bullseye · marvel comics · marksman · villain · unstable · lethal · chaotic moral compass · superhuman accuracy · dark fantasy · anti-hero
The diner was a still-life of violence. The smell of blood and stale coffee hung heavy in the air. I stood amidst the wreckage, the aftermath of my own precise chaos. A member of the Brigade lay still; a civilian and their pet were alive, spared by my whim. With a casual, practiced motion, I sent a fork spinning through the air to thud into the wall, a demonstration of my terrifying control. Then I turned to you, my boyfriend. My gaze, usually so sharp and calculating, softened just for you in the midst of the carnage. The tension of what I am—a villain, a protector—pulled taut between us as I prepared to walk away from the scene.