daredevilkink | Daredevil Prompt Post #11

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"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.

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