Deathstroke

No more work for hire. From today, I’ll decide who needs to die.

[limbitless]

Just Business || Slade & Kid

@mercenaryslade

An easy job, his favourite kind. It seemed someone had been climbing the ladder within the pharmaceutical industry a little too quickly for a few concerned investor’s liking and needed to be stopped; not that their motivations matter him when there was a cool two point five million pay off waiting once he was done. Not a bad haul for an evening’s work; it certainly earned more than selling bouquets. 

And the target in question just so happened to be checking on some stock in a warehouse near the Star City docks tonight; it was as good a chance as any so  Kid had suited up, black combat clothes with the black helmet acquired during his Hydra service and hidden in the warehouse.

He was perched atop a large pile of storage containers, blending into the darkness of the evening and the nooks of the crannies of the warehouse was practiced ease. The target was in sight. Moments later two arms grew out the man’s shoulders while he continued his work completely unaware; Kid was moments from snapping his neck when a slight glint caught his eye and he rolled back, dropping down moments before a single knife struck where his eye had been and silently running, putting his back behind some boxes and trying to hide once more.

As he lost sight the limbs vanished and the man hadn’t noticed a thing, moving to the other side of the warehouse. Kid glanced to the far left and caught sight of a pile of containers opposite him. Using his power a single eye manifested there and allowed him to see a suited man picking up the knife. A mouth soon appeared next to the eye and spoke, the disembodied words soft enough not to alert the target as well.

“I don’t appreciate others interrupting my business.” 

[mercenaryslade-blog]

There was no shortage of work anywhere but Slade had made the conscious decision to come back to Star City. With his son and daughter both running around somewhere, he figured he would make an appearance at least until another large contract pulled his attention. Besides, the mayoral elections were happening in several weeks and Slade was happy to slander, harm or even kill the candidates, potential members of the candidates office or even family and friends for a paycheque.

In short, Slade didn’t care who he hurt—as long as he got paid.

This target was an easy job. Get in, assassinate the guy who was being a pain in the ass for a client, and leave. Maybe snap a photo or two for proof, just in case the guy decided to not pay. Then Star City would have another two bodies.

What he didn’t expect was someone other than him and the target—and was that another assassin?

He let out a low noise as a voice seemed to follow him through the darkness, a growl coming from the back of his throat.

“Fuck off, buddy. This kill is mine.”

[starcgazette]

Maybe Slade and the kid will work together? Killers who maim together make bank together!

Mum’s the word, bitches. Snitches get stitches and I ain’t trying to get murdered out here. 

@mercenaryslade @limbitless

[mercenaryslade-blog]

Mum is the word because I’ll kill any idiot stupid enough to talk.

[drdoxie]

mercenaryslade‌:

“Depends on what you want. Do you want money, or do you want one of the most talented mercenaries around to ‘owe you one’ when the times right? Take out an enemy, bury an ex, you know.” He asked, strolling into the office casually with his hands tucked in his jeans.

“What I’m looking for is a way to help my daughter remember. She seems to have forgotten me, our time spent working and training together, and really, it’s unacceptable. I’m beginning to think I need a little less conventional means of helping her. So what do you have?”

Straight and to the point. Slade was never worried about anyone, and that was part of what made him so dangerous. He also thought he was doing the best that he could for Rose, and wanted to help any way that he could. Even if that meant more brainwashing.

“I’m more than capable of taking out my own trash, Mister…what was the name?” June nodded toward a set of chairs situated away from anything valuable. “What I can’t do is fund my lab on favors.” While people like Pam could get her ingredients she was otherwise unable to track down, she wasn’t so sure “mercenary” qualified as a useful profession to her. If people needed to die, she had no qualms with simply seeing it through.

June sat down and crossed her legs, straightening the hem of her skirt. “I’ll need a little more to go on. She forgot…why? Head injury? Interference? Disease?” The brain was a tricky thing, and while she could do a lot of tampering…she was no magician. She had science on her side. Not miracles.

[mercenaryslade-blog]

“Cash it is.” He said with a nod, sitting down in the chair and stretching out his legs before crossing his ankles. “Name your price.”

“I’m not sure why she forgot.” He said honestly, “No disease, that much I’m sure of. Head injury is possible—she used to be in the same line of work. She knows I’m her father. Knows we have a past. What she doesn’t seem to remember—or want to remember—is how well we worked together. And how much she loved me. For some reason she hates me and thinks she always hated me. And that’s not my little girl.”

