(A/N): Hey guys! Hope you all are doing good and staying safe! I know there is so much going on right now (understatement of the century) but please make sure you're taking care of yourselves both mentally and physically! I don't know if anyone's told you this recently but it is okay to take some time for yourself. It is okay to take a break and read light fluffy stories or watch mindless tv and not think about all the terrible things that are happening. It does not make you a bad person to ignore everything for a bit. You're allowed to prioritize yourself. In fact, I encourage you to do so because you're amazing and I'm guessing that you probably deserve a break.

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This chapter was just betaed by sailorxbloom because I got it to her late (again) but she managed to get it edited just in time because she's amazing and I am unworthy.

I'm going to be honest with you guys, I'm not sure I really love this chapter. There is some good stuff in there and it's definitely moving things along storywise and setting things up for the next chapter but... I don't know. I guess I'll just have to let you all be the judge of it.

This chapter has characters from Daredevil and The Punisher, along with reference to a quote by Friedrich Nietzsche- "Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you."

Thank you all for reading! Enjoy!


"I've got a bit of gossip for you," Hermione announced, sweeping into Malfoy's office.

He blinked up at her as she perched on the edge of his desk. "This is France," he stated blankly. "Why are you in France? Why are you in my office? I thought the goal was to try and never see one another again. What happened to our goal?"

Hermione smiled brightly at him. "That was our goal. I, however, am putting a pause on that because I need to speak with you."

"About what?"

"Did you hear about what happened at Hogwarts a week ago?"

"You mean the smash-and-grab at Dumbledore's tomb?" he sneered. "Yes, I'd heard. Everyone's heard. What kind of gossip is that?"

"Did you hear that I'm the number one suspect?" she asked.

His eyebrows rose in surprise. "That, I did not," Draco answered slowly. "What in the name of Merlin gave them that idea?"

Hermione snorted. "I expect my existence did the trick."

"That is ridiculous. Which isn't surprising given that this is the British Ministry we're talking about. But Potter's a much more likely culprit than you are, considering that business with Pettigrew's memorial."

"Memorial?" Hermione repeated, intrigued. "I haven't heard about that. What did he do?"

"Destroyed it, obviously," Draco told her. "Not too long after the Battle of Hogwarts. I heard that he got completely wasted and then demolished Pettigrew's tombstone and memorial in a fit of rage because he blamed him for everyone's deaths. Which, I suppose, isn't entirely wrong."

She fell silent for a moment. "I'm assuming he made some kind of deal in order to keep this out of the papers?"

Draco nodded. "Of course. Skeeter would have been the only one brave enough to write about something like that so soon after the Dark Lord's fall. I don't know the exact terms but, from what I was able to gather, Potter agreed to give Skeeter exclusive access as long as she didn't go after any stories he didn't want told."

"Well, it worked so well the last time he made a deal with her."

"You mean it worked so well the last time you made a deal with her. After all, you were the one in charge back then, were you not?"

"That wasn't a deal, Malfoy- that was blackmail. Two very different things. Regardless, I doubt Harry was the one who destroyed the tomb." Even after everything, Harry would never be able to shake off the amount of respect he had for the man he deemed as responsible for spiriting him away from the Dursley's. Never mind the fact that he was the one to toss Harry there in the first place.

Cocking an eyebrow, Draco asked, "Are you sure about that?"

"Harry would never disrespect Dumbledore like that."

"Yes, but the Dark Lord would." Hermione's obvious surprise caused him to laugh. "Come now, Granger, don't tell me you've never been concerned. The Dark Lord was inside Potter's head for years. Try as we might to pretend otherwise, that level of darkness isn't something that just disappeared without a trace once the Dark Lord was gone. Potter grew up with it- it shaped the very core of his being. That darkness slithered its way in to every part of him. And it changed him. There was a reason Dumbledore avoided him during our Fifth Year and it wasn't just because he was worried about Potter learning something and having that information funneled back to the Dark Lord. He managed to pretend otherwise during our Sixth Year because he was dying and it was 'for the greater good' but that fear never went away."

"How do you know about that?" she demanded. "And why are you telling me this?"

