Bullseye
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Haven't you heard? I'm a cold blooded killer.
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Post by Bullseye on Feb 6, 2017 0:54:21 GMT -5
It was a ballsy move, faking Fisk's confession while Fisk was out of town. It was a move no one saw coming. For one thing, it was something that should have been impossible. Anyone on Fisk's turf would have known about an impostor, or someone that could be paid to be an impostor. For another thing, the clothes left at the police department were confirmed to belong to Fisk. That was impossible as well, because no one had access to his home. Needless to say, Fisk was furious that this had happened. Apart from his rage that Cade had gotten away with framing him for an explosion he had nothing to do with, he was more concerned with how he'd managed to pull such a stunt.
That was where Bullseye came in. Bullseye was Fisk's most trusted assassin still in New York, and he had a knack for getting the job done. His orders were very clear, though. This wasn't checkmate. This wasn't the start of the war. Not yet. No, Fisk wanted answers from Cade. In fact, there had been some communication attempted since the incident that had gone unanswered. So Bullseye was to interrupt one of Cade's drug deals and question him. He couldn't run away face to face. Not from someone that had such perfect aim.
Bullseye made his way down to the docks, trademark trench coat and knitted hat as an ever present part of his ensemble. He chewed on his toothpick, glancing around to see if he was on the right track. Sure enough, some people didn't know how to hide their whereabouts. He climbed to the top of a building and kept low to the roof to stay out of sight, but he did see Artie's men making their exchange. He figured he'd probably have to take out everyone but one and beat Cade's location out of the last one, but then he saw the short cripple and his lips spread into a smirk. Well, this was going to be an easy enough night.
He made his way closer to give himself a better vantage point and peeked over the edge of the roof. He had a clear line of sight to Cade now, and his men were in a convenient clump. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a deck of cards and flicked just enough to take out anyone that wasn't clearly a bodyguard. After all, he was here to talk. The cards all landed in exactly the same spot in their necks, making it a dead giveaway who killed them.
"Yer a hard man t' get a hold of, Cade," he shouted down from the rooftop, grinning wildly. He slid down the fire escape ladder and landed on the ground with a hard thud. "Mr. Fisk h's been try'n t' get a hold o' ye."
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Post by Artie Cade on Feb 8, 2017 15:03:38 GMT -5
The night had been going smoothly enough. Artie's men had offloaded more of the goods and his dealers had shown up on time to collect them and receive their pay, minus Artie's fees. It paid to be the only kingpin in town at the moment.
Artie leaned on his cane as the exchanges were made, keeping close eyes on the bills and the hands that were dealing and receiving them.
"Come on, boys, let's keep it short..." he sighed as he lit a cigarette, his wide brimmed hat and overcoat hung on his shoulders being caught in the chilly gust of the night, "Believe it or not, you're not my top priority tonight."
That was when his hoods all fell in quick succession. His drug dealers looked up and panicked, unsure what had happened and bolted out into the night.
"GET BACK HERE, YA COWARDS!" Artie shouted as he limped toward them before they were gone. He looked down at the large amount of bills being taken by the wind, slowly fluttering out to the city. He growled and put his cigarette back in his mouth, examining what had happened to his men. Not much razzled him when it came to this town. Not anymore.
Then he recognized the cards.
A grin spread over his face as he heard a familiar voice.
"Well, well, well..." he said as he took one of the cards out of his man's neck and twirled it in his fingers, "Look who dropped by."
Artie looked up at the rooftop that Bullseye was occupying, watching the man slide down to ground level. He chuckled and looked back at the card.
"Gotta say I'm surprised you stayed on as Fisk's errand boy. He's been playing a hand with no cards in it for some time."
He held up the playing card and released it, letting the wind carry it out into the water as he exhaled smoke from between his grinning teeth.
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Bullseye
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Haven't you heard? I'm a cold blooded killer.
Posts: 26
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Post by Bullseye on Feb 12, 2017 0:02:49 GMT -5
Bullseye grinned and practically skipped his way more into the light. Fisk's absence had been annoying, since it had meant there wasn't much for him to do. But this little outing? Already it was worth it. Getting to kill a few punks wasn't his usual style, but it felt great to kill. If he wasn't here on business, he might have gone so far as to jump and heel click. But, of course, there were things to discuss.
