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Thread: Spider's Bite [SilverScar X translucentfeathers]

Company The electronic filter over his face gave Deathstroke's voice a metallic growl as his gaze slowly observed the seemingly empty room. He suspected that he wasn't alone, that this entire operation had been a setup from the start, either as a distraction for SHIELD or if someone was using this entire situation as a test. Was SHIELD the type that would hire someone to break into their building just to test security? He didn't know, the organization operated in a different world then he did, but perhaps whoever was in the warehouse with him would be able to answer that question for him. A smirk twisted his features beneath his helmet as Deathstroke's good eye fell upon the shape in the shadows above him, arms crossing against his broad chest as his body turned towards the shadowy figure. He didn't attack, not yet. It seemed that whoever was in the shadows seemed to be more intent on observing him then striking out. Someone else who'd come for the information on the computers or a SHIELD agent who was looking to gauge what sort of threat Deathstroke was? Either way, Deathstroke was intrigued. Not many people had been able to get the drop on him and those who did normally took advantage. Whoever this was clearly moved at a level above the pile of unconscious agents on the floor. The silence between them seemed to stretch for hours as the tension built up, a real high noon showdown that threatened to snap at the slightest sign of friction. And so he spoke. Don't worry about your friends The mercenary growled through his mask, an armored hand motioning to the downed agents while keeping his focus on whoever was hiding in the rafters. He had no idea if the shadowy figure was a friend to SHIELD but the odds seemed to weigh in that favor I'm being paid a rather generous bonus to allow them to live He spoke clearly and professionally. The filter in his mask might have scrambled his voice slightly, but the confident, commanding tone translated clearly It's a courtesy I'm prepared to extend to you. Clearly whoever set this job up isn't interested in whatever dummy data that might be on this computer...so why not save yourself a beating and just let me leave?
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Her grey blue eyes narrowed in the darkness on the man as she listened to the filtered metallic tones that made up his voice. His reassurances that he hadn't simply slaughtered the downed agents fell on unsympathetic ears, having seen enough death in her day. She wasn't blind to her fellow agents plight, but saw more danger in an enemy who could fell that many opponents while leaving them breathing despite their best efforts to take him down with lethal force. It spoke to his skill and she knew he may not extend the same courtesy to her in return, something that gave her a bit of hope if she was being honest. She preferred it when her opposites didn't hold back or cripple themselves by trying to ensure her breathing because despite what they might feel, she surely wouldn't be holding herself to those same limitations. Natasha, as coined by her fellow American allies as it was an easier name to pronounce, moved with grace through the rafters, embodying her titles name sake as she put her agility to the test and moved just within eyesight, poised for a reaction. He had one good eye from the way he scanned the room, the right was either limited or completely dead, a weakness she could exploit. With a raise of her eyebrows she sank into anlow seated crouch on the beam she perched from, her wrists propped up on her knees as her hands hung loosely. She took on the guise of someone at ease, relaxed and body calm, an easy and simple technique that usually helped somewhat in coaxing her adversary to drop their guard. Although, as this man appeared to be a bit higher up and more of a professional, she doubted he would fall for the act. Such a kind gesture to extend to me considering I initially had no intentions of extending the same courtesy. I suppose it would be easy for a hired gun to make such promises seeing as you broke into this place with the intentions of getting paid to retrieve non-non-existent information, she purred. With a tilt of her head her lips quirked up in a dark smile. What do you say to a compromise? You give me the name of your employer, as you seem to be merely a pawn in their hands, I might be persuaded to permit you to live and possibly leave this place tonight. That depends entirely on your willingness to cooperate and give me what I want, though.
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A low metallic chuckle echoed through Deathstroke's mask as his head shook lightly from side to side It seems we're both full of kind offers. World peace will only be a few years away if this conversation is anything to go by The mercenary smirked beneath his mask as he straightened but, the casual stance melting away to a much more neutral standing position. It almost mirrored his opponent's own stance, the pair looking to mask their intentions from each other, though it seemed clear that neither was fooled by the tense calm that was filling the room But being a professional, I'm afraid I'll have to turn down your gracious offer. Pawn or not, I've already received my 50 upfront The smirk turned into a smile though, the gleaming red eye of his mask centered on his attractive opponent. A deadly looking femme fatale right from the pages of some noir novel, she looked like the type that could go from sweet whispers in your ear to snapping your neck without blinking. Ice cold, but in a manner that Deathstroke could respect. The sight of her fallen comrades hadn't caused her to fly into any sort of vengeful rage or get all emotional. A professional like him, but someone who appeared more focused on the espionage and shadows. Someone he would need to keep his eye on. But I do believe there is something can both agree on...that neither of us is willing to budge until we settle this. Opponents like you are a rare breed and this is a fight that simply must be savored Unhooking the pistol from his side, Deathstroke allowed his gun to fall to the floor You were courteous enough to not take a cheap shot at me from the darkness. That would have been what I'd expect from a spook like you...and I hope you don't disappoint And with that, the mercenary lunged forward, the heavy armor doing little to slow the man down as he quickly moved to close the gap between himself and his new opponent!
