The Punisher and Black Cat: SilkNSatan and Blackstone
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				Title: <strong>The Punisher and Black Cat: SilkNSatan and Blackstone</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 06:55:56</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/7/71/Felicia_Hardy_(Earth-616)_from_Amazing_Spider-Man_Vol_3_5_001.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140718233449)<br><br>The Black Cat came crashing down through the ceiling window of the *Last Cowboy* casino at two in the morning. Dressed in her new Badass costume Felicia Hardy was NOT in the mood to take prisoners tonight! She was pissed off and on a mission. She dropped below and landed like cat on a big poker table causing the six goons playing the late night game to jump up and reach for their guns. <br><br>A young woman who was serving them drinks and smokes screamed dropping her tray as the Cat made her entrance known. "Hello Boys!" Cat purred sexily as the drunked mob guys pulled their guns directly on her, but it was late and they were drunk, bloated and tired and Black Cat had LUCK on her side. She whipped off her silver chain which was around her slender waist and wipped them all in one go snapping their weapons out of their hands one by one in quick succession.<br><br>She then whipped each of the crooks roughly, lashing at their upper bodies and even faces, these guys were scum so Felicia had no qualms about inflicting pain on them, when they were all on the floor writhing in agony she slowly stood up on the table. She cleared her throat and offerd a cruel and almost sarcastic smirk at them. "Glad I have your attention. I want you to send a message to the Kingpin. Tell him his time ruling the City and getting what he wants is over." She hissed bitterly, Fisk had hung her out to dry recently when she was set up by Spider-Man (who claimed he wasn't himself when he did that). Fisk had told her he cared about her like a daughter and given he was apart of her actually fathers death he owed her a blood debt which he would never be done paying. <br><br>But he saw her getting taken off to Max as an excuse to severe all connections with her. Felicia was pissed, she was pissed off at the Spider and even more so at Kingpin. She placed her silver chain back around her ample waist and eyeballed them, one lunged forward at her but the Cat was quick and used her left hand to roughly scratch his face, drawing blood and causing the goon to fall back screaming in agony. She again felt nothing for him, she knew this particular goon, Derrick Von Sastery, was a two time cop killer and he shot his girlfriend dead too a few years back.<br>"Come at me again little boy and il rip youre balls off." She warned him in a dead serious tone. <br><br>"I MEAN it, the Kingpins days are done. He`s about to get a boatload of bad luck coming his way soon." Black Cat warned before she crouched down to use her legs to spring her up into the air. She then used her metal chain once more to toss up into the air, lock onto a nearby drainpipe near the smashed window and pull herself up, a couple of the goons were able to take shots at her but they were too dazed to get anyway near her. Once Felicia was on the roof the silver haired beauty wasted no time in running across the rooftop and diving off. <br><br>She then made her way to her new penthouse she had acquired recently to took in for the night. She slept with a smile on her face that night. <br>The next morning she got up, worked out in her living room, took a shower, had breakfast and headed out into the city, dressed in all black leather (naturally) her long white hair was down, make up Applied just so and she went to run her earneds. She even met up with Angelica aka Firestar for a coffee. Angelica made it known she was worried about Cat and was sorry she had been to prison for three months earlier in the year. Hardy brushed it off and told Angelica she was fine and she was never going to let it happen again. <br><br>When she left Angelica&nbsp; she went for a walk down Times Square and noticed a blue van was tailing her, least it seemed that way. Then she went to Greenwich Village to get some books and things and the same van was following her. had Fisk sent a clean up crew after her so soon after her *Message* to him. Felicia frowned and kept walking, she lost the van eventually but as she walked back home she found the fucker parked opposite her apartment. She marched over and banged on the side of the van with her free hand (the other was carrying shopping bags). <br>Felicia was taking no prisoners these days and was meeting he problems on more head on then ever before. "Come out and face me you son of a bitch." She angrily barked at whoever was in the van.