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Another Time	By : CanAm77 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Punisher Views: 1377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Frank sat in the dimly lit bar nursing his dark draft beer. Honestly, he was just killing time. He needed to wait it out for at least another few weeks, actually. His last mission had been successful, but came with more injuries than he expected. Three of his fingers broken on his dominant hand. And while he surely could defend himself and aim well with his other hand, he wasn’t going to wage war until he healed. Plus, he felt like one big limping bruise. He had came down on his right ankle and could barely put any weight on it.

His war could wait, he spent the days inventorying and maintaining his weapons. If you want to clean a 1911 well, you’re talking two hours. And those clips sure as hell don’t load themselves. So, he had plenty to do while he healed.

He knew the bar he was at well, low risk for someone like himself. Not high class enough for the town players on his hit list, but not low enough for bar fights and crack dealers. Just blue collar guys hanging out after work shooting pool and watching their favorite sports teams. The kind of guys that backed someone like him, believed he didn’t belong in a cell. Wouldn’t call the police if they recognized him.

The rich, deep flavor of the beer was nice. It was strange when he was able to enjoy little things like this, he was used to surviving, not enjoying luxeries. He was nearly lost trying to enjoy himself when someone sat down next to him. Even though he barely caught the movements out of the corner of his eye, he knew who it was.

He didn’t bother looking over, “Murdock.”

“Frank. Fancy running into you.”

“Yeah, some luck.”

“So, should I be concerned about this establishment?”

“Why?”

“For starters, you’re here.”

“I’m out of commission for the time being. So no, I’m not looking to bust someone’s skull.”

“Hm.”

“Better question,” Frank turned and finally looked at Matt, “Why are you here?”

“Well, I’ve had some issues with some of my cases lately. I just needed a break, and this place seemed low key enough.”

Frank smiled and returned his attention to his drink, “Tell the truth, you just missed me.”

Matt’s browns knit together. Of course he missed him. His heart broke every time they were on opposing sides. Taking out as much frustration as they could on each other, exchanging punches and carnal pleasures equally. It didn’t matter if they were fighting or fucking, it always ended the same, both of them exhausted and sore. Frank leaving and him wanting to grab Frank and shake some sense into him. Ask why Frank couldn’t soften a little, just stay with him. Fight along side of him, agree on a middle ground. Sleep in his bed with him every night so he could quit jumping from woman to woman trying to convince himself he could find someone that meant more to him than Frank. Because he hadn’t just fallen in love, he had ripped his heart out and thrown it at Frank’s feet and Frank didn’t even see it was there. And god, did he try to take his heart back. It didn’t matter who he slept with or tried to love, they’d always be second rate to Frank. So, “missed” might not cover it.

Still, he knew how tonight was going to go, and not one ounce of his being cared how much he was going to hurt tomorrow.

Matt took a long swallow of the his drink, “Yeah, I missed you, Frank.” Quit breaking my heart. He noticed how Frank’s heart beat sped up, betraying the calm exterior. He took great satisfaction in that, Frank may never admit it, but he knew Frank felt something for him. He got the tab from the bartender and paid for the both of them, leaving without saying a word. Frank would do what Frank wanted. He’d either already be at Matt’s apartment by the time he got there or not. The wind was cold and the streets were busy, his mind filled with innumerable amount of feelings about Frank. The stubborn old bastard. Who was he trying to fool? Just thinking about him made him happy. Sure, their moral codes were different, but Frank still had a set of values he stayed true to.

He already knew before he opened his apartment that Frank was there. He knew that heart beat, he dreamed about that heart beat. He walked past his bed, with the 200 pound vigilante sprawled across it like he owned it, and into his bathroom. He brushed his teeth and Frank walked up, well limped would be a better term, behind him and held him, burying his face into the back of Matt’s neck.

“I guess you missed me, too,” Matt leaned back into him. A deep, throaty chuckle vibrated against him. “So, you got banged up pretty bad, huh?”

“I’m still plenty capable, if you’re worried,” Frank licked the shell of Matt’s ear.

“I’d never doubt that.”

***

The next morning Matt woke to Frank getting out of his bed, pulling his clothes on.

Matt sat up and Frank held him after he was dressed, rubbing circles on his back. I love you, please stay with me, burned on the tip of his tongue.

“I hope I see you soon,” Frank kissed his forehead and then lips.

Please don’t leave, “Yeah, me too.” Frank’s heart beat was erratic and thundering in Matt’s ears. Frank gave him one last kiss and left.

A small, weak smile spread across Matt’s bruised lips. It didn’t matter how much it hurt when Frank left. He would take whatever relationship Frank allowed them to have. He loved Frank, nothing would change that.

***

Frank shut his apartment door and leaned his back against the door, slowly sliding to the ground, eyes already stinging. He hated leaving Matt. He knew he was no good for him, his whole being was damned long ago. Though words were never spoken, he knew how much Matt was in love with him, because he had fallen just as hard for Matt. Matt had been the only person to ever breathe life into him after he lost his family. Make him feel human.
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