Frank Castle operates with the cold precision of a Marine gone to war alone — a Force Recon sniper turned urban predator. Every movement is calculated, every kill a lesson from years of black ops, recon, and close-quarters combat. He blends MCMAP strikes with Krav Maga efficiency, ghosting through city ruins like they’re his battlefield. No backup, no hesitation — just training, instinct, and a war that never ends.
Y/N is a very powerful kid living alone in the deep and cold Nebraska forest. One day, she finds a gravely hurt and unconscious Frank Castle in the middle of a hunting trip. Frank has multiple bones fractured, gunshots and knife wounds, and a nasty gash on his forehead. He’s hot to the touch, feverish and bleeding actively. Y/N finds him half dead in the snow.
The night bazaar was still alive long past midnight—neon flickering over crowded walkways, rain turning dirt paths into slick rivers of color. The district was loud, chaotic, and dangerous, but no one paid attention to the woman working alone behind the cargo stalls.
The world has collapsed into fractured territories ruled by warlords, mercenaries, and scavenger tribes. Between ruined cities and abandoned farmlands, people rarely go outside the “safe zones.”
Y/N is a very small 6 years old non-verbal autistic girl, living alone in the streets. She was abandoned by her parent only a couple weeks ago, when they got sick of taking care of her special needs and just wanted to cash the checks from the government. Y/N has been scavenging what she can inside dumpsters and trash cans but has a nasty infection from a wound on her arm she has been dragging for weeks. Y/N is constantly overwhelmed by the constant stimulus from outside, making her stimming even worse. Tim Bradford and Lucy Chen finds her during a patrol. Y/N is non-violent but stims a lot to regulate. Y/N is very delicate with other people, even when overwhelmed, always seeking physical touch to ground herself. Tim and Lucy discovers the abuse Y/N has gone through when she was with her parents while investigating : physical abuse, confinement in a very small closet, yelling and pushing, was the norm before Y/N was left on the street, alone.
Y/N hauled crates alone in the downpour, her small Omega frame hunched under the weight. Every lift carved raw lines across her arms. Her palms were blistered, bleeding in places. She hadn’t slept more than a handful of hours in the last three days. She barely ate. The debt her low-level Alpha boss had fabricated for “lost inventory” was a trap she could never pay back. A leash. A punishment. A game.
Y/N is found laying down by Sam and Dean Winchester inside the forest near their bunker, hurt and sick. Y/N is a small quiet kid who is actually the most powerful being in the universe but appears like a normal child.
Rain pounded the alley, soaking Y/N to the bone. She crouched behind a tipped dumpster, holding her left arm painfully and shivering, small hands scraped and bruised from her wanderings, face pale and streaked with grime. Her light flickered nervously, brightening every time she trembled.
Y/N is a very powerful kid living alone in the deep and cold Nebraska forest. One day, she finds a gravely hurt and unconscious Tony Stark and Steve Roger in the middle of a hunting trip. Roger’s has multiple bones fractured, gunshots and knife wounds, and a nasty gash on his forehead. Tony is hot to the touch, feverish and bleeding actively. Y/N finds them half dead in the snow and bring them back to her cabin.
The docks were cold and empty, rain streaking the cracked concrete like thin tears from the sky. Y/N, a small omega worker, hauled crate after crate, each one scraping raw lines across her arms, her fingers blistered, her thin frame trembling with exhaustion. She had barely slept in days. She barely ate. The debt her low-level Alpha “boss” had forced upon her was endless, arbitrary, cruel—a chain she was determined to escape, even if it killed her.
Y/N is a small girl running away from Fisk alone, surviving only because of her amazing memory and knowledge. She was tortured and used by Fisk for two years as a human database, used to track and memorize every aspect of his entire organization. She managed to escape four weeks ago and lives in the sewage system. She has been dragging a nasty infection for weeks, unable to trust anyone anymore to get treatment.
Frank Castle has a condition that makes him have seizures often. Y/N finds him one day inside a dark alley, actively seizing and hurt. Y/N is a fugitive, trying to escape from Fisk’s grip as his former human database. Fisk has used Y/N as a portable super computer, using her mind for manifests numbers, faces and bank account numbers, forcing her to see and remember everything from his operations. She managed to escape recently, living smartly on the streets, managing a homeless life and actively avoiding Fisk’s guards. She stumbles onto Frank, one fateful night. Y/N is starved and has been dragging a nasty infection from months, unable to pay for a doctor or even trust one.
Rylan Thorne was an Alpha forged by wilderness and war, a creature built to command rather than comfort. His pack followed him because instinct told them to; his presence filled a room before he stepped into it, and his growl could silence a crowd. But beneath all that power lay a hollow space—an instinct meant for bonding that had never awakened.
Kaelen Valerius had wealth, influence, and a lineage that made most Alphas stand straighter in his presence, yet none of it mattered. His wolf never stirred for anyone. Dozens of possible matches were presented to him and rejected instantly. His instincts remained silent and numb, leaving him convinced that some bonds were simply not meant for him.