Marvel Universe 69 - Open to all

Marvel: Universe 69 - Open to all

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My bios:

Name: Frank Castle
Alas: The Punisher
Personality: Usually dark, serious, and focused.
Age: 35
History: Once a man of the US Military, Frank Castle is now a vigilante on the streets of New York City. He became The Punisher after his family was killed in front of him in a mob shooting. He is often distant from others, but deep inside he does care about anybody who is an innocent.

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Name: Bobby Drake
Alas: Iceman
Personality: Outgoing, joker, ladiesman, and fun-loving.
Age: 19
History: Bobby Drake discovered his powers at the age of 13. Since then he moved to the Xavier Institute for Gifted Children to learn on how to control his powers. Over the next 6 years he has become one of the x-men's core members.
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RP!

Punisher

The cool fall breeze struck against the bare skin of Frank's face as he moved amongst the busy new York streets. He was dressed all in black, including a flowing trench coat (which he used as a means to cover up the weapons he was carrying on him). Some people looked in his direction, but with a small glare they looked away again. He was risky to be walking around in broad daylight, but it had to be done. The kill last night had taken far too long. Had left him on the other side of the city. He had to get back to his safehouse, get his things, and move out again.

A young woman would bump into his side. He stopped and looked at her for a moment. "S-sorry... I-I-I didn't mean it." He blinked before looking away. "It's fine." He took a step forwards to walk away, but when he did a knife would fall out of his trench coat and onto the sidewalk. To make matters worse, it was one of the knives that he had to put to use last night; it was rather red with stained blood. The woman spotted it and screamed as she backed away. Frank was left standing there as the other people around him stepped back and looked to see what was going on. Yup in the distance he could see a cop heading towards him... Great, things couldn't get any worse, right?

((Sounds fun Will set up one for now. Prefer Punisher personally))

My Bio:

Jasleena Monroe

Shield "Super Agent" (Not public Knowledge)
Nickname: Actress

Classification Mutant

Weapons Specialist

Mutant powers: Physical (Herself) visual and mental Manipulator

The current team Leader of the Shield Super agents, Leena is fiercely loyal to Fury and he in turn is loyal and almost fatherly to her. She is a very secretive person all that is known really about her is that she was raised under the watchful eye of SHIELD from infancy. Her Primary caregivers being Fury, Duggan, and Contessa. She was trained by the prior Super Agents Knockabout Ivory Psy~Borg and Violence. She and Psy~Borg were inseperable.

Rumor fly about her parents... the raven hair and almond eyes some suspect Psylocke, Her reclusive nature leads some to think of MoonKnight as her father... seem to be the favored suspects though there are others. Wolverine's name has been brought up as well but no one knows... or IF Fury does it is a secret he intends to take to his grave.
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Jas watched what was happening to Frank and sighed. Spotting the cop as well she quickly began screaming about someone stealing her purse. She did not look like Frank would know but she knew he would hopefully realize it was her. None the less it got the Cop's attention and those gathered around him distracted as well, having forgotten him and running towards the "helpless young woman" to comfort and console her.

While all the people were distracted she winked to Frank and kept the act up to give him time to get away.

((Awesome! Glad to have you join ^_^. might make an ooc thrend if this gets big enough to store bios))
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Punisher

He wouldn't have to worry about the cop for long as a woman screamed out for help. He looked in the direction of the screaming to see what the situation was like and what he spotted made him raise a brow; Jasleena Monroe. Not many knew who she was, but he did. She was a member of SHIELD and he had dealt with her a couple of times in the past... His line of "vigilante" work often crossed the same road as that of the law.

Seeing her wink, he stared back at her, giving a very small nod of the head. He wasn't one to give a smile very often. He reached down and picked up the knife. Stuffing it away, he made quick haste to flee from the scene while the people were distracted. Ducking into an alleyway, Frank was pretty sure he had escaped the view of any civilians for now. Pressing his back against the side of a building, hiding out of view of the street, he let out a small breath. He would wait a few minutes and then, when he knew it was safe, head back out onto the streets again.

In waiting he would have the time to think. That was a close call. He reached into his coat and looked at the knife. He had been too careless, a mistake he could not afford. If the cop had gotten close, then he might have needed to use force to deal with the issue... Causing harm to an innocent man doing his job wasn't something he was trilled to do. Putting the knife away, he closed his eyes. He let out another breath and folded his arms over his chest. "Expecting a thank you?" He said in a low voice... He was pretty sure he had heard footsteps. In regards to what had just happened, he was confident that said footsteps belonged to Jasleena.

