𖣠 Bullseye

“So I said to her, ‘No, I am a messenger of death!’ You should have seen the look on her face. Heh-Heh… Anyway, she won’t be seeing age six.”

“All these clones comin’ outta the woodwork since I took my li’l holiday. But boy am I too busy drownin’ in Colombian pussy. I just can’t bear to leave yet.”

Cyclops’ Unit — Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. #𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐌 𓊖 #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐌 Magik’s disc pulsed like a dying star yearning for a release, the edges ragged with residual heat. It was certain to gather eyes on the group. Scott held long enough for his crimson hues to gauge >

Phoenix Unit — Roma, Italia. #𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐌 𓊖 #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐌 —Rome’s sky is cloudless, but the air vibrates like thunder. The Colosseum’s western wall is gone, devoured by a jagged cavity that split the earth beneath it. Tourists vanished overnight. Media footage >

two silhouettes are visible. security feeds flicker across the screens. ⠀⠀⠀⠀she leans back just enough for her mouth to ghost close to his ear.〝 two inside. do you know how to do stealth knock outs, recruit .ᐣ 〞 「 #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐌 ⸝ #𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 」

[ . . . ] a little round nose and whiskers, right across the glass—lined up perfectly with where 𝘩𝘪𝘴 face is as he looks back at her. 「 #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐌 ⸝ #𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 」

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ㅤ The idea of him was once a rumor. Those in the outside said it was 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 for one man to be responsible for everything. Fortunately for New York's underbelly however — the Kingpin is very 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. And he keeps them alive.

⠀ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. ( solo 𝘐. ) #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐌 ✘ #𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 ⠀

I drop to my belly, the rifle’s grip feels orgasmic in my hands. I need this Through the scope, his tanned skin is all lines and sweat. I hold my breath an’ let the crosshairs kiss his oily temple. The trigger gives with a delicate click, and the round rips through brain.

“Spider-bitch.”

-- the imagination is rarely piqued anymore in him. but he enjoys the small slip from reality. unfortunately, he was still standing here. still being traded. still wishing he could die. 【 #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐌 / #𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 】

ㅤ "But if you are stopped — I suspect something to this degree will be 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 eye-catching among our enemies — you are on your own. My risks are my own. Yours will be your own in turn. Do we have a deal?" 【 #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐌 / #𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 】

-- B makes way for Kingpins right hand once more, a handkerchief in hand as he picks the brain from knuckle. " just what the hell do we need him for anyway? " he finally pipes up, not exactly /trying/ to hide his volume. 【 #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐌 / #𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 】

ㅤ "...I've seen comebacks from worse. I have done it myself. If it's cooperation and not division you wish to see in the inevitable 𝐰𝐚𝐫 this will cause, you'll do better than threaten to cut me out. Tell me more." 【 #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐌 / #𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 】

“How many times I gotta tell ya, hornhead—It’s Bullseye. Get it right an’ maybe I’ll let that family I’m watchin’ live.” Who’m I kiddin’... That family I stuffed in the RV out in the Grand Canyon? Packed ‘em in like sardines. Shit, you could hear ‘em screamin’ for miles.

“Kinda hot.”

“Didn’t peg you for someone who’d get off on a little mayhem.” Closer now, gazin’ over this fancy-schmancy dress. I can’t help but linger on that shudder he can’t hide. “That little shiver of yours… bet it feels good, huh? Like stickin’ a knife in and twisting just right.”

The screams and crunching metal from the pileup fade into background noise, like a song I’ve heard too many times. I tilt my head, eyeing the other with somethin’ cruel an’ curious, like a cat sizing up a half-dead mouse. “Well, damn, buttercup,” I drawl, syrupy with mockery. ~