<br><br>Whoever it was, the Black Cat could take them on. <br><br>(http://pre11.deviantart.net/60fc/th/pre/i/2012/019/9/9/black_cat_laura_vandervoort_by_melciah1791-d4mxvfo.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Punisher and Black Cat: SilkNSatan and Blackstone</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 21:26:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images-cdn.moviepilot.com/images/c_fill,h_521,w_345/t_mp_quality/xsvrc4gkuqc7icfcubhp/the-skull-is-on-check-out-the-punisher-and-elektra-s-new-costumes-in-daredevil-season-2-879863.jpg)</div> There was the loud creek of metal as the driver's side door opened slowly.&nbsp; Since Felicia was on the passenger side, she did not get a good look at who was exiting the van from her current vantage point.&nbsp; The man was tall, for the top of his head stood out slightly the top of the van as he stood up.&nbsp; Joining the sound of metal was the heavy rustle of clothing followed by body armor.&nbsp; Not a simple flack vest either from the sound of it.&nbsp; Next came the heavy tread of steel toed combat boots, and then the grinding noise of glass shards as they were crushed slowly beneath the the thick soles of boots meant to inflict damage if they ever connected on a kick, as well as protect the foot.&nbsp; The person took there time, a man by the size on him and the short cropped hair that was visible.&nbsp; <br><br>Felicia did not have to wait long as the man as he stepped in front of the van.&nbsp; The scent of cordite was strong and heavy in the air as he came into view, a tall, broad shouldered and powerfully muscled man in a long open trench coat that flared open slightly as he moved.&nbsp; Underneath the trench coat was the telltale sign of who the man was that was following Felicia.&nbsp; The military grade black body armor sported by military special forces had a white skull like visage on the front.&nbsp; &nbsp;The long tails of the coat were pushed back as the man had his hands on handles of Desert Eagle military grade handguns.&nbsp; Most men would need two hands to use the powerful hand gun with any sort of proficiency and accuracy.&nbsp; Not this man that stood before Felicia now.&nbsp; His hands were large, strong, the tendons and ligaments thick from years of training.&nbsp; They stood out like steel cables.&nbsp; That and the rumors of this man wielding two guns as such with marksmanship skill were the urban rumors on the street.&nbsp; <br><br>This was a man whose mere commanding and intimidating presence, the cold, hard stare of his near black eyes, like one was looking into an empty void.&nbsp; That cold stare was preferable though to when those eyes flared with the ebony fore of anger.&nbsp; There were a few people, a very limited number, that survived an encounter with this man when he had that black, lifeless stare about his piercing gaze.&nbsp; The man could count the number on one hand the number of his enemies that still lived when that gaze erupted into black, fiery rage.&nbsp; So it was perhaps to Felicia's benefit (a very small benefit) that the man before her that had made grown men piss and shit their pants at the very sight of him that it was that cold stare.&nbsp; That he was here at all spelled more than trouble for Felicia for the man had a very narrow scope on who and what he considered criminals, and all criminals had more than a valid reason to fear this man.<br><br>Frank Castle, the Punisher.<br><br>Frank stopped just at the front of the van.&nbsp; His hands were steady on the hilt of the twin Desert Eagles.&nbsp; The handguns were not standard issued and had been heavily modified, for the stand issue Desert Eagles were shiny steel in color.&nbsp; These ones were matte black.&nbsp; He was not like most men when they had their hands on their weapons.&nbsp; There was no shifting of his feet, no tapping of his trigger fingers on the holsters.&nbsp; No all there was before Felicia was a man that could had been a black pillar of marble for as much moved and stirred on his features and his body posture.&nbsp; That and that blank, cold, and emotionless gaze.&nbsp; They looked onto the emerald green of Felicia's eyes.&nbsp; They did not move from them, and perhaps for once it was a novel concept that a man was actually looking at her in the eyes than dropping his gaze and keeping them on her tits.&nbsp; <br><br>The man did not move for several long heartbeats, made no threatening gesture.&nbsp; He just stood there but that would had been more than enough for most street people.&nbsp; Frank Castle's presence was commanding as it was intimidating and even at this distance away it could be felt like a physical presence, a could touch on one's skin.