After Steve saw Frank come in, he fell silent, a trace of distaste and displeasure even crossing his brow.
Clearly, he and Frank had crossed paths before.
Their encounters simply hadn't been pleasant.
Although Frank hadn't fully gone down the path of the Punisher after becoming Old Man's disciple, he hadn't abandoned it entirely.
He still frequently paid visits to New York's gang hideouts to shake them down.
Most of those lawless gangsters behaved themselves around Frank as though their own fathers had shown up.
As for the few hardened criminals who dared provoke him, Frank had killed nearly all of them.
Steve wasn't particularly averse to killing in itself.
He certainly wouldn't dislike Frank simply because of his brutal methods.
The real conflict between Steve and Frank lay in the principles they followed.
Frank let almost no criminal off the hook, and some of his punishments clearly exceeded what their crimes warranted.
And that was after Old Man's guidance had already reined him in considerably.
As a soldier, Steve still found Frank's methods difficult to accept.
Putting their personal will above the law like that was like dancing on a tightrope. Sooner or later, something would go wrong.
Sitting in his seat with a frown, Steve couldn't help thinking, Can a team thrown together like this even fight effectively?
Judging by Nick Fury's attitude, he probably didn't intend to force them into the Avengers.
"Frank, my friend, welcome." Nick Fury looked so warm and friendly that anyone might have thought he really knew Frank well.
"Nick Fury, seeing you is just my rotten luck..." Frank clearly had no intention of showing Nick Fury any courtesy.
"Haha..." Having invited that snub himself, Nick Fury laughed awkwardly a few times, but his enthusiasm didn't wane. "The most important thing right now