- The lights in the room were off, hiding the disaster of paperwork thrown all over the place.
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- The lights in the room were off, hiding the disaster of paperwork thrown all over the place.
Before Pete made his way to Vito, a mysterious figure was slipping out. On the hunt for his next target. Vito, the somewhat respected mobster was wrapped in chains and strung upside down from the ceiling. He wore nothing but Garfield boxers and a gag as he struggled in vain to free himself.-
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It was late into the night when @webofspider-man.bsky.social received a ping. A alert from one of his mob informants. They had pressed the panic button he had given them. Something he'd only do in a extreme emergency.
//This is my song choice for Frank. First half is him after his house is burned down. Break down is him doing the warehouse attack and the last half is him now.
youtu.be/3ipUBRS75pw?...
//For context, my Punisher looks closer to 04 movie Frank.
//Looking for punisher gifts and found this. I love it.
He climbed into the seat, not bothering to buckle in. Out of a subconscious habit he pressed his foot on the gas. He was really wanting to get to the truck ASAP.
"I'm an open book once we save them."
//Fun fact, I do plan on Frank dying at some point.
-looked to Venom.
"So I was going to see if you wanted to take a few of his fingers or a arm as punishment but....... This guy has human trafficking on his phone. Go ham big guy."
-Frank walked by the table he took one of the briefcases of vibranium. He sat it down and got eye level with the fallen dealer. He spoke calmly in a whisper, occasionally pointing at Venom as he talked.
After about five minutes Frank got the dealer's phone. After looking through it he frowned then-
Frank jumped off Venom's back mid air and embedded a hatchet into a thugs head, using his body as cover to shoot out the ankles of the two men he wanted alive. It was obvious they would be kept alive. He walked over to the man in the green pants and kicked him ulin the face, knocking him out. As-
-lost time having this chat. Worse case, Mag feels froggy and jumps. Either way the titanium plate in his skull is going to hurt for a week.
"Oh no. That was me. But think, when have I ever killed an innocent person? As for the location, Brooklyn Bridge. We are looking for a white simi with a red trailer that has a black stripe down the side."
He braced himself. Best case, Mag picks him up and flies them to the bridge to make up for-
-safest option nearby. Second, I'm not running away from you. I'm running to a emergency. You finding me is delaying it. Now you can stand down, help me, or you can force a fight and multiple mutants die."
Fuck.
Frank turned around, hands in his coat pockets. He was quickly looking over Magneto's outfit. His mind taking it all in and making backup plans for backup plans as he spoke calmly.
"First, Hawk is a friend that I can trust with my weapons. I knew if I needed you off my tail he was the-
"Run out of beer again?"
Unfortunately Frank had no idea this was a thing. He stashed his weapons on a homeless mutant he had been helping out for a few months. Frank, thinking that would throw Magneto off his scent, was in the opposite direction from the camp. And he was booking it.
-to shift and then move slower. Was it a trap being set up? Some elaborate plan to get the drop on Mag?
Frank, deep into the city notices the tremble. Of all members of the Brotherhood, why did it have to be him? He quickly loved deeper into the city, passing through buildings and back streets before stopping by a homeless camp. There, thought the waves of magnetism, the weapons on him seemed-
-with two dead men and a dying mutant strapped to a chair. Behind him was the skull logo, spray painted with white.
@inragingsteel.bsky.social
-skull symbol being left at every scene. The Punisher was busy. What's more concerning to Erik is that this bloody trail has left multiple mutants dead. The count of mutant lives lost was ten.
Tonight a new crime scene has popped up in Manhattan. One the police don't know about yet. A apartment-
A string of murders has been moving across the country. The first few started in Arizona. A man left dead in a hotel room here, a room of known criminals dead there. But a bloody trail was being cut with online reporters suspecting that soon it would start in New York. The connecting string? A-
-something. He kept it to himself as he put away the scope.
"We'll have to move quickly. Kill everyone but the dealer and the one unarmed guy in the green pants. I need to interrogate them."
Frank pulled out a uzi and a serrated hatchet. It was time to go to work.
Frank pulled out a scope from his coat and looked at the group. Thirteen men. Ten heavily armed with imported suppressed AKs. Common sight for the Irish mafia and arms dealers. Two mafia members inspected the vibranium while the seller was pitching more goods to them.
That's when Frank noticed
Venom's tendrils were focused on swinging around the buildings until they made it to the church, but Eddie knew Frank was strong enough to not fall from the swinging.
He got them to land on the rooftop of the church, pointing at the nearby graveyard.
"SEE THEM?"
-blurry as the world faded from stark black and white back to color. Once the adrenaline dump wore off and he made sure the room was secure he went to the corner of the room. There rests the burnt photo of his family. Their faces gone.
He sat in the corner, looking at the photo, and wept.
-wet. His daughter wasn't there. She was replaced by a blanket wet with blood. He looked to his family, their faces a blur of static, flesh, and teeth as they called out in blood curling screams.
Frank jolted awake in a cold sweat, immediately on his feet ready to fight. His ears ringing, vision-
-reached into his trench coat and pulled the linked grenades he made and tossed them into the middle of the warring gangs. In a flash they were gone.
He did it. He saved them.
He ran to his wife and son, hugging them both tightly. He leaned in to kiss his daughter's head but his lips came back-