"Snape," he answered, as if it should have been obvious. "And I'm telling you this because you seem to be under the impression that Potter is simply a weak-willed fool who is unable to do anything for himself. And you're right. But everyone has a breaking point and when Potter snaps, it won't be like his teenage tantrums. He's been gazing into the abyss his entire life, Granger. And we all know who's been gazing back."


When Mia had requested that Jessica try and find any friends from Frank's past, she hadn't expected a man quite like Curtis Hoyle.

Hoyle was a former Navy corpsman who lost his leg while serving in Iraq. After being discharged, he returned to New York City and took a job as an insurance salesman and started a support group for U.S. veterans that took place twice a week at a local church. He was dedicated to helping as many people as he could, despite the many blows he himself had been dealt.

Jessica and JARVIS' combined research told the story of a man who had been through hell but hadn't let it break him. The story of a man still trying to bring some light to a world that had never seemed darker.

The story of a good man.

Mia almost changed her mind about meeting him. But this was for Frank. She was doing this to help Frank.

Keeping that thought in mind, Mia made her way over to St. John's Evangelical Lutheran Church Monday night. Making sure to time her arrival for 15 minutes after the end of the support group meeting, she waited for the last few individuals lingering outside the church doors to wander off before hurrying inside and down the stairs to the basement meeting room.

He was putting away several folding chairs when she spotted him from the doorway. "Mr. Hoyle?"

Curtis spun around and Mia realized that he hadn't heard her coming. "Sorry," she apologized, pushing aside her now-customary hood so that he could see her clearly. "I didn't mean to startle you."

Eyes widening at the sight of her, Curtis slowly relaxed. "It's alright. I just wasn't expecting anyone else to be down here. Can I help you with something?"

She walked further into the room. "Yes, I'm here to speak with you about a mutual friend of ours."

He grinned. "Damn, so the rumors are true."

"What rumors?" Mia asked sharply. How could he have known about Frank? Did Frank actually keep in touch with him? Or were there people aware of where Frank was and the fact that they were meeting?

Frowning at her reaction, Curtis slowly answered, "You and Billy? Word is that you two are dating now."

"Oh." That made sense. "Actually, I wanted to speak about a different friend- Frank Castle."

Curtis was good. He didn't visibly react at all, but Mia could tell that he was on edge again from the way his knees bent slightly and the almost imperceptible narrowing of his eyes. "You know Frank."

"We met a few weeks ago," she told him, moving to sit down on one of the chairs still left out and gesturing from him to do the same. "I was walking in Hell's Kitchen one evening and ran into a few troublesome individuals. Frank stepped in to assist me and then insisted on walking me home- he said that his 'old lady' would have his head if he'd let me go off by myself."

Sinking down into his own chair, Curtis continued to study her intently. "Yeah, that sounds like Frank."

Mia's lip twitched. "How long has it been since you last saw him?"

"A while." They sat in silence for a moment before he finally asked, "Why are you here?"

"Because I want to help Frank," she answered slowly. "But I don't... I've found myself in a situation where I don't know what to. I don't know how to help him, and I'm scared that I might do something that will only make the situation worse for him and he doesn't deserve that."

"So why come to me? Why not Billy?"

"Because Frank doesn't want me to tell Billy about him. But he never said anything about speaking with you."

Curtis hummed. "How'd you even find me? If Frank doesn't want you talking to Billy, then I doubt he offered up the names of any of his other friends."

"I hired a PI," Mia stated bluntly. "She's been looking into Frank's background in order to find out who's targeting him."

"Targeting him?" Curtis repeated, showing concern for the first time. "I thought what happened to his family was just an accident- wrong place, wrong time kind of deal."

"Are you referring the official story about the drive-by shooting? Or are you referring to the massacre in Central Park that the D.A.'s office is desperately trying to cover up?"

Eyes flashing, Curtis demanded, "What cover up? What the hell happened to Frank's family?"

Mia told him everything. What happened in the park that day, how and why Reyes covered it up, what Jessica had managed to find.

"We believe that what happened to Frank and his family wasn't a coincidence. We believe the meet was planned for that time and place specifically because that's where the Castle family would be and anyone who knew their routine would know that. They were all supposed to die- Frank should, technically, be dead."

"He was shot?" Curtis asked quietly.

