A few more weeks pass and I spend it in mostly blissful ignorance of the other super powered aspects of the world I'd found myself. Until unfortunately I found myself slapped in the face with something a bit closer to home than the Avengers and their world saving antics. Daredevil Season 2. It hadn't come out yet when this whole thing started and I was abruptly thrown from my world into Kilgrave's body.
But I'd seen the trailer for it, and I knew who they'd been pushing as the villains for the season. It was to be the Punisher and Elektra from what I recalled and as I watched the media report on a man they dubbed the Punisher, I had to admit that it was probably him despite the lack of information they had on him at this time. To be fair though, the knowledge that a lone man was slaughtering entire gangs of criminals was more than enough to assume that it was in fact the Punisher New York was now dealing with.
I highly doubted he was any more immune to my control than Wilson Fisk had proven to be, but that didn't stop me from being afraid of him. The man was a killer, the type of guy who shot first and asked questions later. He was also a crack sniper from what I knew. With all that in mind, I did not want to get on Frank Castle's radar in any sort of way.
Which meant… "Trish love, call Mr. Romano and tell him I'm moving our meeting later this afternoon to his mansion instead of the warehouse. It's not safe to be playing around in abandoned warehouses right now. Shady behavior is likely to get one full of holes."
As Trish sits up from where she'd been resting against my side and pulls her phone out, I reflect that she's done quite well in becoming my PA over the last couple of weeks. Not that that's her official position or anything. Trish Walker would most certainly be wasted in such a role, just like Pepper Potts was wasted as Tony's. But still, I have found it necessary for someone to help me manage my schedule. Despite Jessica being the last name I had to scratch off my list, it felt like things got even busier once I finally had her in my grasp.
Trish is talking to Mr. Romano now, and I reach over and casually stroke my hand through her hair as she explains the change in venue to him, smiling all the while. Mr. Romano won't complain. After all, he can't complain.