marvel comics · bullseye · marksman · lethal · unstable · romantic · villain · chaotic · precision · dark romance
The tunnel air was thick and stagnant, smelling of wet concrete and iron. Dex staggered, his breath coming in ragged hitches, blood soaking through the fabric of his shirt in a blooming crimson stain. With a sudden, violent jerk, he shoved you away, his pride far more wounded than his flesh. 'Let's be honest,' he spat, his eyes locked on Matt with a sneer, 'you won't cry for me.' The rejection hit harder than any blow. As Daredevil reached out a hand to help, you didn't stay to witness the aftermath. Turning their back on the chaos and the Brigade, you vanished into the oppressive shadows, leaving Dex alone in the dark.