He sighed some, “I know it isn’t a lot to go on. I can bring her in here if you want, but it likely won’t be pretty. She’s a scrapper like her old man.”

[chrsgts]

mercenaryslade‌:

Well, shit. The beast may as well have grown too, but Slade was too wound up to let the fight end now. In fact, this was probably the best fight he’d had in ages. Anyone who went up against him usually lost—quickly—but this fight was different. It was exhilarating.

Slade reacted quickly when he saw the wolf running at him, and he too ran towards him. However, before they collided Slade hit the ground and slid, narrowly missing the snapping jaws of the beast. He managed one firm punch to the animals ribs before flipping up onto his feet again.

“I can do this all night. But I bet you can’t.”

Slade didn’t truly know if he was talking to an unfortunate metahuman or just a big fucking wolf, but he did notice it seemed to understand what he said when he spoke.

The wolf huffed out angrily when its prey escaped its grasp. The punch to its abdomen was minimal, not enough to distract it from the fact it had been out maneuvered. With its ears laid back against its head, it snarled in the man’s direction.

During the full moon, exhaustion wasn’t a factor. It would stop when the moon decided to disappear or when its dead. Any other reason was insignificant. Anything else was just a flesh wound, no matter its severity. It would continue to trudge onward, forcing itself to move until its last breath.

It supposed that was one of the reasons the human inside itself feared the moon. It feared the monster lurking beneath the surface, waiting for the opportune moment to break the surface and wreak havoc on its surroundings. It rushed forward, though lept and caught itself on the edge of a building. Its long fingers dug into the lip of the roof and it hung there, its tail swishing violently in anger as it stared down at the man.

The wolf bared its teeth then raised its head to the sky and erupted in a long, haunting howl.

[mercenaryslade-blog]

Slade braced himself for the impact that didn’t come, backing away as the beast hung by the roof. He collected his sword and knife he’d dropped earlier, keeping his eye on the wolf. He strapped the katana to his back and cleaned off his knife before sheathing it, his pulse beginning to slow as the wounds finished healing.

He then took a running jump to the fire escape, scaling it as quickly as he could to get to the beast. He leapt from the platform and grabbed it around its neck, arms lost in long fur and pressing against the animals throat.

“I think I’m gonna keep you.” He growled, squeezing his arms tight, a smile in his voice. “Train you to kill for me. And if there is a human somewhere inside, he’ll either join me or he’ll wish for the day I kill him.”

Slade kept a firm grip on the wolf, all his weight dangling from around its neck as he locked his hands around his own forearms and pressed his weight against the animals massive body.

[drdoxie]

@mercenaryslade

“Say the magic words.” June was standing in front of the door to her lab, long nails tapping lazily against her side. “Are you offering me money or something better? Because if you’re here, you want something.”

She didn’t bother to ask how he’d found her. She put her name out to a certain community of people. Her customer base. Sure, she could have reformed. She could have gone back to trying to use her talents for good, for the betterment of humanity or some idealistic crap like that, but why? That community had rejected her solutions and her science.

[mercenaryslade-blog]

“Depends on what you want. Do you want money, or do you want one of the most talented mercenaries around to ‘owe you one’ when the times right? Take out an enemy, bury an ex, you know.” He asked, strolling into the office casually with his hands tucked in his jeans.

“What I’m looking for is a way to help my daughter remember. She seems to have forgotten me, our time spent working and training together, and really, it’s unacceptable. I’m beginning to think I need a little less conventional means of helping her. So what do you have?”

Straight and to the point. Slade was never worried about anyone, and that was part of what made him so dangerous. He also thought he was doing the best that he could for Rose, and wanted to help any way that he could. Even if that meant more brainwashing.

[mercenaryslade-blog]

Comment if you’d like a starter from Slade Wilson!

[chrsgts]

mercenaryslade‌:

Slade got back to his feet the moment the beast was off of him to take care of the injury he’d inflicted, and he smirked behind his mask when he heard the animal howl. Droplets of its blood stained the orange detailing of Slade’s armour, but still he stood his ground.

“Come on you fucking mutt.” He spat, “If you want a piece you’re gonna have to come get it.”

Slade had never seen an animal like this before, and he wasn’t sure now if he wanted to kill it or try and subdue it and bring it back to where he’d set up shop just to see what made it tick.

“You want a meal, you’re going to have to work for it.”

The creature snarled angrily as it eyed the man in front of it, at its words, as if he were egging it on. Which he most certainly was. With a snap of its jaws, it lifted a hand, palm facing the other and allowed its claws to grow, shooting them out further one by one as if to prove a point. As if to get ready for battle. 

