Punisher

Standing in shock at seeing THE Punisher, I didn't block the right hook that Punisher threw at me. It was only due to my armor and enhanced durability and strength that I didn't get knocked over.

Catching his follow up left jab, I toss him back to the ground.

"So you are the Infamous Frank Castle huh? Not what I was expecting." I say as I watch him get back up.

"What were you expecting? A demon from hell or something?" he replies as he tries Throwing a few punches at me.

Ducking and dodging, I can tell he has had training, though considering he is an ex-Seal, I should have expected it.

"No, I was just expecting you to be taller." I quipped. "You do realize that when you burst in there, guns blazing that you could have severely harmed some of the civilians in there?"

Dodging another kick, I try to spin around him only to get slammed in the chest and getting knocked back, I realize I am outclassed. I may be stronger and faster, but he is more skilled in combat. He is no thug; he was trained to take down anybody as quickly and efficiently as possible.

The only reason I am not on my ass with him holding a gun over me is due to my armor giving me an edge.

If I get out of this then I will definitely focus on training a bit more.

"If they were smart, they would have gotten out of the way." He simply said as he tried to follow up with a kick to my ribs while I was down.

Catching his foot, I twist it causing a very loud crack to be heard.

Shockingly, he barely made a sound at the pain in his now broken ankle. He simply rolled backwards to grab one of his guns that I had stupidly let him keep.

Tossing a Razorbat, I knock the pistol he had grabbed out of his hand and charged forward, grabbing him by the shirt, I toss him to the ground on his back.

"Oomph.."

"Look, you may think you are helping Castle, but you are just part of the problem. What if one of your bullets hit one of the girls? Then what? A father would have lost a daughter, a someone would have lost a sister, a daughter may have lost a mother. And who would have been the one to do that Castle?" I ask as I walk towards him. "You would be no better that the Idiots that killed your family. Is that what your family would have wanted? I don't give a damn that you go kill Murderers or Rapists. Go punish your heart out, but when you start harming civilians because they are in your way? There is a line you need to stop at Castle… and you almost walked right past it."

As soon as I mentioned his family, he froze up.

"How do you know about them?"

"I know a lot of things, I know your name is Frank Castle but you go by the Punisher when wearing that fancy little costume. I know some group of idiots killed your family because they were in the way. I know you will do anything to completely destroy crime, and personally? I don't blame you."

When I said all that, he seemed to simply deflate. Apparently my words were actually getting to him.

"Now, We can either work together or we can keep fighting until one of us gets a lucky shot. I already broke your ankle, I really don't want to have to do anything more to you."

"Fuck you." Is all he says as he gets to a sitting position.

"Can I at least bring you somewhere, a secret base maybe? I doubt you want to go to a hospital."

He simply ignores me.

"Fine, Have fun getting down from here with a broken ankle jackass." I say as I hop on my Glider.

As I fly off, I have a bad feeling that we will meet again.

/

Landing my glider on the balcony of my building, I bring it inside and set it on its stand before taking off my armor.

I would have been trying to find out more about the kidnappings, but a certain gun wielding maniac kind of botched up any chance of that happening.

Setting at my desk, I pull up the various cameras in the building. Harry has recently been going missing for hours at a time after school, and while I don't want to intrude, I would prefer to know so I can keep him safe. He may be a Comic book character, but he is my brother.

Pulling up the camera of his room, I watch him… Is he sewing?

Looking closer, I can see him making what looks like a costume. A vigilante costume.

You have got to be kidding me.

From what I can tell, his costume is rather simple in its design, Black leather jacket, jeans, Green shirt with what looked like pads sewn in for protection and a half face mask that covers his mouth and nose while a pair of green tinted goggles cover his eyes.

No way am I letting him get away with this.

Getting up, I turn off the live feed and walk to his room.

Knocking on the door to his room, I hear a bunch of shuffling and scrambling before he opened the door looking really stressed.

"Umm… Hi?"

"Hey Harry, do you mind if I come in?" I ask him as I slide into his room anyway.

"Umm… sure, I guess." He says as he nervously glances at his closet.

Bingo.

"So, We haven't talked in a while, how've you been?" I ask as I sit on his bed.

"Oh, I'm good… how are you?" he nervously asks. Wow, he is a horrible secret keeper.

"I'm good, are you ok? You keep looking at your closet. Is there something in there you don't want me to see?" I ask as I act like I am getting up from my seat.

"NO!" He yells as he nearly jumps in front of the closet.

"OK…? If it's that Superhero costume you are making, don't worry. I already know about it." I say, smirking at his shocked face.

"WHAT!?" he yells at me. "HOW!?"

"Bernard." I simply say. It may be a lie, but I doubt he would appreciate a camera in his bedroom.

"Bern- Seriously!?" He yells. Again.

"Yeah, Bernard told me. Claims that after school you take about an hour or two longer than you used to get back home."

He just sighs as he collapses on his bed.

"Are you going to stop me from going out and being a superhero?" he asks, head in his hands.

"Yep. Sorry Harry, but being a hero is too dangerous. You would have to deal with psychos with guns, crazy Super powered villains, and so much more. Why not let people like the Goblin or Spider-Man deal with it?"

"Because I have to! Dad died because a Supervillain killed him, if I can train and become a hero, I can help others and stop other people from going through what we did Alex."

You have to admit, his heart is in the right place.

"I'm sorry Harry, but it is too dangerous. What if someone gets a lucky shot? What if some idiot with a gun shoots you? I would never be able to forgive myself for letting you go out and get killed."

"But Alex, I can help people. Pete's uncle died because of some mugger, our dad died because of some Psycho. I need to do this!"

"No Harry, I can't let you do this. It is too dangerous. Besides, Spider-Man and Goblin already got this."

"What if they can't? What if they miss someone? They can't be everywhere! I need to help, Please let me!"

"No Harry, that is final." I said, damn he is stubborn.

"No, it isn't, I will do this, I have to help people. If I don't who will?"

"I don't know, Maybe people with training and better tech?"

"I can get better! You can help me!"

"Harry, I said no!" I yelled.

He suddenly stopped and looked at me in shock. I almost never yell at him, I hated yelling at him…

"Look… Harry…" I say as I collapse on his bed. "I know you want to help, and that is admirable, but you can't. You're sixteen, you don't have any fighting skills, you have next to no tech, and you can't even throw a proper punch! Any thug on the street could kick your ass faster than you could blink. I get you want to help, but please… Don't."

"… Fine."

"Thank you… You can make the costume, I can even help you if you want, but no superheroing… I couldn't forgive myself if you got killed doing it."

Walking out of his room, I sigh in exhaustion.

If I know him though, he will still do it, so I need to track him and find out where he is going after school.

But that can wait till morning.

Maybe I should just turn in for the night…

As I get ready for bed though, I look at the TV and see a familiar sight of Iron Man in the Middle East fighting members of the Ten Rings.

Looks like things are moving smoothly… Ish.