x. i run killers

"dread poisons, but more dread the poisoned well of thy green eyes accurst;" ~ Charles Baudelaire, Le Poison a terrorist // a toxicologist { a viper } [madame hydra for stolenhope]

[wulfofkarstark]

“Buddy, I’ve been thinking lately…About spiders.” Reader rolled a rubber ball between his hands, nose scrunched. He sat cross-legged on the grass of a small park that a helpful stranger had directed him to. It was quiet for the most part, people having better places to spend their evenings in the city. His dog pawed at his crossed legs, eager and waiting impatiently for the Inhuman to toss the ball. “I know we get upset when we run into webs, but you have to figure that the spiders are more upset than we are, right? We just went face first, usually, through something they literally spent a fucking day working on. I know I’d be a bit upset.” The dog seemed indifferent and instead tugged on his pants. 

Reader shook his head and sighed in faux exasperation. “Alright, fine,” he said before underhand tossing the ball and settling back on the grass to wait. “Go fetch.” Sure, he couldn’t see where it was going, but Forey could and the dog got a kick out of doing normal dog things. And because Reader couldn’t exactly note where the ball was going, some mishaps did occasionally happen. Instead of going the distance, the ball hit something solid not that far in front of him. Forey barked quizzically and pawed at Reader again, getting his attention. That wasn’t good. Shit. He picked his head up some and offered an apologetic smile. “…I just fucking nailed you with it, huh?”

[xhydraviper-blog]

Viper was draped artfully on the bench, a newspaper pulled open to the stock market page which she wasn’t reading. Her eyes were instead trained on a young woman who was pickpocketing a wealthy looking Wall Street man with a shark like smile. She’d first caught sight of her stealing magazines from a news stand -- her sly movement had made the terrorist smile, reminding her of herself. The girl seemed like an excellent potential recruit and so Viper had been carefully following her, looking for her weaknesses and strengths and figuring out exactly what would entice the girl into joining a terrorist organization. 

And then a ball hit her leg, so softly she might not even have noticed if it weren’t for the man who spoke. An amused and somewhat laugh escaped her. “I wouldn’t say you fucking nailed me,” she smirked, folding her paper close and crossing one leg over the other. “And if you did, that’s not very chivalrous of you. Buy me dinner first.”

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[xhydraviper-blog]

Viper didn’t consider herself evil, not really. Good and bad were arbitrary terms humanity gave to what they did or did not like. For her, morality did not exist, but rather a spectrum of usefulness. Which is why, she entered a small run down bar, cigarette at her lips, testing the limits of her long life, in search for some sort of alcohol. Yes alcohol would be very useful to her right now.

Running a terrorist organization was not all fighting and guns, which Viper much preferred to the negotiating and paperwork that also came with her position as Madame Hydra. Settling on a stool at the bar, she ordered a whiskey in a low voice, glaring at anyone who spent too long looking at her. They all turned away when faced by the terrorists hard gaze.

Except one. A figure a few seats down didn’t break eye contact, looking at her curiously. Viper tilted her head, and raised an eyebrow before speaking rudely.

“What are you looking at?”

[differentstarsland]

[xhydraviper-blog]

✂ = threatening them

People like them were capable of enacting great and terrible change; people who wore these veneers of civilized yet powerful figures while hiding the beasts and demons that rattled inside their rib cages. The Atlantean Prince’s grip on her wrist was stronger than she anticipated, and his words came in angry, harsh whisper, but that hardly phased her. Threats were a given in her line of business.

“Oh please,” Viper scoffed, responding to his heated seething with cool carelessness. “Don’t you know? Promising a nihilist destruction is like promising a child sweets, fish boy.” 

[xhydraviper-blog]

☁ = being caught in the middle of a storm with them

The rain came down in sheets, plastering her currently dark hair to her neck. The terrorist was, in a word, unhappy. Attending a fundraising gala that was actually a money laundering scheme was one of her favorite things to do…except when it also meant “taking care” of a corrupt senator who seemed to think he had more power than her. 

Having left the dead body in the room, Viper rushed outside to leave as soon as possible, cutting through Central Park to ensure she was a safe distance before disappearing. Her heels and the hem of her gown were now covered in mud and on top of it all, this weirdly chivalrous blind man was offering his umbrella in the pouring rain. 

“Do you need a lift somewhere?” she asked, because she’d never say thank you, but she didn’t like owing anyone debts either. “Apparently the blind are handicapped and I could use a free parking space.”

Just because she was wearing nice clothes didn’t mean she was nice.

[xhydraviper-blog]

❤

Paperwork forgotten, Viper allowed herself to enjoy the lips caressing hers, leaning into his figure. It was a brief reprieve in her busy, chaotic schedule…until his hand grazed her cheek. The touch was too soft, too intimate for her and so she bit down hard on his lip, drawing blood. “Some other time darling,” she purred, turning back to the reports her agents had filed. “I’m simply swamped with work.”

[xhydraviper-blog]

♡

The terrorist squinted hard at the telepath. Surely he could read the frenzied thoughts running through her mine, the biggest of which was: TRAP. TRAP. TRAP. Still, she bared her teeth in some semblance of a smile. “It’s not the first time someone’s told me I’m pretty – but it is the first time someone’s told me that while I’m trying to kill them.”

