Frank Castle + things you said on the phone at four am

a/n; this was super quick so it might kind of suck idk i haven’t written in like a million years lmao anyway @havokangel @kendrasauhders @donnaatroy enjoy my loves 

Your phone buzzes on your bedside table, the vibrations jolting you awake. Fumbling for it as you push yourself up from your pillows, you scrub a hand over your eyes, trying to wake up a little as you answer the phone. “Frank?” Your voice is rough with sleep and if it were anyone other than him, you’d be ignoring this call. But it’s him, and he only gets in touch when it’s important. “What’s going on? What’s-”

“You gotta leave the city,” he cuts you off brusquely. He sounds distracted and unfocused and somehow completely unlike himself as he says tightly “it’s not safe. You gotta leave. Grab your money, take your things and get out.”

Your mind is racing-stumbling over itself as you fight with the residual haze of sleep trying to process what he’s saying. “I-but why? Frank-what the fuck is going on?” A sharp crack rings out through the phone and you flinch. “What was that?”

His voice is tense and you can practically hear the way his brow is furrowing without having to see him. “Nothing. Look you just-it’s not safe. You gotta get out now, okay? Take-take Max with you. If you want. He’ll-he’ll look after you.” There’s another splintering burst of noise and the hairs on the back of your neck prickle because it sounds like gunfire.

“I-it-okay but-Frank, what’s happening. Are you-are you okay? Fucking-talk to me,” you plead, twisting the sheets between your fingers anxiously as you strain for any sound of him down the line.

His breathing comes down the line as ragged bursts of static and he grits out “M’fine. Just-look don’t worry about me. You just-you gotta fuckin go, got it? You gotta get outta here. Take the dog, take your shit just-you gotta leave. It’s not safe here.”

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest and you’ve never felt more awake as you clutch the phone like a lifeline. “But-what about you? Can’t-Frank, you’ve gotta come with me. I need you. I can’t-I need you.” The static of his sigh echoes through the small speaker and you know pleading won’t do you any good.

“Can’t come, darlin’. Busy here. Not safe for you with me around, anyway. You gotta leave the city, got it? Just-go through my place, take any shit you need and get out, okay? Get far away from here.”

There are tears stinging your eyes and sliding down your cheeks as you hear a few more gunshots in the background. You glance at the clock on the bedside table and four am is so not the right time for this but there’s nothing you can do to stop it. “No-no, Frank I can’t-I can’t go without you. You gotta come with me. I need you. I need you.”

“Darlin’, you gotta leave. Forget about me.” Your heart is cracking in your chest, loudly enough you’re sure he’ll hear it shatter through the call. “Just-please look after Max. He’ll look after you. You gotta go, okay?” There’s a moment of hesitation and his voice softens slightly and he says “take care of yourself.”

The line goes dead.