&nbsp; While the streets were not busy, the few people that were there found reasons not to be, and in the same long moments that Frank Castle stood there was the time it took for the streets to clear.&nbsp; Once they were, only then did the man speak.&nbsp; His voice was as cold and hard as steel.&nbsp; He did not raise his voice, in fact it was not much above a whisper.&nbsp; Again Frank Castle was a man that when he spoke, people stopped what the hell they were doing and listened, thus he never really needed to raise his voice above a whisper.&nbsp; When he did, shit was about to hit the fan.<br><br><strong>"Get in.&nbsp; Not gonna to ask twice, and this is the only chance I give you."</strong>&nbsp; Frank then stood there and waited.&nbsp; It was not an ideal outcome, but better than him gunning Felicia down in the street were she was.&nbsp; He had done that to people in the past, so the rumors told, and even with her ability to turn things in her favor, the man was too close for those powers to make a damned bit of distance.&nbsp; She might not suffer a fatal wound if he fired and her luck was with her, and against him, but shot was still shot, and pain was still pain, and the man had the drop on Felicia at the moment no matter how skilled she was, for her hands were full of shopping bags at the moment and she was not in her costume.&nbsp; It left her with little options, with perhaps doing as he said being the best among them, at least on the surface.&nbsp; &nbsp;One thing was for certain, life was about to get very difficult indeed, one way or another, for the Black Cat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Punisher and Black Cat: SilkNSatan and Blackstone</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 00:59:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre11.deviantart.net/60fc/th/pre/i/2012/019/9/9/black_cat_laura_vandervoort_by_melciah1791-d4mxvfo.jpg)</div> <br><br>Felicia was not the kind of girl who scared all that easily, she was tough to the core but even she realised maybe she had bitten off more then she could chew when the guy got out of the van. He was coming from the drivers side and Felicia was on the passenger side, by the rustling sound as he approached her she figured he was wearing body armour, SHIT! The Black cat took a couple of steps back, she was getting ready to tussle even in board daylight. This was a big guy who was approaching her she could tell from his oncoming footsteps. <br><br>The driver stepped infront of the big van.&nbsp; He was impossibly tall and the smell of cordite was strong and filled her nostrils as she moved closer to him. Felicia was not scared as most rational thinking people would be. However that changed in moments when she saw the signature white skull on his chest, his coat of arms which was known all throughout the country. He was packing heat too, she knew this guy by reputation and what Spiderman had told her. Frank Castle, the Punisher, the man who the monster's feared. Sure Daredevil, Elektra, Wolverine all had their fair share of street cred but this guy was on a level that only the HULK could maybe match. Even then the Hulk had gone mushy in his old age and was now a card carrying Avenger.<br><br>The Punisher killed his enemies and anyone who crossed him. He looked at her with a blank stare which caused her to suddenly feel very out of control. His stare was blank, like nothing behind those dark eyes of his. He finally spoke and told her to get in the van and he wasn't going to ask twice. Felicia thought about running, for a second but she knew Frank would shoot her as soon as look at her. So the Black Cat hesitated and got into his van, getting in at the passenger side. Her heat was racing, Punisher didn't usually come after jewel thieves, not with all the paedophiles, rapists, murderers and gang bangers out there. What had she done to get on his radar? Seriously? Sure she maimed some guys over the years in self defence but that was hardly reason for the punisher to go after her. She waited for the large man to get in the van next to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Punisher and Black Cat: SilkNSatan and Blackstone</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 13:08:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images-cdn.moviepilot.com/images/c_fill,h_521,w_345/t_mp_quality/xsvrc4gkuqc7icfcubhp/the-skull-is-on-check-out-the-punisher-and-elektra-s-new-costumes-in-daredevil-season-2-879863.jpg)[/floatleft Frank grunted softly as he watched the Black Cat get in as he asked nicely.&nbsp; Well for Frank it was asking nicely.&nbsp; He did not shot out her kneecaps or pop two slugs into her shoulders to make moving her arms all but impossible.