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_ 2011-05-05 12:34 am UTC (link)
	"We can always take your hu-," Bullseye paused with his trademark grin. "We can always take my bike," he suggested. "It's how I got here, it's right outside." She may not like it, but for the time being at least, he and blondie were working together, and during that time, she'd have to identify him as her husband, the idiot Hawkeye. "It'll be quicker." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mocks_you 2011-05-05 07:59 pm UTC (link)
	To say she clenched her teeth would be to put it mildly. "Fine." Clint would be familiar with that tone and usually tried to go in the other direction when it came out. "Forget the transport but stand by." She clicked off the communicator again. "Let's go." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	bullseye_ 2011-05-06 01:56 am UTC (link)
	Yeah, well, Lester wasn't Clint. Opening the door, he held it open, bowing to her chivalrously. "After you, my dear." The bike was still parked where he'd left it, a block or so down. Starting it, Bullseye grinned to himself as he waited for her to climb on. There were days when he loved his job more than others. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	mocks_you 2011-05-12 10:01 am UTC (link)
	With a look of distaste she got on the bike and balanced herself to hold onto as little of him as possible. "Head southeast. I'll tell you when to turn." (Reply to this)(Parent)

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