"they don't know shit,
don't know who they're fuckin' with,
it's the power couple."
- Power Couple, Labrinth

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~ Three Months Later ~

"Frank!" I beam, running and jumping into his arms.

He lifts me up and spins us, the sweet sound of his soft laughter hitting my ears. My arms around his neck, I lean back and smile down at him.

"God, I missed you." I tell him, before crushing my lips to his.

I've only been gone for two weeks, but it's felt like two months.

He slips that eager, greedy tongue of his into my mouth and I happily accept it, greeting it with my own.

Frank sets me back down on my feet, without breaking our kiss, and my hands move up into his hair. He's been letting it grow out, and the difference in length even after only two weeks is noticeable.

When we finally pull apart, he smiles at me, looking lovingly into my eyes. "I missed you too, sweetheart." he says sweetly, trailing his finger down my cheek.

I grin, and give him one more kiss before holding him in a tight hug.

"How'd you go?" Frank asks, rubbing my back.

"Mission was a success." I state, letting him go so I can smile up at him.

"Attagirl. Of course it was." he smiles and places a kiss on my forehead.

Frank then picks up my backpack and carries it to our bedroom.

"How's Madani?" he asks as we make our way into the lounge room.

"She's good." I reply, dropping heavily onto our couch, and Frank does the same. "You know, I think that woman's finally happy." I add, nestling into his side.

"That makes two of us." he comments, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"Three of us." I add, looking up into those warm brown eyes I've missed so much.

I'm so happy.

Happy with the work I'm doing. Happy to be working with Madani. Happy to be home with Frank, in our apartment. Happy to hear that he is happy too.

And I'm even happier when Frank takes me into the bedroom where we show each other just how much we've missed one another. 

This is the sixth time I've worked with Dinah Madani since Billy Russo died.

The police ruled Billy's death and the death of his men a result of gang violence. After that, Dinah left Homeland Security and moved to the CIA.

"We need good people here to get things done. And let's face it.. when it comes to this stuff, you're the best. I've got a very bad man with a target on his back. I need a good man to take the shot. Rather, a good woman." she'd said, calling me out of the blue. 

At first I felt hesitant. I felt, in a way, that I was still ending up where Stryker wanted me. Doing someone else's bidding.

But this is different.

Dinah and I have an understanding. We respect one another. And I have a say in what I do. We collaborate. We work together to help save the masses. Not selfishly try to lead corruption, death and destruction.

Dinah and I both agreed on only using my claws when absolutely necessary, because it's my healing abilities she wants to utilise more than anything.

She sends me into high risk missions, that may likely result in death for any other normal person. So, using me, more good people live, more bad people go down. I get to use my abilities for good, saving more lives than I'm taking. And only taking the lives of the bad, if the situation calls for it.

I've built a good track record for myself so far, yet to fail any mission. Even if I have only completed six now.

This one was my longest time away. The past two weeks seemed to drag on. I'm so glad to be home. To be here with Frank, all naked and satisfied.

Hugged to his side, Frank's finger traces back and forth along my arm. My face resting on his bare chest, my legs tangled with his. We fit so perfectly together, like we're made for one another.

It's a good thing we both have jobs, otherwise we'd never leave our bed.

Frank's job is a little similar to mine, but while I travel to other places, sometimes even other countries, entering battle zones, Frank stays local. With his police scanner and subtle tip offs from Mahoney, Frank helps keep the city clean.

Mahoney keeping with his whole 'If I see you again, I'll arrest you' thing, he and Frank never meet face to face. Instead, Frank will receive anonymous notes here and there, that provide minimal details on criminals, their crimes and/ or their approximate locations. But only when police efforts have been exhausted and the only solution left is something a little outside the lines of law.

After speaking with Dinah, Mahoney finally reached an understanding with Frank. And with her and I, too. He knows now, that sometimes the law isn't enough. But we are his very last resort.

"..I gotta go to work tonight, sweetheart." Frank regrettably admits, fingers still tracing my arm. I lift my head to look into his eyes. "Gang meet." he adds, lifting his hand up to softly tuck my hair behind my ears.

"Mm, would you like some assistance?" I ask, before kissing the palm of his hand.

Frank looks at me with a growing smirk.

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I sit in the passenger seat of Frank's van, staring out the windscreen at the dark and empty street, waiting for our guests to arrive.

The two gangs meeting tonight were once one. They split into two and started a territorial rivalry. They've been wreaking havoc in the streets of South Bronx, near local schools, parks and hospitals.

So, Frank's staged a sit down between them, each side thinking the other called for it.

