FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
"he does that anyway." Steve pointed out, looking amused before he was shot, blinking, a bit startled to find himself on the ground. it didn't hurt, not really, it was sort of numb. was he dying? it didn't feel like ding. it felt like- "i'm in shock...." Steve mumbled, blinking again. he knew this wouldn't kill him. even if they'd have to have surgery later to remove the bullet he wouldn't die, his wound was already closing over. "Stop." another, familiar voice ordered. it was Grant, the soft white scar broken open, red and bruised from his own fight against the machine. "They want that one alive." Grant's voice was toneless, empty, he didn't know her. didn't recognize her. James scowled but dropped the gun. "He is not dead." "he doesn't matter." Grant said, examining Steve. "he won't be able to follow anyway. he's too hurt. grab the woman. we need to leave before the others come for them." "Too late." Clint said, Bow drawn sitting atop the restaurant. Grant scowled up at him. "Come on Buddy. you know me. it's Clint, you remember me right?" "of course. Phil Coulson's whore. who could forget?" "...ouch." Clint muttered, wincing even if he knew pretty much everyone felt that way.