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This is such a great story, I absolutely love what you've done with it

oh no this is so great

This is great and hilarious xD

I just want the characters confronted with whatever unfathomably bizarre scenario the fans can come up with. Bonus if the word "crack" appears there in any meaning or context.

>pulls up a chair
>cracks open a beer
>waits

Prompt OP, here - this was awesome!

hey, there's kinda a fic for this but it's Matt/Foggy, if you want you can check it out here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9163846

This is fantastic. Thank you so much for writing it, it's a joy to read.

Yes please

A!A here, I'm back! I was on vacation but good news, it involved way too much driving. I like to puzzle out snags in complicated plotlines while I'm driving to help keep me awake.

And yes, this will be very real-life focused. I hope people don't get too turned off that abortion wasn't a more prominent option here, but I feel like people get to make a choice. Someone that chooses to continue with pregnancy is going to talk in very typical language about babies and think about their fetal human AS their baby. Coping mechanism for having fetal humans snap-kicking you in the intestines.

UGHHHH GRIMDARK also in Miller there's like a 95% chance she would've been a prostitute by now. Some of his stuff is actually pretty decent (hi Matt Murdock! You're a great exception!) but some of it makes me want to throw things. If you want to see one of the most beautiful and prolonged anti-Miller-and-ilk screeds EVER, and if you like Catwoman, Cat-Tales is the best. Catwoman-centric reaction to DC nonsense as it goes down.

Mattie debates with herself but can’t justify bringing her mask out one more time. All she wants to do is give notice to Brett, but if she heard someone in danger… she decided. Mattie’s done very poorly putting her own ideas of justice first. She was not going to chase down a miscarriage.

She ends up sending Brett a letter. That feels risky even with wearing latex gloves under cheap knit gloves from a street vendor. Her handwriting is awful even without the addition of layers but she won’t risk a stray fingerprint. She writes in inch-high letters to compensate for the mess.

She tells herself it’s coincidence that she agrees to go on errands to the precinct the next few times that the office needs a runner. Mattie definitely likes the fresh air and time away from her pushy coworker. She’ll have to deal with Paul sometime. He’s just the sort of person to assume it’s his business that she’s pregnant with no boyfriend around.

Mattie doesn’t manage to hear Brett’s reaction to the letter she worked into his inbox. She tells herself that it’s fine.

She walks out of an obstetrician’s office halfway through her first consultation. The doctor had been insinuating that she knew several talented abortion providers if Mattie wanted to make any other decision. Mattie would have accepted one offer with a smile. Two she would have let go as a persistent effort to make sure Mattie had made her choice. Three felt like the doctor’s decision should overrule any protest Mattie might make.

“Do you think that a blind woman living on her own should not be pregnant?”

“What are you even going to do when the baby comes?” the doctor had asked with terrible kindness in her voice. “You live alone, you did not list a single emergency contact on your forms… it might be better.”

Mattie was halfway down the block when she realized there might have been a copay. If they sent her a bill later, so be it. Of anything that she spent Elektra’s money to buy, paying off a doctor she annoyed might be something Elektra liked.

If Claire hadn’t been in Harlem, Mattie might have stopped by her apartment with takeout for a bribe to ask for insider knowledge on a better obstetrician. Instead Mattie sat and tried to focus on a case while her screenreader narrated reviews of far too many local doctors.

Mattie called ahead. She mentioned that she was blind and single, throwing the words out like a challenge. The receptionist calmly went forward with a rote recitation that the office was glad to offer medical care and would Mattie prefer any specific accommodations. They could offer Braille as well as a volunteer patient advocate who could remain with Mattie through all parts of her office visits.

In person, the receptionist patted Mattie’s hand and mentioned she could ask for an advocate at any time. She also could ask for space at any time.

That office used something called a ‘hat’ when collecting a urine sample. It sat over the toilet bowl and was far less problematic than a tiny plastic cup. Mattie never even had to touch it. One of the nurses volunteered to prep the bathroom for her and then pour the sample into a specimen cup afterward. She was sincere enough saying that it was no trouble, and something that they did for any squeamish sighted patients, that Mattie agreed. She just left an unflushed toilet behind and pretended not to know that other people were handling her urine. She was mollified that all medical staff were thorough in washing their hands before shaking hands.

