Operation: Microchip

Black Widow: You know, nobody customizes firearms like this anymore. It's almost nostalgic. And every shot; so precise, barely a hair off target. The Punisher: Precision's not a luxury. It's survival. Especially when you're up against Mega-Corp scum and Doom. Black Widow: Don't need to tell me twice. But seriously, where'd you pick up these customization skills? The Punisher: Old acquaintance named David. Long time back. Helped me out more times than I can count, back before... Black Widow: I think I've heard of him, a tech genius, right? I'm sorry. Cost of living this long... The Punisher: Yeah. Thought we were fighting a war we'd win. Still hasn't ended... Black Widow: So you're handing this to me now? Is this about making amends? The Punisher: No. That's old blood. Our time is already a warzone and we can't afford another screw-up. I don't patch mistakes, Natasha. This pulse beam cuts through anything. Don't leave a mess. Black Widow: Got it. Thanks. I won't let you — or the Red Room — down. So, what do we call this mission…? "Operation: Microchip"? The Punisher: Sure. "Operation: Microchip." And don't thank me. Just get it done.