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Daredevil Prompt Post #11

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Maria was the sole survivor of the shooting and became the punisher, maybe she was in the army like frank but choose to have a family over her career

Yes! I headcanon that she and Frank met in the service, but she either decided not to sign on for more tours, or was discharged for medical reasons (not sure what kind)

I'd really like to see how people's perception of her changes. During the jury selection we saw that men disapproved of The Punisher while women were glad that they werent the only ones afraid to walk the streets at night. Would she briefly be a sort of feminist icon? I can picture her inspiring a lot of roller derby names and outfits. Her face painted onto a pink can of mace. The tumblr discourse to end all discourses. It'd be great

Feminists both loving and hating her because she's a badass woman who empowers herself but she uses her husband's name and left her career to have a family.

Your Fav Is Problematic: Maria Castle

Kinkshames pedophiles

Kinkshames? I think the proper term would be "shoots in the head, cuts to pieces and sets on fire, not neccessarily in that order"

Posted to AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8254676

"My name is Maria."

He hadn't asked, the one who called himself the devil. Maria had, however, decided to offer him that much. He needed to know who she was, and what her truth was. He needed to know the truth of the mission he was interferring with. He claimed to be one of the good guys, and maybe he was, but this devil was as dangerous to her as the men she'd killed.

"Maria," he repeated. "Why are you doing this?"

"You won't interfere with me anymore," she declared.

Maria pulled back and took a look at him. They were together on a rooftop, and she had the devil in chains. It was a pretty visual. She had to admit that there was a sort of heavy-habded symbolism there. She, Maria Castle, the one who would get revenge, had the devil in chains before her.

"What you're doing isn't right..." he began desperately.

"That isn't yours to decide," Maria said quickly. "I can't even begin to tell you the things that they've done. The murders they've committed, they aren't just murders. They were massacres. Innocent people, women and their babies included, children who just needed protection... They were torn apart, alive and screaming."

"I know," he said, trying his best to be empathetic. "I know who they are and what they're capable of, but you can't be judge, jury, and executioner all on your own, Maria."

"I disagree."

"Maria."

"I was married very young, Devil," she said softly. "My husband and I both enlisted in the military straight out of high school. He was two years older than me when we met -- twenty-one to my nineteen. I fell in love with him pretty quickly. After a long tour of duty in Iraq, we were both home for a brief period and that was when we married."

He said nothing.

"I loved my military career, in spite of the hardships that come with being a woman in uniform," she explained. "Yet, when I got pregannt, I stopped. I found good use of my skills in civilian work, and I had two beautiful babies. I had my regrets about giving up the military, sure, but those regrets flew out the window when I got to hold my babies in my arms. Frank was such a good father. He stayed enlisted, because it was truly waht he loved, and had several other tours of duty. He...he struggled, yes, but he worked through his struggles, because that's what good men and women do."

"I agree."

She looked to him, glaring at his words.

"Frank had PTSD. It happens to so many veterans of war that it's hardly worth speaking about. Frank was really struggling with his PTSD a year ago, although he tried not to let it show. Last year, my kids were doing amazing too. Lisa was blossoming into a bright little thing. She had just turned ten and had the most excitable personality. Frankie was seven, named after his father. He was a troublemaker and had his daddy's personality, but always tried his best at everything."

Daredevil stared her down, horror in his eyes.

"You can guess where this is going, can't you?" she asked. "My family was massacred almost a year ago. The family outing we'd planned for that day was so very important. Lisa and Frankie were happy kids, but struggling with mommy being so busy, and daddy being sick, having trouble focusing on them..."

Her voice caught and she forcibly steadied herself.

"The gunfire began and it was worse than any active warzone. I watched, helplessly, as a bullet ripped through the back of my baby boy's head. My husband ran for him, pulled him into his arms, but it was too late for my baby. He'd been shot in the face at close range, seconds after he was pulled safely into Daddy's arms Another bullet hit him and exploded the bone in his shoulder. That was what killed Frank."

She closed her eyes as the words came out of her, like they didn't even belong to a human being.

"Lisa was opened up in several places. She didn't even look human anymore. Then someone, one of those Irish bastards, saw her and fired six shots into her back. I heard and counted every one. Maybe he thought -- maybe he thought he was putting her out of her misery. She was gasping through her broken throat. She was still alive. So...maybe he was."

"My entire family was slaughtered, full of holes, and I managed to crouch backwards, holding my daughter's hand. The hand was one of the few parts of her still recognizable. Then a bullet caught me in the back of the skull."