"In the head. Execution style. He somehow managed to survive but now Reyes is trying her best to have him killed so that he can't ruin her precious career." Even after realizing that someone was deliberating targeting Frank, Mia couldn't get past her bitter hatred towards Reyes. Only a monster would believe that their career was more important than the lives of five people- more valuable than a little boy and girl who hadn't even had the chance to live yet. Mia was going to make sure that Frank was able to avenge his family, but she was still going to burn Reyes and everything she held dear to the ground.

Curtis sat quietly for a moment, elbows on his knees and head hanging downwards. "Why are you here?" he asked again. "Why come to me?"

Tears started to well in Mia's eyes and she desperately tried to blink them back. "I don't know what to do," she admitted, voice breaking a bit. "I don't know what I should tell Frank. We don't know why they were targeted or who was targeting them. If I go to Frank now and tell him everything before we know that, I'm scared that he's going to do something reckless; I don't think he'll be able to live with the guilt. But what if I wait to tell him, and that just makes it worse? What if he feels like I betrayed him? I don't want to hurt him, and I don't... I don't want to lose him. I care."

His head snapped up and studied her with a piercing gaze not all that different from Frank's. "You really do care." It wasn't a question because Curtis could clearly see it in her eyes.

When she'd first walked in, Curtis hadn't known what to expect from her. She was Mia Stark- America's darling. The Golden Girl. The girl who threw herself into charities and non-profit organizations dedicated to helping those who needed it the most.

Before now, he hadn't given much thought about what kind of the person the other Stark would be. Tony was known for being an obnoxious, loud, self-obsessed asshole. If he had thought about it, Curtis probably would have assumed that his sister was similar and was just playing nice right now in order to win the public's approval. Staring at the girl sitting in front of him now though, Curtis knew that that wasn't the case here.

He spent his days working with insurance, but Curtis spent his nights helping veterans. And the look in Mia Stark's eyes right now? It was the same look he'd seen in the people who came to his meetings. The look of someone who had been through hell and was stilling trying to figure out how to claw their way out of it. It was the last look he would have ever expected to see in the eyes of someone like Mia.

She'd first appeared before the world not long after Curtis had gotten back from Afghanistan, so he hadn't exactly cared too much about her story. All he could really remember hearing was that Mia Stark had been hidden from the public eye all those years in order to ensure she could grow up as safe and normal as possible. But looking at her now, Curtis had to wonder what else there was to that story. How did Mia Stark have the eyes of a soldier? And why?

Regardless of all that though, it was clear that she really did want to help Frank. Maybe she had a hidden agenda- Curtis' didn't think she did but better safe than sorry- right now, however, Mia was his best bet of being able to help his friend. Because if someone really was trying to come after Frank, then they were going to have to get through him.

Curtis might have been discharged from the military, but he still lived by the code- they leave no man behind.

"If I help you, then I'm with you all the way," he warned. "I'm not just going to give you information and then sit back and do nothing. Frank's my brother- if someone is after him, if someone targeted him and his family, then I'm going with you to find the son-of-a-bitch who ordered the hit and kill him and every piece of shit helping him."

Mia smiled faintly. "I wouldn't expect anything less." Her smile disappeared. "You can't tell Billy. I'll… whatever you think is best to do about Frank, I'll go along with. But he doesn't want Billy to know and I'm going to respect that."

"Pretty sure he didn't want me to know either," he snorted. "But, if that's what he wants, then that's what we do. God knows that the very least Frank deserves is people respecting his boundaries."

"He has the right to say no," Mia agreed, but the fierceness in her tone made Curtis feel like she wasn't just talking about Frank anymore.

"That he does. In the meantime, I personally think that you shouldn't tell Frank about any of this. If he finds out about this before we're able to figure out what's going on and why, he's sure to do something stupid."

She nodded in agreement, feeling relieved to finally have someone else making a decision. "That seems reasonable to me. We can all keep trying to gather information and then we'll go to Frank once we've done as much as we can."

"Is your PI still looking into it?" Curtis asked.

"She is. While I do have the ability to find out quite a bit of information on my own, Jessica's able to go places I am not. She's also able to move about with more anonymity than I am." Since Mia could easily disguise herself when needed, the problem lay more in lack of free time than ability. She was slowly venturing back into the life she'd led before and her work kept her busy most days and evenings.

