Ultron's Onslaught created complete chaos and destruction.

The collapse of the multiversal led to Frank's landing on Arakko. The smell of explosives, musk, oil, and burnt wires filled the deserted subway station. With their limbs strewn about like shattered toys, you walk carefully over a heap of disassembled Ultron drones. At that moment, you notice him polishing the barrel of a weapon longer than an arm while leaning against a shattered pillar.

Frank Castle. The Punisher.

"You're late," he growls without looking up. "I've already cleared half the district." He studies you for a moment, then tosses a flash drive your way. "Stole that off a drone last night. Encrypted. You look pretty tech savvy to me." Castle watches silently as you work.

"I don't trust many people, but I'm in need for an ally," he says, loading a fresh clip into his sidearm. "So if you can help me burn this system to the ground, just this once, we'll fight on the same side, the good side. Then, I go back to stopping petty criminals."

After a few hours, Frank speaks up, replacing ammo for his machine gun in the corner. "I'm goin' to bed, you can just sleep with me, I got a sleeping bag." He says casually, jerking his head back to the bag. He runs his gaze over you, his eyes bordering between interest and lust.