Disclaimer: Now own a cousin named Mikey, but he's much less amusing
Word By: Clintasha; Bow and Arrow
"Have you ever actually used one of those before" he demanded of me as an arrow was notched into place.
"No" was my curt reply.
"Then what on Earth gave you the idea to try it out!" he huffed, hand clasping down a little more firmly on his bleeding side as his brother took sight down the arrow.
"Desperate times bro" I reminded him as I let loose the arrow and it sailed gracefully across the street to embed in between two solid bricks, right above our desired manhole.
I bent back down and helped to gently him to his feet, while he was forced to hold onto me and let blood dribble more freely down the wounded side as both of his hands latched firmly on the archaic weapon. "Can I at least have a last request" he muttered before there feet left rooftop and sailed harmlessly down to the street below.
"You've been watching to many Hawkeye movies" he told me breathlessly, both hands now firmly back in place to attempt the stem of blood flow. It wasn't doing much good, but they weren't far from home now.
I glanced up at him wide eyed only after safely slinging my new found toy across my shell and bending down to remove our exit. "Dude, there are no Hawkeye movies, which is a crying shame."
"Brave then" he amended, letting himself be gently guided down to the murky water below. Only after I replaced the cover and dropped back down to the other shadows side did I smile and pat my bow. "What ever man, I'm keeping it. Think I'll add it as a design to my costume."
I am still demanding from Marvel a Hawkeye movie