[Snart & Murdock] Victory's within the mile

[frostyfelon]

"Life's a game but it's not fair
I break the rules so I don't care
So I keep doin' my own thing
Walkin' tall against the rain"

Characters: Leonard Snart and Matt Murdock
Continuation of: The Sound and Fury

Stealth. Sara was better suited at it than he was, but he was still better than say, Palmer, Firestorm, or Mick. Plus, he worked better with Daredevil. They'd had practise together, they knew eachother's habits to an extent and he trusted Matt more than Sara did. So, stealth. The only problem with stealth, was that it worked better if you actually had the advantage of surprise. The moment he got the door to the vault room open, a hand grabbed him by the front of his jacket, jerked him forward, and slammed him into a wall. He was already glad Daredevil was concealed carefully in the room adjacent. He'd hear the assault, but he'd also be out of sight of his assailant. However, as soon as he got a look at his assailant, he knew Daredevil would need help. Malcolm Merlyn. Former leader of the League of Assassins, if the data was right. Why was he here? Rip said they were just investigating a small time aberration. An artefact called the Sheers of Destiny or something like that. Leonard didn't care what they were called, he just knew he needed to nab them and get them back to their proper place in time.

Funny how that wasn't actually happening right now. No, instead, Malcolm had him jerked from the doorway and slammed against the nearby wall in less than two seconds, his world spinning and the wind knocked from his lungs, then he felt something sharp pierce his neck. Shit!

"He should've sent Sara. Sorry, Snart. You're not up to a fight with me." Malcolm smiled and patted Leonard's cheek. Leonard managed to pull the Cold gun from its holster before Malcolm could stop him, but he did manage to grab the barrel in time to keep it aimed away from himself. "Ah-ah. Really?" Merlyn slammed Snart's hand back against the wall, the force jarring his grip and the gun clattered to the ground. He slid his hand to hold Leonard's wrist and before Cold even knew what was going on, he was spun around and shoved face first into the wall, arm wrenched up behind his back painfully, taking a heavy blow to the kidney. Malcolm landed three more to the same target before Snart's legs gave out under the assault and Malcolm made sure his head met the wall with the same force as his wrist.

Daredevil would hear a body collapse to the ground. Snart was still breathing, but it had slowed. He was unconscious. There was a slight hitch to it, however, and not just from the pain. Malcolm pulled out a communications device and spoke into it, "You were right, they did come. I doubt he's alone, but their little Captain thought he could actually sneak Leonard Snart into the building."

"Secure him. I need you and Darhk back here, now." The voice replied.

Malcolm ziptied Snart's wrists and ankles together and left him on the floor, taking his gun with him, pulling the door shut when he left, confident Snart wouldn't be awake any time soon...

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Welcome back!

[frostyfelon]

Malcolm shrugged as Daredevil kicked into motion. The assassin blocked both kicks and evaded the nightstick. He laughed and put distance between them as he dodged the stick, swinging around to Daredevil's back.

"Hoo-hoo-hooh! You're quick. More of a challenge than Cold over here. Soon to be Cold and dead." No one thinks you're funny, Malcolm. "Okay, Mr. Daredevil, have it your way. Let's dance!"

Leonard had to admit, he was starting to live up to his name. He felt pretty damn cold. He also couldn't follow the movements of the fight. Len did, however, reach up and grab the shears off his stomach to keep them safe.

Malcolm pulled a combat blade from his belt and held it in a reverse grip. He brought his other arm up to guard. "Just a thought: if you leave the soon-to-be dead partner of yours and the fancy scissors, I'm pretty sure you'll be able to fight your way out alive. Seems like a better option that dying at my hand, doesn't it?"

[daredevilawyer]

He grit his teeth and fought back harder than ever. Unwilling to give up, even in the face of someone who could beat him.

"No, it doesn't," he says, blocking the blade and sweeping low for his legs with the nightsticks. "If he dies, you die." He is not leaving.

[frostyfelon]

Malcolm jumped, avoiding the sweep but just narrowly. He didn't appreciate that they were both getting nowhere with eachother. "Bold words. Can you back them up?"

The servos and internal machinery were very advanced, but it was still likely that Matt could hear them when Malcolm moved the fingers of his left hand. He lashed out with it, trying to grab one of Matt's nightsticks with the false hand while he swiped at the vigilante with the blade.

"ETA: Eight minutes." Gideon spoke into Snart's earpiece.

"Hang in there, Hero." Snart muttered under his breath, almost certain Matt could hear him. He hated being this useless! Especially when someone was fighting his fight for him.

[daredevilawyer]

The hand lit up with sound for Matt, making it even easier to avoid it for him. He does let him have one nightstick while his other one smashes down on the knife hand, taking it away. He lets the knife fly, the man ducking in the nick of time as it buries itself in the wall behind him.

