[ the physical display of solidarity inspires tears to prickle behind his eyes, though they never come to the surface and he'd certainly never let them fall. frank presses his face back against david's and takes selfish comfort from their mingling, silent breaths. david knows, david knows and he's going to help him. it doesn't matter what he has to endure, though, it never has. as long as jess, kara, and micro stay safe. he has to protect them. but he has to protect kilgrave, too. ]
[ it's not selfish if david is offering it, if he wants frank to take it. they've been a team for so long that this honestly doesn't even feel that different from all the other missions -- the stakeouts, the late night road trips across the states, dragging frank's unconscious body out of the woods because there's no one else; frank bleeding out on his kitchen table as he calls the only other person he can think of who can help, because he's always been useless when blood is involved. he's seen more of it in his lifetime since frank started living with him, and it's funny how that works too.
frank presses his forehead against his and david squeezes his wrist in his hand, lingering for a few more heartbeats before pulling away. they both know; they both know and david will help him regardless of what happens because the alternative isn't an option he'd consider. ]
Trust me.
[ we'll think of something. i'll get you through this. i promise. ]
[ he immediately misses the contact when it's gone, but the message gets a steadily building smile though the situation calls for anything but mirth. frank's head bobs minutely back and forth, an onset of mania david will recognize. so it begins again. his fist stamps a silent beat against his heart, twice, before he releases. a marine's show of brothership and also immediately recognizable.
semper fi, brother. they will get through this, with david lieberman at the helm. and frank castle once again a murder machine, just with a brand new puppet master. ]
[ get that marine code shit out of here. but he quirks a smile in return, a brief small thing. there's half formed ideas in his head, but instead of disclosing any of them, he grabs the blanket off his own cot and shoves it in frank's lap. get some rest, dick. ]
[ frank shoves him gently even while settling down with the blanket and flicking his gaze up to meet micro's. it's heavy and tired, but with a flicker of gratitude buried underneath. then he flips micro off affectionately, and shuts his eyes. goodnight, asshole. ]
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frank presses his forehead against his and david squeezes his wrist in his hand, lingering for a few more heartbeats before pulling away. they both know; they both know and david will help him regardless of what happens because the alternative isn't an option he'd consider. ]
Trust me.
[ we'll think of something.
i'll get you through this.
i promise. ]
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semper fi, brother. they will get through this, with david lieberman at the helm. and frank castle once again a murder machine, just with a brand new puppet master. ]
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