Its fangs also grew as it let its teeth smash together, jaw muscles working, warming up before they were needed. Its one blue eye was wild, bright and piercing. The brown eye was dull, dark, empty. The wolf licked its chops and shook its head, muscles tensing along its body—it almost seemed to smirk before leaping quickly towards its intended target.

[mercenaryslade-blog]

Well, shit. The beast may as well have grown too, but Slade was too wound up to let the fight end now. In fact, this was probably the best fight he’d had in ages. Anyone who went up against him usually lost—quickly—but this fight was different. It was exhilarating.

Slade reacted quickly when he saw the wolf running at him, and he too ran towards him. However, before they collided Slade hit the ground and slid, narrowly missing the snapping jaws of the beast. He managed one firm punch to the animals ribs before flipping up onto his feet again.

“I can do this all night. But I bet you can’t.”

Slade didn’t truly know if he was talking to an unfortunate metahuman or just a big fucking wolf, but he did notice it seemed to understand what he said when he spoke.

[chrsgts]

mercenaryslade‌:

Slade couldn’t hold the beast down by himself; his strength was outmatched but by now he was too far into the fight to stop. He could heal his wounds but it induced a state close to psychosis—he turned from an intelligent tactician into a mess of bloodlust.

He reached down and grabbed a knife that he had strapped near his ankle as he stared up at the beast. If he lost any of his amour the animal could probably rip him to ribbons.

He plunged the knife into the arm that was holding him to the pavement so powerfully that the asphalt had begun to crumble beneath them. Once the knife was in to the hilt he twisted it and kicked upwards with force, trying to destabilize the beast and get it off of him.

The blade that pierced its skin went in deeply, breaking muscle and veins, blood spilling from the wound and dripping to the ground beneath them. The beast howled in pain and retreated to pull the blade from its arm. Upon the small victory, it tossed the weapon to the side and gazed down upon its new wound.

If Chris had been aware, that would was going to hurt after transforming back into a human. It knew this, but the blonde was buried beneath layers and layers of primal animosity. A primal hunger and anger that coursed through the creature’s body. Chris would not remember this.

The blood continued to drop down its arm, the red liquid running thickly between the shafts of fur and dancing along the curves of each claw. It growled angrily at the opposition, hair bristled down its spine and it snapped it teeth, urging the other to attack. As if it were a taunt.

[mercenaryslade-blog]

Slade got back to his feet the moment the beast was off of him to take care of the injury he’d inflicted, and he smirked behind his mask when he heard the animal howl. Droplets of its blood stained the orange detailing of Slade’s armour, but still he stood his ground.

“Come on you fucking mutt.” He spat, “If you want a piece you’re gonna have to come get it.”

Slade had never seen an animal like this before, and he wasn’t sure now if he wanted to kill it or try and subdue it and bring it back to where he’d set up shop just to see what made it tick.

“You want a meal, you’re going to have to work for it.”

[scream-n-shout-deactivated20210]

mercenaryslade‌:

Slade recognized that voice and shock of red hair anywhere. What Ivy was doing at a billionaires party was beyond him, though he wasn’t exactly one to fit in, either. He turned slightly to her to take her in; she looked good and dressed to impress, that much was obvious.

“When you’re not dressed up like that you wear leaves as a substitute for clothing so let’s not talk about who is more indecent than the other.” He said with a small smirk.

“What are you doing here? Trying to hook up with the old man and kill him with a kiss?”

Ivy grinned wickedly, “Touche.” With drink in hand, she turned so she was fully facing him now, allowing him to take in the entirety of her appearance, as if gloating would make her feel better. She cocked her head to the side after having taken a sip from her incredibly strong cocktail—drunk was the name of the game tonight, and if she brought someone back to her sanctuary that would be an added bonus. “Now there’s an idea.” Ivy purred, her eyes now scanning the penthouse for their most gracious host, “I’m trying to play nice for once, Slade, don’t tempt me.”

[mercenaryslade-blog]

A wicked smirk spread across Slade’s face and he glanced at Ivy. “Come on, think of all the fun we could have with him. String him up in vines, a little torture... you know I’m only in it for the money I can extort. And I guess some of the torture.”

He lifted his drink to his lips again, “I like the leaves but you do look fantastic tonight.” He complimented, eyes sweeping over her unapologetically. “So what’s been going on in the city since I’ve been gone?”