"Loyalty's still good fer somet'in' in this town, ain't it?" He stood at a comfortable distance from Artie and his men, hands tucked into his pockets where he probably did have several more things he could use as weapons. "Fisk might've run outta cards fer now, but I've got a few up me sleeve. I would'nae count 'im outta th' game jus' yet."
With a chuckle, he took a couple of steps forward, if only to make the bodyguards nervous. "Speakin' o' Fisk. I t'ink y' know what I'm gonnae ask. We both know Fisk hasn'ae been in New York fer mont's. So how did someone that looked a lot like him do all o' that. Confess t' somet'in' 'e didn'ae do, break outta prison, vanish into th' night.... It's all a little crazy, right?" As a matter of fact, he knew it was crazy. If he didn't know better, he'd assume there was some kind of magic going on. Something inhuman. It was the only thing that made sense. But, then again, he wasn't well balanced either.
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Post by Artie Cade on Feb 14, 2017 13:31:17 GMT -5
Artie betrayed nothing in his wide grin other than delight. They really hadn't a clue, had they? Fisk wanted answers. He couldn't explain it either. So he could be damned sure the potato sucker couldn't.
His remaining men stopped what they were doing and closed into a circle around the two men, not a tight one, wide enough for a throwdown. They fingered their weapons in their hands nervously. They'd heard some things around about Bullseye, and judging by the junk on his head, this had to be the guy.
"Loyalty won't keep you floating when you're neck deep in the drink," Artie giggled as he limped closer to the man, "And as you can see...Fisk's ship is sinking. Fast."
He paused for a moment and took a long drag on his cigarette, blowing the smoke out of the side of his mouth.
"It's hard to explain, isn't it?" he went on, in a mocking tone, "I can't explain what happened myself! Fisk came back into town, no introduction, no nothing, then just...seemed to go crazy. I'd never step up and confess anything like that, I can tell ya. And I'm crazy as they come."
Artie took another drag on his cigarette.
"Or at least...that's the rumor about town."
His men chuckled.
"So what is it you're looking for, me bonny boyo?" Artie asked as it lifted his cane and put the end to Bullseye's sternum, "Me to admit to some foul play? That's just bad sportsmanship. Besides, even I couldn't pull off a hat trick like that. Where am I gonna get a Fisk impersonator? Do they make those?"
He shuddered.
"Ugh I hope not. Bad for business."
His men laughed again, their confidence boosted by their boss's air.
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Bullseye
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Haven't you heard? I'm a cold blooded killer.
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Post by Bullseye on Feb 19, 2017 23:11:17 GMT -5
Bullseye's spirits were too high to be brought down by Cade's attitude. This was one of his favorite parts of the job, being Fisk's direct muscle. If Cade didn't want to answer the question, he'd find a way to learn what he wanted, and that was the really fun part. Of course, he kept an eye on the men surrounding him. He wasn't worried about them at all. This was far from the first time he'd tried to talk to Cade on behalf of Fisk. He could take these goons out pretty easily if he needed to.
"I wouldn'ae say we're sinkin'," he said in an equally mocking tone. "Yer th' only one in town that'd stand t' gain from Fisk's incarceration. Up t' now, cops ain't had much reason t' charge 'im. We bot' know t'at wasn'ae really Fisk t'at blew up yer Ferris Wheel. We bot' know Fisk hasn'ae been in th' city fer mont's. An' we bot' know he's smart enough not t' jus' break outta jail wit' all t'at fanfare." He jaunted forward, hands still in his pockets, until they were practically chest to chest. He grinned around at the men and watched a couple of them falter as his gaze lingered on them. They might have worked for a madman, but at least he had a reason to keep them alive. Bullseye, so far, had no reason for them to live other than good will.
"I ain't lookin' fer a confession, Cade. T'at ain't no fun." He slowly put a finger on the head of the cane on his sternum and pushed it to the side, still grinning widely. "I jus' t'ought it'd be nice t' let y' know t'at Fisk is convinced yer behind it all and I'm liable to agree wit' him. I mean, really. Y' can't expect me t' come 'ere t' talk if I wasn'ae a little sure." He smirked and snatched the cane from Cade's grasp, twirling it in his fingers. "Which reminds me. I t'ought Locke was dead. She made a miraculous recovery t' speak t' the reporters after t'at explosion." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a newspaper, flashing the picture of Locke. "She looks great fer a dead bitch, doesn't she? How did that happen? I wonder."
