Clint groans at the kick to his stomach, and though it hurts, the next thing Bullseye will hear is...laughter.
"You...don't know where you're goin' do you? You're so pathetic, it's laughable. Now, I'm no good at impression...but I learned a little somethin' about you when I researched who Osborn had take up my costume.
You'd be a real bad-ass if you had a set, Bullseye. Problem is, the only time you're ever really dangerous is when no one sees you comin'. You get off on that whole 'strike first' thing. Yeah, you can hit anything you aim at...unless it sees you comin'. How many times has Daredevil kicked your tail up and down Hell's Kitchen?
How many people do you sign up for jobs with that pay you to fail against anyone with a little bit of training?" Clint mocks.
Bullseye does find some Traveler's checks and Clint's costume.
"You wore that costume for months and all you could really do is be Bullseye playin' dress-up." Clint says.
"So, no. I ain't tellin' you nothin' about the job. Ignorance is bliss, and you look real happy right now, so I won't ruin it for you."
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