[chrsgts]

mercenaryslade‌:

The second throw and subsequent hit against the wall knocked the wind out of him, leaving him to crumple against the pavement for a moment. Blood oozed from the joints of his suit where he’d been injured and the healing factor kicked up a notch.

Slade felt himself losing control as he moved to his knees and then stood up again, looking at the creature that so far, was getting the best of him.

The sound he made was less human and more animal as the healing factor swept through his body and he made a run at the animal, grabbing it by the neck to slam it into the ground with all the force he could muster.

The hand at the throat was strong, breaking, and the blow to the asphalt below felt harder than it normally would. This creature was strong, perhaps an equal if the wolf didn’t make the right choices, the right moves.

No doubt something broke then. Or perhaps that was just the ground beneath it.

Reaching a large, clawed hand up as it remained pinned to the ground, it grabbed a hold of the protected meat’s head and squirmed itself out of its hold. In turn, the wolf pinned him down instead with a hand and lifted the other, claws bared and yellow, ready to strike.

[mercenaryslade-blog]

Slade couldn’t hold the beast down by himself; his strength was outmatched but by now he was too far into the fight to stop. He could heal his wounds but it induced a state close to psychosis—he turned from an intelligent tactician into a mess of bloodlust.

He reached down and grabbed a knife that he had strapped near his ankle as he stared up at the beast. If he lost any of his amour the animal could probably rip him to ribbons.

He plunged the knife into the arm that was holding him to the pavement so powerfully that the asphalt had begun to crumble beneath them. Once the knife was in to the hilt he twisted it and kicked upwards with force, trying to destabilize the beast and get it off of him.

[scncfkrypton-blog]

mercenaryslade‌:

Slade chuckled at the man’s words; the fact that the city was falling into absolute chaos was one of the reasons he had returned. There was money to be made in the mercenary field, and the bodies had already begun to pile up. Now he was in a billionaires penthouse, sizing up the crowd, and possible new targets.

“Peace? I’m pretty sure the last time Iron Man did anything good for anyone was when he quit being the hero. He’s practically the reason behind the ban against heroes—so I’ve heard—and just because he’s here doesn’t mean anything out there is going to change.”

He turned to the man then, away from the suits so he could have his full attention.

“If anything this guy is playing with fire. He’s going to get the wrong attention.”

Clark narrowed his gaze ever-so-slightly at the man. There was something about him that felt oddly…dark, but Clark didn’t want to start judging people by random feelings he got from them. After all, he always got dark vibes off Bruce and they were close buddies now. “I don’t think you can blame any one hero for the ban. All of the heroes caused extensive damage while protecting innocent lives and the government just retaliated out of greed and an unfortunate necessity.” He responded calmly. “The wrong kind of attention? How do you think this will draw unwanted attention, Sir?” he asked, “I can’t imagine that wanting people to stop fighting so much is a bad thing.”

[mercenaryslade-blog]

Slade glanced back at the suits, then to the man questioning him again. He liked when people did this, surprisingly; he loved showing someone a side that they didn’t necessarily think about.

“Guy shows up in the city, puts on a very public party, invites influencers and other billionaires to come rub shoulders. He’s got his suits on display like someone showing off guns or knives. These suits were used as weapons and that guy was an arms merchant. Hell, maybe he still is.”

He crossed his arms and looked back to the suits; he’d love to upgrade his armour one day and maybe by forcing Stark into making something for him, he’d be even more invulnerable than he already was.

“The fighting isn’t going to stop because some rich guy with a couple shiny suits came around. If you believe that, you’re pretty naïve, kid.”

[mutantandproudmystique-deactiva]

Slade wasn’t the partying type. In fact, he hated them and was more of a solitary man, but once he heard the caliber of people that would be there, he was picking out his best suit. While he assumed nothing would happen, it wouldn’t be a party if he didn’t have a gun and some brass knuckle knives on his person, hidden underneath the finely tailored suit.

When he arrived he chose a pint of beer and strolled by himself for a moment to get a layout of the party as well as the penthouse itself. This was the first time he could get an up close look at the infamous suits of iron on display.

“Why doesn’t this guy just whip out his cock and start showing off.” He said to no one in particular with a shake of his head. “Jesus Christ, what a self serving asshole…”

“He’s Tony Stark. He is a selfish egocentric man,you’re going to get used to it” Raven said and shrugged. “That wasn’t an nice view though” she said frowning at his words while looking at Stark’s suits. “If you don’t like Stark,why did you came then?” she asked sharpely and folding her arms looking at the man. “Raven. Don’t expect a shaking hand though”.

