[Ah. Ha. It's serious business, to know the kind of man the man behind the Punisher is. An asshole, but not that kind of asshole. He's a vigilante doling out his own kind of justice, the kind that, hm, maybe the Ronin jives with. But he's not gonna let a stranger die if there's something he can do about it.
Because he's sure it has nothing to do with being That One Avenger I Think He Uses A Bow Or Something.
Seems like there could be some clearing the air between them on both fronts, but Mr. Punisher hasn't suggested much of anything besides being approving of being on Team Cap, sticking it to The Man and all that. Having a record. Really, does any of it matter in the wake of half the universe gone? Aren't they all different people now?
Is Natasha in a place where she can be with family? Her very soul? If there hadn't been a timely use of resuscitation (and, ow, if his chest didn't already hurt, the compressions sure would've done the job), maybe he could've stayed floating in that place with--
No point in that thought. Nat gave herself up for his family, and for him. He's here. And he's having coffee in a Not Waffle House, Not House of Pancakes, with a guy that was on the news for a good hot second for:]
Thirty-seven?
[Wry. Non-judgemental. Not that kind of asshole, but this kind of asshole.]
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Because he's sure it has nothing to do with being That One Avenger I Think He Uses A Bow Or Something.
Seems like there could be some clearing the air between them on both fronts, but Mr. Punisher hasn't suggested much of anything besides being approving of being on Team Cap, sticking it to The Man and all that. Having a record. Really, does any of it matter in the wake of half the universe gone? Aren't they all different people now?
Is Natasha in a place where she can be with family? Her very soul? If there hadn't been a timely use of resuscitation (and, ow, if his chest didn't already hurt, the compressions sure would've done the job), maybe he could've stayed floating in that place with--
No point in that thought. Nat gave herself up for his family, and for him. He's here. And he's having coffee in a Not Waffle House, Not House of Pancakes, with a guy that was on the news for a good hot second for:]
Thirty-seven?
[Wry. Non-judgemental. Not that kind of asshole, but this kind of asshole.]