[xhydraviper-blog]

❂

“What the fuck?” Viper leaned away from the archer as best she could (touch was not meant to be healing it was meant to hurt -- even if he’d only wiped the blood off her face) but it was difficult when he had her pinned to the wall, an arrow at her throat. Grinning maniacally, she kicked out, catching him the stomach then pinning him to the ground under heel. “If you hoped showing me mercy would make me merciful in turn…you were wrong.”

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[clintbartonshrp-blog]

“Bring it on, Mortal Kombat.”

He’d dealt with snakes before…real ones. Recognized the movement as she coiled and readied himself for the attack. The blow nearly landed–if he’d moved even a millisecond later, it would’ve caught him square in the ribs. As was, he was lucky to have dodged it.

SHIELD had done its best to teach him to fight properly, with form and technique, but by the time they’d gotten to him, the damage’d mostly been done. For Clint, fights’d never been practice. A training exercise. They’d always been a struggle, a battle…the outcome’d always mattered. And it was reflected in how he moved, even now….more street fighter than secret agent. So he swung back at her, aiming low for the stomach. That’s how you did it where he came from. Stomach to wind them, legs to knock them over, groin to slow them down…compared to his SHIELD colleagues, he fought dirty. And he was just fine with that.

[xhydraviper-blog]

The reference completely went over her head; the terrorist didn’t exactly have time for games in her career. And despite her seething dislike for SHIELD agents, Viper couldn’t help but be somewhat impressed by his speed. 

“Exactly what,” she grunted, using the momentum of her missed punch to turn and block the archer’s fist with her forearm, “do you hope to gain by failing to infiltrate my base?”

His style was unrefined in comparison to her own; brute force to her lethal finesse. Viper ducked low, swinging her leg out in a quick arc to catch the agent’s knees and break his stance. If she could knock him down, she’d be able to fight as dirty as he did. This would be end up one of those fights that would end with broken teeth, bloodied lips and bone deep bruises, she knew.

[mila-kunis-is]

Mila Kunis

[winterssoldiier-blog]

A bar. That’s his location. The longer he stood in front of the door, the more he would stand out. So, Bucky cautiously turned the handle and walked inside. His facial hair had grown out even more which helped him look more unrecognizable. A long dark jacket hid his metal arm with the help of a black glove. He didn’t look at anyone directly as he made his way to a stool, taking a seat.

People were looking for him. He knew that. But, being on the run would wear down on any man. He just needed one drink. Then he’d be back on the road again. The road to finding out who he is.

He ordered a cold beer. It was slammed down in front of him and he wrapped his hands around the glass bottle. It was late at night. He didn’t plan on sleeping anyways. He’d tried sleeping. The nightmares were relentless.

When someone took the seat next to him, he was immediately put on edge. His jaw clenched, but he kept his eyes down on his drink. “You should sit somewhere else.” 

[xhydraviper-blog]

Viper had been searching for the Winter Soldier for quite some time. As one of the heads of HYDRA, she’d had significant input on exactly when and where the metal armed was used for missions. Not to mention, she’d studied his body chemistry extensively (not in the dirty way, just the scientific way, despite how pretty he was) to come up with the serum that ensured her own longevity. 

Reacquiring said asset had been among her top priorities since her return to New York; aside from his incredible skill, the Winter Soldier had the added benefit of providing the perfect sort of emotional leverage against the dear Captain. So when even a hint of rumor had arose that someone who looked like they might be hiding an arm showed up anywhere, Viper immediately went to investigate. 

And until now, she’d been luckless. It had been a rather fortuitous coincidence that resulted in the Madame Hydra entering this particular bar. The build of the man at the counter had caught her jade gaze, enough to make her curious. It was only spoke that her suspicions were confirmed.  

“Don’t be rude -- thought we’d trained you better than that,” the terrorist leader admonished, before flashing a dangerous coy smile at the bartender. “Gin, please; Taqueray 10 if you have it, otherwise Bombay Sapphire will do.”

[willwoodhq]

“It is an interesting question you’re posing here.” Dorian said, as confident as he’s ever been. “Hopefully with your gracious little body wrapped around it.” He smirked, feeling the unusually warm steel right on top of his veins. For a second he wondered where could she be storing the knife in that outfit, and honestly, the thought was very provocative. “And you’re wrong about one thing: most people perceive me as all kinds of fun.”

[xhydraviper-blog]

Viper pressed the blade against his neck a little harder, but without pressure so she didn’t break skin. “You’re quite the minx, aren’t you?” Her words came out in an even breath, light and playful despite her threatening stance. She paused a beat, then laughed, low and throaty and slid her blade low. The metal shone against the silk of his tie, and without warning, the terrorist flicked her wrist, tearing the cloth as well. “But you’re not quite my kind of fun. The sort that results in chaos and death and if we’re particularly lucky, a bit of bitter revenge thrown in.”

[iron-rand-danny-fist]

Yes I look young. No I am not young. I’m 28. 

[xhydraviper-blog]

“And I’m in my mid-nineties. Looking young is hardly the worst thing in the world.”

[willwoodhq]

“Despite being a sight for sore eyes, I truly must not allow you to, well, kill me. Or ruin my outfit.” He said, not taking seriously the attack at all, as long as his secret was safe. That was a very exquisite suit that the woman just ruined though.

[xhydraviper-blog]

“Oh, Mr. Gray, you’re no fun.” The terrorist prowled around the well dressed man like a predator circling its prey. “While looks may get you, well...everywhere, knowing how to take down an opponent is helpful.” Pulling a knife from her garter, she drew close from behind, holding the blade dangerously close to his neck. “How will that pretty little mouth of yours get you out of this scenario?”