anguish ripping at her again. She turned to him, “He thinks that it’s a good idea for us to go away this weekend still.” She lifted onto her tip toes and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, “I think so, too.”

“I’m so proud of you, Jane.” He said, running his fingers in her hair, “But, what do you think it is that’s between you and Frank?”

Jane peeled away from him and removed her jacket from her slender shoulders. “I never told you this but, I was in love with him.” She admitted, “And the day that we came back from our last tour he—” she paused, Billy’s eyebrows knitted together, “You remember how he left the base in a hurry?”

Billy nodded and leaned against the large white island in the kitchen, “Yeah, he wouldn’t even look at me—” he stopped himself briefly, “Jane, you told me Frank didn’t—”

“And he didn’t, Billy.” She interrupted his insinuation. “He left in a hurry because he kissed me—I don’t know why or—or what it meant but,” she paused and looked into Billy’s eyes. “It didn’t matter then and it doesn’t matter now.” Her voice trailed off into a whisper, she hugged Billy’s shirtless form, “I’m sorry I never told you…”

His hand came up to caress her body tightly pressed onto his, “We all loved Frank…it’s okay, Jane—I love you.” He whispered and kissed the top of her head.

“I love you too, babe.” She said into his chest.

“Come on, let’s get you all packed up; our car will be here in an hour and maybe we can—” he smiled devilishly and wiggled his eyebrows to her.

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“You have truly outdone yourself, Russo.” Jane said swirling her wine inside of her glass. “Curtis was right, this weekend was just what I needed, I’m so sad it’s over already—have to go back to normal tomorrow.” She complained, popping out her bottom lip sarcastically.

“That’s mostly true.” Billy said making Jane cock her head to the side slightly. “Jane,” he said standing from his chair, “All of my life I have never known what true love felt like…until I met you.” He paused and lowered to one knee in from of her. “You saved my life two and a half years ago, a couple of days after that you gave me a chance; and for the past nine hundred and ten days you have done more than save my life, you have taught me what loving someone means.”

“Oh my God! Billy!” Jane gasped, tears seeping from the corners of her eyes as she looked at her boyfriend on one knee in front of her, his shaky hands opening up the small turquoise box.

“Jane Runner, would you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Russo?” He said with a wide smile and looked deeply to her with love filled eyes.

Her head nodded rapidly, “Yes! Oh my God, yes!” She smiled and held out her left hand.

Billy slipped on the massive ring onto her thin finger and stood with her, “I love you!” He smiled and kissed her lovingly. “We’re going to get married! Oh my God!” He laughed happily.

“I know! I love you so much!” She hummed in happiness, “Mrs. Jane Russo does have a nice ring to it!” She said in awe of her new engagement ring that was delicately shining on her ring finger.

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It now had been two weeks since her and Billy came home from their weekend getaway; they found great joy in revealing their engagement.

Jane sipped on the glass of wine that she held in her left hand, reclining on the couch, binge watching her guilty pleasure tv show, The Bachelor. Her phone vibrated viciously on the couch cushion next to her, her hand flipped it over and her thumb slid effortlessly across the screen before she placed it to her cheek, “Hey baby, I thought you said you’d be working all night and—”

Her voice was cut off by a man’s low, urgent tone that wasn’t her fiancés “Jane, it’s me—”

Tears instantly dripped from her eyes knowing whose voice it was, “No—” she shook her head, causing a tear to spill over her eyelashes. “You’re—it’s not you, you’re—Frank is dead!” Jane closed her eyes and tried to make the man’s voice sound like someone other than Frank Castle.

“Jane, it’s me—Meet me under the bridge—you know which one; 25 mins.” The phone went silent.

Jane’s knees wobbled as she got up from the couch, the residual sound of a dead line ringing in her ears, mixing with the punisher’s voice. Her brain swirled around the call as she sobbed, making her knees buckle. She brought her hands up to stabilize herself and then the anger doubled through her body as she threw her phone, shattering it on the wall right next to a picture of her, Curtis, Billy and Frank on their last mission together.

She stared with tear-filled eyes down at the shattered shards that lay along the floor of the apartment. The back of her hand stifled her sobbing as she brought it to her face, “I—I have to know.” She whispered, grabbing her coat and keys, her large diamond on her left hand glistening in the light of the large apartment and she got into the elevator.

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Frank hid in a dark shadowed area near the bridge, his hood up as his eyes remained low as he surveyed the scene for her. “Where are you, Runner? Come on. I know you’re comin’ just where are you?” He whispered internally to himself.

“F-Frank?” Her shaky voice cut through the silence, her hot breath erupting a small cloud into the night air. Her jaw tightened with anticipation and her chest felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest.

“You came?” He questioned deeply and turned around slowly, this hood still shielding his face.

“You knew I would.” She responded to him with tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. He scoffed and nodded his head at her. “I need to see your face—” she said gritting her teeth in a poor attempt in containing her emotions. “Damn it, I need to know!” She raised her voice a little.

The man raised his hands slowly in a silent effort to calm her. He slowly tucked his hands into the hood and threw it back to expose his identity, confirming that it was indeed the deadman, Frank Castle. “Jane—”

“You son-of-a-bitch!” She cried the tears falling continuously, her fists balled and she jabbed at his body.

