"I'm on the case, don't worry Steve." I answered over the radio as I flew over New York.

"Be careful Tony, this guy may not have any powers, but he's dangerous."

I will, I'll bring him in for questioning once I get him."

I landed outside an abandoned warehouse, in Hell's Kitchen.

"Why hasn't The Devil checked this out..." I muttered as I walked towards the warehouse.

The door was riddled with bullet holes and blood splatters. There was a dead man leaning against the wall.

I kneeled down and checked over his corpse.

"Friday? Bullet type?"

I saw the scanner go over his body.

"Not sure, but they were fired from a sort of LMG, sorry sir." She responded.

"Damn."

I walked into the warehouse, and all around were dead bodies.

"God this guys efficient, send a recording of this back to the compound, once were done here I wanna look it over."

"Of course sir."

I kept walking through, my repulsors at the ready. I counted at least 20 men dead, with blood and holes everywhere.

I found a box in a strange place and moved it.

"Well, lookie here."

There was a hole, with a ladder. Blood surrounded the hole and I could see a body at the bottom.

I dropped down the hole and proceeded down a narrow hallway made of concrete. Again, more bodies littered the hall.

"How many people has this guy killed Friday?"

"About 33 here so far, about 5682 in the last year."

"He's a complete nut job, no wonder every government agency is looking for him."

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"L-look, I don't know anything! I-I swear!" The man in front of me squeaked.

I had him on his knees, shotgun pointed at his head, machine gun on my back.

"Guess you aren't needed." I said and shot him.

I proceeded down the hallway, towards the final room.

I knew he had barricaded himself inside, I may be crazy but I'm not stupid.

I aimed my shotgun at the lock and blasted the door open.

"Please don't, this isn't how it has to go." The man said as he cowered in the corner.

"This was set in stone as soon as you killed my family." I said, shotgun aimed at his face.

"Where is he?"

The man kept whimpering.

I shot the ceiling.

"WHERE IS HE!"

"He's in Washington! Lives in an apartment building near the White House. You'll never reach him, his house is under constant surveillance and is surrounded by guards."

I smiled, a wicked, blood filled smile.

"I'll manage." I said and shot him.

As I was about to turn around, I heard something warm up behind me.

"Frank Castle, stand down!"

I sighed.

"Iron Pants, what a pleasant surprise."

He stepped forward.

"The government wants me to turn you in, drop you weapons and come quietly or I will use force."

"No."

I turned around and faced him.

"You turn me in, and a whole shitstorm is gonna start, Stark. Let me go. The guys who want me are corrupt anyways."

Stark kept his repulsor aimed at me.

We stared at each other for a good few minutes before he lowered it.

I slung the shotgun over my shoulder and started to walk out.

"Tell Red I say hi, and uh, sorry about the mess."

"Uh yeah, I will."

As I walked out of the warehouse, I heard Stark fly out behind me. I pulled out a charge and hit the button.

The warehouse exploded, taking everything inside with it.

From the sky, it looked like a flaming skull.

The devils coming, he's coming to collect.