Maria laughed, bitterly.

"They shot me too," she said. She then turned around, showing the Devil the spot. It was a deep scar at the back of her skull, a engraved bald patch in the middle of her short cropped blonde hair. The man looked, but Maria realized then that he was unseeing. Somehow he could see her, but he could not see. "My surviving was a miracle, considering the range. I was in a coma for some time, brain damage, but here I am."

She paused for a moment and then spoke again.

"I'll never regret a thing that I've done since they died," she assured him, eyes wide and angry. She wanted him to know that. "I'll never regret what I've done to those who truly deserve it."

The man, the devil, was crying.

"I'm sorry about all of the pain that you have endured Maria," he said softly. "There's nothing that will solve what was done to you, however. I'm so sorry. Killing people, though, will never solve your problems - fix what was done to you."

"It's no longer about me and my problems," Maria explained. "My husband and children are dead, and this isn't about them anymore. This is about giving evil men the deaths that they deserve. This is about tipping the scale in the right direction, even if slightly."

"Why do you get to decide who lives and who dies?" he asked. "Why do you have this control?"

"Nobody else was making those key choices," she said, harshly. "I'm doing something good with my pain. I'm taking action."

"Maria," he begged. "This isn't right. There are other ways to find justice and peace..."

"Like yours?" she asked. "Your way isn't working."

"Yes, like my way," the man yelled.

"Your methods will fail," she said, tenderly. All she wanted him to know was that his ways would ultimately fail. He was deluded, as most men were at times. He was unwise to the reality of how things would end. "I promise that they will."

"I'm doing good out there without killing," the man told her, looking up with desperation in blank, covered eyes.

Maria laughed at that.

"Tell me," she said. "What was your start?"

"What?" he asked, spitting out the word.

"Oh come on," she replied delicately. "Every single person who's ever done what you do has had a start - a reason for doing it. Was it personal? Did you lose someone close to you? Or did you see something horrible happen?"

"Both," he murmured, barely speaking the word. She hardly caught it.

"Both?"

"My father died when I was young," he told her. "He was killed by mobsters."

"Ah, one of those," she said, voice oddly serene. "You want to bring justice to the types of people who killed him, then."

"But that's not what sparked me..." he said honestly. "There was a child, a little girl."

In spite of himself, the Devil tells her all about a moment when he was a young man and heard a child being abused by her father. He speaks quietly about the choice that changed him, that made him a different person altogether.

Maria laughed.

"You know as soon as he got out of the hospital, he took his frustration out on the kid, probably the wife too."

It was a horrible, awful thing to say, but Maria could not help herself.

"What?"

"They don't stop unless you stop them for a good," she said coldly. "It sucks to say it, but it's true. Guys like that don't stay down until you put them down. You could have done that kid a lifelong favor and killed him, but you didn't."

He stared at her and she could see the fear in his face. He wondered if it was true. In his own way, he believed her.

"Stay out of my way, Devil," she said.

Leaving him bound, she left.

HNNNG I love this, how we can see how she and Frank would work together so well and how she's uniquely her own Punisher too.

Karen stared at Maria for the longest time. She was an interesting woman, Miss Karen Page. She had been dragged into the mess of the Nelson & Murdock law firm through unfortunate circumstances, and Maria felt that the woman had a greater darkness then the two men who were defending The Punisher.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Maria asked from her hospital bed. She stared at the girl, and then back to the stark white hospital wall. It was the most depressing place in the world, really.

"I found out about your family," she admitted, quiet. "I'm sorry, Maria."

Maria's head snapped forward.

"How?" she demanded, making the girl flinch.

"I did some investigating," Karen said softly. "I didn't mean to. I just wanted to find out more about you, and what you've been through. I needed to understand why you...do what you do."

Maria sat up in bed.

"Forget about whatever you learned," she demanded. "I want you to get rid of any preconcieved notion you have about me. It doesn't matter. It never mattered."

"But..."

"Please leave, Miss Page."

Later, Maria's consultation with Mr. Murdock made her question whether Karen page really was the one with the darkest secrets attached to her. There was something about the blind man that was uncomfortably familiar. Deep inside of her, she realized that something was strange, but she wasn't ready to confront what she already knew.

"We've been having issues with the jury selection," Murdock admitted.

"People aren't sure if I'm a killer or a hero," she laughed. "And it's very likely that women are the ones singing my praises, right?"

He didn't reply.

