actually, it’s all pretty rational.
like gardening. quite simple. you drop a mafioso or a mob hitman and typically they don’t recover the same way as they might from say, arresting a few foot soldiers.
someone is left for dead simply because it’s most convenient for them.
A family is orphaned, a spouse widowed, a life no longer gets to be experienced— no holidays, no hugs, no dreams. Dead.
Sad part is— you’d probably agree with me if it wasn’t in our backyard. Here. NYC.”
“They know you’re one of the few costumes I respect.”
He concluded rather simply, eyes narrowed and a shake of his head following afterwards.
“I’m going to do what I have to do. If it comes to that point? So be it.
It’s selective outrage. They’re not angry when +
Steve exhales...disappointed in the fact Frank can't see where he's going wrong.
But avoiding clashing with Castle is a good idea. Steve isn't in the best mindset right now.
"Don't do anything stupid. They'll send me to bring you in."
“I was special forces, Spider. I could be there without you ever knowing.”
He said bluntly to the wallcrawler.
“Just be careful, kid. Maggia’s aren’t to be played with.”
"Nothing that concerns 𝘆𝗼𝘂."
There's a visible edge to his tone, a lot closer to how he sounded when he was younger.
" ... Look. This is 𝗺𝘆 case, alright? I don't need you going guns blazing.
“I can respect the difference in opinion. If nothing else— because it’s you that has it.
I salute your service and work, Captain. If it means anything.
But let’s agree to disagree.”