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

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"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_
2011-04-26 05:37 am UTC (link)

Bullseye doesn't actually believe he's going to fool a spy into believing he's her husband - especially once he opens his mouth; Lester's more a Bronx boy, where Clint's a clear Midwesterner. But she's got a gun aimed at him, and he's got a gun aimed at her, slightly more out of sight, and he hopes she'll either be too surprised by the costume to notice right away, or that she will notice, realize what it means, and keep her stupid trap shut, if she knows what's good for her.

"Courier," he says, grinning as he holds up the case.

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mocks_you
2011-04-26 08:41 am UTC (link)

She's lived for several years on an alien planet as both a prisoner and a fugitive where everyone else there is a shapeshifter. One thing she's good at is noticing the details. Like that costume is authentic. There's a place that's worn from Clint's habit of rubbing his hand on his thigh to make sure his bow fingers are dry. It's not much but she can see it.

Then she's kicking at the imposter's head because whoever this is has Clint...maybe dead hopefully alive...but he's here to either take or kill the man she's protecting and that isn't going to happen if she can help it!

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bullseye_
2011-04-26 08:21 pm UTC (link)

He was expecting a reaction, but not quite a boot to the head reaction. Luckily, he was planning on ducking either way.

Bending backward beneath the swipe of her leg, Bullseye catches the heel of her boot across his forehead, and swears through his teeth. He doesn't want to give up the game yet to the dealer inside.

Continuing the turn till he's within arms reach of the doorknob, Bullseye reaches out and pulls the door closed, just in time to prepare himself for whatever her next attack might be. Before she can do anything though, he speaks through a grin in a low voice, filled with amusement.

"I'd think carefully before you do that again, pretty bird. We're wastin' valuable time here - time your ever lovin' is quickly running out of - if you take my meaning."

Rubbing his forehead, feeling for blood, Bullseye almost seemed to have lost interest in her when he asked, "In your shoes, I'd be asking myself what's more important - that piece of shit arms dealer your getting paid to protect? Or the husband who's bleeding out from a gut wound in a place he won't be found till it way too late to help him?"

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mocks_you
2011-04-26 08:38 pm UTC (link)

Her first instinct was to scream in frustration and put her fist through the wall. Then maybe hand over the man she was supposed to protect to get Clint back. She wanted to do anything for him but she knew damn well if she handed over a life for his it would just put them further apart.

But he wouldn't be dead would he?

Instead she had to think. "What are you suggesting?" She gritted her teeth for the fact he'd called her pretty bird.

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bullseye_
2011-04-27 03:23 pm UTC (link)

"It's real simple, sweetheart," he promises her. "All you gotta do is-"

Something moves in his peripheral vision - first right, then left, and Bullseye says, "Aw, shit," as he draws the two guns at either hip. Crossing his arms, he fires on the security guards on each side as they move in to tackle him, flipping backwards as he does so.

The gunfire draws more guards, but this time, Bullseye is prepared - both with weapons, and a fierce grin. "Show me what ya got," he shouts.

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mocks_you
2011-04-27 03:55 pm UTC (link)

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Bobbi threw herself back from the door to be out of range of gunfire. Bulletproof these walls weren't!

There was a tiny window in the bathroom but it was the balcony she wanted. She grabbed Ali by the arm and dragged him with her through the room and out the glass door. "Change of plan. Hope you don't mind heights!" The gun was holstered and she flipped the end of a drag line onto the balcony rail. "Hold on because letting go would really suck. Hit the ground running back to the vehicle. Once you're inside hit the radio and just say birdy needs backup they'll take care of the rest." She tucked the keyfob into his pocket with a little pat. "I'll keep things occupied here."

Not that he really had an option as she wrapped the line around his waist and shoved him over the balcony. The drag line would keep him from falling too fast and hopefully while she was playing with the jerk he'd get the back up and be locked in the vehicle safely. Twitchy could auto drive it if need be.

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legends_misc
2011-04-29 12:38 am UTC (link)

"Wait, what do you mean---AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

This is all that Ali gets out as he's sent down the dragline. Later, if he lives through this, he will consider this the best move that Mockingbird could have made, because he doesn't want to be anywhere near that psycho.

When he gets to the car, he gets inside and radios for help, just like she told him.

Then he starts the car and gets the hell out of there.

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bullseye_
2011-04-29 04:30 am UTC (link)

Bullseye is annoyed. These guards are wasting his time, and the bird is prob'ly getting away with the arms dealer while he's back here, being held up by the Keystone Kops of the Security Industry.

