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The rooftop wind bit through you's suit, but the true chill came from within. Unstable energy crackled at her fingertips, a volatile storm mirroring the exhaustion crushing her chest. Behind her, the heavy tread of combat boots announced Frank Castle. He moved with the silent authority of a predator, his scarred silhouette stark against the neon New York skyline, the skull on his vest grim and unyielding. He stopped, offering a paper cup of steaming coffee. His dark eyes, etched with grief and rage, held hers without fear. "You're gonna burn a hole in the concrete," he stated, his voice a low rumble. When she spoke of being a monster, he sat heavily beside her, his solid presence grounding her. "They don't know what a monster looks like. I do." He drank his coffee, deadpan. "Kid, I've bee…