Distraction turned to people searching as she slipped off unseen. Keeping an eye on the very out of place Frank.

Hearing him speak she turned the corner and smirked.

A thank you from you... No I never do. So whats up this is not your best time of day normally?

Her own arms crossed as she looked him in the eyes. For a split second remembering seeing a flash long ago in them of almost fear when her actions had made her reckless on an assignment. The vice grip of his hands around her arms and that look no matter how fleeting would always be burned into her mind. Something maybe he did not even know was there. His raging about her being reckless and insane in her rage.

It seems a tad... Ohh whats the word... Reckless of you?

Her well toned yet ample form so slender and lithe she was in no way the fragile flower she appeared to be. SO many have underestimated her much to their own fatal error.

Her arms crossing as well across her chest beneath her breasts awaiting an answer.

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He opened his eyes as she spoke. Her words seeming to be a means of taunting him. "It was a long night. One in which I would very much like to put behind me." He looked at her. She didn't appear to be carrying any weapons, but then again she was a super if his memory served him right. Though she had helped him moments ago, he didn't trust her. After all, he wasn't exactly on SHIELD's Christmas card list. He remembered her being quite loyal and if Fury gave the order... Well, he might be spending the night in The Raft.

He moved himself away from the wall slightly; enough so that he was no longer leaning on it. "Reckless? Maybe. Though you shouldn't be one to give lectures on that." His eyes looked out in the direction of the street. He had to keep going. He had to get back to his safe house. His eyes turned back towards you. "So what are you going to do? You've just aided a wanted criminal in escaping" He placed a bit of emphases on that last part. He never considered himself a criminal at all, but many argued that his methods were not the least bit heroic.

After all the times we have worked together you think I care what they would do. Fury knows better than to question my decisions and quite frankly. You are one of the few who has worked with us that I can remotely tolerate. We are more alike then you think. But for now you need to get back to your place and I will run interference as needed.

She lifted a brow at him watching him carefully.

And yeah I know I am the last person to talk to anyone about being reckless.

She actually laughed a little not something she really ever did. She was a soldier "programmed hard cold and callous" But loyal to those that aid her, and Frank had aided her before.

SO lets get going.

A snap into business mode not that she had left it but no more fun in her abilities for now. Get this ally to safety and go on about her day.

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If he wasn't so exausted, he might have laughed slightly at that. Not only did she pretty much make herself out to be higher then her superiors, but she also mentioned how he was one of the few that she could tolerate. SHIELD must have been pairing her up with the likes of Deadpool or even the webhead for her to say something like that. "Heh. Fine then." He wasn't going to make any complaints. If anything the help back would be a good thing. If he needed it anyway.

He moved away from the wall. He approached her and stood just to her right. His eyes looked out into the street. "My place is only three blocks from here. Old brown colored apartment building. Third floor. The exact address is..." He went on to give the exact street address of the building. If Jas looked at him closely while he was talking she might be able to notice a bit of a blood stain just below his neck. It was pretty much hidden by his shirt, but a little bit was creeping out. It was hard to tell if it was his own blood or not. "Let's move." Frank took the lead, walking casually back out into the street. Though he walked at an average speed, he didn't do anything to waste any time.

She watched him move closer to her and turned to get going. She found Stark too arrogant and others to naively noble or holier than thou. Frank however was more like her... realistic... "innocents" sometimes made themselves unfortunate collateral damage. Neither of them liked having to allow harm to come to innocent bystanders but some times there was no way around it... fact of life.

Know just where it is lefts go.

She walked along with him her appearance having changed a little so no one would recognize her ans having had her purse stolen. Very "direct" steps her mindset being all business she kept pace with him her hands in her pockets as they walked.

((bah, so tired... if anything here doesn't make sense or is spelled wrong, I apologise.))
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As they neared the building, Frank would look over his shoulder at Jas for a moment. "Heh, and here I thought I was the serious one." That look of 'all business' in her eyes was quite amusing. Maybe she was somewhat annoyed at doing this? If she was, it was her own fault. He hadn't asked her to do this for him; it was all her own choice. Still he was kind of glad she had. Made bthings easier for him if things went wrong.

