The Hit(men) Just Keep Coming

[ngm_assassin]

It took a bit of scouting to find a rooftop with the right vantage point for the job he was employed for. One Marcelo Alencar da Silva had a big price on his head. Bullseye meant to collect on it. He had been contacted by Assassin Nation after one of the regular stable of killers failed.

The man dressed mostly in red wasn't the first one to have this moniker, but he planned on doing better than his predecessor. He set up his rifle on a rooftop a half mile away from the mark's penthouse apartment. Bullseye sniffed at the hot New York City air as he sighted the killzone. There were very soft metallic clinks beneath his flowing red overcoat.

He had strict instructions to leave the mark's wife unharmed. As she was a mutant, Bullseye figured distance would be the best buffer he could use when he blew da Silva's brains out. It gave him a chance to prepare at worst or the time to disappear at best.

He chambered his specially designed cartridge. Bullseye looked down his telescopic sight and waited. The happy newlywed should show up soon. The assassin had seen the mark's wife pass by the killzone not too long ago.

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[pyroprincess]

Stephanie leaned in to give him another kiss, and then got her bag and opened the door.

"I'm hoping there won't be any." She looked at him for a moment. "Are you good to drive or would you rather I do the driving?" Usually Marcelo drove when they were together, but she wanted to make sure he felt up to it.

[vesper_verde]

"Unless we plan on going in a straight line the entire time, you drive. I'll navigate." He did have a good idea about the layout of New York. His mental map did have some holes in it from lack of patrolling in those areas.

He put his hand to his side and headed out the door. "I'm sorry, by the way."

[pyroprincess]

"You don't need to apologize." Stephanie replied. "I knew that this could happen ... and I have a sinking feeling my father is behind this." She paused speaking for a minute as she pressed the 'down' button on the elevator.

"But apology accepted, anyway. Just wait until you get home and I can spoil you. No patrolling until you're healed, though." She looked at him seriously.

[vesper_verde]

"Well, the sniper was a half-mile away, facing toward our home. If there was some other prime target between there and here, I can't think of one. Your father still has a bounty on my head and hates everything I represent." Which was one of the reasons he had pulled the plug on an earlier relationship. Paternal hate hadn't driven him away from Stephanie.

"I can't patrol anyway until I fix my suit. There shouldn't have been a gap there." His brows knit together. Maybe when he reinforced over his chest and back wounds it had made something shift. "I messed up something somehow."

[pyroprincess]

Stephanie couldn't help but look away for a moment. She knew it was true- had even brought it up, but it was still hard to hear it. That the man whom she'd once idolized, fantasized about taking her away from her childhood would turn out to be even crueller and harsher than any of her Spanish relatives.

She felt like an idiot and a sucker. She wanted revenge, but didn't know how or when she would ever- if it was even appropriate.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out." Stephanie replied, glad for even the slightest shift in conversation.

[vesper_verde]

He glanced over at his wife, catching her looking away. He looked back at the elevator numbers and swallowed. Marcelo was usually careful about mentioning her father. He hated seeing her in pain.

"Mil perdões," he mumbled before licking his lips. Then it was back to regular volume.

"I'll need to replace some tubing while I'm at it. My field testing has been more thorough than I thought." He paused. "No barbeque ribs after, I think."

[pyroprincess]

Stephanie nodded and leaned into him a little, on his good side.

"No barbecue ribs." Stephanie ghosted back at him. "Why don't we try that Ethiopian takeout place we're always wanting to get food from? I've heard good things about it."

[vesper_verde]

He slipped an arm around her as she leaned against him. It felt better than holding his own side.

"That sounds good. If it's terrible, I can just eat you later." He smiled innocently.

He was going to try anything to distract her from the darker bits of their life at the moment.

[pyroprincess]

It worked.

"Mmm. I like the thought of that." Stephanie grinned. "Though seeing as you're the one who needs a little extra care today ..." She quirked her eyebrows slightly.

"I mean, what sort of nurse would I be and not take care of you?"

[vesper_verde]

Marcelo laughed. Which hurt. So, it wasn't a very long laugh.

"No Symkarian mercenaries to walk in on us either. I think, querida, we can take care of each other." He kissed her temple. "I'll rate the quality of care with my own two fingers."

[pyroprincess]

Stephanie would normally have poked him at this particular juncture. That seemed inappropriate, though, because he'd just been poked in a very more violent, bloody way.

"Serves her right for not knocking." Stephanie replied with a smirk, before impulsively kissing him again. "I'm certain, but you come first tonight."

[vesper_verde]

The elevator dinged at them. Good thing he was wounded or he would have locked the elevator. And then tried to find a way to block the security camera. That... was more complicated and less sexy then he had originally thought.

"Amo-te." Nights like tonight, he sometimes felt he didn't say it enough. He waited for the elevator door to open.

[pyroprincess]

The elevator obligingly opened, and they were free to leave.

"Mi amor." Stephanie murmured back softly as she kissed his neck. "Come on, let's go, we've got an appointment to make."

[vesper_verde]

"Or show up and pay for a month's operating costs." He knew exactly which clinic to go to. It was a little out of the way, but it was run by people who wanted to help. As opposed to a front for any of the gangs he spent his night fighting.

His strides weren't as large as they normally were. He was starting to realize how connected his side was to everything else. But he was moving along decently.

"It will be a small drive, but I know a good place with no questions asked."