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The words he spoke and the almost teasing banter like tones had her smile sharpening. So perhaps this was more than just a mere pawn. A heavy hitter, someone further up the food chain than a cheap mercenary or gun for hire, but still not at the top, not someone pulling strings and playing with politics. It was a mutual ground they could both stand on and her eyes hardened as she took him in appreciatively. He was in motion quickly though, his size holding no bearing on his ability to move swiftly and she felt her anticipation for a decent fight rise. No fear, no hesitation, just the pure tantalizing rush of adrenaline snapped through her and left her craving the opportunity to throw down with a worthy opponent. With a swift movement she dropped from the beam she perched on and hit the ground delicately in a roll, body staying low to the ground when he reached her to duck, legs lashing out to tangle with his as he almost tripped over her in his speed, knowing the sheer weight of him would not allow him to stop quickly enough to counter the leg sweep she hit him with. Using the momentum he carried she countered it, tripping him up hard with her legs so he would lose his balance and begin to fall face first unless he found a way to prevent it. Her eyes scanned his armor, the moment having slowed in her mind, their quick actions almost freezing as she watched it happen frame by frame. She searched for weak spots and points to target so if he fell she would be able to gain the upper hand with him on the ground. So she would be able to work with what she could since he could out match her in weight and size.
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She was fast, dodging gracefully from his opening blow while lashing out with her foot as if to trip him. An understandable tactic, taking into account his appearance as a heavily armored brute, but Deathstroke would not find himself so easily taken down. Instead of attempting to come to a halt, the armored mercenary took the hit, falling forward but ducking into a combat roll and creating a bit of a distance between himself and the SHIELD agent. Straightening himself out of the roll, Deathstroke pivoted back around to face the agent, his good eye taking note at the pile of wooden boxes stacked randomly about the room before lashing out at one of them with a sudden kick! The empty crate shattered into pieces at the force of the mercenary's kick, sending pieces of wood and splinters hurling towards his opponent. Deathstroke didn't think that his attack would hurt her, but as she was without any protective eye-wear, she'd be forced to either turn away or dodge from his attack. Catching a splinter to the eye was not something anyone would want to experience, something the half blind mercenary knew from experience. Smirking beneath his metallic facemask as he watched for his opponents reaction before quickly moving in to close the gap, while this time making sure to keep his momentum in check as he moved in with predatory intent. Getting in close, the mercenary went for a kick, his armored form moving with surprising grace. While in mid-kick, Deathstroke suddenly pushed off with his other foot, and instead lunged forward with a punch. Despite moving quickly, the moves were easily telegraphed to someone of his opponents skill and would probably not land. Hitting her wasn't the point, however, as the continued forward motion would allow the larger mercenary to finally close the space between them. A such close quarters, it was easier now to get a good look at the SHIELD agent. Red hair flowed stylishly over her skintight black suit, her attractive form hinted at with the curves of her body. Her eyes had an intense look to them, a hint that she might have been enjoying the fight as much as him. A shame that the two of them had to meet under such oppressive circumstances. Slade Wilson would have loved to take such a woman out to dinner, but for now Deathstroke would relish in the challenge of the battle. I see I'm not the only one enjoying myself
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The way the mercenary had tucked and rolled in an expert move had her pulling away swiftly, knowing he was most likely calculating his next motions as he rolled. She saw the man pivot before his foot lashed out and sent a spray of sharp splintered wood in her direction as the force behind his kick shattered the crates and forced her to take a step back and spin, an arm rising up to protect her face and eyes from the wooden shrapnel that flew in her direction. It caused Natasha to grimace, knowing it costed her a move she could have used to drive the other man back and continue to press until she had the advantage. He moved in, following behind the wood he had sent in her direction, forcing her to take up defense, a position she loathed to be in as she fell back, attempting desperately keep some distance, knowing a heavy hitter would have the brutal advantage in close hand to hand combat where someone like her needed space and movement to slip around her opponents to catch them off guard. Getting boxed in or pinned would be a disadvantage that could cost her everything in this fight, and with the way he was pressing forward, his motions reminding her of a large predator, she was almost certain that was his aim. Black Widow chuckled at his words, responding with a teasing tone that betrayed none of the effort or exertion she was putting forth to stay ahead of his advances. You say that as if you do not get out enough, she all but purred. Not as though she had much room to talk herself in regards to finding pleasure outside of work. There was no where else she could get this