They reached the building in no time at all. Frank walked up the few steps and placed his hand on the door. Could have left things like this, but he figured he owed her something for the help. Though he also knew in the back of his mind that he might have to leave this safehouse for good now... As much as a help she was, she was still SHIELD. He didn't need them to know any place he could escape to. He looked back at her, "Come on up and have a drink if you want. I owe you that much at least." As he opened the door and walked in, he would leave it open for her.

As he made his way up the few flights of stairs to his floor, he started to think on the other things he needed to do. Tonight had provided more information on several other illegal drugs and weapon deals going down. It was going to be a busy week. He would unlock the door to his apartment and walk inside. If Jas had decided to follow he would leave it open for her (if she had decided to leave, he would close it right behind him).

The place was pretty much void of anything. A wooden table with a single chair were located in the kitchen (along with a kitchen sink, refrigerator, and stove). On the table was a much of papers, maps, and folders (most of which contained information on criminals and their locations). The living room, which was pretty much a part of the kitchen, contained a pretty bad looking couch with a small 16" TV proped up on a few wooden boards. The bedroom contained a bed with a few sheets on it and a single pillow. The bathroom contained the usual sink, stand up shower, and a tiolet (the only thing missing was an actual door for the bathroom. Over all, it wasn't very good living quarters, but good enough for what Castle needed to get by.

She actually smirked at the confession of owing her anything. A drink... what the heck she had done her good deed for the day. Following him up the stairs she glanced around reminded her of the quarters on the base only you didn't have to share bathroom facilities here with the rest of the floor.

A drink would be alright I guess

She leaned back against a wall eyes closed for a moment as she rolled her head around popping her neck a little her hair falling down over her shoulder and one eye before leaning her head back against the wall opening her eyes. She was relaxing some from her business/ High alert state and almost seemed to smile a little.

So whats your latest project that it brought about this little daylight stroll? And don't worry I have no interest in telling Fury anything because to tell him I know any of this means I have to tell him what I am working on and thats NOT gonna happen.

When she mentioned that she was working son something her dark eyes turned to cold jagged steel. Her tone shifted slightly to beyond a soldier beyond her training Almost animalistic... predatory. Just as quickly that changed as she smiled to him.

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As she went to lean against the wall, Frank moved towards the couch. Taking off his trench coat he would toss it on the couch. The inside of the coat was filled with blades, a couple of small firarms, and extra ammo. On his back was strapped a machine gun and a shotgun. He removed them and put them down was well. On the side of his jeans were a couple of grenades. He would carefully put them down.

Once done he moved towards the kitchen sink. Opening up the cupboard above it, he would pull out a couple of glasses and a half bottle of whiskey. He didn't bother asking if it was fine; it was all he had to offer anyway. He poured out two glasses and placed them on the kitchen table. Just to the side of the many papers. As she asked what he was working on, he eye her for a second. He really didn't like to talk about what he was doing all that often. Though he guessed he could trust her enough... Hmm, more so he was curious on what she had meant by 'working on something'.

"The usual. Got some information last week that Tombstone was working on some kind of deal. Something in regards to a type of super soldier serum. Went there to check it out last night. Wasn't exactly prepaired for the amount of men he had with him." Frank looked over at his trenchcoat, many of the blades on the inside were bloody. "The normal ones were easy enough to deal with. Tombstone managed to get away after a fist fight. Real problem rested in the serum itself. The Russian that was supplying it took a batch. Turned him into a beast. Something akin to a harry Hulk. Resulted in me having to use pretty much all my ammo... Then resort to meele weapons."

Frank would take his glass and down the whiskey in one go. He turned back to the couch and proceeded to take off his shirt, and then his bulletproof vest underneith. Despite the protection it would give, his upper body was still in pretty bad condtion. Brused, a bit bloody. He turned around to look at her again. "And what kind of trouble are you getting yourself into now? Nothing that results in me saving your ass again, is it?"

Pushing off the wall she moved to get the shot of whiskey. She preferred whiskey to be honest. Downing the shot she smirked till she heard that a Russian was involved.

I guess you are safe enough to talk to about it... not like you would run to Nick. We have evidence that one of the Strucker family is back. Well I have evidence and 4 dead Russians with blood work that would make steriods look like sugar water... for starters. Beyond that they were elite soldiers who were "on loan" to a German contingent body guarding a mystery package and its carrier that was all found wiped out in a defunct SHIELD base where the LMDs were stored.

