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Your character has either been injured/sick and had to be taken in (possibly against their will) or has been the one to help somebody like the former. Through the mending process, the two characters in a thread have fallen in love - or at least grown closer and more affectionate.
[ When Matt comes to, he'll be in his bed, Natasha sitting on the end of it. She'll still be cleaning one of his cuts with a cotton swab. This one along his cheek. He's was going to have quite the shiner come morning.
Once she sees him open his eyes, ]
You're a lot heavier than you look, you know that?
(ooc: Offering a jerk who is made of medals and mostly only eats popsicles (so taking care of him might be a challenge...). Depending on canon point, he could either have a body whose appearance he can shift at will, be an arm possessing a human's unconscious body, or just be a severed arm with a personality, so let me know which sounds most fun and I'll make up a story accordingly. He also has things to do and people to be with, so getting him to stick around might require some level of amnesia. The not seeing color thing might be something of a bonding point once Ankh figures it out.)
[What every adult wants while bedridden from battle injuries is to be lectured by their estranged father, right? Vegeta looms over Trunks' bed, arms crossed and scowling at him.]
What the hell were you doing out there, brat? Trying to get yourself killed?
[If there's one thing Karen is, it's that she's strong as hell. She proves to everyone time and time again that the last thing she needs is to be a damsel in distress and while she is more than capable of taking care of herself, sometimes she doesn't know when she's in over her head until it's too late. Which was where Matt found her - tied to a chair after being caught somewhere where she wasn't supposed to be. He dealt with the culprits, but she didn't leave the scene unscathed - black eye, busted lip, ugly bruises marking her skin.]
No truer words have ever been spoken in this city. Natasha has been monitoring it off and on since the appearance of the "Devil". She's been busy with other missions but when she has the time, she swings in to see how things are. Gangs being wiped out was not something she had been expecting. She reported it in and was given the go-ahead by Steve to stay and find the guy doing it. Stop him, bring him in, whichever came first. He sounded as dangerous as the people he was killing off. "No man has the right to turn a city into his private war zone."
It was pretty simple, at first. Until it wasn't.
She found his "base" and saw signs of someone methodical, calculated. And yet nursed a dog back to health. He made stops to Central Park, watching the carousel. These were all little things that were slowly changing the big picture of this man. A man named "Frank Castle". After she found his identity, it didn't take her long to look up what she could, even found his house. It was all turning out to be a damn tragic story.
She is too late to stop the Kitchen Irish from taking him in the park but she is able to catch up to them. His screams had helped further in locating him. Taking care of the men keeping guard was easy enough. Taking out the men firing at Frank with bullets of her own? Even easier.
She doesn't say anything to him, just giving him a look that says 'don't you fucking shoot me' before she's taking out the rest of the men coming in a minute later. It's only after bodies are scattering the floor that she turns to Castle and asks, ]
( Maybe this is after a battle or after a training session gone a little too turbo but Sakura is making her rounds at the hospital wing when she finds her nephew. Look, I'm leaving it kind of open here because I don't know how you want him to be hurt ok just know that Aunt Sakura is here. )
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