bullseye_ (bullseye_) wrote in marvel_legends,
@ 2011-04-20 18:35:00

Entry tags:

"to kill a mockingbird", bullseye, hawkeye, mockingbird

It wasn't that long a drive out of the cesspits of Utah into the even more arid, but far more entertaining deserts of Las Vegas, Nevada. Hard to believe they was both settled by the Mormons, hah? Someone musta gotten their messages lost somewhere. Bullseye doesn't have to think which ones he prefers.

The man he's got tied up like a hog in the back of his van is quiet for the moment, but that won't last long. That's alright. Bullseye has some questions he needs answered anyway. Pulling over into a restaurant parking lot, he gets out, opens the back door - careful to make sure his hostage is still unconscious and not waiting to jump him - climbs in and locks back up.

He'll need the suit - if Barton doesn't have it on him, he'll get ahold of one. But first and foremost, he needs answers.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

	dodge_this_shot 2011-04-22 03:08 am UTC (link)
	Clint really doesn't have anywhere to go, but he's not going to let Bullseye skewerh him here, if he can help it. He tries to drive both of his feet into Bullseye's stomach, but his injuries force a miscalculation, and he ends up attempting a kick at the man's kneecaps. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

bullseye_
2011-04-22 04:58 am UTC (link)

Bullseye jukes his legs to the left to avoid the kneecapping, though his right gets grazed by Clint's right foot. The blow is painful, but not unmanageably so.

Growling through gritted teeth, Bullseye's upper body swings around in a counterbalance, only now the large knife is now poised over the other man's gut. If he moved five inches, it would be embedded in Hawkeye's leg instead, and although he doesn't want to kill him... yet... Lester starts to cackle at the irony.

Clinty-boy shoulda just taken the knife in the shoulder.

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

dodge_this_shot
2011-04-23 01:01 am UTC (link)

Clint freezes as he feels the knife against his stomach. He would love to be untied and free to grab something and kick Bullseye's ass all over wherever the hell they are with it, but he can't.

He can't do anything and /that/ bothers him nearly as much as not being able to warn Bobbi.

"You better kill me, Bullseye, and then you better run. Because if I get out of here before you do, you'll wish you had." Clint says through gritted teeth, before he relaxes, giving up the fight...

for the moment.

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

bullseye_
2011-04-25 04:01 am UTC (link)

The knife slides into Clint's stomach no more than three or four inches before Hawkeye retracts it. "Killin' you outright's not so much fun as lettin' you die nice and slow," he said, nonchalantly wiping the blade on his pants. Grabbing Clint's duffle bag, he dragged it with him to the end of the van and opened the back doors.

He'd parked with the rear of the vehicle up against a fence grown over with vines, affording them some cover, which came in handy now as he changed out of his own clothes and into Hawkeye's costume "Now, I'm not one 'a those right-wing guys with a agenda, like that nutball Osborn, gotta tell everyone what they oughta do, but it would really make this experience for me? If while you're lyin' here bleedin' to death, you think about the fact that at that very moment, I'll be killing your pretty wife." He slung the bow and quiver of arrows over his shoulder. "And I'll be doin' her a hell of a lot more slowly than I did you."

Bullseye grinned toothily.

Closing the rear doors, he went around to the side, facing the rear of the parking lot and yet another vined fence, and opened it. Disconnecting the jumper cables holding his bike in place, Bullseye slid it out and onto the ground, activating the pre-programmed GPS his contact had given him. He would have like to have stayed an questioned Clint longer, just for the pleasure of torturing him, if nothing else, but time was running short. He didn't want to be too late.

"I'll give the wife a kiss for ya'," he laughed, just before slamming the door shut on the bleeding man. "Bet she'll like it."

Seconds later, he was on the road again, heading for the meet point.

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

dodge_this_shot
2011-04-25 05:50 am UTC (link)

Clint does his best not to scream as the blade slides into him, though he does groan in pain. Bullseye's words only infuriate him more, and he tries to get himself free, though the wound throbs with each passing second.

That bastard is gonna kill Bobbi...and there's nothin' I can do about it.

Not unless he can get out of here.

Clint begins to struggle against his bonds, praying that he can get free before he dies from blood loss.

(Reply to this)(Parent)

(Read comments) -

scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status