<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, Ghost Rider, Wolverine, Wasp, Rogue, Shadowcat, Black Knight, Deadpool, Meggan, Ruse, Hyperion, Spiderman, Antman<br/><strong>Warnings</strong>: None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As he grabbed his beer from the bar as he had just wrapped his fingers around it's cool surface as Rodgers began to speak.  His words seemed to freeze the bar as everyone listened and he was no different as he had been curious why they were all present.  It started like any other kind of speech at a birthday celebration but it changed as he would have guessed but the proposition was not full expected, not with all those present.  This included him as he listened to the stories of the supposed successes of the Avengers and then Captain's glory days in his military unit.  The first question to hit the floor was asking if this team would be akin to X force, a team he knew a little about but was able to pick up from context what the redhead meant by it.  Listening still, pondering if this was the reason he had been released or was it just a favor by someone at SHIELD and this was somehow trying to put him to good use, it was too coincidental in his mind.<br/><br/>Another sip was taken from the beer as he knew one beer would hardly hamper him as he tasted the cold liquid snake down his throat and find it's way into his stomach.  It was something that seemed familiar but distant to memories from a long time ago.  His dark brown eyes would look towards Rodgers as others decided to come in and make their presence known but he didn't pay them any mind.  He had grown accustomed to the antics of the supposed heroes, they carried such drama and footlockers full of emotionally laden words into the things they did, it's why the constantly missed their mark.  The glare from Clint Barton was the period on the end of that thought as he regarded the archer but didn't flinch from the look he was given.  The wake he created no doubt would lead many to ponder what to do with such awkwardness but Frank felt none.<br/><br/>"And what are the Rules of Engagement for this unity squad, Captain?"  He knew that Rodgers was a military man so he wasn't just asking him when this unit would attack but to what degree, what threat, the degree of force they would use.  "With threats like you just named using the least amount of force necessary to subdue or worse moving until contact is a good way for those that can die to end up that way."  It wasn't unexpected from him and while there might be honor in being asked to do such a thing there was also the reality that he wasn't going to be using rubber bullets and stun guns in any fight unless he was taking prisoners he needed information from.