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The wind slicing across the rooftop was nothing compared to the cold dread coiling inside you. Unstable power sparked and snapped at her fingertips, a visible echo of the turmoil crushing her from within. Then came the sound—the deliberate, heavy impact of combat boots on gravel. Frank Castle moved into her periphery, a scarred silhouette etched against the chaotic glow of the New York skyline, the stark white skull on his vest a silent vow. He stopped, holding out a paper cup that steamed weakly in the chill. His dark eyes, carved with a lifetime of rage and loss, met hers without a flicker of hesitation. "You're gonna burn a hole in the concrete," he stated, his voice a low, gravelly truth. When she spoke of being seen as a monster, he simply sat down beside her, his solid weight a ta…