His hands never left his sides. He took every punch, knowing that he deserved it; for all of the pain that he had caused her over the past years.

“How could you! Fucking asshole!” She continued, her blows becoming sloppy and her knees becoming weaker and weaker with every hit. “I fucking loved you—how could you? How could you do that to me?”

His hands grabbed her wrists as he shushed her, “Jane.” His heart hit down into his stomach at her last words she cried to him. His arms wrapped around her body that was now leaning on his broad chest as she cried. He sank down onto his knees and held her while she cried. “I’m so sorry.” He began, “I’m so fuckin’ sorry for what I did to you—an’ I’m the biggest fuckin’ asshole in the world for doin’ that to you—I won’t ever forgive myself for what I’ve done.”

After Jane had cried herself nearly dry and Frank held her and she calmed down, he helped her back to her feet. “I thought you were dead, asshole!” She gritted her teeth and glared up at him through her running mascara.

“I know.” He regressed and stared at his feet. “I’m not askin’ for your forgiveness Jane, I just wanna talk.”

Jane scoffed heavily, “You—you just wanna talk after I blamed myself every fucking day for what happened to your family and for what happened to you?!” She pointed, tears welling once more in her eyes. “Yeah, Frank—let’s fucking talk!”

Frank began, “I should have never done—wait, why would you blame yourself for—”

“How could I not, Frank. I loved you and I couldn’t have you—when we came home and you kissed me I, I,” she paused at a loss for words, “I couldn’t stop thinking about it—when they died I thought it was because of me.” She admitted, “You weren’t able to protect them because of me.” She clarified.

“So you know that I didn’t kill my family?” He gazed up at her through his thick eyelashes.

“Come on Frank, you loved Maria and the kids—” Jane reciprocated the look as she picked at her jacket hem. “Then when they said you were dead; I should have been there for you when that happened, a better friend or—”

“None of what happened was your fault, Jane. None of it, you hear me?” He said stepping close to her and touching her arm, “What happened was because of me; that’s why I didn’t tell you I was alive, I was doing that to protect you.”

She pulled her arm away from his touch and stared back at him with painful eyes. Frank nodded and took a step back and respected her boundaries, his brown eyes catching the light glistening off of her left ring finger. He motioned to it, “So, uh you and Billy are getting married?” His tone tinged with pain, “Congrats.” He said turning and resting his arms on the railing by the water.

She sniffled and took the same position beside him, finally controlling the emotions she was feeling. “Yeah, we’re happy together— he was there.” Her words hitting him hard inside his chest. There was a profound moment of silence between the both of you as you adjusted to the new reality that he never died…the tension still evident but subsiding after the initial confirmation of his identity.

After a half an hour Frank sucked in a deep breath, “I’ve been keeping an eye on you just to make sure you’re safe.” He tilted his head to the side and looked towards her as she stared at the skyscrapers of the city.

Jane says, “I know. I saw you and then you disappeared again, I thought I was losing my fucking mind, Castle.”

“I’m sorry, Jane, for everything…really.” He paused, “An’ you owe me nothing, especially after what I’ve done,” Frank then said, “But, I need your help.” He looked at her with his back eye, “Look; what I’m doing, it’s stupid and dangerous—sometimes I need patched up—”

She said without any hesitation, “Whenever.” She looked him deeply in the eyes, “You need me and I’m there; whatever it is, I’m in.” Her eyes connected with his, his eyebrows raised at the firm agreement that she just made. “I’m still fucking pissed off at you; so don’t think that I’m not, Frank.” She warned, making him half smile back at her. “I’m just glad to know that I wasn’t going crazy.” Her voice trailed as she pulled him into her body and hugged him tightly.

“Billy doesn’t know that I’m alive…and he can’t know, Jane.” she could feel the vibrations of his chest as he spoke. She released his body from her embrace and looked back at him with uncertainty.

Jane nodded slowly, “Okay,” she paused, suppressing the emotions that came along with the agreement to help a deadman; the punisher and lie to her fiancé about it all. “I fucking knew your sorry ass was alive.” she sniffled and laughed.

Frank cracked a smile on his bruised, stone-like face; his hot breath emitting small clouds into the cold New York night, “Yeah, no chick-flick moments; I remember… what I love about you, Jane.” His smile fades after he heard himself say the word ‘love’ for the first time in a long time, “I’ll stay in touch, Runner.” He said, his hand remaining on her elbow for an extra second.

___

Jane walked out of the elevator into the living room, kicking her shoes off and setting her keys down on the table. She began to untie her jacket but jumped at the sound of Billy’s voice, “Where were you?” He questioned her as he flicked on a light.

She slumped her shoulders to allow her black wool jacket to slip from her body before she tossed it on the couch. “Out on a run.” she answered him quickly walking into the kitchen to grab a water bottle to try and ‘sell’ your lie…

“Really?” He said skeptically, crossing his arms and leaning on the edge of the countertop. “You’ve never went out on a run in a jacket before, Jane.” He lowered his jaw to her, silently asking for the truth.

“I saw Frank.” She admitted.

“Come here,” he whispered and closed his eyes, guiding her to his body as he hugged her tightly. He remained silent for a minute as Jane reciprocated the embrace and melted into him. He kissed the top of her head and then rested his chin on the top of her head, “He’s gone, Jane.”

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