&nbsp; He had been known to do that when he was merely annoyed someone but he wanted information from them.&nbsp; He did not need information from the woman, but he did need her now since her actions had fucked up his operation, and Frank was not above using others to take the heat and fire for him when it aided him in his final goal, especially the so called "costumes" that went about thinking that they owned the city.&nbsp; That she was a woman did not mater to Frank.<br><br>He did notice that she was a woman.&nbsp; Though her other costume was far more appealing to the male eye as far as showing off the bitch's assets, what she was wearing also did not leave too much to the imagination either.&nbsp; Frank gave a shake of his head as he moved at the same slow pace back to the driver's side of his van.&nbsp; Tits and ass were the last thing Frank needed to think about.&nbsp; After this op maybe he could get his ashes hauled and get it out of his system.&nbsp; Frank was male after all and while he was all self discipline and control, there came times when Frank needed to release sexual tension and frustration that built up inside him, and it had been a while since that last happened, but there was a mission to focus on at this time.<br><br>Frank swung his large and powerful frame up into the van and into the driver's seat and slammed the door in one swift and deceptively graceful move.&nbsp; It was a reminder to Felicia that Castle was not all bulk, that he had deceptive speed behind him as well and that guns perhaps were not the only way he knew how to fight.&nbsp; The fact that there were two visible blades that by their handles hinted that they were SpecOp blades further put this home.&nbsp; Yes, Frank Castle was a dangerous and scary man, and his presence in the van seemed to dominate and intimidate the small enclosed space, an aura about him that was near tangible in nature that Felicis could feel brush over her as he settled into the driver's seat, started up the van, put it in gear and started to drive off.<br><br>The silence in the van was thick enough to cut a knife through it, and seemed to stretch on forever before Castle finally broke the silence.&nbsp; <strong>"Your little stunt cost me.&nbsp; I was tailing to of Fisks men that were at that casino you hit.&nbsp; Now they have gone to ground.&nbsp; They were the drivers of a shipment of arms, nasty high grade stuff.&nbsp; Fisk thinks he was supplying a gang to take out another that had ended up on his shit list.&nbsp; I know that the guns originally came from AIM and now are going to a Hydra cell.&nbsp; As much as I want to stay out of this international terrorist shit, those guns and that cell could kill a lot of people that don't deserve it.&nbsp; So I need your skills to get me a lead to where this cell is at.&nbsp; Again, I am not taking no for an answer, since this was your fuck up to start."</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Punisher and Black Cat: SilkNSatan and Blackstone</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 04:31:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre11.deviantart.net/60fc/th/pre/i/2012/019/9/9/black_cat_laura_vandervoort_by_melciah1791-d4mxvfo.jpg)</div> <br><br>Felicia jumped when Frank swung his large and powerful frame up into the van and SLAMMED the car door behind him. He was not subtle, not graceful, like a Bull in a China Shop. But he was fast and Ms Hardy did notice that, she knew he was VERY dangerous and gone toe to toe with foes with powers and skills greater then hers. He started to drive off and her heart continued pounding in her chest, but she was used to playing her chest. She knew if he wanted her dead she would be dead, his reputation was that of Urban legend. But WHY he wanted to speak to her at all was baffling to her. He was a large man built like a prize fighting boxer and she knew he was packing all kinds of heat on him and in this very van.<br><br>Eventually Castle spoke in that gruff voice of his <strong>"Your little stunt cost me.&nbsp; I was tailing to of Fisks men that were at that casino you hit.&nbsp; Now they have gone to ground.&nbsp; They were the drivers of a shipment of arms, nasty high grade stuff.&nbsp; Fisk thinks he was supplying a gang to take out another that had ended up on his shit list.&nbsp; I know that the guns originally came from AIM and now are going to a Hydra cell.&nbsp; As much as I want to stay out of this international terrorist shit, those guns and that cell could kill a lot of people that don't deserve it.&nbsp; So I need your skills to get me a lead to where this cell is at.