She sighed and sat down watching him.

The Senator now claims that even though HE blocked our destroying the base LMDs and the tech to make them Its our fault if they show up in the General pop or in the wrong hands. So with all that I run interception to make sure that NONE of this crosses Nicks desk Or Duggans all while trying to gain the past info I need on those involved without raising suspisions.

Sighing she hoped that she was right and that he would not go straight to Nick. with what she had told him. Though she did leave out the run in she has had with Andreas Strucker and his sister.

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He crossed his arms over his chest as she started to explain her own situation. All in all, it seemed really bad. The Strucker family was nothing but bad news. If she was dealing with them then it meant that things were only going to get worse before they got better. He let out a small breath and uncrossed his arms. He moved to pour himself out another glass of whiskey. "You've got good intensions on what to do, but we both know there's one major problem." Frank would drink down the glass of whiskey quickly. "Fury knows things. To keep a secret from him is like trying to go an hour with Spider-Man and not have him spout out a wisecrack."

Frank would use his right hand to rub his left shoulder. His body felt tense right now. He stared at Jas in the eyes. She was confident in what she said, but even she had to know that. Fury most likely knew the whole situation by now and what she had done to try and cover things up. He let out a small breath before turning to look towards his trechcoat. His mind going over what she had said again. Blood work that would make steroids look like sugar water... In four Russians none the less... Could the Russian he fought last night have any connections to that? It was unlikely, but at the same time it was enough to perk his curiosty. "I won't say anything, but on one condition. You allow me to help you."

She sighed already regretting telling him but now all she could do was agree.

He is more than likely stuck dealing with the senator but that could lead to him figuring out things but by that time I am hoping to have Andreas and that whack job sister of his 6 feet under... once and for all because we both know where one of those rats surfaces the other one is there too hiding somewhere.

Walking over she motioned towards his shoulder.

If you are going to help me you are of no use to me all stiff and tense and half your normal self. Sit down

Smirking she moved to the couch moving his trench and anything else out of the way.

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He nodded slightly to her as she spoke about Fury and the Struckers. Getting both of them, along with the rest of their family, dead would be something he would very much like to do as well. She motioned to his shoulder before telling him to sit down. He raised a brow as she walked past with a smirk on her face. "Been taking massage leasons? Or is this a hidden talent that you never spoke about?" He moved over to the couch. His eyes looking towards his stuff that she had cleared off. He really needed to put that away later. But for now...

Frank would take a seat down on the couch. He turned slightly so that she could have access to his back and to sit down as well. He closed his eyes and sighed for a moment; not exactly sure how comfortable he was with this... Though his back was hurting and this was bound to be a whole lot better for his body and health then some pain medication. "Go right ahead and do whatever."

*She smirked and sitting cross legged on the couch she reached to his shoulder and slowly tracking her hand along the muscles to determine where the most work was needed first she began to knead the muscles on the back of his shoulder moving slowly inward towards the neck and spine. Focusing there for several moments she moved to place her hand in a "peace sign" over his spine one finger on either side of the spine and began applying medium pressure and gliding her fingers down his spine reaching muscles deep within the back that rarely are loosened or even considered except for medically trained massage therapists. after several minutes of that she moved her hands back to his shoulders and began to massage there again.

When you tend to be in the field nearly alone its good to know what to do to help you keep going on. Including sewing your own wounds shut without anesthesia.

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Oh that felt good... That felt really good. When she moved her hand down his spine, he even let a small "mmm" escape from his mouth. Yeah, it proved to be a good decision to allow her to do this. When she spoke, he would give a very small nod. "Know exactly what you mean." Going to an actual doctor was usually a big no for him. He had to rely on providing himself medical treatment most of the time; broken bones, cuts, etc were all things he had treated himself for at one point or another. His eyes opened and he glanced down slightly at his chest... He really had forgotten about the blood that was on him.

"Should have taken a shower before this... Havn't gotten any blood on your hands have you?" Of course he couldn't see if he had gotten cut open on any part of his back. He figured he had gotten shot a few times in the back as well, enough to draw some blood like what had happened on the front part of his body. He turned his head slightly to look back at her out of the corner of his eye.

She had not even noticed but there was blood on his back she shrugged.

No worries I will go get a towel? Where are they?

