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[forever-rogue]

I See Right Through You - Part VI (Finale)

Summary: Y/N’s a DC upshot, who has a lot of opinions and isn’t afraid of speaking her mind. That’s exactly what got her in trouble in the first place. That’s exactly what led to Frank Castle entering her life as her bodyguard. It’s a love-hate thing…but it’s just business, right?

A/N: Thanks for all your support on this series, fam! This is going to be the last part, since this is meant to be a short story. I hope you all enjoy! Taglists and Requests are open! xx

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Language

PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV | PART V

MASTERLIST

Y/N held the camera up to her eyes as she tried to capture a few more shots of the fields of flowers in the dying light of the day. She had been at it for hours, but for some reason, she was unsatisfied with the photos she had taken today. Something felt off, and she just was not getting the money shot she had been lusting after.

She clicked the shutter a few more times, before sighing and and taking the lens off of the camera body and putting them into bag sitting at her feet. She figured it as no use to keep trying today, she’d just have to come back another day and hope it turned out better.

Y/N stifled a yawn and stretched, feeling the stiffness in her arms and legs from remaining still for so long. She paused when she thought she heard some movement behind her and whipped around, trying to locate the source of the noise. She frowned to herself when she saw nothing, but decided to chalk it up to behind the wind. Bending over, she picked up her gear and started walking home, hoping it wouldn’t be too dark to walk.

It had taken her less time than normal to get home, being as she had walked about twice as fast, the feeling that someone was watching or following her didn’t leave her. She had kept her eyes peeled, but she never saw anyone or anything out of place, figuring she was probably just tired or her mind was playing tricks on her.

Her life for the last nine months had been peaceful and quiet and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Y/N had moved to a small town in the upper part of New York, renting a small but charming house. She had adopted a quiet life, slowly being a part of the community and working as a freelance photographer. It wasn’t perfect by any means, her dreams were still often clouded with the dark memories that had been a part of her life back in DC, but she had grown to like her new life.

Pausing at her front door, she pulled out her keys and fumbled around for the one for the front, cursing herself for having so many keychains. After a few moments she finally got the key untangled and stuck it into the lock when her heart stopped at the sound of her whispered name.

“Y/N,” the familiar voice sent a chill down her spine, as she stiffened her shoulders and debated if she should even turn around or just head inside and slam the door shut.

“Frank,” she sighed in response as she turned on her heel and came face to face with the man she had run away from all those months ago, “I should have known it was you following me earlier.”

“You knew, huh?” he raised his eyebrows and gave her a cocky grin. She wanted to punch him in the face already, but decided it probably wasn’t a good idea.

“I knew it wasn’t just the wind earlier,” she sighed as she headed into the house and flipped on the hall light, “I supposed I should have expected you sooner or later. You look like shit, by the way.”

“Thanks. It’s nice to see you too,” he chuckled as she beckoned for him to follow her. He wiped his shoes on the mat before stepping inside and interestedly looking at everything, “nice place.”

“I liked it too. It’s not much, but it’s home,” she set down her bag on the side table and headed into the kitchen, “to what do I owe the pleasure of your sudden intrusion back into my life?”

“I’m glad to see you’re so happy to see me,” he rolled his eyes at her as he took a seat at the small bar in the kitchen. She shrugged her shoulders at him as she opened the fridge and pulled out two beers, uncapping them before sliding one over to Frank and taking a long drink from hers.

“Well?” she asked as she leaned against the counter and looked at him expectantly. It appeared he hadn’t changed his ways much over the time she had been gone. His face was bruised and puffy, clear signs that he had been in an altercation not too long before. Clearly he was still moonlighting as the Punisher.

“Can’t a friend just check on another friend?” he asked innocently.

“A friend, yes. You, no. We’re not exactly what I’d call friends.”

“Fine, yeah okay. I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he admitted reluctantly as he leaned back in his chair and as she stared at him.

“So...you stalked me, in order to make sure I was okay?” she frowned at him as she grew annoyed. Why was that even now he managed to find ways to get under skin, “you could have just called, ya know? Not tracked me down hundreds of miles away.”

“I had to see for myself. Besides, how was I supposed to know you wouldn’t be lying to me, huh? We didn’t exactly part on good terms,” he was starting to get annoyed with her. Why did she just have to go and make everything so dramatic? She had always had to give him a fight over something.

“Because I have no reason to lie, Frank,” she sighed as she downed the last of beer and slammed the bottle on the counter, “I’m here doing just fine, okay? Nothing has happened, just like I said. I told you I was right along. But no, I was the one over reacting, right? I see nothing has changed for you though, that’s fantastic.”

“Really, you’re going to be like this right now?” Frank laughed to himself in disbelief. Some things never change, he thought to himself.

“I am, yeah. I’ve been busy trying to make a better life for myself, and then you think you can just come back and barge right in like nothing ever happened?” she started to walk away but turned back before exiting the kitchen completely, “why don’t we talk about the fact that nothing’s changed for you? I thought you were going on the straight path and keeping to yourself, but I see that meant nothing to you. You just can’t stay away from the violence, from the fight, right? I don’t want this back in my life, Frank.”

