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"This can't be fucking happening!" Frank growled over Micro's laughter.
"Oh believe me," David managed between fits of laughter. "It's happening,"
Frank stared at his much younger self in the mirror with internalized dread. So many thoughts were running through his head trying to come up with a conclusion of how this happened.
"Fuck," Frank groaned. "Please, Micro, shut the fuck up and be helpful,"
"Where were you last night? That can help put us in the right direction,"
"I was at the Hell's Kitchen Harbor," Frank told him. "I waiting on those pieces of shit McHale Gang,"
"Another drug ring?"
"Nah, this time it was people," Frank spat. "Bitches were actually selling people,"
"Okay, that sucks big time, but how's that got to do with going fun size?"
"Fun size?"
"Ya know, like small. Like how small Snickers are called fun size-"
"Micro, I swear I'm going to strangle you,"
"Okay okay," David put his hands up in defense. "Obviously, you got to them. What happened then?"
"I went down and freed the kids from the loading dock. It was then Daredevil showed up and took it over from there,"
"Kids? Fucking shit,"
"Fucking shit is right!" Frank paced back and forth in his suddenly too big clothes.
"I'll hack into any cameras that'll show me what I need." David said swirled in his seat to face his computers.
"I'll go down there right now, and show them fuckers I'm no easy target!"
"Let's get you some clothes first," David said. "We don' want you arrested for public nudity. Hey, quick question, how old do you think you are?"
"Seventeen almost eighteen. Why?"
"SowhenIsignyouupforschool." David rushed out.
"You wanna sign me up for school? I have better things to be going with my time,"
"Look at yourself, Frank," David gestured at him. "You're a minor! If police spot you, they'll take you to a precinct demanding to call your parents!"
Frank hated that David was making sense, but there had to be another way. "No,"
"Look, Leo's just starting. You can look after her while you're there,"
"You want a babysitter for Leo? In high school?" Frank snorted.
"Aaaaand I want you out of trouble." David clapped his hands together. "It's a win-win situation for me,"
"David, I'm not going to high school to watch your kid."
"Think of it as an inside job. The McHale Gang must have teenagers in high school." David's face lit up. "I'll check after I grab some clothes for you,"
David left shortly, Frank continued to stare at his reflection. The last time he looked like this was eighteen years ago. Which, to Frank, seemed like lifetimes ago. He doesn't really remember much from his childhood except that his mom cried every first day of school. His father wasn't in the picture much, but when he was Frank was content.
"Frank, I'm baaaack," David called out.
Frank grabbed the bag from him and walked into the poor excuse of a bathroom to get undressed. His scars were still on his skin. Every bullet hole, knife wound, and bruise from a previous fight. It's all there.
Frank shrugs off his train of thought and finishes up. As he reentered Lieberman's hub, as pair of black boots were tossed his way.
"I already forged the necessary documents for school," David said. "We'll need to enroll you in as soon as possible."
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Frank grimaced at how much he sounded like a teen. "How are you going to explain this to your family,"
"You're my wayward nephew," David said with a lopsided grin.
"Sarah will never fall for that," Frank sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Which was still damaged from all the times he broke it.
"Okay, we'll tell Sarah the truth." David decided.
"And we'll lie to your kids. Got it." Frank smirked menacingly.
"Shut the fuck up, Francis,"
"Francis?"
"Oh, I didn't tell you?" The older man laughed. "That's your new name,"
"Fuck you, man."
At the Lieberman household Frank, much to David's content, was introduced as David's juvenile teenage nephew from New Jersey who will be staying with them. Sarah raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. She just gestured for her husband to follow her.
Zach faced him, "I didn't know we had a cousin Francis,"
"Now you do," Frank said dismissively.
"What did you do to get yourself thrown juvie?" Zach leaned in with interest.
"Don't bother him," Leo shot at her brother. "He's a guest,"
"There's not much to say," Frank said. "I did things."
Frank wanted to strangle David for giving him such a complex back story. Why couldn't he just be visiting? Was it necessary to labeled as a delinquent? Fucking Lieberman.
"Well, kids, your father and I need to enroll Francis into school." Sarah said emerging from within the kitchen. "Order pizza, Leo."
David gave Frank a thumbs up. Frank took it as Sarah is in the know about the situation.
The remainder of the night went swimmingly. By swimmingly Frank meant Micro adding more bullshit to Frank's fake past. Adding in that he got arrested for punching a priest at church.
Then Leo asked why he wasn't Jewish like them. Which David replied to her saying, "He's half Catholic half Jewish."
Which Frank only could nod in agreement to. As the night came to a close, Sarah lead him to the gest bedroom.
"Sorry about David,"
"No, I'm sorry you married him."
"Good night,"
"Night, ma'am."
The following day was just as torturous as the night before. David made it his personal mission to harass him the entire car rids to school. On they got there David held him back.
"There's a McHale kid starting here," David whispered as his kids exited the car. "His name is Raphael,"
"I'll keep an eye out."
"Don't start too much shit on your first day."
"Fuck off," Frank grumbled, slamming the door shut.
At the entrance stood a group of kids snickering at the lower classman. Including Leo.
"How about you fuck off?" Frank raised his voice.
"Aren't you a little too old to be a freshman?" The leader asked.
Frank shoved past him into the building.
"Hey, new guy!" His obnoxious voice called out. "Wait up."
Frank turned around begrudgingly. "What."
"Damn, do you always ask questions as statements?"
"What. Do. You. Want." Frank gritted through his teeth.
"Just wanna give you a fair warning," the asshole stepped forward. "This is my territory. Don't expect anything but pain,"
"Oh really," Frank looked into his eyes. "I'm so fucking scared."
"You better watch that tongue of yours-"
"Hey, Flash!" A stern female voice shouted. "You better not be doing what I think you're doing."
"What's that, Michelle?"
"Harassing the new kid. Especially after that warning from the Principal." The newcomer, Michelle, placed a hand on her hip. "Scram, bozo!"
"You can't rescue every loser in the school," Flash sneered.
"Grow a pair and then talk back to me,"
Flash and his followers backed off a little too quickly. Frank noted not to get on this girl's bad side.
"Thanks,"
"Don't make it a habit of me rescuing you," she scoffed. "I already have another loser to take care of."
The girl stormed off muttering about something Frank couldn't pick up on.
"High school," Frank said to himself. "Good to be back,"
Frank's phoned buzzed. It was from Red.
Come to my place. It's urgent.
"Well, fuck me," Frank groaned.