Frank once killed a man by compound fracturing his forearm and stabbing him through the eye with the protruding bone.

Frank actually doesn’t mind prison loaf. It’s a balanced meal and it’s far better than what he was forced to live on when he was detained in Abu Ghraib.

foxed-at-the-edges:

“Done.” He spoke low into his earpiece, ordering takeout for the both of them. “Give us twenty minutes for the food, and in the meantime, I can explain what’s going on.”

His lips thinned as he watched Frank’s face blank. He was losing Castle to the Punisher, and that was not good.

“The Directorate wants a man with your specific talents. We have several operations where our agents cannot behave within UN standards. This is where you come in. You would be on a contract by contract basis, and you would be paid half on contract acceptance, half on completion.”

He pulled out the chair on the opposite side of the table. He seated himself, meeting Frank’s eyes.

“I want to work with you, Castle, not chain you up. You have to help me help you, however. Have a seat, please. If I were going to hurt you, I’d have done so, not opened with my terms.”

“Where am I going first and who’s day am I going to ruin?” Frank said as he sat back down, his voice still flat and icy. “I assume I’ll be operating under plausible deniability. I guess that’s where the ‘limited supervision’ comes into play. Will I going in equipped or procuring on site?”

foxed-at-the-edges:

“Director Fury didn’t send me. I’m here on behalf of the Directorate. They have seen fit to offer you a position within our ranks, on a contract by contract basis. This comes complete with a wipe of your past indiscretions, such as that mess in Peru, as well as a steady paycheck for you to pursue your own ends.”

His eyes were cold as Frank stood.

“If they had properly restrained you, you and I would not be speaking. You would already be in the bottom of the Raft, under lock and key, and no one would question your whereabouts. You’ve made many people upset, Mister Castle. This is an attempt to allow you to remain free and under minimum supervision. If you like, however, you can attempt to walk out, and we can properly restrain you.”

He tossed down the packet. “These are our terms.

Frank flips through the packet, not really reading it. “Does your ‘Directorate’ think I’m stupid? After all the trouble SHIELD went through to make sure I was arrested and then transferred to the Triskelion, they want to let me go. You need something. What is it?” Frank’s tone was even, measured and flat. His face was devoid of emotion. Resistance training was kicking in. “Give me that and I’ll give you my terms. In the mean time, I’d like something to eat, real food. I’m tired of prison loaf.”

foxed-at-the-edges:

Frank Castle slouched in the chair, his eyes fixed on the glass. He was aware it was a one way mirror, apparently. Phil watched the man through the glass. He narrowed his eyes, but the order had come from people high enough that they could make his life miserable if he didn’t follow through. This man was a loose cannon, with a history of authority issues. No agent, not even Wade Wilson, would work with him.

He had other issues; his psych profile was all over the place, an obsession with vengeance and a need to end his problems violently made him dangerous. Phil shrugged his shoulders, feeling the holster strapped under his armpit pull against his dress shirt. He frowned, drumming his fingers against the file he held as he paged through it once more.

Phil was about to recruit this man into SHIELD. God help them all.

He opened the door, the file in his hand.

“Good evening, Mr. Castle. My name is Agent Phil Coulson. I’d like to have a word with you, if you’re amenable.”

“Coulson… Heard you were dead. I assume Fury sent you. He can’t come see me himself? What does he fuckin’ want now?” Castle glared at the unassuming man before him. “Just cut to the chase and make me an offer, so I can tell you shove it up your ass.” A small click is heard followed by the sound of handcuffs hitting the floor as Frank stands up and rubs his wrists. “You should teach your guards how to properly restrain someone.”

dont-call-me-barbara:

“I don’t have time to sit in a prison cell with my thumb up my ass. I don’t suppose know what I’m supposed to do?”

“Well I’m glad you finally decided you wanted out of that cell,” she looked around, “So I assume you are here to sign up? Are they taking you to the basement?”

“Basement,” Frank said, tersely. “I don’t think they’ll let me just ‘sign up.’”

“Probably not…” she said, admittedly. “Would you like me to escort you Mister Castle?”

Frank was starting to think he was purposely being kept in the dark. “Sure. As long as I get some goddamn answers from somebody.”

(Source: amancalledfrank)

dont-call-me-barbara:

amancalledfrank:

dont-call-me-barbara:

amancalledfrank:

dont-call-me-barbara:

Bobbi was standing in the lobby at SHIELD when Natasha walked through the door with a man whos face she knew well, The Punisher. When they walked by she nodded, “Mister Castle…”

Frank turns to the voice, “Agent Morse. I assume you had something to do with this. You look like you were waiting for me.”

“Not at all, sir, I’m just a little surprised to see you.” She commented, “I was informed you would sooner rot in hell before you would consider joining us, but maybe you spent a little time in hell and decided it was a waste?” She said with a lighthearted tone.

“I don’t have time to sit in a prison cell with my thumb up my ass. I don’t suppose know what I’m supposed to do?”

“Well I’m glad you finally decided you wanted out of that cell,” she looked around, “So I assume you are here to sign up? Are they taking you to the basement?”

“Basement,” Frank said, tersely. “I don’t think they’ll let me just ‘sign up.’”

dont-call-me-barbara:

amancalledfrank:

dont-call-me-barbara:

Bobbi was standing in the lobby at SHIELD when Natasha walked through the door with a man whos face she knew well, The Punisher. When they walked by she nodded, “Mister Castle…”

Frank turns to the voice, “Agent Morse. I assume you had something to do with this. You look like you were waiting for me.”

“Not at all, sir, I’m just a little surprised to see you.” She commented, “I was informed you would sooner rot in hell before you would consider joining us, but maybe you spent a little time in hell and decided it was a waste?” She said with a lighthearted tone.

“I don’t have time to sit in a prison cell with my thumb up my ass. I don’t suppose know what I’m supposed to do?”

dont-call-me-barbara:

Bobbi was standing in the lobby at SHIELD when Natasha walked through the door with a man whos face she knew well, The Punisher. When they walked by she nodded, “Mister Castle…”

Frank turns to the voice, “Agent Morse. I assume you had something to do with this. You look like you were waiting for me.”

(Source: amancalledfrank)

blackwidowscorner:

amancalledfrank:

blackwidowscorner:

Then he would came her on his own, trust me. He only would send his agents for doing that, when the world is almost crashing down or in real danger. But currently it is very peaceful. No, I am here because we have heard that something was wrong.

-A smile rose up on her lips- Unless you want to join us.

Frank sits in silent contemplation for a few moments. Every day I’m in this shithole is time wasted. Time the criminals have to get comfortable and retake the streets. I can always evade them later.“Where do I sign?”

There are no documents you have to sigh, not yet. But for first you have escort me to the S.H.I.E.L.D basement, just in case. Everything will be settled there mister Castle

“Lead the way. I’m ready for a change in scenery.” (ooc: Bobbi, I think this is a good point for you to jump in, if you still want to.)