AN: Happy New Year Everyone!. I apologize greatly for the delay. Given this holiday season, It was more of a priority to spend my free time with family and cherished friends. I have made this next chapter a exciting as possible to make up for your patience.
Chapter 7
Felicia had finished cleaning up. She had moved her clothing out of the bathroom, and into the hamper. The adult toy she used was cleaned and placed back in a drawer with all of her other adult paraphernalia. She was relaxed, loosened up, and her desire for carnal activities with the fairer sex had been diminished due to the glory of internet pornography.
Now all she wanted was for Peter to hurry up with his looking into the Rolling Sevens and get back to her so they could beat up the gang members. Felicia went to the bathroom and put on a short, light gray, silk robe. She strolled back to the bedroom and plopped down on the bed. She pulled out her phone and began to check the news feed for information on what her boyfriend may be up to. The headline of the night was an explosion in Harlem. One building was burning and had the FDNY working overtime, with several confirmed dead inside.
Felicia let out a small gasp. She read through the details. The explosion and resulting fire occurred earlier while she was riding back from the DoH clubhouse, so she let out a small sigh of relief knowing that she didn't let people die because she was horny. She knew that there was no way she could predict everything, but she would have felt horrible if there was something that she could've done.
Felicia looked through the news reports. There was some sort of gunfight leading up to the explosion between members of the Rolling Sevens and an unidentified gunman in black clothing. Felicia's first thought was that the Dogs of Hell had a very talented hit squad. But then she thought that surly one of the Dogs would have been killed by one of the sevens. She continued to scroll through the news for more details.
The next set of paragraphs described how Spider-Man showed up on scene to assist the fire department is cordoning of the area and evacuating civilians in potential danger. Felicia swelled with pride that her boyfriend was there to help save the day. Then she was a little annoyed for two reasons. The First was that Peter found the location of a Sevens hideout before she found the locations of the Dogs. The second reason was that Peter was too impatient to wait for her to get back from her own quest for clues and now a bunch of guys were dead. Felicia set her phone down, done and waited for Peter to come back.
She waited patiently in the bedroom working on here best scowl, thinking up way to ridicule him when he arrived. How he should have waited, how he should have at least left a message, and how in earth did a building explode? Sure enough, twenty minutes later, Felicia heard a thud and a groan along with the smell of smoke from the balcony to her apartment. Before Peter could get inside, she met him at the door.
"Oh no mister. There is no way that you are getting inside when you are like that." Felicia scolded.
"Ah man. I was hoping to get a shower in before you got back." Peter grumbled. His Spider Armor was covered in a layer of smoke and rubble. The smell of burnt wood and plastic stuck to him like a second skin. He was in no way, shape, or form suitable to be inside Felicia's clean and fresh apartment.
"You will leave you costume out here, then you will wash, and then explain what happened. And I know what happened to a degree. It's all over the news." She chastised.
"All right." Peter surrendered. He took off his armor and stood on the expansive balcony, complete with a heated gazebo that housed a hot tub, and a stellar view of the Manhattan skyline. One he was down to his underwear, he looked over to Felicia with a grin. "See anything you like?"
Felicia kept on scowling at him.
"Fine." Peter stepped inside.
"and use the guest bathroom. You're not gonna stink up mine."
Peter showered quickly, using liberal amounts of soap and water. Her dressed in a spare pair of pants and a shirt and found Felicia in her living area.
"Soooo. What do you want to know?" He asked, knowing that he would probably have to explain everything.
"I figured that you found the location of the Seven's leaders. But what happened after that? Everything. Spill." Felicia demanded.
"Okay. The Punisher happened."
4 Hours Earlier
Frank Castle. The Punisher. He was ready to fight again, despite the grey in his hair, and the wrinkles in his face, he was ready. The gang war between the Dogs and Sevens had drawn his attention away from a group of Mexican Cartel members that had made their way into New York City. They may have been murdering, drug pedaling pieces of shit, but they really only killed other people in the drug business. Gang wars tended to hurt a lot of people just caught in the cross fire. Just look at LA in the 90's, or more recently, Chicago.
Frank pulled up to an alleyway adjacent to a Rolling Sevens Cash house that he knew about. All wars needed money to be fought. Hit the cash house, and take away an organizations ability to fight for too much longer. All that he needed to do was kill the criminals inside, burn the money, and that would be the end of at least a portion of the Rolling Sevens ability to fight.
Frank stepped out of his beat-up sedan and walked around the back to open the trunk. Inside the trunk was filled with the tools of The Punishers lethal trade. The first thing that he grabbed was a custom plate carrier body armor. The top of the plate and the magazine pouches had been dyed white against the black clothing The to show his signature skull. A suppressed M1911, suppressed H&K 416 with holographic sight and grip, knife, and a full combat load of ammunition and grenades. The last thing that The Punisher put on was an assault pack and incendiary explosive for the money storage. Castle put on his balaclava, and closed the trunk, ready for his own personal war on crime.