Finally, one of the gangs arrive, the gaggle of men filing inside the building Frank gave as the location.

A minute of so later, gang number two heads for the building.

We hop out of the van and I follow Frank to the back. He opens the back doors and gears up. Frank adorns himself with a new, bullet proof vest, freshly painted white skull on the front. Then he stocks up on his guns. One glock, two AR submachine guns, as well as extra ammo and a ka-bar. Then he covers it all up with a black leather trench coat.

Sexy as fuck.

I grab a glock 19, same as Franks, and pocket spare rounds. Frank locks the van and we give each other a nod before heading for the building.

We split up and go for our separate entries.

"So you wanna make an offer? I'm listening." I hear one man yell as I sneak my way to the main room. "But it needs to involve you handing it over to us and just walking away."

"Man, when you called this sit-down, I thought you were ready to see sense." Another man remarks.

"Come on, man, I didn't call this bullshit. You did."

The corners of my mouth threaten a smirk.

"What are you smoking? I didn't call.. oh, you wanna dance? That what this is?!"

The sound of multiple guns being cocked echoes through the large building.

"HEY." Frank's voice booms, sending a chill of arousal down my spine.

I step into the main room of the warehouse, the ceilings high, the room practically empty. I quietly approach the unsuspecting men while they're all too busy looking at Frank, who approaches from the other end.

"I'll dance with ya." Frank says. Then he draws both his AR's from under his trench coat, one in each hand, and fires.

His bullets fly, showering into the men between us. The bullets that miss soar past me, left and right, while I watch Frank, his rageful scream echoing through building.

So fucking sexy.

Any man that even dares to fire back at him ends up with my bullet in their head. Along with anyone that thanks they can escape.

And in no time at all, the building is silent. Frank and mine the only hearts left beating.

Frank slowly makes his way to me, checking the bodies along the way, one of the AR's still in his hold. He finally looks at me and we chink the noses of our guns, like wine glasses, toasting our efforts.

But chinking guns is not enough for me.

I know Frank likes to remain serious and professional while he's working, and I do try my best to do the same. But five minutes into our drive home, I can't take it anymore.

I shuffle over, leaning towards him as subtly as I can, and place an innocent kiss on his cheek. But my innocent peck turns into open mouthed kisses trailing to his neck. Then my tongue comes out for a taste. I move to nibble at his ear lobe while my hand gropes his crotch. Frank curses under his breath and I smile as his cock twitches beneath my palm.

"Do you want me to crash?" he asks, a light humour in his husky tone.

"I want you to pull over." I reply breathily, then return my mouth to his neck.

Frank complies the first chance he gets, his seatbelt barely off before he tackles me into the back of the van.

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Frank finally notices me watching him when we're just one block away from home.

I can't help it. I've been staring at him so lovingly since we buckled ourselves back into our seats. Staring at the most perfect man.

Once he notices, he flicks repeated glances between the road and I, before reaching over and taking my hand. He interlaces our fingers and brings our hands to his face, pressing his lips to the back of my hand.

"What are you thinkin' 'bout?" he asks before looking back at the road.

I smile warmly at him. "..Remember when you said, 'let me be what I'm meant to be'?"

"Yeah?" He arches a brow at me as he pulls up to a red light.

"I'm thinking.. this is it." I reply quietly. "Nothing's ever felt more right."

Frank smiles at me, the street lights illuminating him enough for me to see the warm glint in his eyes. "C'mere."

I lean over and he captures my lips with his.

We kiss until green light shines on us from above, giving us the go, and Frank keeps a hold of my hand until we're home.

Home. Our home.

Not Curtis's trailer, not Madani's apartment, not a hotel or motel room. Ours. Just him and I.

I've never really been one for fate or destiny, but I am more than convinced that meeting Frank was the right path for me.

Being a mind controlled assassin is not my greatest potential. Destroying those who wanted me to be a mind controlled assassin is. And any other piece of shit human being who chooses to do bad, harmful things in this life.

Frank has given me the power to achieve what Stryker could never. He has shown me my strengths and how best to use them in a way that benefits the good and the innocent.

And now, Frank and I understand each other better than ever. Our trust is unbreakable.
Our bond is strong, filled with a love too intense for spoken words. And together we've found our place in a world that didn't know what to do with us.

We're fighting the good fight. Using our capabilities to clean up the shadows, better than anyone else can. We work in the dark, to make the light shine its brightest.

Nothing I've done has ever felt more right.

This is what I'm meant to be.

And he is who I'm meant to do this with.

One of My Kind
Kuekuastu_

references: adapted scene/ dialogue from "The Whirlwind," episode 13 of The Punisher, season 2.