“Y/N, do you really that’s all I do?” he asked as he shook his head at her.

“I don’t know and to be honest, I don’t really care. See yourself out,” she sighed and gave him a wave of her hand as she started heading upstairs to her bedroom.

It was silent for a few moments before Y/N could hear the scrape of a chair and footsteps thumping up the stairs. She rolled her eyes to herself before sitting down on her bed and waiting for him to storm in and confront her. She knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t just going to let anything go.

“You’re just as stubborn and big mouthed as ever, I see,” he frowned at her as he crossed his arms over his broad chest and leaned against the doorway, “will you ever accept that some people do care about you and want to see you safe?”

“I can and do accept that fact,” Y/N glared at him, “when are you going to accept the same thing? I get what you’re trying to do, I do, really. You’ve been through more than anyone deserves, but sometimes you have to know when to end the fight. Not everything needs intervention by you. Things will work out, whether the Punisher is there or not. You’re basically working on borrowed time, Frank. People will realize it’s still you and they will come after you again. You’ve gotten off basically a free man, but here you are again, a ticking time bomb living a wake of destruction behind you.”

“You really think I can’t take care of myself? That I’d be so reckless that I’d get caught?” he sneered at her, a mixture of annoyed that she thought she needed to protect him and concern that she thought he needed protection. He’d been alone so long, he had a hard time letting anyone and Y/N had been a rare exception.

“I didn’t say that. And I do think you can take care of yourself, but I also think you need to let other people help you too. You don’t have to go through everything on your own. I’ve told you that before, but you wouldn’t listen,” she told up and walked over to him, squaring up directly in front of him, “and here we are.”

“Y/N, it’s not that simple,” he sighed as he met her worried eyes.

“But it can be,” she insisted as she gently touched his bruised cheek, “just walk away, Frank. You’ve done so much, you’ve earned your rest. Come and join me here.”

“I wish I could just do that,” he nodded in agreement, as he touched her hand and held it gently in hers, “but it’s not that easy for me. I have...loose ends to tie up...unfinished business.”

“You’re just never going to stop, are you?’ she sighed heavily as she pulled away from him, trying to fight the familiar sting she felt in her eyes. She shrugged her shoulders at him before stepping back and flopping onto her bed, “go on then, and do what you need to. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Y/N, I-”

“But just stay with me tonight, please? We can pretend that things are the way they’re supposed to be, at least for a little while,” she pleaded with him as she gestured for him to come over to her. It amazed and frustrated her that even after all this time she still cared so much for him and those feelings had never really gone away.

“Okay,” his response was barely above a whisper as he walked over to her. He held his hand out to her and she eagerly accepted it, as he pulled her upright and into his arms. He held onto her tightly as he kissed the top of her head and she inhaled his familiar warm and musky smell.

She knew this probably wasn’t the best idea, but she couldn’t help herself. After all, one night couldn’t hurt anything. She pulled back from him and planted her lips on his, savoring that sweet taste that lingered there. He wasted no time in responding, his hands sliding down to her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. After a few moments he pulled away from her and rested his forehead against hers.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked quietly as she but her lip but nodded in response. He reached up and held her face gently in his hands and studied her face for a moment. Even he couldn’t deny the effect she had on him, “okay.”

“Okay,” she agreed.

Y/N hummed to herself as she planted to herself as she carried on planting the dozens of new flowers and plants she had bought. She never exactly had a green thumb, but she decided she wanted to try and take care of a small garden. It just made her backyard look that much more homey and cheery.

She had been living there for almost two years now, and finally decided to it was time to spruce up the place a little bit. She heard the gate to the backyard creak open, and wiped her hands on her pants, expecting it to be one of her neighbors stopping by to say hello. One of the benefits of living in a small and close community was getting to know the neighbors, and she had lucked out in having kind ones.

The sight that met her eyes was rather unexpected. She gasped in response and her hands flew to her face, covering her mouth in surprise.

There stood Frank Castle, bags in his hand, watching her expectantly. He looked the same and yet so different from when she had last seen him almost a year ago. His face wasn’t bruised or beaten, and he had lost some of the bulky muscle. His hair was longer and stubble covered his face.

“Well, as I live and breathe, it’s Frank Castle,” she grinned at him as she put her hands on her hips, “looking like a hipster.”

“Fuck hipsters,” he chuckled as he dropped his bags to the ground and walked over to her.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?’ she asked, although she a pretty good idea.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he smirked at her, “thought I’d come by and check out the place. It looks like you might need someone to help around the house and, ugh, keep an eye on things.”

“Yeah, definitely. Good timing too, I just put up that ad for a roommate, but I guess I can take that down now,” she joked as she reached up and touched his stubbled cheek.

“Things have been pretty calm and boring lately,” he shrugged nonchalantly, “but maybe this is the life I’ve been waiting for.”

“It took you long enough,” she rolled her eyes before pulling him into a kiss without a moment of hesitation.

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[ask-cloverfield]

Friendly reminder that a notorious mob hitman who had his head repeatedly smashed through a playe glass window by Frank Castiligone, is utterly terrified of Spider-Man, this scene ends with Peter telling him to shoot him as Jigsaw collapses crying.