All doctors in the office stopped by after her appointment. Mattie’s main doctor would try to be the one to deliver the baby, but as one of the visitors added, babies always liked to try something unexpected. They wanted her to be familiar with the doctors that might be on call. She did her best to sort out names of the four men and women before deciding they wouldn’t be offended if she couldn’t keep them straight. She left the office with braille pamphlets, a prescription for prenatal vitamins with an apparently pleasant aftertaste, and an appointment for a blood draw and ultrasound.

Her ultrasound was at 11 gestational weeks. That put it as nine weeks since probable conception and about nine weeks after Frank had left. It just figured that she and Frank managed to create a child just before both of them realized that the relationship couldn’t last. Mattie tried to hide her smile at the poor technician’s frustration. Babies at twelve gestational weeks and below were meant to stay still. Twelve-week gestation ultrasounds should show quiescent, helpful little jelly beans or crescents. The tech did his best to narrate between brief muttered swearing that the fetus was not supposed to be moving. Mattie’s was curling up and then straightening out just long enough to frustrate him. Finally, he recorded a measurement that looked just right for the first day of her last period, and she left smiling.

She told Rachel in a hushed whisper the next day at work. Rachel promised that she wouldn’t say a word to anyone else. She meant it, Mattie could tell, but maybe Mattie should have noticed Rachel’s slight emphasis on ‘say.’

There was a cardboard file box on Mattie’s seat the next morning. Instead of files, the box had a Braille note and a neat pile of clothing.

I hope you don’t mind the presumption, Mattie, but this seemed like the easiest way for me to fuss over you a little without drawing much notice. The bands on top fold over the waistband of pants when buttoning doesn’t quite work. I used the bands into the second trimester so that I could avoid maternity pants. That was a mistake in my opinion because maternity pants are incredibly comfortable.

The crinkly bag is ginger candies from an organic food shop near my house. I’ve noticed you’ve been in the bathroom a bit and if any of it is morning sickness, ginger is a great try. If you don’t like those then green tea is also pretty tasty and they make green tea candies.

I know you don’t use scents so the bottle is an unscented milk bath. Every pregnant woman deserves a warm soak.

If this was weird, I can stop, but I thought you deserve to know at least two people are rooting for you. (I didn’t tell Miles but he just knows things, and he liked spending time with you.)

--Rachel

Mattie scrawled ‘thank you, Rachel’ on a post-it note and left it on her desk. Rachel never seemed stunned that Mattie could find a bathroom without help or get through the metal detectors at court without having someone hold her hand. There was not a whisper that a blind person could manage to scrawl three words.

Aside from her obstetrician’s office and some crisis pregnancy center volunteer and Rachel, Mattie’s accountant is the only other person to know that she’s expecting even as the morning sickness finally starts to ease at 18 weeks gestation. The accountant certainly seems to disapprove that there is no father listed on any of the paperwork but he doesn’t say a word out loud to think that Elektra’s fortune shouldn’t revert into a trust for Mattie’s child on her death. If both of them die… Mattie would leave it to a friend, if they’d take it, but no one else comes to mind. Instead she fills in Rachel’s son as she knows Miles’ full name and birthdate.

That same week, she had the next ultrasound appointment. Her tech had fairly bounced into the waiting room trilling it was time to see Mattie’s baby. The sudden shock when Mattie stood and extended her hand, folded cane dangling from her wrist, was nearly palpable. The tech did manage to hold it together enough to confirm that she was here for the 1:30pm with Ms. Murdock and only apologized back in the room away from the crowd. Mattie wouldn’t hold excitement against her. Besides, the tech’s enthusiasm in narrating the entire ultrasound was a little infectious, even if Mattie couldn’t see the heartbeat fluttering. Mattie could feel it and she could tell that her baby kept rolling away from the probe.

“Now, don’t worry too much, okay?” the tech repeated. “I just cannot get a good view of the heart or the cord insertion here. I see four chambers but every time I try to capture an image your kid moves. It’s the same with the cord.”

Mattie smiled. Maybe it wasn’t quite being a fighter, but being troublesome was true to both parents.

“Now, just to check,” the tech continued. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to say anything about sex.”

“I’m not sure either,” Mattie replied. “I just… I want him or her to be healthy.”

“I think they’ll call you back to repeat the ultrasound, Ms. Murdock, so maybe they’ll have better luck. Any time I try to glance between the legs your kid rolls away.”

Mattie’s next appointment confirmed just what the tech said. Everything pictured was developing just fine but they couldn’t see the heart or umbilical cord connecting into the placenta. She would have another ultrasound the next week. Even better, Mattie’s near-constant nausea from the first trimester had finally settled into a marked aversion to garlic and any raw vegetables. Her obstetrician cheered and promised it would be easier to keep weight on when all of her meals didn’t end up making a second trip through the esophagus.