She didn't mind at all the sight of blood or death in her life it went with the job. She continued to massage his back and shoulders while they talked until. he told her where the towels were.

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Oh good god he was feeling better the more she continued on. You really don't know how bad of shape your body is in before somebody starts to make it feel good again. He heard her question, but he didn't answer right away. He was lost in a bit of a trance at the moment. After a few seconds he would finally give her a response. "In the bathroom. Only a few in the corner." He turned his head slightly to look straight ahead again. As she got up and went for the towels, a few thoughts ran through his mind. For him, these were not normal thoughts... Why was he even thinking about these things? His focus should remain on his targets. On his war. When she entered the bathroom, he would get to his feet, "Screw it."

He moved swiftly, but quietly towards the bathroom. He stood briefly in the doorway as he watched her bend down to pick up the towels. As she stood back to her feet, he would move in close to her back and wrap his arms around her. Not sense Maria had he felt this kind of feeling. He hugged her close to his own body and moved his mouth towards her neck. Acting only on instinct of his body now, Frank would start to kiss her neck.

She went to get a towel. After finding one that would hopefully be clean enough she stood back up only to feel herself being grabbed from behind. Instinct started to take over as her form tensed ready to begin combat... but then what happened she was unprepared for. The feel of someone kissing her neck she tensed a little more for a moment.

Not... a type... of... th...thanks that I...

She relaxed into the affection her eyes fell closed as the towel fell from her hand. Her slender form softening against his chest as one hand abesntly reaches up to gently twine fingers in his hair.

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He moved his right arm away from her body for a moment; however, his left would tighten around her waist to keep her close to him. To reply to her words, he simply continued to kiss her neck more deeply. The thought and reasoning of the normal Frank Castle was gone for now. His focus was simply pouring into one action alone: causing Jas pleasure. Frank would place his right hand onto her body right above his left arm. He moved it up slowly before cupping her left breast and squeezing it.

As he felt her and continued to kiss her, Frank would start to move his feet as well. He would guide the two of them the short distance into the stand up & walk in shower. Frank would remove his hand briefly from her breast to fiddle with the shower taps to turn on the water. It would be cold (ice cold) at first, but slowly start to warm up.

A faint whimper at him caressing her breast through her clothes and then moving with him to the shower almost absently till the ice cold water hit her. A sharp gasp at the unexpected cold. Her hand never once leaving his hair and cheek her head leaning further to the side as he kissed her neck.

Ah...

She started to speak but no words were there just the pleasure of what was happening. Mind in violent swirls of pleasure and confusion. Her eyes close as she smiles softly her form still curling against his as the water warms up.

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The water poured out of the shower and onto their bodies. The cold water at first had sent chills throughout his own, but his focus remained souly on her body. Through the fabric of her clothes, he would feel her nipples hardening. The water would start to wash away the blood on his body, leaving behind only the scars of many fights. In the back of his mind were thoughts to stop this... Thoughts that this was wrong... Thoughts that he should not be acting like this. All of those thoughts fell on deaf ears as he remained focused souly on those at the front of his mind.

His hands moved to grip the now wet fabric of her shirt. He simply wished to rip it from her body, but instead would start to pull it upwards and off of her. Once removed he tossed it aside and out of the shower, his hands would grab her and turn her around so that they faced each other eye to eye. For a moment he stared at her, his right hand moved up to brush aside her drenched dark hair. Before she could attempt to say a word, Frank would push her to the wall of the shower. Forcing his own body against hers. His lips would meet her own as he begain to kiss her deeply.

Moving her arms so that her top would slip from her she then found herself eye to eye with him and then the cool of the tile wall at her back and the warmth of his body and the water at her chest her eyes opened staring into his before once more he was kissing her. Her lips surrendering into the kiss as she reaches her hands to cup and caress his face. fingers slithering through his hair as they kissed.

The briefest moment of her assignment touched her mind but was quickly ignored as one hand slipped down to rest on his chest.

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Frank held his hands firmly on her hips as he continued to kiss her. As he kissed her, he could feel her hand being placed against his skin; it felt rather good. He would start to move his hands slowly up her body and eventually moved them to the back of her bra. With one quick movement he unhooked it and proceeded to take it off of her body. Once the piece of underware was tossed aside, Frank moved his hands to the front of her body. He would cup a breast with each hand and start to squeeze. While all of this was happening, his manhood was growing ever more hard.