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.

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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.

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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.

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