Thread: Superheroine romance (superheroinevengeance, casketslinger)

Clint listened as the pretty young woman prattled on with questions as he bound her. He could tell she probably thought he was just another stupid hired thug by the way she was speaking to him and the truth was that he wasn't super bright, but he wasn't a baffoon either. He kept his mouth shut and finished binding her. When she started to protest about being groped he raised an eyebrow at her, Clint was many things and some of those things weren't very good, but he was certainly no rapist. She eventually settled down when she realized that he wanted to bandage her wound and that made him feel a little less guilty. The truth was he really didn't know why he'd grabbed her during the shoot out. The urge had simply overtaken him whe he saw the bullets flying by her body and his own body reacted. It could have been those pretty blue eyes though, they were damn near mezmerizing and even now as he looked at her he wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss her. Eyes or no eyes though, he had certainly gotten himself into a world of shit by pulling the stunt. He wasn't sure which bad choice the Boss was going to be more pissed about, they fact that he'd kidnapped a girl when no orders had been given to do so, or the fact that he'd pulled one of the Boss' other henchmen out of the car and left him for the police to apprehend. Probably both, but only time would tell. Thank you... She said as he finished wrapping the cut. Your really sweet! She said with a shy smile. Your not like the rest of them are you? Zoe asked in a calm demeanor that didn't seem normal for a girl that had just been involved in a serious shoot out and then kidnapped. You're.....You are welcome. He stated softly in his deep baritone voice. My name is ....Clint. He started to say and then shut himself up. That was stupid, why the hell had he just told her his name? Nobody knew his real name and that's the way he kept it but now here he was telling the very last person he should be telling his actual first name. Please don't tell anyone that... He added in. A knock came at the door and one of the henchmen stuck his head in. Hey, guess who's back? Ramirez wants to see you and he looks pretty pissed man! The henchman said with a smile on his face. Alright tell him I'll be right there! Knuckleduster answered, turning his head away from Zoe and toward the door. He said for you to come right away, I wouldn't keep him waiting man, he looks furious! The henchman retorted. I said I'll be right there! Knuckleduster growled at him and the man pulled his head back out of the doorway and left Clint and Zoe alone again. Clint turned his head back to her with a small quaint smile on his handsome face. Looks like I'm in some pretty big trouble over you. Not that it's your fault, but I didn't want you getting shot up. You're too pretty to die like that. I guess I really wasn't thinking when I grabbed you, but I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you. My Boss may want to try and ransome you for some quick loot, but no matter what I promise I'll protect you Zoe. Please do me a favor and sit tight, I'll be back in a little bit and maybe we can talk then. Clint said in his gentlest voice. He then stood and started toward the door but stopped before he reached it. He turned around and stared at her for a second, the small smile growing on his face. You know, you look familiar....I know you've been on the TV cause of the Olympics but I don't watch much TV. It's like I've seen you somewhere before, but I can't place it....Huh, strange. He said and held up his hand in front of his face in order to cover the view of her eyes so that he could only see the bottom half of her face. Yeah, I'm sure I've seen you somewhere before...I'll think about it and maybe it'll come to me. Be right back Zoe He added and then left the room. Outside in the hallway the henchmen and Ramirez's personal bodyguards were gathered, they all eyed Knuckleduster as he approached. Clint pushed through them and could practically feel their eyes burning into him as he passed. He knew none of them were happy about him throwing one of their own to the cops over a stupid piece of 'tail'. Knuckleduster opened the office door and stepped in, walking to the center of the big ornately decorated office, where he stood with his hands clasp in front of him and his head down. You wanted to see me sir? Ramirez was sitting in his huge comfy desk chair with his back to Knuckleduster. Large plumes of thick cigar smoke rose from his mouth and hovered over the back of the chair. Yes....Yes I did....I was wondering WHAT IN THE FUCK YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING OUT THERE TODAY?!! Eddy worked himself up into a screaming fit and spun his chair around to face his subordinate and slammed his clenched fist down on the mahogany desk to accentuate his point. I am sorry sir, I don't know what came over me. I was doing what you told me and blocking the cop's gunfire then I saw the girl, she's just an innocent young woman and I didn't want her to get hit so I just....well I guess I wasn't thinking. Clint replied. oooh I see, Because I pay you to rescue women? Is that what I pay you for dumbfuck? Eddy asked sarcastically. No sir, you don't. Clint answered Do I pay you to bring epic amounts of heat on my organization by kidnapping a well known celebrity? Eddy asked again this time some of the sarcasm had been replaced by broiling anger. No of course not sir. Clint answered through clenched teeth. Well then please remind me why and for what I pay you for? Ramirez asked, angrily snubbing out his cigar in the ashtray. You pay me to protect you and your men from gunfire because I have bulletproof skin, sir Clint answered honestly. That's fucking right you fucking halfwit! I pay you to stand in front of bullets because you are too dumb to do any-fucking-thing else. My adviser warned me, He said 'Eddy, I think paying a bit more on the open market for a metahuman with some other attributes like super strength or speed or fucking laser vision, might be a better call in the long run' and I said, 'yeah but this guy is half the price and he's still bulletproof, we can use him for something.'. But I never in a million fucking years would have guessed that you would go rogue and pull some shit like you did today! NEVER! Now we're gonna have the police up our asses any fucking minute and here we've got a fucking celebrity twat sitting in my supposedly legitimate club! Ramirez screamed at Clint, spittle flying from the corners of his mouth. I am sorry sir, I will take care of it. Clint pleaded. Oooh you will? How fucking pray tell to you plan to take care of it? Cause how I'd usually take care of it is by shooting you in the fucking head, as well as that pretty little piece of pussy you nabbed and then sinking the both of you into Liberty City Bay! But shooting you will just waste ammunition and killing her still don't fix the fact that a bunch of people saw you grab her and jump into a car head for my club! Ramirez snarled, pulling his .45 from his desk and tapping the barrel on the desk top. No need for that sir. I can take her to my place, I'll hide her till the heat settles down and then we can ransom her off, maybe make some money out of all this mess. Clint answered, but the truth was that he had no intention of keeping Zoe captive. He figured after he kept her until the police backed off then let her go and hope for the best. Yeah Ramirez would be pissed but what could he really do to Knuckleduster? Clint might end up having to get a new job but atleast Zoe would be safe. Oh, you gonna take her home and keep her all to yourself huh? No I don't think so, Bring that little bitch in here. I want to have some words with her in private. Ramirez said coldly. She's all tied up boss and the cops will prolly be here within the hour. Clint said trying to dissuade his Boss's cruel intentions. So untie her and bring her in here fuckwit! DO IT NOW! Ramirez growled and Clint reluctantly went to get her.