Curtis nodded. "So, do you think this is personal? Or is it something to do with Frank's work in the military?"

"Military," she immediately answered. Mia had given it some thought and come to the conclusion that Frank's Marine Corp's history was likely where the answers they searched for lay. "I'm doing my own research, but it would be helpful to speak with someone who was actually there with him. They might have a better idea of who might want Frank dead than any official records I can get my hands on."

Curtis sighed. "I get what you're saying, but the person who was closest to Frank out there was Billy."

Biting her lip, Mia asked, "Is there any way you can ask him about what was going on over there before Frank came home? Without making him suspicious?"

"No," he answered honestly. "I see Billy pretty regularly, but we don't talk all that much about what went on over there after I left. We're supposed to meet up later this week though, so I'll try to get something out of him."

"Good luck. I barely know Billy, but even I can see that he's not the most open of people."

"And I barely know you, but I can already tell that you're not an open book yourself," Curtis retorted. "Which is a fine by me- the most interesting people rarely are."


"Tony," Mia called as she strode into the kitchen. "Is 'indigent' a politically correct term?"

Glancing up from his tablet, Tony stared at her in horror. "… I don't know. Why would you ask me that instead of Pepper? Always ask Pepper first. That's the rule."

Pepper moved to pour Mia a cup of coffee. "Why are you asking?"

"I heard Reyes use the term and I couldn't tell," Mia explained, padding over to standing next to Pepper and accepting the mug with a grateful smile.

"What's the context?" she questioned.

"She was speaking with a defense attorney and told him, 'If, God willing, your firm doesn't collapse under the weight of the chickens and the fruit baskets you've been collecting from your indigent clientele, there will come a time when you need to ask a favor from the District Attorney's office. And depending on how this situation is resolved, that favor will either be forthcoming or permanently withheld'. I know what the word means but am unsure of how appropriate her usage of it is."

"That woman sounds just delightful," Tony commented dryly. "She must be a pleasure to be around."

"It's Samantha Reyes."

"Oh, that cockroach," he grimaced. "She's the kind of person that is so terrible that, when she does inevitably die alone, no one will find the body until it's fully decomposed because that's how long it'll take for anyone to notice she's not around."

"Wow," Pepper whistled. "That's a level of harshness I wasn't expecting."

"I like it," Mia decided, grinning at her brother. "Your wit is one of the reasons why you're my favorite."

"If I was really your favorite, you'd stop stealing my shit," he retorted.

Mia laughed. "The moment I stop stealing your things is the moment you should be afraid." Turning back to Pepper, Mia prompted, "So, is Reyes being truly heinous or attempting to be condescending?"

Pepper sighed. "It's not the worst word she could have used but it's definitely not kind so I'm going to say she was being a bit of both."

"That's what I assumed but it's nice to have confirmation."

"What'd the guy do when she said that to him?" Tony asked.

"He called the State's Attorney office and reminded her that local D.A.'s have no authority over witness protection agreements so it would be best for him to just go through them directly, despite the fact that he was sure they would be just as 'douchey' as Reyes because at least they could follow through with their threats." Mia was thankful to have that moment on camera because Reye's expression had been priceless.

Tony immediately turned to Pepper. "I want him."

"You don't even know his name," Pepper responded with a sigh.

"Oh, come on!" Tony whined. "You can't tell me that you wouldn't love to have whoever that guy is on our legal team based on that alone!"

"I can't," she agreed. "But at least I have the good sense to wait to say that until I've learned his name and had JARVIS run a background check."

"His name is Franklin Nelson," Mia interjected. "His firm is called Nelson & Murdock. He goes by the name Foggy."

Pepper glanced over at her. "Isn't that the firm that worked on the Fisk case? They were all over the news when that went down."

"Yes," she grumbled. "Though I only had the… pleasure, of working with Mr. Murdock."

Frowning, Tony asked, "Something wrong with Murdock?"

Mia just shrugged. "Nothing that I can try and explain out-loud without sounding like a truly terrible person."

"Hello! You're talking to me!" her brother reminded her. "No matter what you say, I can guarantee I've said worse."

