<div class="floatleft">(http://media.gq.com/photos/585421bf8ba341a6292b90b6/3:2/w_880/0117-GQ-FEOS05-Jon-Bernthal-02.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character Name</strong>: Frank Castle (The Punisher)<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>:  (19:58 pm), April 19th 2017<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Josie's Bar, Hells Kitchen,  New York City<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black Baseball Cap, Black Canvas Jacket, Grey shirt, Jeans, Boots<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Captain America, Wolverine, Wasp, Rogue, Shadowcat, Black Knight, Deadpool, Meggan, Ruse<br/><strong>Warnings</strong>: None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Frank would watch as more entered, some of them were easily identified, whereas others were not quite that well known or maybe they always stayed in costume.  He would make note of anyone who brushed against or talked to another supposed hero as the greater the intelligence the better he could deal with them should he be forced.  There were a few glances towards him as he knew that he wasn't completely hidden but just more out of the way by the pool table.  No one approached him, which he would actually have no problem, most of the faces he saw were young, it seemed most of them were.  Was it a short shelf life or the naivety of youth?  They were here to celebrate the birthday of a ninety something year old superhero but he had spent a lot of that time asleep, would Captain still be the same if he were alive the entire time or would he compromise or have his spirit broken down?  If there was anyone who could ride out the wave of pessimism and blight the world can throw on someone it would be that man, not knowing he was parking his bike outside at that moment.<br/><br/>The red suited merch known as Deadpool moved quickly over to him, it would be him on high alert if it weren't for the fact this was his body language all the time, this was not an attack, at least not in the usual manner.  His dark brown eyes fixed on him as he would take a sideways step as he had to appreciate that the man wore his weaponry open and that meant any kind of hostile act was as loud as his red suit.  Speaking about guns and overcompensating was a jab that only brought a exhale air roughly from his nose with his lips pressing together more firmly.  "He might be onto something actually."  He said as he let the implication lie, deadpool never carried enough weapons to seem over the top and he knew that in the way he operated he always brought what was needed for the mission and a bit extra should priorities change, anyone who saw such metal devices as enhancements of their male anatomy might be a bit damaged.  Just as quickly as he came he would look back over the bar to finally catch sight of Rodgers.<br/><br/>The raised hand towards him got a tilt of his head in a subtle nod to him.  For the different ways they operated the man had his respect, whatever that meant was for each situation to judge but it got him here for now.  Watching him move to the bar as he practically dived into the throng of heroes and then would order a round for the bar.  He had not planned on drinking as he rarely did but he might at least sip from a beer slowly to not offend.  Others that looked his way would only get him looking back them if he noticed but little more for now, he was still pondering how long til he should leave.<br/><br/>