Afraid (Frank Castle x Reader)
Summary: You’re a nurse on duty when Frank is strapped to his hospital bed.
Word Count: 500ish
Warnings: couple of swears
A/N: I don’t really know what this is, my friend told me I should try and write for Frank so I tried.
“(Y/n) we have people coming in with gun wounds and knife wounds. Someone has to go in there and give him his meds and everyone else has got their hands full right now so it has to be you.” Your colleague said as he walked past wheeling along a man who was bleeding profusely.
“C'mon (y/n), he’s strapped to the bed. He’s not gonna hurt you.” You said to yourself as you took a deep breath and walked into the room
“How are you feeling today Mr Castle?”
“Like shit.” He grumbled.
“Well, these meds will kick in soon enough and hopefully you’ll feel better.” You smiled at him.
“I could see you giving yourself a pep talk outside. You’re scared of me. But c'mon, look, I’m strapped down to this bed, I ain’t getting out of this any time soon. You don’t have to be scared.”
“Well can you blame me? You came into this hospital not a week ago and started shooting.” You looked at him accusingly.
He looked away and said “Well I didn’t hurt no one who didn’t deserve it.”
“But you scared a hell of a lot of people too Mr Castle.”
“Frank. Call me Frank.”
“Okay, even though I’m still kinda scared about what happened the other day, I do believe in what you’re doing Frank. Daredevil’s great and all, but those guys just get back up and carry on doing what they did. But with you, they’re not gonna come back from what you do the them.” He didn’t reply.
“Do you want anything, food or water?” You asked.
“A glass of water would be nice, I guess.” He shrugged.
You walked to the table by the door and poured a glass of water and came over to him and put it to his mouth.
You kept it in your hands and sat down in the visitor chair.
“So what made you become ‘The Punisher’?” You asked after a minute or two of silence.
“I came back from the war, only to have my family killed right before me.” He said bluntly.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Are the people responsible the ones you’ve been going after?”
“Yeah, along with a bunch of other shitheads who think they can get away with doing the things they do.” He spat.
“You know, one of my friends from college was murdered a few months back. Daredevil found the guy and beat him to a pulp, but he was fine, he just got up and killed again as soon as he healed up. He was one of the guys you shot up in the bar. So I guess I have to thank you for that.” You smiled at him, and saw a glimmer of a smile back from him before his expression went cold as the DA walked in.
“Why are you talking to Mr Castle?” She snapped at you.
You turned around to face her, and showed her the glass of water in your hands, “I was just giving him a drink, Ms Reyes. Nobody’s been in here for hours, he was parched.”
You put the glass on the side and walked towards the door, “I’ll bring some more meds for when these wear off later. Goodbye Mr Castle.”
“See you around (y/n).” He said with a small smile as you left. ‘How did he know my name? Oh wait, he must have looked at my pass.’ You thought to yourself as you went to go clean up the people caught in Frank’s crossfire.