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ཐིཋྀ #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐌
#𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 ཐིཋྀ
“This city’s a costume party, man,” Moth mutters as he walks in, helmet tucked under one arm. “You didn’t say nothin’ about three capes bein’ on the board.” He doesn’t waste time stepping closer.
“Spider-Man and »
» and limps down the street until he spots someone worse off -- someone twitchy.
Moth snatches it without a word. Quick flick. Flame danced. Off comes the helmet; a snapped beak. This killer needed to blend in.
“Thanks.” Then the coat -- a tattered one. Abandoned on a »
» Curiosity passed over through his mind--what exactly would it take to crack someone like him?
“Wake up, Bullseye,” He crouched down, the modulated voicebox of his helmet emitting like a ghost from the hit movie Scream. Yes, that movie.
“Where is he?”
already two steps ahead, focused solely on extraction. Yet, even he couldn’t resist firing back a cutting remark.
“For someone so completely clueless, Spider-Man, you sure talk a good game,” likely a voice box Spidey would figure. “Be glad I didn’t have my Misfits tag along.” »
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ཐིཋྀ #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐌
#𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 ཐིཋྀ
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dragging Bullseye across the loading bay, leaving a slick, glistening smear of blood in their wake. Spider-Man’s incessant banter was little more than white noise buzzing in the background.
Moth’s mind was »
That’s all that mattered.
“Let’s get you out of here.
You know... I read up on you. I know what you can do and I’m impressed -- but Daredevil is a problem, isn’t he?
Maybe I can help -- After you help us.” Looking back as he hauled Bullseye toward the exit.
Bullseye, a baritone laugh came from his helmet’s voice box as he unlatched the bloody bandit’s bandolier.
Without a word, moth hooked his hands under Bullseye’s arms, pulling him with a heft. The marksman was a mess; bloodied, and bruised, but breathing nonetheless. »
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moth fired his cocoon gun, the weapon releasing a web-like net that shot across the space to wrap itself around Daredevil’s torso. The sticky threads solidified, a shimmering net of entrapment that would hold the blind »