Silently acknowledging that Tony probably wasn't wrong, Mia slowly asked, "Have you ever met someone with a disability and had the thought that it wasn't as bad as they pretended it to be?"

Tony and Pepper both gapped at her. "Isn't Murdock the blind one?" Pepper finally spluttered. "Isn't that what they were saying in all the papers and on the news?"

"You think a blind guy is faking it?!" Tony added.

Mia raised her hands. "I know how it sounds! But I just can't help the feeling that there's something… off about him. When I briefly met with him, he fumbled to even find his water glass- which I know is not all the odd. Yet, two minutes later, we were walking down the hall and he managed to move out of the way in order to avoid colliding with an older gentleman who was just turning the corner. And not coincidentally moved; he dodged! He dodged out of the way of the man even though he supposedly couldn't see him! I didn't even see the man coming and I'm not blind! And then, 30 seconds later, he moved out of the way of a door that had swung open but then tripped over a briefcase moments later that wasn't even in his way! It's as though he forgot that he was supposed to be blind and wanted to quickly remind us of it before we started asking questions."

"Okay. That's fucking weird," Tony agreed. "Proof or it didn't happen though."

"Ask JARVIS for the security footage."

"You watched the footage for yourself, didn't you?" Pepper asked.

"I thought I was going insane," Mia admitted. "No one else seemed to notice anything off."

Tony snorted. "That's 'cause everyone else is dumb."

Pepper ignored him. "Do you think Murdock isn't who he says he is? Is he just using being blind as a cover?"

"I have no idea," Mia shrugged. "It's been months though, and I've found nothing suspicious. His job and accounts seem to be above board and the few times I've followed him haven't given me anything. He's just a blind person who's good at avoiding unexpected obstructions but pretends like he isn't."

"Maybe that's all there is to it?" the other woman offered, though it was clear that she didn't actually believe that herself.

"He looks like a guy who can actually see but is pretending to be blind," Tony announced abruptly, having pulled up the security footage from the courthouse from the Fisk trial. "I mean what the fuck is this? He's blind, and I've got the medical records to prove it, but it's like he can see."

"I'm not crazy," Mia softly told herself.

"Or you and Sir are both sharing a delusion," JARVIS offered, having been the only being to have heard her comment.

Tilting her head back, she asked, "Why don't you love me?"

"Because Sir has forbidden it," the AI answered solemnly.

Mia shook her head sadly, pointedly ignoring the way Pepper's shoulders were shaking with repressed mirth. "Tony's jealousy has always been his tragic flaw. We can't allow him to come between us though, JARVIS."

"Stop trying to steal my AI!"


Frank's attitude towards Mia had shifted ever-so-slightly once they'd actually gotten the chance to sit down and clear the air in regards to his knowledge of magic and her experiences with it. Not everything, because Mia wasn't willing to bare all her scars to him and Frank didn't need to know. But he had learned enough.

Now, instead of watching her with a sort of exasperated acceptance, Mia could see hints of protectiveness appearing in his behavior. The description of her childhood had set him on edge to begin with but understanding that it took place in the magical world seemed to only upset Frank further. He wasn't too familiar with magic, but seemingly knew enough to understand how destructive it could be and how easy it was to destroy a person with a simple spell in a way that a normal person couldn't manage.

It was when she had explained to him why her parents- the Grangers, not Loki and Carol- hadn't been able to help her more simply because they had no say in the Wizarding World, that Frank finally seemed to snap. He didn't say anything out loud, but Mia could see it in his eyes; he had come to some sort of a decision and Mia could only hope that it wasn't a reckless one.

Slipping quietly into the apartment, Mia knelt down to greet an ecstatic Max. "I've missed you," she informed him, gently scratching behind his ears. "How have you been? Has Frank been taking good care of you? Has he been taking care of himself?"

Frank snorted. "You could just ask me yourself."

"I could, but you're more likely to lie."

Mia was already getting a rush of images and impressions from Max- the gentleness of Frank's hand brushing over his fur, how rough his voice was as he made sure Max was comfortable, and how happy Max was to be somewhere safe and warm. She was pleased to see just how attached Max and Frank seemed to have become in such a short time.

"There something you need?" Frank asked.

