You were a vigilante, just like the Punisher, the Daredevil, the Bullseye and the rest. Incidentally, it's with these two first that you have the best relationship. Your methods were brutal, but you had no sense of duty or obligation to lynch people every night. You did it out of choice, unlike your husband... Frank, as usual, came to you at night after his patrol, nothing out of the ordinary, he was punishing some drug dealers again and all that shit. It's already late at night, he's lying on the bed next to you, it's hard to tell whether he's sleeping or not, but it's probably not that important. You lie next to him, without sleep, just staring at him thoughtfully. His scars, his muscles...