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I furrow my brow. [color=black][b]"You're right. It wasn't part of the plan. And maybe you won't believe it, but I didn't shoot to kill. Those were my friends, and it's a damn shame things had to be this way, but I won't let [i]anyone[/i] get in the way of my mission. Not my friends, not criminals, and [i]certainly[/i] not some superpowered kid playing dress up."[/b][/color][/quote]

Shooting not to kill is still shooting. That's, like, the lamest defense this guy could have possibly come up with. "Sorry officer, I was only stabbing him to hurt him, not to kill him." "Sorry Mister Human Rights Investigator, we didn't mean to nuke a city with the population of a small country! We just wanted to give them a warning!"

This guy believes whatever he's doing is going to be the right decision. Literally the personality trait every movie villain has. "No really, I'm the good guy here!" Please. This guy is jumping through more mental hoops than an abused lion in the worst circus in the world, which is all of them, really.

[quote=@Simple Unicycle]I force out a humorless laugh at that. [color=black][b]"Turn myself in? When this is over, maybe."[/b][/color] 

[color=black][b]"... This is going to sound generic, but we're not so different, you and me. We both saw the crime and corruption around us, both probably had something important taken away from us because of it, and we wouldn't stand for it any longer. Difference is how we go about it; you still think criminals have a chance to redeem themselves, so you haul them in. I don't, so I put them down like the rabid dogs they are."[/b][/color]

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Oh my god he isn't seriously giving me the "We're not different" speech is he? Oh my god he is! This guy jumped straight off the screen! Next he'll be offering me his hand and saying he's my real father! That we can rule the galaxy as father and son! He'll be offering me bank bonds out of Yakatomi Plaza. This is insane. I found myself a real life super villain. Maybe I can ask him to be my nemesis. Spider-Woman and the Punisher, doomed to fight the battle of good vs evil for the rest of time.

Before I can respond to his ridiculousness, however, he takes off down the alley, making me roll my eyes yet again. The guy may be one hell of a fighter, but he's not gonna be able to outrun me for long. I swing after him, and it's clear he's got some destination in mind. I don't know if it's some sort of safe house or weapons stash, but I definitely shouldn't let him get there.

[color=ec008c][b]"Hey Punisher! I don't wanna brag but I do kinda have super-Oh crap!"[/b][/color] my eyes go wide as my spider sense explodes with a warning.

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Before I can react, the trash can lid Punisher had picked up flies through the webline I'm swinging on, sending me tumbling to the New York street. Shaking the cobwebs out of my head...heh...cobwebs...I look up to see Frank through his weight through the boarded up door of a derelict apartment building. Broken windows line the five story facade, and some creative graffiti says some very nasty things about cops. 

[color=ec008c][b]"What a charming place to have a fight,"[/b][/color] I mutter to myself as I swing through a gaping first floor window. The inside makes me shudder. I've never been known as a clean freak, but this place is the definition of gross. Moldy, damp matresses and blankets are strewn about the crumbled drywall. The lovely smell of mildew and stale urine filters up through my mask. Maybe Pete can make me some sort of filter for situations like this moving forward.

[color=0054a6]"Gwen."[/color] Speak of the devil. [color=0054a6]"You find him?"[/color]

[color=ec008c][b]"Yea, and we're now apparently going to fight in the Land of Hepatitis,"[/b][/color] I gag. [color=ec008c][b]"I'm gonna take the longest shower of my life after this. Remind me to get like 5 tetanus shots soon."[/b][/color]

[color=0054a6]"Will do."[/color]

I step through a hole in a wall, since the doorway of the old apartment I'm in had collapsed long ago. Considering all the creaking and cracking going on in this place, it's going to be difficult to hear Punisher coming. He's got training, so I'm sure he'll use that to his advantage. 

You always hear about how you should never corner a scared or desperate animal, but here I am tempting fate.

Suddenly, another warning sounds through my body, and I move just in time as Frank bursts through another wall brandishing a knife. He manages to give me a shallow gash across the thigh. A small amount of pain runs along my leg, and blood begins to trickle down my suit. He was aiming for a maiming slice, something that would allow him to get away. He really is smart, and I appreciate that he went for a leg and not my neck. But I still grab his arm as he passes me and toss him through the closest wall. The building groans in protest, and some drywall dust rains down on me.

[color=ec008c][b]"God I hope this place doesn't have asbestos,"[/b][/color] I mumble to myself before yelling at Punisher. [color=ec008c][b]"I swear to god if that knife wasn't yours and I get super AIDS from this place I am going to kill you, Castle!"[/b][/color]

I step through the wall I tossed him through, and find him still brandishing the blade, hunched over like a wild dog, [color=ec008c][b]"Give it up, Castle. You can't win this."[/b][/color]