anonymous asked: Karen confessing that she shot Wesley to Frank

Karen was pissed. Frank was trying to keep his head cool but that was hard when you had a temper to begin with. This had all started when she had once again claimed that this wasn't her first time dealing with this shit. He believed her some extent. But, there was a part of him that couldn't believe it until she spit out.

Thus the following happened. He had invaded her space by inclosing her against the counter with no way out. She looked slightly flustered but he ignored that as he pushed her - not literally but with his words. "You've been desperate to tell someone what you did. What makes you feel like shit enough to try to include yourself in what I am? You're no princess, sweetheart but you aren't close enough to me."

Karen bit her lip trying to figure out the easiest way to say it. He had a point, she had been wanting to tell someone but knowing her friends they were going to try to coddle her and she didn't want that. She had killed a man. Frank killed bad people. He would understand. He had to.

She looked at him intensely as she opened her mouth. She closed it again. "it's complicated." She huffed.

He didn't say anything. Just looked at her with that hard expression of his that was supposed to be fear tactic to get the answers he needed. Karen didn't think he particularly needed to know about this but he clearly wanted to. She didn't know if it was because he wanted to know what made her tick or if he just needed the focus off of himself.

"I was investigating Wilson Fisk not too long ago. He was involved in a case we were working at Nelson & Murdock. I got a little bit too close." She confessed.

Frank's expression had changed slightly. As if he was surprised with this knowledge despite his brief set of encounters with Fisk while he was locked up. He didn't say anything, just listened to her spill her heart out.

"His right hand man came for me. Kidnapped me and set a gun in front of me. Said I wouldn't shoot him because why would he put real bullets in a gun if I could reach it? He didn't think I had guts to get my hands dirty but I was panicking. I knew he'd kill me to save his boss. So when the phone rang I went for it and pulled the trigger. Seven shots."

Frank removed his arms from blocking her in and took a step back.

"Explains that." He mumbled to himself.

"Explains what?" She asked him as she tried to get her breathing under control. Reliving that one moment that had changed her had ripped over a wound that was constantly bleeding through her peripheral.

"Fisk." He said as if that was supposed to answer everything.

"You're gonna have to give me a little more than that, Frank." She sighed. She turned around to grab the bottle of wine that she had been planning to open before they got into an argument about this.

"He didn't know it was you. The one who took his precious friend from him. You would have been killed already. Still might if he gets out." He paused briefly as he watched her cherish the glass of wine as if it was the only thing keeping her anchored. There were worse ways of coping he supposed.

He took the glass from her, and placed his hands on her shoulder. "He won't get the chance." He told her with that terrifying confidence he had just before he was about to do something really bad. For once she didn't think she wanted to stop him from whatever he was about to do. It would help her - not to mention Hell's Kitchen itself - out a lot.

She figured he would leave after that. Instead he asked her one more question. "What's the other thing?"

Karen let out a curse as she shut her eyes for a few seconds. "Another time, Frank. I've bared enough of my soul to you for one night."

He gave her a grin. He was gonna hold her to that.