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Frank Castle (coffee_and_ammo) wrote in avengers_logs,
@ 2018-03-11 11:04:00

Entry tags:

-complete, frank castle, matt murdock

Who: Frank and Matt
What: Old friends back from the dead.
When: Sunday early afternoon.
Rating/Warning: Green (maybe some bad language from Frank)

Frank had been putting off one thing since he arrived here. He'd gone around and collected all of his weapons, checked his safe houses- he didn't know if he'd need them still, but it was good knowing everything was where he expected it to be. An odd piece of normalcy to cling to, sure, but everything else in this New York was messed up.

And in his old New York, apparently. Frank was still reeling from what Karen told him about Matt, as much as he was trying to play it off. His lawyer, his blind lawyer, was also his Red. Red. Not his. Daredevil. The pain in his ass. The man he'd told his whole life story to. Combined, now, Matt Murdock and Daredevil knew more about him than anyone else in the world. Except Micro, maybe, but given the choice Frank knew who he'd rather be locked in a room with.

They were still there. Their grave. He thought they would be, he hoped they would be, but it was still like a punch in the chest. Frank touched his fingers to the smooth marble of the headstone, and not for the first time he wondered why he wasn't in there with them. After everything, everything he'd been through, so many close calls, he should be with them-

One war was over. Another was starting. Round and round they went.

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craftydevil
2018-03-11 04:47 pm UTC (link)

Matt stood over his father's grave, his face impassive. He hadn't been expecting not to find it right where he'd left it. For all the talk of alternative realities, nothing in this one seemed to have changed in any significant way for him. Matt leaned down and pulled up a few of the longer weeds threatening to take over the otherwise plain stone on which his father's name was engraved.

He tossed the plants onto the grass beside the grave so he could dust off his hands. As he raised his head up, he took in the cemetery around him. A few scattered figures moving between the rows and rows of headstones were not out of the ordinary for a Sunday, but one caught his attention more than others.

One figure on the edge of his senses seemed so familiar to him. Matt took off towards the silhouette, his white cane sweeping left and right across the path in front of him. The closer he got, the more sure he was of who he had identified. Frank Castle. It was Frank bloody Castle. Of all the places in New York for him to be... Then again, he knew about Frank, and he knew what the other man was here for. He paused for a moment. He'd never had a chance to thank Frank for what he'd done for him the last time he'd seen him...

He was fully prepared to move up next to the stoic silhouette and pay his respects until he remembered that as far as Frank was concerned, he was just a blind lawyer. How would a blind man know Frank was there? He quickly redirected so he was walking down the path running parallel to the grave of Frank's family. Perhaps he could bump into him some other time when it was a little more logical. A time when he was wearing the horns.

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coffee_and_ammo
2018-03-11 05:34 pm UTC (link)

Standing in the graveyard, standing in silence, Frank was only vaguely aware of the noises around him. The leaves rustling in the trees, birds singing, cars passing distantly.

So when that rhythm changed he was very much aware of it. The smooth swish-swoosh of something on the grass and then the gravel of the path.

Frank tipped his head, glancing in the direction of- He let out a breath. Speak of the- goddamn.

It was difficult to marry the two together, but he could kind of see it now that he knew. The height, build, voice. It made sense.

"Hey, Red," Frank said softly, knowing full well that the other man would hear him. A smirk tugged softly at the corner of his lips, his hand dropping from the headstone and tucking itself into the pockets of his hoodie.