Frank Castle x Matt Murdock One-Shots!

(Fluff) Cat's Out Of The Bag! Pt. 1

"This is fuckin' ridiculous..." Frank mutters his tone anything but happy. "Why of all things—!" The marine whips around to face the devil-suited man before him. "DO THEY HAVE TO BE CAT EARS!?" He booms, wildly gesturing to his head with his hands.

Matt can't hold it in anymore...
"BAHAHAHAHAHAHA--!" The Devil cackles, holding his stomach with both of his arms, trying not to topple over.

"QUIT LAUGHING! THIS AIN'T FUCKIN' FUNNY, CHOIR BOY!" The marine hisses, two seconds away from tackling the other to the ground and strangling him by the neck.

Matthew tries to stop. Really, he does! But his shoulders still shake and giggles somehow keep escaping his pursed lips. "I-I'm sorry, I j-just—!" He has to stifle another laugh upon hearing Frank's tail swish along the ground.

Frank grinds his teeth, and black furry ears press to the top of his head. "FINE! DON'T HELP ME THEN! FOR CHRIST SAKE!" The Punisher snaps, turning his back and storming away from the Devil with an angry swaying tail.

"W-Wait! Frank!" The masked-redhead calls after him. He races up behind the marine and takes one of Frank's shoulders with a gloved hand. "Listen," Matthew starts, his tone now more serious than before. "I'm sorry, that was kinda dick-ish of me... I'll help you, ok?" The blind man tells him, taking a second to lick his chapped lips before saying. "What do you need?" Frank's tail slows it's wagging, leaving it to twitch on the cold pavement of the rooftop. The lone gunman sighs, turning his head to look at the lawyer over his shoulder. "Just... Need a place ta stay in for a while until I sort this shit out." He grumbles, his ears no longer folded against his scalp. Matt nods, taking his hand off the marine's shoulder. "You can stay with me, but that'll also mean hiding from my friends..." Matt says. Frank exhales through his nose, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"And here I was thinkin', Nelson thought I was pretty! N' Karen tolerates me! Do I really gotta hide from 'em?" (A\N Look at the image up top to see Foggy's great taste in men lmao)

"Well, what the hell am I gonna tell them if they see you there!? 'Oh yeah, by the way, I'm letting The Punisher, ya know our old client who killed loads of people and escaped jail? Yeah, I'm just letting him stay in my apartment with me for god knows how long because he magically sprouted cat ears! So what's for lunch?' Like, I already have enough stress for six individual people, Frank. Six. People." Matt decides to keep the "Well, you actually are pretty, Frank."  To himself, pushing down his habit of making blind jokes for the time being. Plus, he could always flirt with the man later.

Frank glances down at the pavement, his lips pursing almost guiltily for a second. His right ear twitches slightly. "I mean, I think I've still got a safe house up in Michigan that's still available—"

"What?" Matt deadpans. "No, no, no! I'm Sorry... Just promise me you'll stay out of sight, Frank?"

The marine gives the Devil a nod, looking at the man's ridiculous, half-covered face. "Promise." He grunts, adverting his gaze when he sees the man start to smile. "Nuh-uh! Ain't letting ma heartbeat jump this time... He can't know I love 'em, shit would hit the fuckin' fan if he knew."

"Come on, we better start heading back now if we wanna be at my apartment by morning," Matthew tells him, bringing Frank out of his thoughts and back to reality. Frank agrees, looking up at the sky. Clouds hung overhead, floating in large, grayish sheets across the night sky. Stars sprinkled the sky here and there, but they weren't nearly as bright as the ones in the suburbs at the Liebermans' house.  "A'right, but imma drive. I ain't jumping across no rooftops." Matthew just shrugs, turning around and dashing over the concrete ledge of the building. Frank huffs, grabbing his duffle bag and throwing it over his shoulder.