[frostyfelon]

Malcolm doesn't make a sound when the nightstick cracks down against his hand. It wasn't the pain that made him lose grasp of the knife, because he hardly felt pain anymore. At least of such trivial sources. It was the force of the blow that knocked the blade from his fingers, sending it flying.

"You're good. Sacrificing one baton to keep in step and take my knife hand. Do you play chess, Mr. Daredevil?" The obvious quip about sacrificing pawns would be a cliche play, but he settles on just smirking and letting actions speak louder than quips. He releases the baton quickly and moves back, mechanical hand going into his coat to produce a small throwing star. A flick of the wrist and it was airborne...

...on a collision course with Leonard's barely conscious form, leaving it up to Matt whether he stopped the star or let Snart take the blow. Odds were, as soon as Matt turned to save Snart, Malcolm would strike him in the back.

The Atom flew right between Matt and Malcolm, miniaturised until just before impact. He let his size return to throw himself shoulder first into Merlyn. At that speed, there was almost no way it didn't crack a few of the Dark Archer's ribs.

"He won't be down long!" Palmer called.

"Pyjama Party, get Snart outta here! Me an' Haircut got the assassin." Mick came up behind them, gun already primed and ready to spray fire in Merlyn's direction.

lol Mick

[daredevilawyer]

He was all set to take one for Leonard without thinking but the telltale sound of the Atom suit made him pause for a moment. Long enough for the rescue to ensue.

"I might get used to this teamwork after all," he said, trying to help pick up Snart off the floor. He retrieved the scissors and his baton on the way as they all made a bid for freedom. Matt clenching the artifact in his hand without realizing as they made their way back to the ship.

I thought Matt needed a MICKname. XD

[frostyfelon]

Snart barely smirked, looking a little too out of it and far paler than his usual fair complexion. "...told you. If Mick can do it, you can too."

Oh, he loathed being carried, but he knew that was literally the only way he was getting back to the ship alive. By the time Matt made it through the Waverider's hatch, Gideon alarmingly reported Leonard's condition.

"Mister Snart's internal organs are already shutting down. His blood-pressure is crashing and he's going into shock."

In no time, Jax and Martin were helping Matt get Leonard into medical. Fortunately for Leo, Gideon already had an antidote for that particular poison in her database, synthesising it took seconds. From there, saving Snart's life was as simple as reversing the damage. Okay, not so simple, but for Gideon, it wasn't any more difficult than regrowing a limb.

When he woke, everything was too bright, too loud, and his skin was too sensitive. But at least he woke up. "...next time I decide to get hit by a train, I'd appreciate it if someone would shoot me instead." He ground out from the medical table, eyes still shut because it hurt to open them. All he could see was blinding white when he did.

You are so right *dies* mickname

[daredevilawyer]

Never had Daredevil sprinted towards medical so fast. It was a slim hope that the computer to fix such a lethal situation. He should have more faith in Gideon's abilities.

When he's finally able to catch his breath, Snart sitting in the healing chair. A slight pain registering in his right hand as he realizes he still has the artifact. "Spose that means the mission was a success," he says with a sigh, setting the scissors down on a computerized counter and assessing the small cut on his hand as best as he could with his fingertips. Only a scratch, but it was bleeding. Nothing he couldn't bandage on his own, let Gideon take care of Snart first.

When he comes to, Matt is seated nearby, napping in between waiting for Cold to wake up. He stood and came over to Leonard with a smile of relief, his hood pulled back. "Sorry, guns aren't my specialty. I could resort to knocking you over the head if you prefer?"

[frostyfelon]

"Sounds like a plan." Cold replied, throwing an arm over his eyes. The light was piercing through his eyelids like little knives to the brain. "I guess this means I owe you again."

"What I remember of that fight, I think Sara has competition as the badass of the team. You were going easy on me when we first met." If he sounds put out about that, it wasn't Matt's imagination.

[daredevilawyer]

Matt chuckles, "Don't let her hear you say that." Or he really will get that knock on the head. There's a hollowness to his laugh though, Matt does feel partially responsible for not being quick enough to prevent the situation from turning bad to worse in the first place. He always could be quicker, faster to react. Sara likely feels the same way sometimes.

[frostyfelon]

"Point." He quirked a smirk and squirmed, trying to get off the medical chair. Either Gideon had him mildly sedated through the bracelet, or he was still just too weak to do much on his own, because he absolutely failed that struggle.

"You didn't happen to get my gun by any chance, did you? I know you had other things to worry about," But dammit, he wasn't leaving it here with that assassin douche. And he would be going after it, too.

If Snart knew Matt was blaming himself for Snart's inability to fight off Malcolm, he might actually roll his eyes. He didn't blame Matt. He was grateful that the man had his back.

[daredevilawyer]

"I'm afraid not," Matt says, not happy with losing one of their weapons either. They'll have to go back for it at some point, whenever Snart is back on his feet. "I'm sure it will turn up again."

Not like that guy was going to leave them alone anytime soon. He lends a hand for Snart to get up out of the chair when he hears the struggle.