Frank Castle x OC

The Doctor Will See You Now

Disclaimer: I do not own daredevil, the Punisher or any other character associated with the Marvel Universe. However, I do have ownership of my OC, Emily Crawford.


Preface

"Out of Suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars"

-Khalil Gibran

She didn't even know why she decided to take a walk that crisp early fall night. Maybe she couldn't sleep or she was just feeling restless that night. Even if one would have asked her, she probably wouldn't even know why she was out walking the dangerous streets of hell's kitchen.

It was one thing to be walking around hell's kitchen but this was no where she should have been. Her glasses along with just-beyond shoulder length and wavy strawberry blonde hair gave her the appearance of someone who should be living in the city. Her clothes added to the fact that she shouldn't have been walking around this late at night, given that she had a white lab coat on that doctors wore. Her clothing choice and looks stated that she was someone who should not be walking around dark streets of Hell's Kitchen and instead should have been cooped up in a hospital somewhere.

However, the girl felt at home here. She was born and raised in hell's kitchen and by all odds she had survived so far—but not without a fight.

Rounding the corner she came to an abandon lot that had started to see better days. Adjacent to this lot was a warehouse that everyone knew to steer clear of; given that the Irish mob was known to bring their enemies here to gather information.

All of a sudden, a panic whimper called out behind the girl alerting her that she was no longer alone as her train of thought was abruptly interrupted. Turning around, she saw a mutt cowering in fear behind an old, dirty dumpster. Not really a dog person, she wanted to ignore it but something in the eyes of the dog made her slowly approach it.

"Hey boy, I'm not here to hurt you" she whispered soothingly.

The dog braced itself for an attack, and rocked back on its haunches bearing its teeth while growling at the girl.

She quickly stopped her approach and lowered her eyes to the ground hoping that the dog understood that she wasn't trying to challenge him. She reached out a hand with her palm up and hoped that the dog would take it as invitation.

Hearing that the dog stopped growling and nails hitting against the pavement like he was walking made her look up. She came to see and feel soft fur meeting her hand that had been extended out towards the cowering dog.

"That's a good boy, good boy. Now what is your name? hmm?" she muttered to the dog.

The girl crouched down and while she was petting the dog she found a collar with no address or contact number—only a name.

"huh… well, I guess it is Max?"

The dog barked at his name and the girl smiled slightly.

"Good boy, Max. Let's say that we go and get you something to eat and try to find where your family is…if we can?" the girl stuttered.

The dog just stared at the girl with a sloppy smile painted on his face, tongue hanging out and all. She placed her hands on her knees and stood up, resuming the walk that she originally was on but cutting it short since she was joined by a furry companion on her heels.

Continuing on the dark sidewalks of hell's kitchen the girl just so happened to look up at the right moment while crossing the street. There was a flash of red and she knew who it was. The devil of hell's kitchen apparently had business on this side of the street—with the Irish. She saw that he had escaped from the department warehouse and assumingly he decided that running along the rooftops would have been better cover than not.

If he was here, then it would be best if she started to pick up her pace. Whenever she saw that man, bad things tended to happen in his wake and she did not want to be a part of it. She knew that she may be tide into it anyway, given that she had patched up the man a few times before, but she had a feeling that this was more than what she was originally thinking it was.

She watched as daredevil made a quick escape but noticed something peculiar as she was swiftly maneuvering through the back alleys to get to her shady apartment complex. The thing that caught her eye—the unusual part of seeing daredevil tonight was not that she saw him, but that he wasn't alone. It seemed like he was carrying another person.

That person that the daredevil was carrying would soon be a person that the girl would come to know surprisingly well—in more ways than one.