Castle walked around to the back side of the stash house. Frank found the building through…aggressive interviewing techniques of local criminal elements. There was a lone spotter looking out for incoming trouble, but he was facing the street. Castle shot him. The nearly silent rifle shot couldn't be heard by anyone but the shooter. Castle lowered the muzzle of his rifle and moved to the doorway of the housing project building.
The Punisher opened the back door and walked inside. Four guys stood around a green table tennis board with numerous cups of beer and ping pong balls on it. The all looked to see the black clad gunman walk in to ruin their game. The Rolling Sevens started to reach for weapons, some guns, some blunt or sharp objects. Some on their person, some not. All were too slow thanks to the alcohol. Frank shot the first man in the chest twice and the second man in the head once with his rifle before they could touch their weapons. The third man was shot in the head as well as he aimed a pistol at Frank's. The last gangster managed to pick up a baseball bat and started to swing. Frank shot him twice in the chest and once in the head to be sure.
'Smooth is fast' Frank thought to himself. 'Nineteen rounds left in the magazine.'
"What's goin' on down there?" Came a voice from behind the door.
Frank turned and shot five rounds through the doorway tight pattern.
"Ghahhhh!" The same voice screamed. "You're dead mother fucker!"
The sounds of many people shouting, moving and loading guns started to come from behind the door. 'Amateurs.' The Punisher thought.
Castle kicked the door and tossed in a flashbang grenade. Gunfire erupted through the doorway. He had taken cover in the first room and counted the seconds. An eruption of sound and light came through the door way. The sounds of gunfire could still be heard, but the number of projectiles coming through the door was far lower.
The Punisher turned and engaged. He broke to the right and acquired his first target, a man with a .38 Smith and Wesson Revolver. Four shots to the chest. Second target, Glock 17, five shots, four hits, one miss, two more hits. Third target, Mossberg 500. Five shots. Fourth target, he was holding a bag of chocolate covered peanuts, but wearing Rolling Sevens purple. Franks emptied the rest of the magazine. The last target began to run out of the room, clearly gaining his eyesight back. The Punisher pulled out his M1911 and started to shoot, but the target was out the door.
'Damn, a squirter.' Frank though frowning. 'Lucky him. I'm here to burn some cash.'
Outside
Spider-Man landed on the building across the street from where he learned that Bulldog and Kit Kat had been send several of their messages. The scene was not what he expected. People were running away. Screaming. Then to his great surprise a familiar figure walked out of the building. The Punisher.
Spider-Man jumped down to the street level and walked up to him. "What the hell Frank?"
"Get down." He ordered.
The second floor of the building erupted into flames.
"WHAT THE HELL?"
The Punisher started to walk away.
"Castle. Did you leave anyone alive?" Spider-Man asked.
"One guy got away. I'm going to find him now."
"Did you kill Kit Kat and Bulldog?" Spidey asked concerned.
"Killed a guy with a bag of candy in his hand. Might have been that first guy. Don't know about the second. Off to find him." Frank stated and walked off.
"What about the fire?"
"Better save people who need saving hero. I just here to punish shit."
Present Time, Felicia's Penthouse
"So I searched the nearby rooms and building for people who were at risk for the fire. Helped out the Fire Department. The usual stuff." Peter finished telling the story.
Felicia just started at him for a few seconds. "Ugh!" Felicia groaned. She got up and went to her walk-in closet. "Why didn't you call me?"
Peter started rummaging through his drawer for a spare rag for cleaning that he had in his drawer in Felicia's dresser. "I didn't want to disturb you. You were infiltrating a biker gang!" He shouted. He found a rag and went to the bathroom for a bottle of cleaner.
"I can get out of a bar Peter. It's no different than any other time. Except this time I wasn't there for fun." Felicia shouted back.
Peter found a spray bottle of lemon scented cleaner. "And I can handle a few thugs with guns. The Punisher as well if I had gotten there earlier." Peter shouted, and immediately chastised himself. Nothing good come from that statement. He had just devalued his girlfriend's role in their super hero activities. "Felicia?" he shouted in a concerned tone and walked outside with the rag and cleaner.
Felicia was by the balcony door. She was wearing her black catsuit, but had not yet put on her mask. "I'm going out." She said simply, walked outside and jumped down to into the city below.
"Ohhhh. Yeah. She's upset." Peter said to himself.
Bulldog was gasping for his life. He had slipped away from the shit show of a shootout that was the cash house. Kit Kat and everyone else in there was dead. Everyone else thought that The Punisher was going after the Mexicans. Sure, other hero's were involved, but they didn't kill guys like him. OG would want to know this. Maybe the Mexicans would loan them some firepower, 'cause if The Punisher was in the neighborhood, then everyone in the clique would need some heaters.
AN: So the addition of Frank Castle provides an interesting wild card to the story. And Interpersonal difficulties with Peter and Felicia to add Drama. Several People requested more drama when it came to Black Cat and I agreed, but needed to get some way for the ball to roll.