He's picking off these guys like it's a game of Whack-a-Mole, and fun as it is to shoot their chubby little heads off and watch their brains ooze out their ears - Lester ain't gettin' paid for moles. He's getting paid for a bird, and the snake in the grass arms dealer she's protecting.

Huh. A snake. That gives him an idea for how to slot the guy; maybe he'll bash his head in, instead of shooting him. That's how you took care of snakes, right? Birds on the other hand; birds did get shot. But there were a lot of things you could do with birds. Bullseye grins. The possibilities are endless.

He's just gotta get away from these morons, first. Running around a corner, Bullseye darts into an alley alongside the building, then quickly scales the fence into the neighboring street. It the back of a restaurant, and the kitchen door is open, letting the loud noise come through. Pulling the pin on one of his grenades, he tosses it back over the fence so that it lands among the garbage bags he'd used to climb out, and walks away, just as he hears voices enter the alley at the other end.

When the explosion comes, Bullseye is back on the sidewalk, heading back to the main street to find Birdy and his target.

Around the corner shrieks a van with a Middle Eastern man at the wheel, his hands not on the steering wheel, which is nevertheless driving on it's own.

"GOD DAMMIT!" Bullseye shouts. "FUCKIN' A! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON THAT BITCH, I'M GONNA KILL HER SO MANY TIMES..." Bullseye inhales, clenching and unclenching his fists. Anger isn't gonna help him right now. He's got leverage.

Returning to where they'd began, Bullseye bursts into the room in a fury, guns at the ready. "Marco?" he snarls.

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mocks_you
2011-04-29 08:47 am UTC (link)

She'd accomplished what she wanted...hopefully...and got Ali out of range. There was anger instead of any kind of gloating from him and that means her care package is probably on its way to safety courtesy of Twitchy. Of course now she had to keep the others from getting involved to keep Clint safe.

"Polo." She stood in the middle of the room with her battle staves out and ready in each hand while poised to move just in case he started firing. "So what was it you were trying to say while they were attempting to blow your head off?"

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bullseye_
2011-04-30 04:03 am UTC (link)

"You just killed your husband, pretty bird," Bullseye snarls, drawing a bead on her. "Just killed yourself, too."

Taking a menacing step closer, his anger melts into a grin of fervent anticipation. "Course, this might not work out too bad after all," Bullseye mutters. "I was only looking forward to killing Ali today. Since he got away, I've got two other birds to stuff and mount."

A thoughtful look enters Bullseye's eyes. "I wonder if anyone's tried that these days; mountin' a human head as a trophy? Doesn't seem too smart, does it? Let's see... I don't usually take souvenirs, but considering this is a double bonus for me, how about..." He looks Bobbi over for a moment. "Fingers, toes... they go bad to fast. A tongue - could preserve it, but ain't much to look at. There's alway's the eye's, but they're very delicate.

"Which brings us to the hair." Bullseye grins. That's it - " He puts away his guns and pulls out a couple of throwing knives. "I'm not gonna shoot you; not unless I have to. No, I'm gonna fucking scalp the shit out of you and leave you here to bleed to death, alone, just like your husband, unless you think maybe you wanna get smart about this and START WORKIN' WITH ME HERE!"

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mocks_you
2011-04-30 01:55 pm UTC (link)

"You might be surprised how non-motivating it is to threaten to scalp me then say I need to work with you." She backed up a half step to keep a little distance between them and twirled one of her staves lightly in her hand.

"Tell you what Einstein how about I explain the whole part where I just asked you what you were trying to tell me when they started shooting. That means I'm asking what the plan is. Obviously you have a plan...or possibly I'm giving you too much credit...at any rate one washed up weapons dealer is too small of a fishy for you to be this pissed off about so what do you want?"

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bullseye_
2011-04-30 05:34 pm UTC (link)

"I want to get the job done," he answers, as if this should have been obvious. "I want my money, and I want that puny little trout you let slip through your scrawny fingers, to be wanderin' the desert naked by morning, with just one 'a these," he indicates one of his knives. "For company.

"So you can either quit wasting my time, and yours, and Clinty-boy's, may I remind you, and help your dear ol' 'Hawkeye' find this asshole," he says, looking rather smug at calling himself Hawkeye. "Or you can keep up the bad cop routine - which is very good, by the way - in which case, we're back to me scalping you, Clinty-boy bleedin' out like a stuck pig, and then me going after Trout man anyway, so he'll still be dead, one way or the other, pretty bird."

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