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Post by Artie Cade on Mar 2, 2017 13:42:14 GMT -5
Artie chuckled at this first assertion.
"A year ago..." he said through his teeth, "I couldn't have gotten neeeeeaaar Fisk's territories. And now? I've taken two sectors. And more will fall in line. It'll suuuure be tough for Fisk to make his way back over to these shores to sort anything out..."
He allowed that to sit there, hung in the air between them as it mingled with the cigarette smoke he exhaled from his still-grinning mouth.
"So I'd say...sinking, if not sunk. As for how smart Fisk is...I couldn't really say. Seems a poor move to do what he did, and all on camera."
Bullseye had never really intimidated Artie much. He was a thug. An impressive one, but just a gun for hire. Artie himself had risen above that particular station, but Bullseye seemed perfectly content with it. Maybe the feel of Fisk's thumb over his activities was a safety net for him. Artie couldn't begin to guess. All he knew was that he found it...unimpressive.
But the man did have as much skill in digging at an opponent as Artie did.
As the man pushed Artie's cane away from him, their gazes met. Neither of them would move or blink, of course. They were both far too stubborn and prideful for that and their grins were as two mirrored images.
When Bullseye snatched Artie's cane, it caused him to falter slightly but he quickly regained himself. He pushed his coat aside gently and placed his hand in his pocket, revealing the silver grip of his pistol in its shoulder holster casually, keeping mind of his cigarette. He exhaled the smoke through gritted teeth, the ghost of his grin still present.
Artie looked the newspaper over. He'd seen the picture. But Mystique's form wasn't Locke, he'd made sure of that. Come to think of it...Artie could almost not quite recall what his Locke had even looked like...but talking about the woman did drive a nerve spike through Artie's brain and for a brief moment activated his rage. But he kept his cool. He didn't show a thing.
"Curious thing, isn't it?" he chuckled as he swiped the newspaper away and let the pages flutter away on the wind, "Maybe a third cousin?"
Artie stamped his cigarette into the ground as he placed his other hand in his opposite pocket.
"Think you can make me squirm for ya, boyo?" he hissed, "Fisk puts more faith in you than I would. But maybe you'll impress me. Or I'll save us both the trouble and just light ya up like Christmas."
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Bullseye
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Post by Bullseye on Mar 16, 2017 13:29:52 GMT -5
Bullseye let Artie drone on about Fisk's position in the city. They both knew it wasn't really Fisk that went crazy, and frankly, Bullseye didn't care too much. For all his talk of loyalty, he had no interest in the turf war. He figured, as long as there was a turf war, he'd be paid to do his thing, and that was all he needed. He even smirked in amusement that Artie seemed to think he was getting to him with the talk of Fisk being a sinking ship.
He twirled the cane with his fingers, not reacting much to the gun. Guns were no fun, even when they were aimed at you. But as Artie looked over the newspaper clipping, he could see the briefest glimpse of doubt on the gangster's face. It did bring him a little bit of pride, but he knew better than to show it.
"Nah, I checked," he said, barely able to suppress a chuckle. "Locke ain't a common name, even in New York. Two Lockes workin' for ye? What're the odds o' that?" He smirked and flicked his wrist, tossing a toothpick into the newspaper clipping and pinning it to the wall, piercing through the picture of Locke's forehead. "Trust me, Art. If I wanted t' make y' squirm, I'd've already twisted th' knife." He grinned almost cheerily and poked Artie in the chest with his own cane. "An' don' t'ink I can't git to ye. Yer little girl ain't here t' protect you, after all."
He let that sit and simmer, taking a step back to really appreciate the reaction he was sure to get. If there was one thing that was guaranteed about Artie Cade, it was that his daughter was a sore spot for him, and suggesting she was just his muscle was sure to get him infuriated. At this point, Bullseye was reconciled that he wasn't going to get the information he wanted from Cade, so he might as well have fun.
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Post by Artie Cade on Mar 19, 2017 21:30:33 GMT -5
Well.
That did it.
