Crucio (/coughs)
Crucio - My muse causes intense pain (physical or emotional) to yours, or vice versa (please specify)
“ I trusted ya! ” The words were spat out of the spy’s mouth as a glare was met with the face of a man who seemed untouched by such harsh words. His expression did not show how his bearings on this situation were slipping. James Welsey turned his head, tongue sliding over the inside of his bottom lip as he gazed out to the dark night, stars seemingly forgotten with the crowds of bright lights from the streets claiming their territory in the sky. This was not the expected way to break the news, Clint had always believed what was being done was for the good of the city--not to claim the power underground to corrupt the city for personal use by their employer. But it had been done, the word slithered into the other’s ears and stuck, no questions asked but once alone with Wesley brought the whole affair up.
If anyone goes against Wilson Fisk---
The right hand man stayed silent as he was being chewed out for his disregard of respect, the nights they grew closer, got to be friends and more, helped each other out. Oh, Wesley could think of all the things that happened between them working together and Barton was spilling it all out in the parking garage echoing words that were meant to stab James right in the heart but seemed to bounce off of him. “ Did any of this--between you and me? Any of it mean a damn thing to ya or was it always just some lie? ” A deep breath was taken at the first question being directed toward him to answer, it did not sound rhetorical so he was going to answer. But first---
If anyone goes against Wilson Fisk, defies his orders or privacy---
Hand slowly went into his jacket pocket. It merely looked as if he was adjusting his shirt from the inside, the other’s view misguided by the angle Wesley stood. The four eyed man had to bite his tongue, if he had the strength, he would have bitten all the way into it because it could not be seen but this next act he was going to commit killed him. But he would protect his employer, his long time friend over anyone else---even if it meant someone he had grown so close to that it changed how he thought and felt about life itself. Right hand gripped the handle of his pistol slowly pulling it out as Clint started to speak again, obviously getting know immediate answer. “ I was right to think that then. Never gave a damn. I put my life on the line for ya and ya been lying to me this--- ”
His words were cut off, a loud bang echoed the walls now instead of his voice and then another came shortly afterwards. Shock filled his eyes, his mouth ajar as he felt his legs give in and knees hit the concrete with a thud that sounded as if he had just cracked the bone of the knee caps with such ease. It was a lousy shot, one could think where Wesley had aimed, not to kill but if medics did not get here soon enough he would most definitely bleed out. Wesley looked to the gun a grimace etched on his pale face.
“ I lied to you, yes, I had to keep the truth behind our employ---Fisk’s motivation for power over this city that he loves so much. But I always treated you with respect { as much as he could ever give } and I protected you on countless occasions---such as this one-- ”
“ Ya call this---! ”
“ Barton,I did everything I could to make sure that nothing would happen to you and made sure everything was lined up for it to be a clear path but you still insisted on travelling the dirt road. I understand if you wish to never see me again, have anything to with me or this whole affair ever again but Clint, I am giving you a choice and if you choose wisely, this won’t happen again. ” His voice was steady and hands as well as he put his gun back where it first rested, now pulling out his phone dialing 9-1-1. “ Yes--there were gun shots coming from the parking garage off of tenth avenue, a man is critically injured on the fifth level in need of immediate medical attention. ” And with that he hung up, yes, there were going to be questions asked but if Clint Barton kept his mouth shut, nothing would find it’s way circling back to him. Wesley turned back to the other looking over him holding his injuries on the floor, hurt over his usual serious face along with anger. Wesley licked his lips looking down briefly before heaving a sigh.
“ Goodbye, Clint. ”
And with that he walked away, leaving him there bleeding waiting for the ambulance to take him to the hospital to retrieve the bullets out of his wounds and clean him up. With that, he left one of the few people who truly had an understanding of him. He left a man he came to care for and made his way to his car and the fact is, did his best to erase that scene from his head because he would never see Clint Barton again--he highly doubted it so best to forget.
