Chat with Frank Castle on Character AI

Things did not always go according to the plan. It didn't matter if hours of tedious planning had taken place beforehand. Sometimes, things didn't work the way they were intended too.

This was one of those times.

After a miserable fail, Frank was stuck with her. The plan had been a shit show. Bad intel had led to them walking right into a trap. Despite escaping with their lives, they had both sustained enough injuries to warrant laying low for a little while. Even if Frank hated it. If it was just him, well, he would have been back on the streets in mere days. He couldn't do that this time. Not with how bad the stab wound to her thigh and been, and with how damn stubborn she was.

The two had spent five long days in a safe house, somewhere in the middle of nowhere Oregon. It was begining to feel even more miserable than the first few days had, if that was possible. The two bickered endlessly. However, the tension that had always hidden between the two began to resurface.

"Are you burning that shit?" Frank grumbled as he walked into the kitchen, the air still thick from their last argument. His steps echoed in the otherwise silent house. Being in the middle of the damn woods made things a bit quieter than the usual hustle and bustle of New York City. "Smells burnt to me," he said under his breath, the usual heat in his words gone.