That was Artie Cade's sore spot: his daughter. Those inside the gang knew it, few outside did. Most on the outside knew Laura Cade was his enforcer, one of his top agents. Few knew she was his adopted kid, much less that it was one of the few things he cared for in the world. Let alone people. It wasn't a surprising tactic to use her to get under Artie's skin, he had certainly suspected it might happen. Still, when it hit, it hit. And it was always like opening an old wound.
Except inside the wound there was bad blood.
Artie snatched his cane back from Bullseye in a flash, his eyes blazing with a hellish fury as he growled and stepped back from Bullseye. The two of them had never really been rivals, but they'd certainly never gotten along even when he first came to town and didn't work for Fisk yet. Then the big moron got him first and paid better, and owned more than his half of New York City at the time, so it really was just as well...but now things were a bit more even. Especially with Fisk as good as dead.
"All right then..." Artie hissed venomously, "...guess we're both done playing."
He glared at Bullseye and tapped his cane once on the ground, it echoed with a loud TANG sound. His men knew what that meant. They broke their circle and scuttled into a staggered line behind Artie and in front of Bullseye.
"WASTE THE PADDY!" he shouted, half spitting in his fury.
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Bullseye
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Haven't you heard? I'm a cold blooded killer.
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Post by Bullseye on Mar 26, 2017 20:43:18 GMT -5
Bullseye stood there as Artie's men cocked their guns, using his tongue to move the toothpick between his teeth to the other side of his mouth. He sneered, eyes nearly venomous. His eyes went to each of the men, quickly scanning for fatal openings in their stances. Seven guys. In his pocket, he grabbed seven of his playing cards and twirled them around is fingers, taking note of every weakness he saw. After all, he could tolerate a lot of things, but he wasn't about to stand for being called a Paddy.
"Right."
With one sweep of his arm, the cards flew and spun into a neck, an eye, another eye, a chest, a stomach, and a leg, dropping all of the men at once. The couple that were still alive writhed and struggled to grab their guns to follow through with their orders, but Bullseye had, by then, waltzed over and kicked them down. He picked up one of the guns and fired a single burst into each of them to finish them off.
When the men laid dead, Bullseye turned his attention back to Artie, tossing the gun to the side. "I have strict orders not t' kill ye. Fisk seems t' t'ink it's bad business, but I t'ink someone's gotta do it. An' when y' do get hit? I wan' my face t' be th' last t'ing y' see." He shoved Artie, hand square in the chest, and glared daggers into him. Christ, how he wished he had orders to kill. He knew he likely didn't intimidate Artie nearly as much as he would have liked, but it did feel good to have had an effect on the man.
Towering over him, Bullseye grinned and cracked his neck, shifting the toothpick in his mouth lazily. "Now, are we gonnae talk? Or are we gonnae keep goin' 'round in circles?"
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Post by Artie Cade on Apr 11, 2017 1:47:49 GMT -5
None of this really surprised Artie so much as annoyed him. He'd figured even his boys could riddle one man with enough holes to make him whistle on a windy day. But apparently that wasn't in the cards tonight. Still, he always did admire Bullseye's work ethic. He was efficient when he wasn't drunk. Drunk when he wasn't in need of being efficient? Maybe, the man's personal life didn't interest Artie much. Never had, probably never would.
Not being much of a physical specimen, Artie stumbled backward onto his back from the shove to his chest. He grunted from the pain it gave him, but his face morphed downward into a hateful scowl up at Bullseye. He leaned up onto his elbows and seethed for a brief time in fury...but then his fury turned to a chuckle. Which morphed into mocking laughter. Which evolved into a horrific, maniacal cackle.
"BraaaaVO!" he laughed, "Ya know, you'd be an AMAZING source of entertainment if you had your own territory."
He grinned wider.
"Ohhhh but tsk tsk tsk, ol' Wilson can't allow that can he?" Artie snapped his teeth at the man and giggled, "Ya know, that's the thing about you that I find most despicable...you're sittin' pretty where you are and you don't even wanna move up in the world."
It took some work, but Artie managed to shift himself back up onto his feet, the wide grin still threatening to crack his head in half like an egg shell.
"So sure," he said, "We can talk. As to how it might go, I can't really guess. I've been so cooperative up until now."
He lurched forward, snapping his teeth again before letting out a small laugh again at his adversary.
"My turn to ask you something," he hissed, "...why didn't you come work for me? At least tell me that first. You'd be no errand boy of mine, I can tell ya that. Stuff I hear Fisk sends you on....small potatoes. Real shame."
