“And who would do a better job?” She grins. Oh, yeah, definitely drunk. Karen laughs quietly, staying close to Frank and breathing in his scent. The only time gunpowder is ever comforting is when it comes with Frank Castle. She buries her nose in his apparel.

Karen can suddenly feel Frank’s emotions and her eyebrows wrinkle as they hit her like a brick wall. He has so many complicated feelings bouncing around in his heart at any given time, but what she feels most intensely is what he’s feeling now. Some thing occurs to her and she twists her face up in thought even further.

“You know that I love you, don’t you, Frank?” It has never hit her that she might be feeling things that aren’t so secret. Sure, Frank has known that she’s wanted to be with him for a while now, but has he known hhow deep it goes? Has he known all this time?