The Punisher Kills the Women of the MCU

BY : AryaStarkNaked
Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The
Dragon prints: 3103
Disclaimer: I don't own anything MARVEL or DISNEY related. This fiction was made without pay, compensation, or profit, for your perverse enjoyment.

Rae's Restaurant was about as normal a diner as you could get. There were hundreds - thousands - of them across the states, Quake was sure of it. It had been Phil Coulson’s favorite go-to for years. Saving the world and stopping AIDA from using the Darkhold to impose her will on the world and rescuing her friends from the virtual world of the Framework was exhausting work, so Daisy Johnson happy enough to agree when Phil suggested they have a last meal together there before they get arrested.

Daisy “Quake” Johnson would never really know just how right that thought - the last meal - was. 

Finally, she wasn’t fighting any more. No more running. She sat in happy reflection on the past few years of her life with the members of her team - her family. Not long ago she didn’t know who she truly was. She hadn’t known that she was an Inhuman, she didn’t even know her real name. What she did know was that the feds were closing in, and it was time for SHIELD to end, and there was nowhere else she’d like to be than with her family. Wearily, but was a cathartic happiness, she lifted her glass of Pepsi and was about to give a toast to her friends when both the glass of the front of the diner exploded, and so did the glass in her hand. 

Purely out of shock, she barely felt the bullet that bored a tiny hole in the back of her neck and ripped a much larger hole through the front of her throat, spattering the diner’s counter with a fountain of gore. She barely felt her body spasm and fall off the stool she was sitting on as the world exploded around here. Daisy’s hands flew to her throat as her body flopped mindless on the ground, all the while her wide brown eyes sought help that wouldn’t come from her team.

Three bullet holes knitted their way up Coulson’s chest as he turned to the front of the diner in shocked surprise. Each of the holes spread red flowers of blood across his white shirt. He slumped back against the bar and would have fell if Melinda May didn’t grab his arm and steady him. Her mouth was wide open in a scream, but Daisy’s ears couldn’t hear anything. The world was strangely silent to her, except the flowing sound of blood squirting from her ruined throat. 

Coulson was trying to say something to May through her screaming, until the front of Melinda’s face disintegrated as a round struck it true. Together May and Coulson fell to the tiled floor, and died out of Daisy’s sight.

The first round of shots had caught "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez by surprise as well, before she could use her speedster powers. She was slumped over the bar face-first, a large portion of the back of her skull gone, and brain and gore covering Alphonso Mackenzie’s face and chest. Covered in the remains of the woman he loved, Mac dove to the floor quite alive, and scooped up his shotgun-axe. Mac shot, pumped, shot rage-filled shot after rage-filled shot through the window. Daisy didn’t know who he was firing at, but by the number of bullets still flying through the air, it had to be an army. 

Quake’s breath gurgled up through the hole in the neck and the fingers grasping it. There was blackness creeping into the edges of her vision, but there Daisy saw Simmons lunge towards her dying body, intending to help her, only to be stopped as Fitz wrapped his arms around his lover and spun so his own back was between the firing people and her, trying to shove her behind the counter. This didn’t save the British scientist as a bullet punctured straight through Fitz’ torso and through her side as she was pushed out of sight.

Fitz fared much worse, for the bullet that punctured the two lovers was just the first of eleven of twelve that hit him, causing his body to dance as if it was being electrocuted. The last of the bullets flying from outside of the diner hit him, propelling his body off the ground, his back landing on top of the diner’s counter. 

Daisy’s head turned and searched for hope, for rescue, as her consciousness faded. She squirmed on the slippery tiled floor in the spreading pools of her own blood, and the blood of her friends. Mac’s shotgun emptied just before the front door of the diner was kicked in off its hinges and the devil stepped into the room.

It hadn’t been hours ago that Daisy thought she had thought she’d seen the true devil, a man with a face aflame come from a portal to hell. This man bore no outward signs of fiendishness, but she knew it in her dying heart. He looked just like a normal man; shaved dark hair topped a normal-looking face. He wasn’t even dressed in a gaudy outfit, just a normal drab green jacket, denim jeans and big military boots. 

In just seconds after the door burst in, Mac was on him in a fit of rage, and then was dead. The massive swing of his shotgun-axe went over the ducking man’s head. From inside of his jacket he pulled a single pistol in his hand, and five flashes of gunfire was all that Daisy saw as the last of her friends died in front of her, slumping against his killer who, with a heaving grunt, shoved him into a booth and stomped over to Daisy.. 

Blackness nearly filled her vision as she blinked away the tears in her eyes. She took her right hand from her neck. She was dead, she knew. Nothing she could do would change that. She lifted the blood-soaked appendage out, aiming it at the man who was now kneeling by her. Daisy knew she was going to die, but if she had to go, she would show this murderer why she had gotten the name Quake. He took her hand, and made shushing, soothing sounds.

“It’s over. For you at least.”

His voice was rough and focused, yet soft like silk surrounding a knife. She expected him to kill her, but instead the stranger slid his arm under her head, then cradled the dying Inhuman to his chest. Her breath hitched and slowed, His body was warm, and hers so cold. He was stroking her hair with one hand, and she never saw the other press the pistol to her skull. She felt something cold and metal press to the back of her skull. Again his voice spoke, this time in a nonsense whisper. 

“One batch, two batch, penny and dime.”

It was the last thing Daisy Johnson heard. She never heard the gunshot.

---

Frank Castle held the dead superheroine in his arms for so long, he could hear a siren in the distance approach. A sad rage filled him. It filled him so much these days. He had a feeling it was what kept him alive, when he should have died with the rest of his family in that park. He’d keep that fire in him until he got his revenge on all of them. 

His hand drifted down to cup the blood-slick leather armored outfit Quake encased her breasts in, but only gave it an appreciative squeeze before regretfully retracting it. There wouldn't be time for that sort of revenge. Not now. 

Quake had just been the start, but she wouldn't be the last. She’d be a warning to SHIELD certainly, and the Avengers too. Not just them, all of the sluts parading around the world pretending to save it, and not caring when they let innocents die because of their failure. They’d pay. They’d all pay, those super-powered bitches. The rest of the world didn’t seem like it was going to punish them. So if no one else would...that would be his job.

He lowered her ruined head to the ground. With an eye trained in a lifetime of battle, Frank saw that there were only six bodies, not seven. His brow furrowed. It was the science bitch. She’d gotten away only wounded and the police were almost here. He relaxed his expression as he stood, stepping uncaringly in the pool of blood spreading around Daisy Johnson’s cooling corpse, leaving fading bloody footprints as he leaves the scene of the massacre.

Jemma Simmons might have gotten away for now, but an ominous smile spread across Frank Castle’s face. She’d be the perfect bait to catch a bigger fish.



You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story