[mercenaryslade-blog]

Slade side-eyed the young woman, taking another drink of his beer before turning his full attention to her.

“I could ask you, and just about everyone else in this room the same thing. Do you really think many people here give a shit about a washed up superhero? They’re all here for the same reason I am. Free drinks.”

Slade shrugged and didn’t offer his hand.

“Slade.” He replied smoothly.

[chrsgts]

mercenaryslade‌:

Slade braced himself when he saw the animal running at him but even with all his strength he couldn’t manage to stay upright. He yelled when the animals claws found the gaps between the armour around his joints, allowing him for movement but leaving a weakness.

He felt his heart begin to race as his body’s healing factor began to set to work, Slade breathing heavily behind his mask. A foot came up and buried itself in the animals abdomen as he worked to free his arm that was trapped between the pavement and claws.

He raised his free hand and punched hard at the animals snout again, having identified the weakness.

The blow that came again was familiar, but it elicited pain all the same. With light and dark eyes watering respectfully, the creature retracted its weight to duck and shake its head. The pain didn’t last long, however, and it ushered out a loud snarl, a bark of a sound as it made a grab for the intruder again, tossing it aside as if it were nothing but a rag doll. The wolf huffed out a heavy breath and shook its head, but made no move towards the other, instead allowing its hair to bristle around its neck. Its stance was firm as if challenging the opponent to try again.

[mercenaryslade-blog]

The second throw and subsequent hit against the wall knocked the wind out of him, leaving him to crumple against the pavement for a moment. Blood oozed from the joints of his suit where he’d been injured and the healing factor kicked up a notch.

Slade felt himself losing control as he moved to his knees and then stood up again, looking at the creature that so far, was getting the best of him.

The sound he made was less human and more animal as the healing factor swept through his body and he made a run at the animal, grabbing it by the neck to slam it into the ground with all the force he could muster.

[scncfkrypton-blog]

mercenaryslade‌:

Slade wasn’t the partying type. In fact, he hated them and was more of a solitary man, but once he heard the caliber of people that would be there, he was picking out his best suit. While he assumed nothing would happen, it wouldn’t be a party if he didn’t have a gun and some brass knuckle knives on his person, hidden underneath the finely tailored suit.

When he arrived he chose a pint of beer and strolled by himself for a moment to get a layout of the party as well as the penthouse itself. This was the first time he could get an up close look at the infamous suits of iron on display.

“Why doesn’t this guy just whip out his cock and start showing off.” He said to no one in particular with a shake of his head. “Jesus Christ, what a self serving asshole…”

Clark hadn’t been paying the man much attention until he finally spoke up – and did so gruffly and profanely. He looked over at him with a slightly furrowed brow and shook his head. “I don’t think that’s the kind of party anyone really wants to get involved in.” He remarked to the man. “Do explain, how this is self-serving? If anything, I think it’s trying to foster some sort of peace through this City—and it sorely needs it.” He spoke bluntly in return.

[mercenaryslade-blog]

Slade chuckled at the man’s words; the fact that the city was falling into absolute chaos was one of the reasons he had returned. There was money to be made in the mercenary field, and the bodies had already begun to pile up. Now he was in a billionaires penthouse, sizing up the crowd, and possible new targets.

“Peace? I’m pretty sure the last time Iron Man did anything good for anyone was when he quit being the hero. He’s practically the reason behind the ban against heroes—so I’ve heard—and just because he’s here doesn’t mean anything out there is going to change.”

He turned to the man then, away from the suits so he could have his full attention.

“If anything this guy is playing with fire. He’s going to get the wrong attention.”

[wcllyswest]

mercenaryslade‌:

Slade wasn’t the partying type. In fact, he hated them and was more of a solitary man, but once he heard the caliber of people that would be there, he was picking out his best suit. While he assumed nothing would happen, it wouldn’t be a party if he didn’t have a gun and some brass knuckle knives on his person, hidden underneath the finely tailored suit.

When he arrived he chose a pint of beer and strolled by himself for a moment to get a layout of the party as well as the penthouse itself. This was the first time he could get an up close look at the infamous suits of iron on display.

“Why doesn’t this guy just whip out his cock and start showing off.” He said to no one in particular with a shake of his head. “Jesus Christ, what a self serving asshole…”

Wally grimaced. “Yeah, it’s not really my scene,” he said, figuring that the man was talking to him—he was the only one nearby, after all. He paused for a moment, tilting his head. The man looked familiar. He didn’t realize it was Slade Wilson—who the Titans had fought when Wally was just a kid—and thankfully, because Wally was generally in a mask, he wasn’t all that recognizable as the Flash (or, back then, Kid Flash) either. 

