tacohead13 asked: Frank being jealous of Matt but trying not to show it & failing miserably
The problem with be a) a supposedly dead man b) not wanting to show your face during the day time meant not being able to do certain things without going incognito. This was nothing for Frank Castle, usually. He preferred scoping out targets during the day and getting the grunt of his work done when The Kitchen was at it's all time prime hour of bad deed doing.
This wasn't one of those occasions. In fact it was the opposite. Sure, he had beat Red within an inch of his life. Sure, he had saved his life before - and Red had returned the favor much to his annoyance. This didn't mean much to him when it came to Karen Page. Who he had been having some sort of dance with. He wasn't reading too much into it. It was what it was.
However, if there was one thing he couldn't completely wrap his head around was what little lingering feels Red had for Karen. Karen had full on said she was done with that part of Murdock. He was dead to her - bullshit - to a point. There were still this moments when he saw it on her face. The awe of what Red did. The torn emotions of a woman who had been lied to until she had just given up completely.
It hadn't been his priority to pick up those pieces. If you loved you loved hard and didn't have many regrets. Despite that Red was rather irksome when it came trying to slip back into view as if nothing had changed. Karen had been rather straightforward to Frank. She knew what he did, accepted it to a fault and that was that.
And yet she needed Red for something that he couldn't help with. Damn if that didn't piss him off.
They were all in the sitting room of the cramped newer place that Karen had managed to nab a few months back. Frank was leaning against the wall, arms folded a look of utter contempt on his face as he watched Karen and Murdock talk about a case. As far as Frank was concerned he could get the answers she needed no problem. She wanted a delicate touch, which is what she normally provide if both men weren't so stubborn about her putting herself in danger once again.
"It would be a simple operation." Karen was trying again to get them to let her go at it alone.
Before the Devil could open his mouth. "The answer is still no, ma'am." Frank grumbled.
Murdock reached out and passed his hand over Karen's wrist. "I know you want to get these guys but it will be easier if you stayed back for the time being. I'll tell you everything."
Frank was practically glaring at him. It seemed to cause him to smile considering Karen wasn't looking at Frank when he did it. That whole altar boy facade really pissed him off. Especially when he was using it to try to do the same thing that Frank had attempted at least five times over the past two days.
"Hands off, Red." He said low enough so that he could hear it.
To his credit Murdock did at least put his hands in his lap. He didn't give off that the reason was solely because Frank was giving him a choice whether or not he wanted to die in this apartment or not. Karen did also seem relieved that he had removed his hands.
The truth was that she hadn't completely been okay with him being in her personal space but she needed him. She would have liked to do this in public but Frank wanted to be there for the conversation and giving the state of his healing arm he thought it better that they just do it here.
"Fine. Use your recording app. I don't need you to tell me another lie." This caused the frown to drop from Frank's face and transfer over to Murdock. Frank was grinning and trying hard not to jump off the wall to high five Karen for seeing through the act. It wasn't as if either of them had either been Murdock's fan lately but there was some respect there.
"Right." Matt said as he began to get up. He turned to the side as if he could sense Frank. Frank still didn't understand that shit. But, he gave him a moment to say whatever he was about to say. "I don't need your shadow this time." He was clearly talking about the last time he had helped him out.
"Wasn't planning on it, Red. Someone has to watch her." He gestured towards Karen who just rolled her eyes at him.
With that the Devil was out of their hair for the moment.
It took about fifteen minutes before Karen came at him about his behavior. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were jealous."
"You should know better." He said, as he sipped his coffee. His face had a screwed up expression that was less from the coffee and more from Karen's quip.
"You have nothing to worry about." She continued.
He gave her a look, a slight smile appeared shortly. "I know."
