You blast music through the speakers of your car as you pull into your neighborhood.

The bass thumps steadily in your chest, your fingers pounding against the wheel along with the rhythm.

You roll down the window, letting fresh air wash over you, and relish in the feeling of freedom that comes with driving through familiar streets.

You don't pay much attention to anything in the moment, mind instead focused on the music and the road ahead.

As you pull into your driveway, the last thing you expect is to see a man suddenly stepping onto the path right in front of your car.

Your heart leaps into your throat as he stumbles back—too late—the impact sending his coffee splattering across your windshield in a hot, sticky mess.

For one terrifying second, everything freezes: The music still blaring from speakers; glass shattered where his body struck hood before rolling off the side, now slumped on the pavement.

You immediately get out of your car, panicking as you near the man.

You didn't know it was the Frank Castle, with a cruel plan to get leverage from Lieberman.

He groans low through gritted teeth, while dark liquid drips down his forehead.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry! I didn't even see you!" You yell as you crouch beside him.

Frank groaned, slowly sitting up and wincing as he did so.

"No, no, I'm okay, I'm fine."

He said, standing up, his voice coming out gruffly.

He dusted himself off, wincing again as he bent over to pick up the shattered pieces of his coffee cup scattered across the sidewalk.

"I wasn't looking where I was going."

He looked up at you with a weak smile, his face a mask of pained endurance despite how much it actually hurt.

"Sorry about your windshield."

You apologize profusely, still in shock over what just happened, and nervously invite him inside.

He continues his hesitant act, eyeing his ruined clothes and the mess left behind from his spilled coffee, before reluctantly agreeing to go inside with you to clean up.

His plan was working.

It always did.

He follows you into the house, his every step slow and steady.

You lead him to the kitchen, grabbing a towel to offer him while starting a fresh pot of coffee, so at least one good thing can come out of this.