She straightened up and finally looked over to see Frank sitting at his desk fiddling with some kind of radio. "I see you were able to find the scanner you needed." When he continued to sit in silence, Mia sighed. "You didn't need to go to the trouble of finding it yourself- I told you that I'd get you what you needed."

He shrugged. "Easy enough to find it myself."

"Of course. And did you find it before or after you beat a pawnshop owner to death with a baseball bat?" That finally got Frank to look at her and Mia smirked. "I've been keeping an eye on the news."

"Scumbag was running a child porn ring," he spat. "Got what he deserved."

Walking over to him, Mia perched herself on top of one of the many weapons cases littering the room. "I never said he didn't. The police did make a note of that fact in their case reports and, from what I can tell, the detectives in charge of the case aren't as concerned as they might have been at finding the killer."

Frank gave a huff of amusement. "Yeah, 'cause I was real concerned about that."

It would be nice if you were. "I've been keeping an eye on Grotto," Mia started. "He's made a deal with Reyes in exchange for her support with a witness protection agreement. Officially, Reyes wants to use him in order to catch a dealer named Edgar Brass, but it's rather obvious that the person she's really trying to catch is you. If Brass is even anywhere in the area tonight, I'll be genuinely surprised."

"Gonna use Grotto as bait to lure me out," Frank snorted. "Well, guess I shouldn't disappoint."

She sighed. "I was worried you would choose to go that route."

"There another option?"

"Yes. Ignore Grotto. Or, if you really can't do that, then just take him out from a distance instead of whatever nonsensical, up-close-and-personal plan you've just now decided to implement."

Frank gave a huff of laughter. "Yeah, but my plan involves killing two birds with one stone."

"If only two people die tonight, I'll be truly surprised," Mia responded dryly. "And a little disappointed."

"Anything else I should know about?"

"Not that I'm aware of." She glanced over again at his radio setup. "Though, if there is, I'm sure you'll hear about it at around the same time I do, if not sooner. If nothing else, hopefully this little set-up will at least show us just how much authority Reyes does have within the police department. A DA shouldn't be allowed to head operations like these, so I want to know just how Reyes has managed to get so many people to bend over for her."

"Yeah?" Frank glanced over at her. "Does the reason really matter?"

"No," Mia stated, a hard gleam appearing in her eyes. "I just hate not knowing. Besides, how are we going to properly punish people if we don't fully understand their crimes?"


"You've put me in a very uncomfortable position, you know," Loki told Mia, sinking down onto the couch next to her.

Mia had her head leaned back onto the top of the couch, eyes closed. "I have no idea what you mean."

Loki studied his daughter, taking in the dark skin under her eyes and the chaos in her aura. "I speak of what you left with Barnes."

Her eyes snapped open and she turned to look at her father, gaze wary. "… would it help if I reminded you that what I did was not technically Dark Magic, nor did it actually cause any irreparable harm to my soul?"

"It would not. You tore out a bit of your soul, Mia! You know how dangerous such magic is, yet you did it anyway." Loki shook his head in disappointment. "I thought I had taught you better than that."

She flinched. "That is a gross exaggeration of what I did! I did not tear apart my soul- I did not create a Horcrux! I merely left an echo of my powers and my essence within Bucky so that, when he wakes up, I'll be able to find him quickly."

"You have no idea what the consequences-"

"Do not condescend to me!" Mia snapped, standing up and looking down at her father with hands on her hips. "I am not a child. I am also not a low-level learner of magic. I knew exactly what I was doing and what the results of doing so will be. I didn't leave Bucky with any of magic or with my powers from Mum. All he has are my rapid healing capabilities and my inherent mental-shields."

Loki also stood, looming over Mia. "You also left him with some of your memories! If he were to say anything upon his awakening, all of your plans would be ruined. Why take such a risk when you would absolutely be assured victory otherwise?"

Mia inhaled sharply, looking away. After a long moment, she reminded him, "I promised that I wouldn't leave him alone. I promised. Even though our minds may no longer be linked, at least he'll remember me when he wakes up. He'll know who I am and that I am coming for him. It was the best I could do. Bucky deserves more, but it's all I have to give. And I don't care how many difficulties my actions may cause me in the future- my choices are my own and I won't let you or anyone else shame me for my decisions."


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