Breaks into @Websational’s shitty apartment by smashing straight through the window.
Drinks all his juice, steals all his underwear and only the left pair of socks.
Finishes up by pissing all over the toilet seat and exiting out the front door, leaving it wideeee open.
[ . . . ] tonight. knock a few egos down a peg. no capes involved. 〞
a glance over her shoulder, just a flick of silver hair and sly grin. 〝 at least . . . not 𝘺𝘦𝘵. just a t͟e͟s͟t͟ ͟r͟u͟n͟, after all. 〞
「 #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐌 ⸝ #𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑�#𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 」 https://t.
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"But if you are stopped — I suspect something to this degree will be 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 eye-catching among our enemies — you are on your own.
My risks are my own. Yours will be your own in turn. Do we have a deal?"
【 #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐌 / #𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑�#𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 】 https://t.
the remnants of the skull of a man who dared stand in Fisk and Unutes way.
the 'psycho' pulls his fist from the gore, wiping it off as if the blood was a mere inconvenience.
" any more objections? "
#𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐌 / #𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑�#𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 https://t.co
@sinsofthegoblin » Bullseye got away ‘cause your other guys folded. I’m not makin’ excuses 'cause I had it. If they didn’t crack, I’d be walking in with your prize.
Look, I ain’t like the rest. I can move quiet. I got feelers out. Give me a day or two. I’ll find your guy.”
@sinsofthegoblin » Daredevil showed up. Scorpion got lost in the shuffle, and Electro? Gone. Don’t even know where he ended up.”
Moth scoffs.
“I actually did something. Got my hands on Bullseye. Had him talking. Then this guy shows up -- Moon Knight, I think. The quiet type. »
#𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐖𝐚𝐫
#ᏒÜ𝐈𝐍Ꭿ𝐓𝐈Ꮎℕ
##ᏒÜ𝐈𝐍Ꭿ𝐓𝐈Ꮎℕ
#Os#OsbornAvengers
Thin lips curled into a disdainful sneer, soulless hues narrow in calculated contempt.
“ Brute force in lieu of strategy.
Predictable.
Primal, even. ”
Unanticipated roots burst upward, violence using →
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This one can be an 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 of what happens to those who don't fall in line. Everybody knows who New York truly belongs to — it's best to stay in the green with him.
ཐིཋྀ #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐌
#𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇�#𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 ཐིཋྀ
Metal beneath his weight as he tumbles into a can.
This place was fucked. It’s enough to humiliate. How can someone fail an interrogation? Nothing is concrete here. moth drags himself out of smelly black plastic »
» slumped figure near a steam grate. moth yanked it free. Ignore the heckles that follow.
A bodega now sat upon his sights, buzzing with a sickish neon and disinterest. He yoinks some free gauze wrap off the shelf and ducks into the back aisle. »