"We're nothing alike, me and the enemy. Yes, we both deal in death but they sell theirs. I give it away." Frankie Castle, The Punisher from another universe. Lewd/Non Lewd If you’d like to RP just @ or DM me Multiship with strong chemistry Cooked up by #SouthernFried #RT please?

Crisp, cool air blows through her hair as she jogs, scanning her surroundings while she moves around the track.

Getting ready for bed.

It was arm day and she’s exhausted. She’s going to shower.

// Made a König, @breachingram, if anyone wants to write there!

Here we go again.

// Sorry your ass got hurt because I didn’t reply fast enough. My partners come first, they always have.

“Go fuck yourself!” She flicked him off for good measure but she still had a job to do so with or without him it’d get done.

Nope, she’s done playing into this. She’s not wasting her ammo on him. “Yeah, it’s been fun but I’m done arguing with the tin man.”

// Just keep putting this woman through the wringer. She deserves nothing but happiness but this is what happens when she gets it. It’s torn away in the worst ways possible.

// Motor City is such a good movie!

She propped the grenade launcher on her shoulder, aiming it up at him before squeezing the trigger. “You sure?”

// I got people saying they’re okay with Frankie interacting with their muses but they don’t follow back so if you’re not gonna follow, you’re not getting interactions. Simple as that.

“Keep fucking harassing me and I’m gonna shoot your iron ass outta the sky.”

She’d come back up to the front seat before opening the door, smirking dangerously while stepping out. “Still think it’s fucking cute, Stark?”

“It’ll be fun for me to shoot you down with an RPG.” She’s actually moving to grab it from her armory in the back of the van.

“Still don’t need a goddamn babysitter. Go bother someone else.”

“Jesus Christ… I don’t need a fucking babysitter. Go do your job.”

“You know exactly why. The hell do you want?”