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He already feels as though he's betrayed her, and in his dumbass backwards brain the only solution seems to be betraying Micro's confidence in turn. Kamala will receive a cryptic message, as if Frank is capable of any other kind, suggesting they meet on the roof of the Circle K after dark. He tried to keep the revelation of Kamala becoming Ms. Marvel a secret from her father, he did, but he kept thinking of his own daughter, and all it really took in the end was a few beers to get it out of him. Since everyone seems to be finding things out about each other, he also doesn't find a reason to hide his own identity from Kamala any longer.

When she reaches the roof, he'll be waiting, in full tac gear emblazoned with his iconic skull. He purposefully waits for her reaction before moving his ugly mug into the light.

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What surprises Kamala as she listens is how much she can relate to what Pete is saying. She didn't need her father to die for motivation to do what is right. Kamala cannot deny that the injustice of his death didn't motivate her to find justice where she could now as Ms. Marvel. It made her hyperaware of who is deposable in this world. She tries so hard to have the compassion for them that her father never received in life.

The questions ring true to. How can they watch while lives are being destroyed when they can do something about it? Aren't they the only ones who can? Kamala takes in a deep breath, closes her eyes, and prays for the right thing to say. She cannot fully understand the violence or death that follow P- no, Frank. The Punisher. She does know a little of how he feels. Maybe that's the price of survival since Kamala has zero doubts that Abu's quick thinking spared their lives that day too.

"Pete... I can't approve of what you do. Killing people is wrong." She informs once her eyes are open again. There's no apology to it. That is simply what Kamala believes. She doesn't condemn Frank either. It's not her place. Kamala has zero interest in trying to play hero with him. That's a job for the cops.

Her gaze stays lock on his, softening as she continues. "You're right to want to do something. We both are. This world is a really cruel place. Good is not a thing it can be, it's a thing we have to do to make it better." She hugs her knees to her chest, feeling so tired. Kamala wishes not for the first time that horrific day never happened. It took something from her she can never get back. Her suffering doesn't compare to Frank's by a long shot. Her gaze is wet as she acknowledges it. "I'm sorry about what happened to them; to you."