exhilerating addictive rush of adrenaline, the breathless dangerous high that always left her craving more. A dark smile slipped over her lips as she redoubled her efforts. The blows and strikes he sent her way were easy enough to deflect, and she found herself dodging and blocking them as best she could before she saw the slightest opening. Ducking under an impressive blow that most certainly would have left her unconscious had the man's armored fist made contact with her skull. She slipped under the large man's arm as years of deflection and training came into play, her movements liquid when she exploited the blind spot of his right side. It would either force him to lose sight of her or turn sharply against the punch he had thrown, counteracting his own balance. Either way she spun, foot flying up to lash out at the base of his skull in hopes of sending him to his knees to regain the upper hand in this.
Thread: Spider's Bite [SilverScar X translucentfeathers]

Is that an offer to take me out? The mercenary responded in kind as he pressed his assault, seeking out the next move that would shift the fight. Instead, it was his opponent that went for the opening, going for a kick that seemed planned to take him out. Instead, Deathstroke moved to snap his head forward as the kick connected with his helmet, the resulting force forcing the larger man to momentarily step back as his helmet went flying across the empty warehouse, clattering along the floor where it came to a stop near the back. His face now exposed, Deathstroke couldn't help but let out an impressed laugh, his gaze now resting upon the SHIELD agent without the visor to get in the way. He had that rugged soldier's look to him, a man that had willingly earned war and battle for personal gain. His neatly trimmed goatee and combed hair gave the mercenary an air of regalness, despite his intimidating demeanor. Deathstroke's one good eye was a cold blue, sharing none of the warmth in his fierce grin as he stood tall, confident even in the loss of his helmet. Even with the constant back and forth between the two, it barely seemed like either had gained an inch on each other. What was clear, at least to Deathstroke, was the obvious enjoyment that both combatants were getting from the back and forth. Shall we? Without the metallic filter, Deathstroke's voice carried a fighter's gruff edge to it, the tone of a man confident in his craft. He would show no pity to his opponent, but fight them with all he had. Anything less would be an insult to a warrior, allowing a restful moment to pass before taking the initiative upon himself to get the fight back underway. This time with one of the stun baton's that had fallen from the hands of one of the unconscious SHIELD guards. A well timed flick of his boot had the small metal rod sailing through the air towards the female agent. Again, the larger man used the airborne target as a distraction to close distance, this time lashing out with a strike to the knee. You've certainly fought well this far Deathstroke spoke nonchalantly as the blows resumed A rare gift in this world, to find such a fierce beauty. Let us both hope we do not disappoint in the climax now
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When the mercenary asked her if she had been offering to take him out for an evening she chuckled, Hardly, just a simple observation. The banter made the fight all the more satisfying, and she relished in the opportunity to fight an opponent who could keep up a verbal exchange through their physical endeavors. With a bright almost vicious smile, she watched as the mask flew off of her opponents face, finally revealing the person beneath and she couldn't help but arch an eyebrow. He was quite the impressive specimen to behold, his rugged sharp features were attractive. His voice, no longer filtered by the mask, was rich and dark with an air of gruff confidence that would have left Natasha's toes curling in almost any other situation and she raised an eyebrow at his next words. Shall we? Her eyes sharpened on him before nodding with a dangerous dark smile at his offer to continue. His vicious onslaught had her upping her own game, this time expecting his rushing her when the metal baton was kicked in her direction. Natasha spun into the tossed object, swinging with it as her hand caught the stun baton and upon returning from her spin she lashed out, knowing he be upon her by that time, going for a hard blow to his shoulder. What the Black Widow hadn't been counting on was the brutal strike to her knee and it dragged an unwilling, bitter cry of pain from her lips. She heard his words even as the blinding pain seemed to flash through her limb and she felt the leg give way as she fell to the floor. Natasha rolled when she fell to get at least some distance between her downed form and those heavy boots, landing hard on her back when she came to a stop. Chest heaving, she struggled to regain her composure as Natasha scrambled backwards, using her hands to drag her body as her eyes remained trained on the man until she felt one of the support beams at her back. She used it to get to her feet, testing a bit of weight on her injured left leg, grimacing at the brief flare of pain. Trust me, I have never left a man wanting, she said with a vicious smile despite the injury before she grit her teeth and used what strength she had to run forward a step or two, ignoring the pain in her left knee to jump off of the ground, hands catching a low hanging pipe. She swung her body, her legs flying in a large arc, calves wrapping around his neck when they made contact before swinging down, hard, hoping the motion and tight grip of her ankles hooking around his throat would force him to the ground.
