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Arguments and Fighting (but not each other, this time)

Summary:

The Punisher and Daredevil have a conversation while helping a couple of Avengers fight some criminals.

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Day 3: Rope
I almost went in a different direction but I thought this would be funnier.

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There were too many criminals. No, that wasn’t quite right. There were too many criminals still conscious listening to the Punisher’s argument with Daredevil. And maybe two too many Avengers as well.

“You said the chains were too loud.” Frank yanked the empty gun from the criminal’s hand as he kicked them in the chest, making them tumble over an unconscious person. He followed behind to stomp their face in. Not enough to kill. Red would never forgive him. Just another person knocked out.

Daredevil and Black Widow simultaneously flipped over a couple of guys and brought them down with their thighs. Frank was not distracted. Or rather, he wasn’t the only one distracted. His current opponent also stopped mid punch to stare at the two. Thankfully, the Winter Soldier seemed immune to the athletic display and shot the person Frank had been fighting in the leg.

”At least chains on bare skin don't pull at every hair.” Daredevil drove his knee into someone’s chest. “The way rope grips and doesn’t let go is fine with a layer of clothing for it to grab.”

Frank grunted as a fist hit him in the side. He kicked the woman’s legs out from under her. “Make up your mind!” Natasha had slid in beside him, nodding up. “You like to feel the rope burn days afterwards but you don’t want to deal with-” He hoisted the female spy to a higher position so she could chase after someone or something. Frank wasn’t really paying attention anymore. Mostly just working off muscle memory and instinct. “The rope itself.”

Daredevil flipped over someone trying to tackle him from behind. “Dammit, Frank.” He punched the next person in the throat then dropped an elbow between another’s shoulder blades. “That’s not what I’m saying.” He dipped under Bucky’s swing, allowing the technically oldest person in the room the chance to knock out another attacker who thought they would catch Daredevil distracted, and gave a mini salute before moving to the next target.

Why did the four of them enter the building knowing there were 57 guards between the door and whatever their objective was? Oh, that’s right. Daredevil wanted to go in quietly instead of letting the other three shoot up the place. Would have been faster, cleaner, and more efficient to just pick them off from afar. He hadn’t forgotten the reason they were here. There were just more important issues to deal with.

Frank couldn’t stop his eyes from seeking Daredevil out. Watching his Red take on three opponents at the same time with the grace of a ballerina and the force of a rocket propelled grenade exploding. He was a thing of beauty in a fight. And Frank deserved that kick to his face. Fuck, his nose was probably definitely broken with that one.

“Have the two of you tried a different brand of rope?” Bucky blocked a kick with his flesh arm. ”Or burned the frayed bits?” His metal hand effortlessly crushed the barrel of a gun at the same time.

”Nah. Altar Boy over there would complain about the smell of the burnt fibers.” Frank shifted his nose back and spit out the blood that had accumulated. “The silk sheets are about the only thing he doesn’t complain about.”

”I had those long before I had you, Frank.” He finally was close enough to pick up the baton he’d tossed earlier and proceeded to throw it to take out two more people. This time, it had a clear path back to him.

”Oh, I see.” Frank twisted the guy’s arm back until it popped. And then he kept applying pressure as he used him as a human shield. “If I bought new ones, you’d complain about them. So I just need to use the Muay Thai ropes to suspend you from the ceiling.“

Black Window dropped down brandishing a thumb drive. “Maybe he’s just being a brat so you’ll have to punish his behavior when you get home.”

Daredevil stammered and blushed. The three killers laughed.

“C’mon, boys. We got what we came for.”

”Wait.” Bucky pulled out a phone and sent a text. “Just needed to let someone know I won the bet. Now we can go.”

Daredevil grumbled as he led the way out of the building. Most of its previous occupants now unconscious or groaning.

”What was the bet?”

”If Daredevil’s fighting style is just an elaborate mating dance.” The Winter Soldier smirked at the Punisher whose mouth opened in shock.

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