DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters but the OC's that I make up.
As it has been quite a while since I've ended my first Marvel story (The Rising Carnage), I've decided to set it in its own universe while this and any other Marvel stuff I do will be in the Ammi-Verse - my own personal Marvel Universe! Standalone from any current comics or anything. So if you want to know which stories are in the Ammi-Verse, just look for the (AV) stamp in the story description!
Anywho, read on!
A small closet
In an apartment building,
New York.
Frank Castle held his breath as if his life depended on it – which, truthfully, it did.
In his right hand was a pistol that had three rounds in it. In his left was a combat knife stained with blood, some of it his own. For most, that would be a handful by itself, but for him, he felt almost naked. Criminally underarmed. If he hadn't left his AR-15 behind…
A rage-filled yell sent a chill down his spine. It was beastly, almost inhuman, and Frank clutched his gun even tighter. Impossible…he can't still be alive….
"CASTLE! YOU SON OF A BITCH! GET OUT HERE!"
Frank didn't dare move. The closet he was hiding in was the only thing keeping him alive. If he stepped foot out of it, even an inch, he was sure to die. Holding the gun steady in front of him, he waited, listening intently. Footsteps stomped around outside, though they sounded distant. Hopefully they'd stay that way.
"CAAAAASTLEEEEE! YOU AREN'T GONNA HIDE FOR LONG!"
"We'll see about that," said Frank breathlessly. As he said this, his phone vibrated twice, and upon turning it on, he read the single text message on the screen:
ON MY WAY. HANG IN THERE.
"I CAN SMELL YOU, CASTLE! I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE! YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID!"
The sound of doors being kicked down startled him. He aimed the pistol at the closet door, hands trembling slightly, as the noise got closer and closer. The fury behind the kicks was distinguishable even from inside the closet; he could hear them splintering the doors as if they were paper.
KICK.
KICK.
KICK.
KICK –
The outside door clambered to the ground with a mighty conundrum of rattling. The person was snarling, breathing heavily, almost growling like a feral beast. Before he knew it the closet door was ripped off the hinges, and a dark form hurled him from inside and into the adjacent room. He landed on his stomach, and the impact knocked the wind out of him. Attempting to roll over, he was stopped by a combat boot coming down on his skull and pinning him in place. He was in a twisted, massively uncomfortable position – but he could finally see who it was that was after him.
The Wolverine. And he was well and truly in berserker mode.
"There you are. I'm gonna rip your heart out and make you eat it."
He raised his hands up, and with a snikt sound, his infamous claws sprang from his knuckles like switchblades.
"Wait…" said Frank weakly. "It ain't like what you're sayin'…"
Wolverine snickered. "I saw what happened. You ain't weaselin' your way outta this one. Now - "
He stopped.
Frank blinked in surprise. Wolverine had turned to look out the sole window in the room, and he was just staring blankly, a bewildered expression on his face. All too soon, though, it turned to alarm as the window exploded into shards. He was blown back, all the way back into the hallway he'd torn up, and through the wall into the room across the way. A piteous growl of pain issued from the wreckage.
Frank sighed in relief, heaving himself up quickly. He had to get out of here, pronto. Hurrying over to the window, he was blinded by an extremely bright light – he couldn't see what it was, but he knew all too well.
His phone began to ring, and he answered it with a victorious grin on his face. "Fury."
"Come on, Frank. Jump. You'll land in here. Just hurry."
The light turned away from the window, and Frank saw a helicopter hovering incredibly close to the building. On the side door of the copter was the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo.
"Open the door then, Fury!" shouted Frank, stepping back from the window.
The copter door opened, revealing a grizzled, iron-gray haired man with a patch over his left eye. He clutched a machine pistol in his right hand with several attachments, gesturing for Frank to come on with his left. "Hurry! I'll take care of him."
Frank took a few more steps back, then started running with all his might. He leaped out of the window, arms outstretched, teeth gritted, fingers splayed, and –
And –
A single gunshot sounded as he flew right into the copter, and he didn't have time to flinch, and his body was on fire from colliding with the copter's interior, and Nick Fury was firing at something still in the apartment as the copter began to fly away. He closed the door, and as it slammed shut, he sank to the floor as well.
"That was a close one. Now, Castle…do you want to tell me what this was all about?"