August 10th, 2007

Wanna know what I noticed?

When I'm bored, just swingin' around aimlessly with nothing to do, no bad guys show up. None Then, when I'm busy looking for monsters or crazy people (ex: Carnage and Gobby), all hell decides to break loose at the same time. So I've got like, five things to do at once.

So, what's new this time?

She's baaaa-aaaack!

The crazy assassin lady. Go figure.

"Oh, well, look who it is. The crazy assassin lady." I told her.

She was so fast my spider-sense didn't even warn me about this one. She pulled out a gun from her fancy-pants belt and aimed right between my eyes. Would've killed me instantly.

"Eh...heh. Is it too late for us to be friends?" I asked. I put my arms in the air, trying to show her I didn't want to fight. Okay, I did want to fight. I just didn't want to get shot.

"My contract with the Kingpin was terminated the day you confronted me and took all my weapons."

"Looks like you got another shipment in." I added. See? Told you it was right under my nose. I suspected Kingpin from day one! I just didn't do a thing about it. THAT came back to bite me in the ass.

"Do you know the humiliation? He picked me, over Elecktra, over anybody. And I was defeated. By you." Her voice showed a little bit of an accent, maybe French, I was too scared to tell.

"I swear to God am I just going to cry right here." I said.

She ignored me. "I've been searching this city from its sewers to skylines, hunting for you. I do not care if my contract ended with my employer. This one is personal."

"I-it's okay, lady. I mean, everyone loses sometimes. That's why people are dead and people are in jail."

"I do not lose."

"Now you sound like Bullseye." I said.

Why was she taking her time with this? Assassins killed quickly and just got the deed done. So...why was I so special?

That's when I noticed she wasn't looking at me. I turned my head slightly to see what she was paying attention to--if it wasn't her target, then it was something important.

It was man. In red leather. With horns.

Dare Devil.

"Ah, I was wondering when we'd meet. Kingpin was very interested in you." The crazy lady said. The gun was still pointed at me. Super.

"Drop your weapon." he ordered. I felt like an idiot--after the fight we had, I looked so weak right now. My hands were up, a gun pointed to my head, and, to make it all worse, it was a girl.

"You have no authorization here, Dare Devil. I do not take orders from anyone but my employer."

"I gave you a chance." He said.

It all happened so fast. He jumped and went to attack her. She hadn't been expecting this, and she fired her gun with panic.

That's when I fell down.

The pain was so unreal. It hurt like nothing I ever felt. Don't get me wrong, I have had bullets pierce my body before, but it isn't something you get used to. I cried out in pain--a lot of pain--and fell to the rooftop floor. I grabbed at my wound, and I felt my hand soaked with my own blood. I looked down to see where the bitch had shot me.

My chest--closer to my shoulder. A few good inches from my heart. I stayed focused, tried to stay awake--I was afraid that if I closed my eyes they would never open again. I was delirious and half dead when I finally saw a blurry image of Dare Devil come to my side. I hadn't even paid attention to their battle. I had my own survival issues.

I do remember seeing his face. Even if his mask half-covered it, his expression was grave and full of grief.

"Heya, buddy." I remember saying.

"We'll get you to a hospital. Just stay with me, okay?"

"Thanks, dude."

And that's when I was carried off in his arms. And that's when I passed out.

Needless to say, I'm fine. I mean, otherwise I wouldn't be mentioned in this blog, but in an obituary in the Bugle. Jameson would've probably wrote it, of course. But anyway--I woke up strapped down to a bed. Leather straps. I could've snapped those with a quick turn. I just didn't feel like it at the moment. But where the heck was I? That was answered soon enough.

Nick Fury waltzed in. Oh, just the man I wanted to see if I was lying on my deathbed. So I was in a S.H.I.E.L.D hellicarrier, huh? What else is new.

"Wallcrawler." he greeted.

"Fury." I said. I decided to try and break the straps, ya know, to show off little. Apparently I was too weak to even do that. I felt like an idiot(again) talking to the Colonel while tied down to a bed.

"You were shot about five to seven inches above your heart. You got lucky."

"I always do, huh?" That's when I really remembered what happened. "Where's Dare Devil?"

"He dropped you off and left. Considering he's another untrusted masked vigilante in this hell of a city, he didn't think sticking around in a hellicarrier full of agents was a good idea."

"He saved my life. He saved my life and I was a jackass to him."

"I don't care about your love life, Spider-Man. Just rest up." he smiled. He made a joke. That's new.

After some medics explained that I practically cheated death, had stitches in my chest and would be up-to-speed in a week's time, I sought out Dare Devil. I went to Hell's Kitchen, because...well...he likes it around there. Anyway, I had no luck. I kinda felt bad, since we had that fight and all. And I searched the rest of the night for him, stopping to catch my breath from the pain of the bullet wound. I wanted to tell him thank you, and that I was sorry.

No sign of him

Damn.

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Be careful. That assassin ain't through with you.

--Ben Grimm

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The assassin is still out there. She took her chance to run once I went to check on you. I'm Sorry Too. And You're Welcome. That's What Friends Are For.

--Dare Devil