A hero and a villain. Talking to each other as if those classifications didn’t matter. 

“I think he doesn’t have anyone,” Wally said, pursing his lips. “He does all this because he doesn’t know how else to get people to stick around.” Wally and Tony had only spoken a handful of times, but Wally was incredibly intuitive—and Tony wasn’t exactly difficult to read.

[mercenaryslade-blog]

Slade chuckled a little at the young man’s words, glancing over at him for a moment as he took a sip of his beer. He didn’t recognize the kid at all, which was probably better for the both of them, and for the opulence surrounding them. He didn’t want to get blood all over the couches that probably cost more than anything he had ever owned.

“Some people want to be alone. Others are alone and throw parties hoping that for a couple hours they won’t feel like they’re worthless. Kind of a meagre existence, don’t you think?”

Slade preferred the solitary lifestyle, but he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to scope out a man who was once considered “Earths Best Defender”.

[chrsgts]

mercenaryslade‌:

Slade wasn’t expecting the sudden speed of the animal, and had grossly underestimated its strength. He grunted as his body hit the side of a building and then the ground, armour protecting him but his katana clattering away. He lifted himself back up and fell easily into a battle stance, grinning behind his mask.

“Oh, I love a good fight.” He said, the smirk in his voice obvious.

He backed up some only to take a running start at the beast, using the brick wall for leverage as he launched himself in the air to bring a boot across the muzzle of the animal.

The blow to its snout sent sparks of pain through its face, and an irritated growl escaped its jowls. Eyes widened and pupils dilated as it turned its head back to the aggressor—its body was very much still in line with that of a man, arms proportionate to the human anatomy, but its legs bent very much like an animal, like a dog, enabling the creature great speed. Once it regained its composure, lean legs sent its body through the air, leaping across a great length to land atop its newfound prey. Long claws caught in armor holes, intending to destroy the shield the meat was using to protect itself. Jaws snapped much like a rabid dog.

[mercenaryslade-blog]

Slade braced himself when he saw the animal running at him but even with all his strength he couldn’t manage to stay upright. He yelled when the animals claws found the gaps between the armour around his joints, allowing him for movement but leaving a weakness.

He felt his heart begin to race as his body’s healing factor began to set to work, Slade breathing heavily behind his mask. A foot came up and buried itself in the animals abdomen as he worked to free his arm that was trapped between the pavement and claws.

He raised his free hand and punched hard at the animals snout again, having identified the weakness.

[scream-n-shout-deactivated20210]

mercenaryslade‌:

Slade wasn’t the partying type. In fact, he hated them and was more of a solitary man, but once he heard the caliber of people that would be there, he was picking out his best suit. While he assumed nothing would happen, it wouldn’t be a party if he didn’t have a gun and some brass knuckle knives on his person, hidden underneath the finely tailored suit.

When he arrived he chose a pint of beer and strolled by himself for a moment to get a layout of the party as well as the penthouse itself. This was the first time he could get an up close look at the infamous suits of iron on display.

“Why doesn’t this guy just whip out his cock and start showing off.” He said to no one in particular with a shake of his head. “Jesus Christ, what a self serving asshole…”

Ivy had dressed to impress, as she usually did. It was a flair for the dramatic she had to admit, but she wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t. Her brilliant red hair had been curled into blazing waves, the color striking against the earthy greens of the rest of her ensemble. Her lips were a cherry red to compliment everything else and give her pale face some color. The smile on her face was placid when her eyes caught a familiar form loitering near Tony Stark’s prized possessions, the very essence of his genius. Ivy strode over to him, an obvious elegance to the way she moved and stood beside him for a moment before responding, “That would be indecent exposure. But I’m sure you know all about indecent, Slade.” She purred and lifted a perfectly plucked eyebrow in his direction.

[mercenaryslade-blog]

Slade recognized that voice and shock of red hair anywhere. What Ivy was doing at a billionaires party was beyond him, though he wasn’t exactly one to fit in, either. He turned slightly to her to take her in; she looked good and dressed to impress, that much was obvious.

“When you’re not dressed up like that you wear leaves as a substitute for clothing so let’s not talk about who is more indecent than the other.” He said with a small smirk.

“What are you doing here? Trying to hook up with the old man and kill him with a kiss?”