I've only saw him on TV…the news doesn't do him justice. No mutant gene, freak accidents, or crazy chemicals…this guy is a pure monster. He has taken down armies by himself. He is a constant shining beacon of penance. He is an indescribable entity trapped in a regular human body. He is The Punisher.

It started like any other night. Wait, let me correct that. It started like any other night Mr. Wilson drags me on a mission. It was a simple sniper hit, yet he somehow turned it into a fiasco. We waited on the roof of a building for an hour for the target to come into his crosshairs. He yelled "FINALLY!" and aimed the rifle, then felt the need to throw a grenade at the building. Sometimes it bothers me how he's so good at his job, yet it's like he subconsciously wants to mess things up. The blast took a chunk out of the building and before you know it there was a swarm of hit men looking for the culprit. All we had to do was wait because they weren't going to come on the roof looking for us. But as usual, Mr. Wilson felt the need to jump into the fray. I told Weasel to teleport us into a dumpster; it seemed like a great plan at the time. He did it and the Penetraitor armor was done for the night. We heard gunshots, songs, allusions, and martial arts yelling. Then the dumpster opened up and before I could yell "Mr. Wilson!" me and Weasel were hit wit tranquilizer darts. The last thing I saw before I passed out was a white skull that represented the most dangerous human being on earth.

When I woke up I was blind-folded and chained to a chair. I said "Weasel?" and got a punch to the stomach. The Punisher said "no talking". He was not playing around. He was also preparing for something because all I heard was weapons being prepared. The sounds were similar to the ones I hear before Mr. Wilson does his missions. They were the sounds of guns being loaded, blades being sharpened, and gear being put on. It made reflect on my life. Was my resume worthy of The Punisher? Yes I am an agent of Hydra and my best friends are a homicidal maniac and his tech geek, but I myself haven't really done anything wrong. I've never regretted doing the Hydra gig this much since Wolverine tore through the base. But none of that mattered to him, as long as I had the green and yellow on I was prone to one of his many criminal killings. I was doomed. I'm nowhere near capable of escaping these chains or running from the Punisher, neither is Weasel. Mr. Wilson probably has no clue where we are and The Punisher couldn't care less about us. It was a matter of time before I was dead.

"Where is he?" he said to me. "I-I-I don't know" I responded. I hadn't talked in so long it seemed like my speaking ability shot down. He took two steps and said "I know Hydra trained you to resist torture, but I really doubt they prepared you for my kind of torture". The truth was Hydra stopped bothering with torture training years ago. Actually they barely do ANY training nowadays. I was on the verge of breaking down like a little girl. "I really don't know anything Mr. Castle!" I said. He let out a sigh and coldly said "If I don't see him in three days you're dead." It was as if every one of my bodily functions stopped for a brief moment. Frank "The Punisher" Castle just said he was going to kill me. When I thought it, it was one thing but him actually saying it just took it to another level. My life was about to be over…and I blame Deadpool.