Billy Russoti Woke up in a hospital bed with gauze rapped around his face. "Ah, Mister Russoti, you're awake" Said the doctor, who had just walked in "your face suffered multiple lacerations"
"how bad is it?"
"well, it's not good, to say the least. I-"
"Just take the gauze off my face so I can see"
The doctor unwrapped the gauze off of Russoti's face, revealing a gruesome display. His face was separated into sections by stitching, giving his face the illusion of being cracked. "when can I leave?!" Russoti asked urgently.
"anytime"
"can I borrow your phone?" he asked.
The doctor handed over his phone, which Russoti used to call a ride. About an hour later, his ride arrived. Russoti stepped into the car. "take me to my office" he commanded.
They arrived at his office and he gets to his desk. He calls his right hand man into the room. "what do y-" he stopped, shocked by what he saw.
"it's my face, right?"
"no, your face looks great, really" he said, lying through his teeth.
"Don't give me that bullshit, Pittsy. My face looks like a fucking jigsaw puzzle. The Punisher did this to me. I want to get him back"
"how, we don't know where he is"
"let's get my brother out of prison. He can track"
"are you sure that's a good idea? With what happened last time getting him in solitary confinement, and the police breathing down our necks, how are we going to get him out?"
Russoti laughed. "that's why you're my right hand man! You always ask the right questions. Don't worry. I have a fix all solution to get my brother out, and get the police of our back!" he said ecstatically "I just need to meet with the mayor"