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Post by Spider Man on Apr 13, 2017 14:30:42 GMT -5
Spider Man was doing his usual rounds through the city when something caught his eye. It wasn't hard to mistake the sound of several dropping bodies at once. Well, he hoped it was. Maybe it was just some potatoes falling off a truck. He was tempted to pass it by, but his overwhelming sense of duty drew him over to the sound to see what was going on. He ran along the rooftops and peeked over the edge to see a gangster talking to a bald guy. He wasn't sure what exactly was going on, but he knew it couldn't be good.
Then the bald man turned around and he saw the crosshair scar on his forehead. That was Bullseye? Oh, this could be dangerous. This could be really dangerous. Still, he was here, and Bullseye was threatening .... Was that Boss Cade? Was it too late to turn around and pretend he didn't see anything? No, that wasn't what heroes did. Heroes stepped in and helped people. Even if that person was someone like Boss Cade. Although, that idea was really just messing with him.
"Hey guys!" he shouted from where he was on the wall of the building. He leapt and perched at the top of a nearby post, looking down at them. "I can't help but notice, you're kind of making a scene. Now, if it was me, I'd-WHOA" He ducked out of the way, swinging down low and landing back up on his perch just as a rock flew past his head. "Not cool, cue ball!" He looked at Artie, mask shielding his look of disbelief. "I mean, it's not just me, right? That was rude. I was just-HEY!" Another rock whizzed past his head, and he was barely able to dodge out of the way in time, but this time he hung from a web upside down. "Someone's testy."
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Post by Bullseye on Apr 27, 2017 16:20:53 GMT -5
Alright, so "small potatoes" sounded like an Irish joke, but it was an interesting idea, however veiled it was. If it was even there. From Bullseye's perspective, it sounded like Artie was suggesting very seriously that he ditch Fisk and join his team. Now, maybe he was reading that wrong, but the more he thought about it, the more his loyalties started to falter. Fisk was on his last legs.... He couldn't come back into the city until they had gotten this all figured out, and Cade was refusing to cooperate with the questions. For the briefest moment, he was seriously considering abandoning Fisk and joining Cade. Not for himself, but for Mary. He had someone to take care of now, after all. It wasn't just about himself now.
He was jolted from those thoughts, though, when he was interrupted by a kid in red and blue tights. His eyes flashed with madness as his head slowly turned in the direction of the Spider Man. He'd heard about this kid, but he hadn't seen him around. Heard the Spider kid operated mostly during the day, which begged the question: What the hell was he doing here? He didn't have the patience, after dealing with Cade, to put up with some kid, so he picked up a rock and threw it at his head. He was, of course, surprised when he missed. Spider man had ducked out of the way in the nick of time to avoid getting hit. That couldn't be repeatable, he was sure. He picked up another rock and tried again, but it had the same result. Oh, his hackles were up now.
Still, he managed to keep a lid on it. He rolled his shoulders back and rolled his neck to the side until it cracked, eyes on the kid in the mask. He picked up a third rock and kept it in his hand, gripping it tightly to keep his absolute rage in check. "Does yer mum know yer out?" he hissed. "Ain't it past yer curfew?" He had all but forgotten about his anger towards Artie for now, at least while the Spider brat was here.
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Post by Artie Cade on Apr 29, 2017 15:33:05 GMT -5
Well there was that irksome Spider-man Artie had heard so much about...wait, what was he wearing?
Artie laughed at the kid as he expertly dodged Bullseye's shots at him.
"Nice PJ's, kid!" he howled, "We'll be happy to put ya to bed if mommy can't! In a pine box, most likely."
What a joke...a skilled joke, but a joke. Some kid runnin around playin hero, as if he were Captain frickin' America himself or any of the other weirdos who took off at night and messed around with Artie's business. Not to mention the businesses he was associated with.
It all tended to roll into a big bundle of just...noise, really. Heroes. Ridiculous. What was a hero anyway? Somebody who didn't see the money right in front of 'em, theirs for the taking. That's all. These "heroes" were a thorn in the side of any self respecting gangster, hood or big time fat cat baddie and it usually felt easily controlled.
Of course now it was down to two on one, so the odds felt a bit more even.
Which gave Artie an idea.
