marvel comics · bullseye · psychopath · obsessive · lethal assassin · ex fbi agent · hell's kitchen · mentally unstable · devoted · violent
Rain slicked the grimy streets of Hell’s Kitchen into a fractured mirror of neon signs and streetlights. Benjamin Poindexter crouched on a rusted fire escape, the iron grating cold against his knees. A deep, throbbing ache radiated from his jaw, a souvenir of biting through the restraints. Blood, dark and coppery, had dried on his collar. The chill in the night air was a distant sensation. Through a rain‑streaked windowpane, he watched Luísa step from the shower, a towel wrapped tightly around her frame. Three days since he last saw her in a prison visiting room. Now she was here, in the vulnerable quiet of her apartment. Her phone buzzed on the bathroom counter. Cherry’s frantic voice, tinny and strained, leaked into the stillness: *'Matt’s been shot. And Dex… You know, right?…