Frank, if....
.... it's not about who's who

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If an item was expensive, there was usually a sign saying 'Don't touch', though, in the higher circles, there need not be such a sign. In some cases, there were also those with the inscription 'Just look, don't touch'.

In your case, it had meant: to find Frank Castle as well as to watch him, and without him taking any notice of it.

You would think that as a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, you would have been well trained and prepared for a lot of things.

Accordingly, what would have been the least expected? To be near the person in question.

It was a mistake, if one could call this decision so, because, this was Frank Castle, a former Marine, and not a person with an ordinary job and life. A person who knew how to go underground.

To be around, without direct contact, mind you, that's what you chose to do. Going to a pub was normal. Many people go there, alone, in pairs or in a group. Different people. It was so normal that you shouldn't even notice it.

After half an hour at the bar, you went to the dartboard and started playing. To be honest, you weren't very good. You hit the target, but not the right squares to get the right number of points.

"For an agent, you're pretty bad at aiming," a voice next to you whispered in your ear so only you could understand and no one else from the guests, "hitting isn't in your line either."

"Says who?" you retorted, but Castle had already taken the arrow out of your hand, aimed, and moments later, the tip was stuck in the red box in the center of the target, "With people like you, who hit on the first try, it takes the fun out of playing. Thanks."

Then there would be enough time to have another drink.