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WHO: devilcalledlove and incywincyhero.
WHERE: BIG FAT RICH DISTRICT
WHEN: Sunday late afternoon, February 6.
WARNINGS: --
SUMMARY: Bullseye goes to finish off St. James' job. Spider-Man stops him.
FORMAT: W/e.

The guy is a big business type. He's round around the middle and wears good suits and smokes imported cigars. He's on his condo's balcony, nursing a bottle of scotch, and talking with three other businessmen about whatever is going down tomorrow--something that could be detrimental to one of the mob's interests in this city or maybe it's just another psycho seeking out revenge. Bullseye doesn't need the details. He just needs the big score.

He's perched on the building opposing the condo. His new sniper rifle is poised and ready. Bullseye looks at his watch, counting down the minutes before he is ready to shoot. When the little ticker hits the big 12, the assassin grins. He looks through the scope, aims at the man's head, and pulls the trigger.

"Bullseye."

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[incywincyhero]

It had taken Spidey far too long to get the information he needed from his as-yet-untested contact at the City's rather mundane equivalent of The Bar With No Name. Now he was webslinging at top speed, trying to intercept Bullseye before it was too late. Mr. Bigshot had already gone home for the day, which meant that he would be at his condo, which should be coming up th --

And there was Bullseye on the roof opposite, already taking aim. The angle was wrong to snag the gun with a webline. It would spoil Bullseye's shot, but just as easily send the bullet down into the street or another floor of the condo as anywhere else. Which left just one option in the fractions of a second left. Spidey dropped his webline at the apex of its arc and swan-dove.

"Get down!" he yelled, right before he barreled into Mr. Bigshot and sent his friends scattering. Still holding the other man, he rolled over -- just in time to take the brunt of impact against the balcony railing.

Ouch.

[devilcalledlove.livejournal.com]

And out of nowhere, his shot missed. He heard the glass shatter as his bullet went through the sliding balcony door. Bullseye cursed loudly and looked through the scope to spot the men on the ground and a red & blue arachnid-themed hero covering them.

Gritting his teeth and fueled with rage, Bullseye fired several rounds.