Arson

Chapter Twenty-Five

Alexandria's P.O.V

The storm had died down to a light rain. For the hours that passed, my sleep was disturbed. So much on my mind...the bomber, Rawlins...and my feelings for Frank.

I tossed on my side, letting out a troubled sigh.

He's the first man I've ever felt these types of emotions for...is it bad? It couldn't be.

I lift my head, looking down at his wrapped arms around my waist. Castle's hold constricted around me...he must've felt me move.

"Get up, Castle. I'm serious this time, the bomber isn't gonna catch themselves."

His groan was dark, a complaint without complaining sort of thing. Reluctantly, he lets go of me.

I didn't want him to...but jobs had to be done.

"I hate bombers. Buncha cowards behind gunpowder and shatenel..."

Sitting up, I looked down on Frank. He wouldn't meet my eyes, deep in thought...terrible, dark thoughts...you could see it in his wildfire-esk eyes.

He had a very angry expression on his face. Pained. A scowl of pure hatred, and planned vengeance.

Frank Castle was a troubled man. Burdened with atrocities I couldn't even begin to imagine. Casted out...forever to be exiled.

But so was I.

I placed my hands on his bicep, feeling the rigid scars on it. The muscle that tensed underneath it.

"...Arsonists."

"...What?" He gave me a weird look. "What 'bout 'em?"

"Arsonists, I hate them most of all. So hard to track, so destructive..." My snarl was full of venom. It caught him off guard - he had only heard such viciousness from when we first met. "So deadly...it's horrible, having to track down their destruction. Every time I had to track one down on my list, it always ended in a mess. I dreaded it."

"Yeah, they suck too. Haven't dealt with one yet, but I guess you could tell me all about 'em."

"After we find the bomber."

"After we find the bomber." He echoes in an annoyed tone. "And hey! What're you doin' with MY hoodie!?"

"...You seriously haven't noticed? It was cold, so I snuck in here and uh...barrowed it."

"I'm never wearin' that hoodie again, am I?" He groggily sits up, quickly rising above my eye level.

"Never again! It's mine now, Castle!" It's true. This hoodie was insanely comfortable, and very insulated.

Castle lifts himself up farther, inching closer with every passing moment. His muscular, broad arms slip through the opening mine left...I was trapped.

"I'm gettin' that hoodie back."

"Oh? And what are you gonna do to take it from me...?"

"Try me." He snarled playfully, and with an arrogance I had never seen him display.

"Okay...I will, then."

I closed that small, definite space between us. Hey, he gave me my song...I'd say it's fair now to let him have a few kisses every now and then.

But at this rate, I can use it to my advantage.

Ha! He's never getting it back!

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