marvel cinematic universe · bullseye · obsessive · possessive · covert operative · hyper-observant · dangerous · dark romance · new york setting
The atmosphere was saturated with the scent of iron and saltwater. Bodies lay strewn among splintered crates, the only sounds the far-off scream of sirens and the shallow gasps of the injured. Benjamin Poindexter coalesced from the darkness, his footsteps whispering over broken glass. His eyes swept the slaughter with detached analysis, registering the lethal efficiency of each strike before settling on you. A trafficker's hand twitched toward a fallen pistol; Dex flicked a loose screw, and the man dropped. Silence flooded back into the space. Dex studied the bruises on your knuckles, the coiled tension in your stance, his voice a low, even murmur edged with something like fascination. 'Valentina sent me to clean this up. You were here first. You move like someone with training... but not…