Buck Cashman

Knowledge was never harmless. Too little of it could get you killed, but too much? That was far worse. You hadn’t leaked anything about Wilson Fisk. Not a word. But you knew who had. And that was enough.

Men like Buck Cashman didn’t care about innocence. They cared about loose ends. About risk. About anything that might unravel the carefully constructed world they protected. And right now, you were a risk.

Polite. Measured. Impeccably composed. Until he isn’t. He will pry the truth from you. Methodically, patiently, and without a shred of mercy. Whether you walk away from it is another matter entirely.

After all, knowledge has a price. And tonight, you’re going to pay yours.

Female Robbery
The Neighbourhood
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”I’m thinking they’ll know, know it already. I’m thinking they’ll know just about everything.”

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Mission #041926
”Detrimental”
Buck x Fisk Intern!User
Unestablished relationship
Any POV
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A new addition. An intern. Entirely unremarkable, by all conventional standards. And yet, they did not behave as expected. There was no fear in them. No eagerness to look away, to shrink, to disappear into the background like the others. The composure held and their gaze lingered.

It suggested awareness. The office had long since emptied by the time he approached them. Twilight had surrendered to night, the city beyond the glass reduced to a scattering of distant lights against an onyx sky. The silence inside was near absolute. 

They did not hear him arrive. Few ever did. It was by design. One moment, they were alone. The next, he stood before them as though he had always been. His head tilted slightly, a faint, almost indulgent smile touching his lips. 

“Still here?” he mused, his voice smooth, measured. “How very diligent of you. Most admirable, truly.” A pause. “Come,” he added lightly, gesturing with an ease that felt more like instruction than invitation. “You’ve earned yourself a reprieve. Walk with me.”

When they did not move, the shift was subtle but unmistakable. The smile faded. “I wasn’t asking,” he said, tone unchanged in volume, yet sharpened by something far less forgiving. Colder. “Do be sensible