#like frank castle his default look is 'i just got the shit beaten out of me'

[aviv-kasyanenko]

@ayda-demir​

Well, if the awards hadn’t heralded their arrival, he’d sure know about it now... 

The Italians caused problems wherever they showed their greasy fucking faces, but in London, after only his second run-in with their kind, Aviv noted they were bringing a particularly violent touch to their new home. It wasn’t lost on him that he’d been lucky to escape the Cosa Nostra cunt post-after party. The Sovrani, though? They were a different fucking breed. Even he was smart enough to make a break for it instead of standing his ground when five of them rounded on him outside of a bar in Camden a half hour earlier. Not before they’d made a mess of his face, though.

Borough borders meant nothing so far as their conflict was concerned, but stumbling into Haringey at least meant he was more likely to find a friendly face. 

The random bar was a shot in the dark, though. Especially as it looked like it’d just shut up shop for the night. Fuck, he hoped whoever was inside didn’t pull a machete on him for intruding; the Italians had made a good enough attempt already to maim. But it would be easy to expect the worst of him with little context in a place like this...

“I’m not trying to rob you. Just need some help.”

Solid way to make an entrance. Not suspicious at all. And surrendering his hands as if to show his peaceful intentions had seemed like a great idea until he realised they were the only thing stemming the absolutely excessive bleeding from his nose. If he didn’t sit the fuck down, he was going to pass out. 

“Don’t suppose you’ve got a phone I can borrow?” Because the Italians had robbed him of every fucking thing in his possession... “Or some vodka?”