He looked Bullseye over for a moment, then looked back up at the kid. Bullseye was usually fairly expressive and an easy enough read, real heart-on-sleeve type with most things. And he could tell right now the man's attentions were fully on this snot-nosed little punk.
But under that, Artie could tell he'd gotten to Bullseye. He'd gotten him to maybe even start considering things.
His way of things.
He permitted himself a grin and limped over beside the man, slowly drawing one of his pistols, looking up at the Spider-kid with him.
"So here's an idea," he purred, "For the sake of argument, let's squash this bug together. How's that suit ya? Don't like it, eh, I'll drop the subject. But if ya do....well there's a seat at the table for ya. You and me. Run the damn place ourselves."
He chuckled and twirled the gun in his hand. This night could be beneficial after all.
Artie fired a shot at the kid, taking to the right, figuring Bullseye would take left.
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Post by Spider Man on May 15, 2017 13:39:18 GMT -5
The mother joke was hardly appreciated. Spider Man frowned under his mask, and were he a more petty person, he might have just webbed both of their mouths shut so he wouldn't have to hear it. But he was a good superhero with good intentions, and he wasn't going to stoop to that level, even with bad guys. And these were clearly bad guys. One of them was a hired gun, and one of them was a gangster. For crying out loud, one of them was wearing a leather overcoat. It wasn't even cold out! If that wasn't a bad guy, he didn't know what was.
"Alright, alright, you guys are having fun, but let's be serious for a second, guys." He lowered himself a little more to street level, until Bullseye started throwing rocks again. He quickly swung out of the way and scrambled to the top of the pole. "Okay, there can't even be that many rocks down there! That's not cool!"
He opened his mouth to talk again, but Bullseye hit him square in the forehead. The Irishman started laughing, but slowly stopped when Spide Man wasn't keeling over, dead.
"Alright, that does it!"
He webbed the bottom of where he was perched and swung down, kicking Bullseye squarely in the chest, knocking him several feet back before he landed on the wall behind where they were standing. He looked down at Artie and webbed his feet to the ground. He knew, logically, that Artie dealt more in firearms. But at least this way, he couldn't run and get into a better position.
He smirked and waved at Artie. "What's the matter? Little stuck?" They were going to make jokes at his expense? He was going to make jokes back. That's how banter worked, right? Hell if he knew, he was still new to this whole game.
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Post by Bullseye on May 16, 2017 21:21:39 GMT -5
The hired gun looked at Artie, first in contempt, then with a smirk. Bullseye hated that Artie had gotten to him. He hated that he was starting to formulate his own plans for once, because how was he going to explain that to the big guy? This was the crossroads he found himself at. He wondered if Artie had found himself at the same crossroads back when he was a hired gun. It made sense. At some point, just killing people wasn't enough. But that wasn't what this was. Bullseye liked killing people. But with where things were at now, someone had to step up to the plate, and he seemed to be the only one with balls enough to consider it.
And he hated Artie for putting the idea in his head.
"We take care o' th' bug t'gether. T'en we talk," he agreed.
As Artie went right, Bullseye went left, picking up a few more rocks on the way. The kid started smarting off again, and he smirked. Well, at least the kid had his idea of what banter meant, even if it was annoying as hell. As the spider started to lower down to the street, he threw three more rocks, one right after the other in quick succession. He was getting more and more irritated that the Spider was able to dodge them, so with all of his might, he threw one more and finally hit his mark.
He burst into laughter as Spider Man started to topple, eyes closed from the force of the laughter. But it died when he realized Spider Man wasn't falling. He wasn't dead. He had survived. The light in his eyes flashed from amusement to rage. He growled, but he didn't have much time to act before Spider Man's feet connected with his chest, knocking him backward into a dumpster.
He spent several moments completely dazed. He tried to pick himself back up, but everything started to crack when he moved. Oh, that didn't feel good. It took him a lot longer than it usually did. The kid packed a whollop. Which meant .... shit. If it hurt him this much, Artie was in serious trouble. He groaned and made himself stand up. He was going to have to be the punching bag, and Artie was going to have to get in the shots. He hated this.
"Oi! Captain Pants! Where'd y' learn t' kick? Me grandmother?" He was still doubled over trying to catch his breath, but here he was, trying to provoke the kid into attacking him again. "Yer mum's gotta teach ye t' t'row a punch better."
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