It had pleased Frank to know that everything in this version of New York was pretty much the same as the one he'd left. Except for the new absolute awareness he had of shifting time and inter-planetary wars. He could have done without that.
It had been days now. Days of pulling himself back together, stuck in the limbo of wondering if he needed to be Frank Castle or if he could slink back into his newly acquired and CSI approved quiet life.
Fuck it, he was always going to need to be Frank Castle.
He hadn't found his van yet, but so far all of his secret hideaways had turned out all the guns and ammo he needed. And clothes. And things. Bits and pieces. An empty dog bowl- he'd kept that, packed it up and taken it with him.
The door to this hideout was almost off it's hinges, and Frank hadn't expected to find anything of his still in here. Broken glass crunched under his boots, the light didn't work, it's was dreary.
Hair prickled on the back of his neck at the sound coming from the alleyway behind him. Movement. And then a voice. A kids voice. Frowning, Frank picked his way back towards the door, peering out into the dim light, eyebrows shooting up at the sight that met him.
Spider-Man. Yeah, Frank had read about him. He'd seen YouTube videos. There was a sub-Reddit for him. And right now he seemed to be having a conversation with himself, or a Karen? Not his Karen, presumably. This seemed like one of the things she would have told him about.
"You've got to be kidding me-" Frank muttered under his breath when the mask came off. The kid had to be about twelve! What the hell was he doing? Ruffled and injured and fighting crime and also a goddamn kid!
Frank pinched the bridge of his nose. The whole world really had gone to shit.