Frank was suddenly a little overwhelmed.

He looked at the young man with a slightly furrowed brow, and couldn't help but notice that he was younger and more similar to himself, but missing the conspicuous scars.

The setting sun shone through the doorway into the room, creating a soft golden beam that reflected on Frank and the man's faces, and the atmosphere between the two grew tense.

What should I say?

His throat was a little dry, and he took the cold beer from Francis's hand and held it tightly, feeling the chill coming from the bottle, which helped him calm down a little.

Damn, I should have thought about it a little more before I came to visit my family in this universe.

"May I come into the house, Uncle Fredo?"

The man outside the door was the first to break the silence, whispering word by word, the last half of the sentence almost squeezing out from between his teeth.

Just hearing this tone made Frank's face change slightly in the door, not to mention that out of the corner of his eye, he could already catch a glimpse of the young self already clenching his sandbag-sized fist and rattling.

If you dare to say a word, or some other bad answer, then I am afraid that this fist will immediately fall on your face.

He will never be afraid of fighting, although he was better when he was young, but now he has more experience and is more willing to fight blackly, and he will definitely win by himself.

But.

Without leaving a trace, Frank glanced at the little blonde girl with a short ponytail behind the man, and his eyes couldn't help but soften a little.

He had expected this moment to come, but when it did, he didn't know how to respond. At this time, he had a fierce struggle in his heart, on the one hand, he longed for his family, and on the other hand, he was confused about himself.

The silence inside and outside the porch lasted for a moment, as if time had stood still. Frank felt a little dry in his throat, nodded slowly, and then responded, "Sorry, of course you can come in." ”

"Your Uncle Fredo is old and a little slow to react, please forgive me. Also, I heard that Sarah got into a fight at school and hope she's okay. ”

The corners of Sarah's mouth twitched, and her ponytails twitched, but she didn't respond. The black-haired man said indifferently, "She's fine, just a little friction." ”

Maria tried to lighten up the atmosphere and said, "Okay, everyone come in and sit down." Sarah, go put your bag away and come over for dinner. ”

The little girl with the golden ponytail nodded, and turned to walk to the room with a pout. The black-haired man followed into the living room and sat down in a corner, his expression still serious.

Frank let out a sigh and put the beer in his hand on the table, but then he noticed that his young self was squinting at him again.

Putting down the several large cabbages she was carrying, Maria turned her head to notice that something was wrong between the two men of the Custer family, and she walked over to try to break the awkward silence, "Frank, do you look at your uncle from afar?" ”

The two men still looked at each other, and neither of them seemed to hear what she had just said.

Maria was helpless to hold her forehead, why are all the men in the Custer family this virtue, it seems that Uncle Fredo is really right.

"Dad, Uncle Fredo told me a lot of interesting superhero stories today! And he's a superhero too! ”

Francis's sudden appearance broke the tension that had been on him, and he ran to his father enthusiastically, waving his cloak and shouting with joy.

Although the black-haired man's expression was still serious at first, seeing his son so excited, a smile gradually appeared on his face that had been tense, and he patted Francis lightly on the head and said, "Really? That sounds interesting. ”

Frank also joins the conversation in an attempt to get closer to the family. "Yes, Francis is a great listener and he's interested in being a superhero," he laughs and says. ”

"Isn't it? Francis? ”

"That's right!"

Sarah came out of the room, still with an angry expression, but she joined the conversation and asked, "Francis, what other stories did Uncle Fredo tell you?" ”

Francis immediately became excited and began to tell his sister and dad some of the superhero stories he had just heard, and he gushed so much that for a moment everyone completely forgot about the previous unhappiness.

The younger Frank seemed to be impressed by his son's enthusiasm, and he sat there silently listening to the children discuss superheroes. Maria stood by and felt a sense of relief as she watched the family rediscover some moments of joy and intimacy.

Thanks to the arrival of this Uncle Fledo, it seems that this is the happiest day for the family after her husband came down from the battlefield.

It's a pity that such days don't last long, thinking of this Maria's eyes darkened, after all, Uncle Fredo only came to visit his retired nephew, and it is impossible to stay and tell the children superhero stories every day.

After listening to the conversation between the children for a while, the black-haired man suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Frank and asked, "Uncle Fledo, since you are also a superhero, why don't you tell us your own story?" ”

Hearing this, the children were immediately excited, and shouted loudly, "Uncle Fledo, tell me another story!" One more story! Their voices are filled with anticipation and enthusiasm, as if a group of young fans can't wait for the next adventure of the superhero.

"Okay."

The Punisher nodded helplessly, it was a bit weird to tell his younger self a superhero story, but his current identity was Uncle Fledo, so he had to casually recite a few more stories about beating street thugs, and try to remove the bloody part of it.

When he was finished, the black-haired man nodded to his Uncle Fredo with a blank face, and said, "Nice story, the meal is almost ready, why don't we go get some more beer?" ”

"Of course." Frank let out a sigh of relief, it seemed that the young man didn't mind the 'Uncle Fledo' thing, and that was good.

Maybe he can relax with his younger self, have a few drinks and chat, and let him understand the value of his family.

The two arrived in the garage, and Frank crouched down and tried to reach into the Xiaoice box to reach for the beers. However, the beer was placed deep in the Xiaoice box, making it difficult for him to reach it directly.

"Bang-"

The door behind him slammed shut, and he quickly turned around, only to see the black-haired man holding a baseball bat, standing in front of him and waving it gently.

The man squinted his eyes and said, "Listen, I don't know why you bastard looks so much like me, but my Uncle Fredo died in Sicily before I was born"

"So who the fuck are you? What do you want to do to my family? ”

Damn, it looks like I'm going to mind 'Uncle Fledo'.

(End of chapter)