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Bitter
Frank Castle sat on top of a rooftop with his sniper rifle that he recalibrated for the fourth time, waiting and ready. He had scouted out the warehouse in front of him days ago and found out it was actually a front for the Kingpin arms smuggling operation. One of the Kingpin's under bosses was supposed to show and the Punisher would be there to greet him.
Castle had enough time before his target showed up for his execution, so he thought he would just look up at the sky for awhile and go over his plans. Just as he started going over escape plan delta, he saw the Fantastic Four's car go zooming overhead and already hardened face went distinguishably even sourer.
Stupid "heroes" he muttered under his breath. "Think they can do it all. They save the world, make new inventions, go to parties, get idolized by the public and come back from the dead" he spat in disgust. He sat back and thought of all the superheroes that had died and come back, and soon his eyes turned both sad and enraged at the same time.
"Yeah, all the so-called heroes can come back, but because my family never put on a pair of tights they can't" he said in an angry hurt voice. He quickly turned around and grabbed his rifle as he heard a car pull up. His target had arrived and was inside the warehouse. Taking his aim at the man's head through his scope, the Punisher said the only thing that can make him feel better. "But at least I can make sure that these scum don't come back either" he said, just before he pulled the trigger.