Her “nearly B” cup size had swollen to a C, at least according to the bra store clerk. Mattie thought “nearly B” was a ridiculous to say “needs a generous A cup” but didn’t deny that Cs felt pretty nice. Mattie despised shopping for bras on her best days. Having a stranger coo over her was not at all what she wanted. Still, she paid the money to get herself a few supportive bras and managed to smile at all of the innuendo Elektra would have managed in just one store.

She made it to 19 weeks gestation before someone else at work noticed. Mrs. Wallace was sweet and ruthlessly organized with paperwork for her lease dispute but rather deaf. Mrs. Wallace repeated the happy news loudly enough that the entire office including Paul knew all about Mattie’s baby.

Rachel was again the best work-friend that Mattie could ask for. Mattie overheard Rachel taking Paul very firmly to task about how inappropriate it was to continue hitting on a woman clearly uninterested in him. Mattie had declined all invitations to coffee, lunch, dinner, art exhibitions, and his apartment. Rachel devoted an entire extra minute to the idiocy of asking a blind woman to an art exhibit without some kind of background check if Mattie liked certain types of art or finding a gallery with interactive sculpture.

Gossip traveling into the court was inevitable. Mattie’s usual court suits had been out of the question for weeks already. She usually preferred slim-cut tailored shirts and pants or pencil skirts. If she bothered with heels, they were never higher than an inch, but on advice from her obstetrician she’d opted to stay with flats and extra arch support. Switching to A-line skirts and draping shirts brought her into the back of her wardrobe. The change in outfits might have been a clue already. One of her coworkers would be sure to pass on the latest gossip. Mattie Murdock, ‘the hot blind lawyer,’ was pregnant and absolutely refused to name the father.

She had tried to figure out if Frank had a website. She knew he occasionally accepted tips. Both cell phone numbers she had were out of service. Frank cycled through cell phone numbers faster than most people washed their sheets. Finally, she fought through the interface and typed a message onto the Punisher’s most reliable fansite.

Old ally of P here, she typed. New development in Manhattan he might want to know about. Tell him to call M, number’s the same.

Frank had teased often enough that she was three Ms. Madeline Margaret Murdock. If he didn’t know that she wanted to talk… she wasn’t bold enough to suggest that her new email account linked to the fansite would also link to Daredevil. If he wouldn’t talk to her, there wasn’t much else she could do.

The day before 20 weeks gestation, she found Foggy in her apartment’s lobby. He was sitting on the floor. He wasn’t wearing cologne but had only stopped about three days before, he had been wearing some nice subtle scent with hints of leather and sandalwood. His suit was definitely higher quality, she could tell by the scent of the fabrics and the way it barely made a sound as he fidgeted with what he was carrying. Not his phone, she thought, but something larger.

She waited in the street for a few minutes while she tried to imagine how obviously pregnant she was. Most strangers still thought she was at a normal weight. Foggy knew her better than that. Foggy had been the one that coaxed her away from her room after Elektra demanded a last-minute transfer the week before Thanksgiving. He had dragged her to his own home for Thanksgiving and somehow made it sound like she was doing him a favor. That was when she had known that he’d be a fantastic lawyer.

Finally she gave up. Her stomach was growling and it was past time to eat. Without walls in her way, she could tell that Foggy seemed to be holding wine bottles.

“Hi,” Foggy said before she could think of what to say. “Look. I… I don’t have any right to ask, and you did what I wanted. It’s really shitty of me to expect that you might have come to me to ask for help just because… um…”

Mattie wasn’t sure if the next part of the discussion would involve fucking the Punisher, having sex with a client she was actively representing, leaving the case abruptly and letting Foggy defend the Punisher, being Daredevil at all, any of the times Foggy had been in danger because of her, being pregnant…

She’d missed him too much to care which one it was. He was here and he’d brought a bribe. Foggy seemed to think she’d ever need a present to take him back. “Want to come upstairs?” she offered. “I hear the view in this place is nearly as awful.”

Her apartment was smaller. It still was not the kind of thing a public defender should be able to afford. She could almost hear Foggy totaling up the kitchen and bedroom and living room and not matching the numbers to a defender’s salary. Even lawyers at Foggy’s new level would probably hear gossip about the blind public defender chick who always pounced when their client just bent the truth a little bit. He didn’t ask, so Mattie told him.

