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Never bring a... stick? to a gang fight.

marvel_year_one - (quiver_for_hire)

06:48pm 02/09/2013

Heading out of the bar's doors, Clint pocketed his night's winnings with a whistle and lost the drunken slouch he had had not five minutes ago. There was either groceries or rent for another few days, easy money. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he spun on his heel to head home for the night. It was a quiet walk, most nights, and he didn't usually worry much about being bothered the half dozen blocks between bar and home. He wasn't stupid, however, he did keep both ears open as he threaded through the shadowy streets.

tags: clint barton, matt murdock

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quiver_for_hire

12:55am 06/09/2013 (UTC)

Clint let the nunchuck guy do his thing and squared off with the ones edging away from said guy in fear. Not that he could blame them, but who was he to let a chance go by. He grabbed one, threw him into the wall, and then punched him in the rebound. And he was feeling buzzed enough to be enjoying this. "Got anymore friends, boys?"

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hero_at_law

01:54am 07/09/2013 (UTC)

Whoever this guy was, he was good. Matt could smell the alcohol on his breath, but he moved like a fighter.

He took another guy out with a well placed blow. "Anyone else?"

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quiver_for_hire

08:46pm 07/09/2013 (UTC)

The gang member were now in a bit of a conundrum: run and lose their man cards or stay and lose their teeth. The less eager were already edging to the street while the skirmish unfolded. Clint looked down at the ones not getting up, resisting the urge to kick one. "I suppose it's agains the rules to rifle them for any loose cash, right?"

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hero_at_law

10:29pm 07/09/2013 (UTC)

Daredevil tossed his billy club, managing to bounce it off several skulls, taking down some of the runners. It returned to his hand with a perfect catch.

"Probably," he said. "Can I count on you to alert the local authorities?"

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quiver_for_hire

10:18pm 08/09/2013 (UTC)

Clint scoffed, as if weighing out the idea of it. "So you aren't? Yeah, yeah, I'll call." He edged around the bodies dragging them and taking their belts for make shift cuffs. "Don't want them following me home. And uh, thanks. You know for the assist."

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hero_at_law

10:36pm 08/09/2013 (UTC)

"Anytime," Daredevil said.

With that, he fired the grapnel from his billy club and reeled himself skyward, tossing off a small salute as he left.

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quiver_for_hire

11:03pm 08/09/2013 (UTC)

Clint watched the guy fly off into the night, no kidding. "This will keep me from drinking for a few days," he mused and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Shaking himself over, he headed back into the streets to get home.

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