&nbsp; Again, I am not taking no for an answer, since this was your fuck up to start." </strong> He braked at her with such venom in his tone. <br><br>Felicia had no idea Fisk was in that deep with Terriost cells, it always seemed that much beneath him. But these times were a changing. So AIM and Hydra were involved it went up as high as that? He needed her thief skills to find the Cell in question and its location. She sighed and rolled her eyes when he said he wasn't taking no for an answer. "Fine." Was all she said as she looked out the window as they drove through the city. "Il need my gear if you want me to perform my best. My costume, goggles, chain and claws....I don't just wear that stuff to make a fashion statement you know." She joked and saw a deadpan reaction, this man was as cold as the grave. <br><br>"And as for my *stunt* Sorry....didn't get the memo you were going after the fat man too." She said with a shrug. After awhile she finally plucked up the courage to ask him. "You gonna kill him?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Punisher and Black Cat: SilkNSatan and Blackstone</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 11:36:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images-cdn.moviepilot.com/images/c_fill,h_521,w_345/t_mp_quality/xsvrc4gkuqc7icfcubhp/the-skull-is-on-check-out-the-punisher-and-elektra-s-new-costumes-in-daredevil-season-2-879863.jpg)</div> At Felicia's response of needing her gear, Fran only grunted.&nbsp; He almost broke into her place and had her stuff waiting for her in the back of his "battle van" as some of his followers had called it, but that might had been playing the intimidation card a bit too think.&nbsp; Not to mention adding a layer of unknown risk.&nbsp; The woman was no rookie and would likely defend her den with all the means available.&nbsp; He heard a rumor once that Venom had beat the shit out of Felica at her place when the villain first appeared on the scene. After an incident like that, a person tends to beef up their home defenses so it does not happen again.&nbsp; <br><br>No, far more effective to drive to their place of residence and let the hint linger in the&nbsp; air that Frank knew where she lived, and if she did not play ball, he could reach out and touch her.&nbsp; Less risk that way, though there was some risk with it as it would be laying a challenge at her feet.&nbsp; She was not the type to let that slide away.&nbsp; If Frank laid it on too think, started to make Felica feel like she was cornered as that would make her unpredictable and dangerous, and Frank did not want that.&nbsp; No, he needed her help unfortunately, and he needed her compliant.&nbsp; So enough out there to let her know that if shit came down, there would be no prisoners, but not so much to make her fear that her life and safety were at immediate risk.<br><br>Her question threw him for a little.&nbsp; His grip tightened on the steering wheel, the leather of his gloves creaking from the force he was applying.&nbsp; He let loose a bit of a sigh and shook his head for a moment before he responded.&nbsp; <strong>"Not that simple.&nbsp; His organization is big, and he always seems to know when I am in town, and his security is smart, damned smart.&nbsp; He's never exposed for more than a few seconds, has his own security in place in places were one could get to him for those few seconds.&nbsp; Also while I am all for killing the fat son of a bitch, not sure if that would be an answer.&nbsp; All we would have is a gang war that will kill innocents in the crossfire.&nbsp; Kill more people per day than the fat man does now.&nbsp; No, I think the key to getting rid of Fisk and to stop anyone else from taking up the cause is to kill everyone at the bottom and work my way up, and rinse and repeat till the scum realize that working for any crime family is lousy job with low life expectancy."</strong><br><br>The van slowed down and Frank pulled into the closest open parking slot.&nbsp; Only in the movies does a person find a parking spot in front of the building they needed.&nbsp; &nbsp;In reality people were lucky to get within five blocks of where they needed to go.&nbsp; Frank was lucky to get within half a block.&nbsp; Frank's hands went to his jacket and zipped it up, and then took out a plain, black, nondescript ball cap. He had a job to do here and did not need any government agency fucking it up with facial recognition.&nbsp; It seemed cameras were every where in residence areas.&nbsp; It was not common knowledge that Frank was back in New York, but the Feds, and SHIELD, were damned smart and probably had it automated now for places frequented, and New York would be the top of the list.&nbsp; Frank jerked his head once he was ready.&nbsp; <strong>"Come on, lets go get your shit."</strong>
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