Thread: Spider's Bite [SilverScar X translucentfeathers]

The other fighter had set her trap well. Even with her injured leg, she managed to move gracefully, the grip of her calves around his neck appropriately tight as Deathstroke quickly gauged how best to handle the situation. He could follow through with her movements and hope that he'd be able to turn things around once they were both forced to the ground or opt to resist the pull and try to swing her around with his superior body weight and overall strength. Gritting his teeth together in a ferocious grin, Deathstroke had to admit this was the most challenging a fight had ever gotten for him. It was actually rather refreshing, to not simply curb stomp his opponent. In that moment, he relied on instinct, allowing himself to be pulled forward while also twisting his body as he fell, forcing his opponent to be jerked to the side as Deathstroke aimed for the nearby table to crash the pair down onto, in hopes his armor would prove to block most of the damage. It all happened in an instant after that thought, the room spinning around as they crashed as Deathstroke and his opponent struggled and fought each other, legs and fists thrashing out as they both stood up while giving no quarter, crashing against each other like waves upon rocks. The fight was coming to it's climax now, no more fancy flips or lunges, it was now a duel of fists and kicks. How it happened, Deathstroke wasn't quite able to say. He took a kick to the chest, stumbling back for a moment before moving back in, thinking he was going in for a punch...but then his hand was on her waist, heavy armored glove possessively grabbing and pulling the agent against his body before his mouth came down upon her lips and kissed her. Hard. Perhaps kiss wasn't so accurate of a description as bite , the intensity and adrenaline of the battle still pumping through his veins, the heat and sweat and grime only seeming to add to the fire inside him. Questioning the moment seemed the most ridiculous thing that the mercenary could do in that moment, relishing in the taste of her lips and mouth, momentarily suspended in time as the world around them lay forgotten.
Thread: Spider's Bite [SilverScar X translucentfeathers]

The impact of his twisting her grip around his neck had been frustrating to say the least, both of them crashing hard onto the ground where she bit hard into her bottom lip before struggling to move away and roll a few feet from him. This man was quick, and intelligent, which was more than she could say about most of her opponents. Whatever experience or past he had, his services had to be expensive which gave her a little bit to go on as far as painting a picture of who his employer may be. Her mind was slipping from the task at hand though and she ducked a heavy swinging fist, using her forearm to catch the weight of his next strike before delivering an uppercut to get him to fall back a step. The brutality of the fight was something that could be heard and felt over the rough blows and harsh breathing, their movements becoming less about finesse and more focused on bringing the other into submission, all flare and artistry gone. Her expertise in leg and footwork was paying off though and she delivered a hard kick that sent the man back, but the recovery it took to regain her balance when she stumbled on her weakened knee cost her any advantages she had hoped to gain. When he rushed in her hands flew up, forearms preparing to brace herself for another punch when instead he shifted, his hand clasping around her waist before his mouth fell upon hers. The kiss was intense to say the least, and Natasha froze for a moment under the fierce assault of teeth, lips and the sheer force behind it as she felt herself getting dragged tightly against the thick heavy armor. There was a moment where everything seemed to stand still and she could feel her own heart thudding in her chest, her blood rushing as the heat and adrenaline from the fight coursed through her, leaving her breathless as this kiss seemed to. In that heated moment she made a decision, leaning up on tip toe, a gloved hand coming up to knot in the thick dark hair, the other latching itself around the top of the chest plate of his armor to drag him in against her tighter. She let her teeth drag over his bottom lip before her own lips parted and she deepened the kiss letting out a soft moan against the mercenary's mouth.