"Yeah, I get it," she admitted. "This trial isn't going to go well for you, Murdock. It's not going to go well for any of you. You would be doing the best to just step out. Nobody would blame you for that -- well, except maybe yourself."

"I Know what happened to you, Maria," he said, in a deep concerned tone that would be heartbreaking to most. Of course, Maria Castle had stopped having a heart years before. "I know what you've been through, and we are going to work at finding sympathy in our jury."

"Sympathy for what?" she asked.

"Sympathy for youe situation," he said, leaning close and staring at her with unseeing eyes. "You lost everyone important to you in one moment, after years of service in the military."

This enraged her.

"Don't you dare talk to me about PTSD," she snapped. "I served for a few years, went overseas and yeah, I saw some difficult things -- but I do not have PTSD."

"How do you know that you don't have PTSD?" Murdock asked, reaching over and touching her hand. Maria pulled herself away from him and stared. He was reckless, knowing exactly what she was capable of. He had seen the bodies, even if he physically couldn't 'see' the pictures, and yet here he was. "It's very possible that the deaths of your family..."

"I know that I don't have PTSD because my husband had PTSD," she said, quietly. Her eyes widened as two-and-two came together in her mind. Oh, she had to confront it now. "Yet, I told you all about my husband's pain before, didn't I?"

He froze. She could imagine that she heard his heartbeat. It thudded in his chest.

"I don't know what you're..."

This made Maria laugh.

"You know," she said, "that for a lawyer, you are a terrible liar. I know who you are and what you do. Don't worry about it, because I'm going to keep that a secret. But I don't want any lousy PTSD defense. I'm not traumatized. I'm dead."

He looked at her for a long moment with his unseeing eyes, and then he ran. Maria had to laugh at that. He ran away from her, like he had obviously done to so many things in his life. She didn't say anything, either. She just accepted it.

Maria Castle was convicted and sentenced, and Karen knew that was wrong. There was something about the trial that wasn't right, and it ate at her heart. She knew, for a fact, that Maria had thrown her own trial, but what was her ultimate goal.

"The ultimate goal was always vengeance," Karen whispered, thinking about the photograph that was burned into the back of her mind. That was who Maria was and what she survived for. "She wants her revenge, and she's going to get it."

Karen thought, for a moment, about what she would do. She could have been Maria had her life situation been different. Anyone could.

"I think I'd have done the same if I had the skill," she said aloud, to an empty room. The idea was heartbreaking, to say the least. Those closest to her -- Foggy, Matt -- they wouldn't go to the lengths Maria Castle did. Why did she feel any different?

Also, she knew that the story was far from over. She had seen the look on Maria's face as she'd been sentenced. She was never going to walk into that prison, and accept her fate.

It wasn't over.

Karen wasn't surprised when that assertion was proven true, two weeks after Castle's initial conviction and sentencing.

Karen couldn't help the tiny little thrill that hit when she realized that Maria had escaped. She hated herself for it, but she understood why she felt the way that she did. Maria was someone who was out there, doing good, and not giving the slightest care to the details. She didn't care about anything except getting revenge on the bastards who were out there to hurt people.

Karen wasn't quite sure she liked this revelation about herself. She was supposed to be one of the good guys. Castle was...not.

It took Karen a month to stop feeling conflicted about Maria Castle. She accepted, at that time, that the woman inspired strange feelings in her. It was nothing less, nothing more and none of her goddamned business.

Her thoughts about Maria had almost faded entirely in two more months time. They came crashing back, though, when Maria saved her from gunfire.

She pulled Karen out of the middle of the attack, looking at her with intense, dark eyes that had a fire behind them.

Karen couldn't speak for a moment, and when she could, the only words that she could think of were the simplest ones.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Don't thank me."

Then, she was gone.

Karen couldn't help the fact that Maria had completely and utterly captured her mind, her complete attention. It was a sickness, and she resented herself for feeling the way that she did.

-

"You're never going to get what you want," Matt said, as he sensed a distinctly female figure in the distance. Maria. "You have to know that, Maria. No matter how you fight, how much you struggle towards it, you're never going to get revenge."

"The simple truth of it, Matthew, is that I don't want revenge. Just like you don't want revenge for your father or any of the other fallen souls that you've met..."

Matt froze.

"Yeah," she muttered. "I know your little secret, Matthew. Don't worry about it. We may need each other at one point in our lives."

"You're The Punisher, Maria."

"So what? Yes, I am."

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Daredevil Prompt Post #11

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