“I’m working as a public defender right now, but I’m living off of an inheritance,” she said into the silence. “Elektra…” Mattie swallowed all of the pain and anger and sorrow that always colored her first friend’s name. “She died. She left everything to me including a few cocktail dresses that always drew a reaction. None of those will fit just now.” She tugged the bottom of her shirt snug against her hips. Mattie was done keeping secrets from Foggy. If he didn’t like what she had to give, then he could leave again and her heart would break again and Rachel would probably notice she was sad and give her chocolate.

“Um. Mattie. Not to sound at all like I am judging who you might have chosen as a sexual partner, but…” Foggy set both bottles on the counter. “Frank?”

“Yeah,” Mattie said. “First I didn’t want to tell anyone. I didn’t know what I was going to do, really, but someone else at the public defender’s office came back from maternity leave. She’s been helping me out.”

“Can I hug you?” Foggy asked carefully.

Mattie half-tackled him in response. She somehow hadn’t noticed she didn’t touch people anymore. She was fiercely independent to try to keep well-meaning people from dragging her around by the elbow. She didn’t hug clients as a rule. She didn’t even have fist-fights to entertain herself with. At Fogwell’s, the few idiots who thought a pregnant woman shouldn’t go near a punching bag had been very thoroughly told off during the gym’s open hours. She hadn’t had to say a thing but was cheeky enough to flip out of the ring once. Nobody would think Daredevil was a blind pregnant chick. Almost everyone still thought Daredevil was a man. Her tricks of using an Ace bandage and layering shirts had most people thinking she was a very lean and pretty man. The fansite devotion to her rear end seemed to distract any talk of her chest.

“That’s why you stopped?” he asked. “The… you know. Getting punched.”

“Yeah. I mean, I can keep a full schedule, but I couldn’t… if I was going to end the pregnancy I wasn’t going to let someone else take the blame. Then I decided that making decisions for me first hadn’t gone so great either. I still don’t know if I can do this but I have a few ads from couples that want to adopt.”

“Mattie, if you want to be a mom, you will be a great mom,” Foggy promised. “I feel stupider that I didn’t talk to you weeks ago. First I thought you were just out of town. Then I thought you were hurt. Then I didn’t know what to think but you were taking cases as a public defender so I stopped thinking you were dead, but there might have been a night at Josie’s where I gave a very slurred eulogy for you. Karen made me shut up before I said anything bad.”

“You can tell her,” Mattie said quietly before he could ask. “For a while I thought I’d be mad if anyone came back because I was pregnant. Like I wasn’t enough, maybe, but… it’s for the kid, right? Mini Murdock could use an Uncle Foggy. Plus my obstetrician was starting to get nervous that I didn’t have an emergency contact.”

“That was part of how I got my act together,” Foggy admitted. “I didn’t know if you had anyone helping you. Even if you were still doing your thing… maybe we just needed better limits. We didn’t work too well when we weren’t talking about why we had specific priorities. If you start up after baby’s born, well, maybe I can babysit some nights.”

“I don’t know yet.” Mattie let go of Foggy to run the pads of her fingers over what he’d brought for her. “Smells like apples?”

“Carbonated apple juice, basically. No alcohol.”

“Thanks.” Mattie let Foggy poke through her cabinets to find the glasses. He pestered her for stories about life as a public defender before reciprocating with stories about life as a lawyer that made non-monopoly money. She was leaning on his shoulder when she finally asked.

“I have a repeat ultrasound tomorrow. The one where you can see the face. Can you come narrate for me tomorrow at about 4?”

“I will be there with bells on. Except not literally bells, obviously, because your super-hearing self probably wants to be developing hand-sonar so you can see your baby all on your own,” Foggy replied solemnly. He only lasted a moment before laughing. She let him pay for delivery and both of them agreed that he should practice narrating again, as it had been a while. Mattie ended up falling asleep halfway through The Princess Bride while he was still trying to describe the facial features of every character on the screen.

op here: matt/foggy is my jam so this is beyond perfect!! thank you so much!!

This is so awesome, a!a. I love love love what you've done. Car rides and long baths make for great brainstorming time in my experience. I hope your vacation was good!

I'm not a fan of Miller at all, and I agree that he likely would have had Mattie working corners (or at least back rooms) because he lived for making fenale characters into sex workers for the lulz. Also, DD is dark enough already, and I like that you're adding in happy things, like Rachel and Miles, reconsiling with Foggy, etc., because bad choices or not Mattie needs a support system and some sort of positive human interaction. DD is done for atm but for now Fisk and co are in jail or in hiding (though they obviously aren't gone forever), so while tgey still represent a threat it isn't immediate. We'll have to wait and see on Frank, which will be interesting. I'm curious about your take on him.

