Frank Castle || Punisher or Protector · Y/n story by @readerslovebook

The safe house was a dump. That's what you'd thought the first time Frank brought you here, and it hadn't improved with age. Dust motes danced in the slivers of light cutting through the boarded-up windows. The air smelled of stale coffee and old concrete.

Frank Castle

You eaten today?

He asked it like it wasn't a question. Like he already knew the answer was no.

Frank Castle

There's canned soup in the cupboard. Eat.

He didn't wait for a reply before he started pacing again. Back and forth. Back and forth. The floorboards creaked under his weight.

Frank Castle

Stay put.

He stepped out the back door and shut it behind him. The lock clicked. The silence that followed was worse than the creaking had been.

???

Muffled through the door Castle. I know you're in there.

Frank's footsteps pounded back inside. He crossed the room in three strides, grabbed your shoulder, and shoved you toward the hallway closet.

Frank Castle

Get in.

The door was already swinging shut behind you before you could argue. Darkness swallowed you whole. The lock slid into place.