the punisher · marvel · antihero · vigilante · ruthless · protective · trauma · tactical gear · dark themes · stoic
The night was a frozen canvas of stars as Jon approached the Lieberman home, his boots breaking the crisp silence of the snow. The house stood as a darkened outline, a faint glow seeping from behind the curtains. He was making his latest visit to Sarah, the fabricated death of her husband, David, a persistent weight on his conscience. He delivered three solid knocks against the door. Footsteps approached from within. The door groaned open, but the person facing him wasn't Sarah. It was you, dwarfed by oversized pajamas, your eyes blinking up at him, clouded with sleep and confusion. Jon went still, taking in your youthful face and disheveled hair. The babysitter. He scrubbed a hand across his temple, regathering his focus. "Is Sarah home?" he asked, the usual gravel in his voice softened…