However, I have one criticism to make. As someone with a crossdressing history and theater background, as well as several transgender friends, I'd like to point out that binding with Ace Bandages is really a big no-no, like breathing issues and potentially deadly damage to ribs+lungs over time bad. Using a sports bra, corset, or a binder is the way to go, especially if Mattie was rather flat before the pregnancy made her tatas grow. She could probably use a good sports bra or an athletic binder, which are designed specifically to flatten things out and in the case of a binder to actively reshape a more masculine figure, and they're also specifically designed for active athletic usage. Ace bandage binding is liable to cause damage to an average person, much less someone who fights, parkours, and frequently has torso injuries ranging from broken ribs to bruising.

whoa this is so so good and believable and HOT :D

Oh no, oh NO, this is so cute!

The actual Defenders are confused and annoyed. Once they actually start fighting crime together it somehow comes out that all that was Daredevil, and they're all just so incredibly done. "Maybe we should just retire," Danny says, "let you do all the punching."

"I need a drink," Jessica says. Luke nods in solemn agreement.

I hope this gets picked up

There was a Matt/Foggy prompt that kind of had this idea back on round six: http://daredevilkink.dreamwidth.org/4501.html?thread=8068501#cmt8068501

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Foggy knew that Matt had a string of short relationships while they were at college, and he heard the rumors that Matt is the absolute fucking master of oral sex, but he didn't know that those relationships never lasted because while Matt will give head, he won't let his partners touch him anywhere below the waist, even with clothes on.

Matt was born intersex, and despite the doctors at the hospital suggesting it throughout Matt's childhood, Jack fought for Matt not to have surgery to make him look more “normal.” Matt is raised male, with the idea that he can choose later in life what he identifies as, and decide himself if he wants surgery when he is old enough.

But Jack died, and the nuns at St Agnes weren't eager to talk about Matt's “condition” as they described it, and they told him never to let anyone know about it, so Matt grew up hating his own body.

Post season one, Matt & Foggy realize they are in love, and Matt falls into the same pattern of giving amazing oral sex, and then not letting Foggy touch him.

After a while Foggy gets frustrated. Foggy jokingly asks if Matt is really a girl because he won't let him see him naked, and Matt starts screaming at Foggy that he isn't. Matt has always felt male, but he is haunted by the fact that someone else could have made that decision for him when he was just a baby.

Foggy eventually gets Matt to calm down and explain the situation to him. Matt explains that he has 5 alpha reductase deficiency, and expects Foggy to leave him because of it.

Foggy stays. He loves Matt just the way he is.

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Maybe it could be sort-of combined with this, but open to gen or to other pairings besides Matt/Foggy, and possibily other types of intersex? There are numerous paths to take regarding the various forms of intersex depending on chromosomes, hormonal abnormalities (testosterone, estrogen, and androgen definiciencies cause forms of intersex), genetic chimaerism (exchanging cells with the mother and possibly older siblings, absorbing a twin in the womb, etc.), and more.

I'm not sure if it's better or worse that Fisk hasn't personally taken advantage. Either way this is a seriously horrible situation. Matt, Karen, and Foggy need serious help stat.

Karen saw what had happened. Somehow, she was able to see into Matt's pained eyes and know exactly what the man had been through. He had suffered that particular pain that came with being violated, with losing all control of the self.

Matt had been violated and she was going to help him.

Yet, she couldn't do it alone. Karen was more aware than most of her own limitations. She needed someone else.

"His fingers are in every aspect of the prison," Frank told her, arms crossed in front of him. It had taken a monumentous effort to get The Punisher out of hiding, but she had done it -- for Matt. "I've worked with every scumbag organization out there, and I'ven ever seen it done with such thoroughness. He took over the entire prison from the inside, the same way as he used to own the city."

"So, you think I'm right?" Karen asked. "You think he's having Matt...assaulted?"

"I can guarantee it."

"How?" she asked softly.

"When you called, I got hold of one of my associates," Frank murmured, looking away. It surprised Karen, but he seemed genuinely upset by whatever it was that he had learned.

"You have associates?" she asked. "What happened to the whole, 'I always work alone; that way I'll get my vengeance' crap?"

"You don't get far without having eyes and ears elsewere. Anyway, I found out that the entire staff, down to the damn cook is in Fisk's pocket. He's ben using your friend's body to buy loyalties..."

