Thread: Spider's Bite [SilverScar X translucentfeathers]

I think it's fair to say the situation has changed a fair amount since our initial conversation Deathstroke smirked, his gaze glancing down at the locked embrace the pair seemed to have found themselves in Typically when I have my opponent's pinned, it's done so in a different manner...a sentiment I'm sure you'll agree with His smirk widened at his remarks, as if speaking his own private joke just for her ears. Charm wasn't quite his forte, but the larger man found that in these situations, all you needed was confidence. It was a shame though, his opponents words looked to be the signal that the pleasurable portion of the evening was now at an end and business was to resume. But don't worry...I know just what to do And then everything went white. It would take Natasha only a few moments to regain her senses but in that time, Deathstroke would have vanished. Leaning against the wall, any evidence of the lovers embrace the two had shared were gone, and only the data ship inside the SHIELD console, along with the pile of unconscious agents, would be the evidence of the intrusion. The mercenary himself would have already fled, making his way to the transport he'd hidden away at the docks and disappearing before reinforcements could arrive. Fixing his helmet back onto his head, Deathstroke couldn't remove the smirk on his features as his boat took him away from the docks, images of the stunning redhead playing back in his mind. He'd look her up as soon as he arrived back at his base. She was definitely someone he'd wish to keep tabs on... ---- A little more than a week would pass since the incident at the SHIELD warehouse, before Deathstroke would find himself once again face to face with SHIELD agents. This time it would be in a much more relaxed setting, as Stark Industries held a gala to show off their latest designs. And it wouldn't be Deathstroke who received the invitation, but Slade Wilson. Smiling at the pair of SHIELD personnel who were currently padding him down for weapons, his sharp gaze observed the pleasantries going on around him. It seemed as though representatives from every agency on the planet had received an invite, along with a few heroes, mercenaries like himself, and enough security to even give Superman a hard time. Straightening out the terribly expensive tuxedo he wore, Slade graciously accepted the invite back, tucking it into his breast pocket before continuing into the main show. All around him, the latest and greatest in technological advancements were being shown off. There wasn't much here for a man like himself to purchase, but it was more about being seen. Rubbing shoulders and making contacts. Stark himself would never be seen with a man as notorious as Slade, but that came with its own power. There were sharks all around him, swimming casually through the crowd, sniffing for blood. Taking a glass of champagne from a passing waitress, Slade moved through the crowd to a display of sleek looking rifles and handguns, all decked out with laser sights and ammunition that promised to punch through tank armor. None of that would matter if the wielder couldn't handle the kickback of such firepower, but the salespeople hovering around the display didn't seem to have issues explaining away such issues to anyone who came close. Apparently Slade wasn't in their target demographic, as the few little men in suits who happened to glance his way found pressing matters to attend elsewhere, giving the mercenary a nice open area to enjoy his expensive champagne.