"I need to stop it," Karen said, standing up and staring him down. She had no idea how, but she had to save Matt's life this time. She had been where he was -- scared, violated. She was not going to just let him rot. "What do I do?"

"You against Fisk's empire?" Frank asked. "No disrespect, but you can understand that the odds are a bit stacked there."

"I didn't ask you if the odds were against me," she said, taking a step forward and leaning close. "I asked you what I should do."

"I'd say get in," Frank said, "but you, yourself, aren't going to get into a men's prison any time soon."

"But you could..."

At that, Frank laughed. It was a bitter laugh, full of the sadness that she had learned to associate with him. He shook his head from side to side at her words.

"I wouldn't do that, not even for him," he said, crossing his arms. "e made his choices, and if he had killed the man when he had the chance, he wouldn't be in this spot. Look, I care about you, in spite of my better judgement, but I am not doing this for you."

"Then, you're going to help me get in there," she said, finally. "I need to get Matt out."

"You're crazy."

"Says the crazy one."

"I'll help, at least."

Your Own Hand

"You're trying to get me to kill you."

Frank paused, heart thumping against his chest when he realized the truth. Murdock wasn't crazy; no, he was suicidal.

"What?" the man asked, standing there in his stupid costume, breathing making his chest rise and fall rapidly. "You're crazy, Frank. What are you talking about?"

"Don't be an idiot," he snarled. "You dragged me out here and got in the way of my mark on purpose. You want me to kill you."

The man paused, and even with the mask covering his eyes, it wasn't hard to tell that he knew he'd been figured out. He stared, gaping like an idiot. He took several steps back and shook hsi head.

"Look, Frank; I'm sorry that I let him get away," the devil managed wearily. "I didn't mean to, but you know that he doesn't deserve to die."

"The man's a rapist and a murderer," Frank said, taking the bait, even though he knew much better than that. "Can you really tell me that he doesn't deserve to die?"

"Maybe he does deserve to die," the man -- Matt Murdock, not even his persona of Daredevil -- whispered. "Maybe he does deserve to die, but you're not God, Frank. You can't make that judgement for him."

"But I can make that judgement for you?" he countered darkly. "I mean, man, you were trying to get me to kill you. I know that. I'm not an idiot."

"I'm not...I..."

At that, Murdock dropped down to his knees. Frank watched him, staying back. He seemed so lost, and so helpless, that it engaged the urge Frank had to run over and comfort him. The part of him that used to be human.

He knelt down.

"Did you try to use me to kill yourself?" Frank asked, directly. There was no other way to do it.

Murdock looked up at him. The expression on his face was strained.

"Yes," he said in a whisper. "I was hoping that you killed me."

"Why?" Frank asked, quietly. "Why would you use me that way?"

"You don't mind killing," Matt said softly. "I figured that I could die and it wouldn't...really hurt you, because you've taken so many lives in the last few years. I just thought maybe..."

"First of all, did you ever think that it'd fuck me up to kill someone who didn't deserve it?" Frank asked. He then shrugged his shoulders. "Well, more than I'm already fucked up, but...I can't do that. I can't kill someone who didn't deserve it."

"I..."

"Second of all, you can't kill yourself using someone else," Frank said. "Suicide is suicide, whether you do it yourself or force someone else's hand, you know."

"I just..."

"Third of all, I really don't want you to die." At that, Frank leaned down so that he was face to face with the man. No, he couldn't see, but he knew that Frank was there, staring into his eyes. "It's not time for you to let go."

"What..."

Frank sighed and then took his hand, pulling him to his feet.

"C'mon, let's go."

There's a What-If comic where the black symbiote attatched to Frank instead of Eddie Brock because Eddie arrived at the church a few minutes later. He was still essentially the Punisher, but he definitely put the new Spider+symbiote skillset to very deadly use as well. In the end Matt and Typhoid Mary teamed up to take him down and remove the symbiote, but they had a hard time of it.

During the Anti-Venom short series in 2008 or so, Frank had to work with Eddie Brock (who had become Anti-Venom and gone anti-hero) to uncover a mexican Cartel's prostitution and drug ring. He spent half the time trying to off the guy, though the Anti-Venom symbiote's regenerative and protective abilities hindered the attempts. He stabbed him, fireblasted him, even shot him in the head. Eddie kept shrugging it off and healing from the damage, but he was definitely freaked out and side-eyeing Frank the entire time.

Ahhhh, this was great!!

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