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[Snart & Murdock] If you ask me to change
"I'm a wanted man,
I got blood on my hands,
Do you understand?
I'm a wanted man"
Characters: Leonard Snart & Matt Murdock
Murdock would've heard that the criminal escaped the hospital before he could be relocated to his prison cell. No one was harmed in his escape. He'd also hear that the evidence, his Cold Gun, also went missing that same night. Again, no one was hurt. After that, Murdock wouldn't hear a peep about Cold or his weapon in his streets for months.
Until a gathering of criminals--low-life murderers and thugs--working for the Kingpin were spotted causing a raucous in an unusually bad part of town. Telltale signs of Snart's Cold Gun were reported. Several criminals were found and apprehended after being locked in an iced-over dumpster with a note attached: Cold, hard killers inside. You're welcome. No fatalities were reported.
Unfortunately for Leonard, his next scuffle didn't go so well. Kingpin was expecting his attack this time, and it ended with Snart pinned down in a warehouse that was up in flames. He hated the heat. He was on a mission. Kingpin was working with Vandal Savage, and Savage was intent on causing an uprising in this city to get the Legends killed. They had that idiot Palmer and as much as he hated to admit it, he needed to rescue the shrinking nerd. But when these guys started using Palmer's tech against him, he lost his advantage.
A gash along his cheekbone wept blood down his cheek and a cut on his temple added to the display. These guys had already killed two cops that came to investigate the scene. Snart defended a third and got him out of the building, but in doing so, lost his only chance to escape and gave away his position.
What he wouldn't give for Flash to show up right about now.
"Oh, come on!" Snart yelled in exasperation at the thugs firing relentlessly at him as he hunkered down for cover.
I got blood on my hands,
Do you understand?
I'm a wanted man"
Characters: Leonard Snart & Matt Murdock
Murdock would've heard that the criminal escaped the hospital before he could be relocated to his prison cell. No one was harmed in his escape. He'd also hear that the evidence, his Cold Gun, also went missing that same night. Again, no one was hurt. After that, Murdock wouldn't hear a peep about Cold or his weapon in his streets for months.
Until a gathering of criminals--low-life murderers and thugs--working for the Kingpin were spotted causing a raucous in an unusually bad part of town. Telltale signs of Snart's Cold Gun were reported. Several criminals were found and apprehended after being locked in an iced-over dumpster with a note attached: Cold, hard killers inside. You're welcome. No fatalities were reported.
Unfortunately for Leonard, his next scuffle didn't go so well. Kingpin was expecting his attack this time, and it ended with Snart pinned down in a warehouse that was up in flames. He hated the heat. He was on a mission. Kingpin was working with Vandal Savage, and Savage was intent on causing an uprising in this city to get the Legends killed. They had that idiot Palmer and as much as he hated to admit it, he needed to rescue the shrinking nerd. But when these guys started using Palmer's tech against him, he lost his advantage.
A gash along his cheekbone wept blood down his cheek and a cut on his temple added to the display. These guys had already killed two cops that came to investigate the scene. Snart defended a third and got him out of the building, but in doing so, lost his only chance to escape and gave away his position.
What he wouldn't give for Flash to show up right about now.
"Oh, come on!" Snart yelled in exasperation at the thugs firing relentlessly at him as he hunkered down for cover.
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He then turned and gathered his wrists behind his back for Matt to ensnare his wrists. "You go in confidently, you tell them you're here to make a trade. Play it up a bit. I'm told I'm dramatic. Raymond Palmer for Daredevil and assurance of your safe departure. As soon as we've got eyes--or sonar, whatever you use to see--on Raymond, we move with the best escape route. I'll warn you if Savage is there. That... may require some extra caution. And Matt," He began sharply, using his first name for emphasis. "if I go down, leave me and get the kid out."
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Matt paid close attention to the instructions, trying to fill the parka the same way that Captain Cold did. This was going to take everything they had...and a bit of luck. "Aim, button, charge. Got it." Guns were his least favorite weapon. He'd had plenty fired at him but never fired back. Even holding it, he could sense the cold coming from it. His shoulder aching in remembrance of his first encounter with it's destructive capability.
He set the baton in Snart's crossed hands, "Hold to this," and wrapped the line around his wrists and around his shoulders. Moving his thumb to a secret switch. "Depress that and the line retracts quickly." Getting out of it was quicker than getting into it. A little safety feature Matt had built in to his nightsticks in case any criminal type decided to tie him up with his own weapons.
"The Kingpin's office is on the roof in the penthouse suite." He slipped on the goggles, adjusting them as best as he could and hoping they looked right. "...why the goggles?" For effect? For the outfit? He had to ask.
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"They protect my eyes. The lenses are blacked out. That's how I knew you didn't rely on your vision in the bank. The flash my Cold Gun gives off is blinding in the best situations. It's downright brutal in the dark. It should've disoriented you, but it didn't."
"Keep the gun at my back, unless someone approaches. If you think you can pull it off, ice the security cameras as we pass. It's what I'd do to get someone's attention." And, just to be a general kink in their operation, because that was how Leonard Snart worked. "But I don't know what you can and can't pinpoint. You sure did a damn good job pinpointing me."
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They start walking towards the building as Matt does his best to explain his own abilities. "It's....difficult to explain. I can sense where things are with my other senses, not my eyes. Call it radar sense, fine that works. I wouldn't know what a bat sees any more than it would with a human's sense of vision."
The doors were closed, obviously, as they walked up to them. Matt pauses, listening...the subtle squeak of a camera turning on them...and then takes the gun away from Snart's back to fire twice. Hitting both cameras dead on.
Right. Dramatic. "Anyone home?!" he calls out.
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From inside there was muttering when 'Snart' and 'Daredevil' were both identified. One of the men opened the doors, but didn't look like he knew where to aim the gun. It dipped between 'Snart' and 'Daredevil'. "Boss was expecting you."
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The men did step aside to let 'Captain Cold' in, almost at a loss for what to do. These didn't look like your ordinary thugs to Snart. Then again, he wasn't used to this city's idea of organised crime. A tattoo behind one of the thug's ears told him what he needed to know. Horus. These guys, or at least some of them, were Savage's followers. So, he really did embed himself with the Kingpin in more than just business deals.
One of them got on the phone and after a short, private conversation, he looked at 'Snart'. "Boss says you're clear to head up, Captain Cold. The Devil for the Atom."
Snart tensed. The Atom. Kingpin really did do his homework.
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He had a surreal moment of what it would be like if he was ever caught and turned in. When this was over, he was going to have to ask Snart what changed his path from being a crook to the straight and narrow.
"I know how this works, how do I know the Atom is still alive?" he scowls back at the biggest thug near him. "I didn't track down Daredevil just to get a pat on the back."
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The nearest thug raised his gun just slightly, looking dubiously at 'Snart'. The voice that spoke next didn't belong to any of the men currently pointing guns at the pair. He was off screen with an odd accent to his silken voice. If Daredevil thought Snart was confident, this guy shot Snart's act to hell and made him seem insecure in comparison.
"He's alive. But don't take my word for it. Leave us." The man ordered the men as he stepped out into the room. He was dressed in a black suit with a white under shirt. Gold cufflinks adorned his cuffs and impossibly shiny black shoes clicked on the floor as he walked, dragging an unconscious Ray Palmer with him. He fired a shot into Leonard's leg, making him drop to his knee with a startled cry of pain. "Wouldn't do to let your new friend interfere with our deal, would it? Where is your Time Master? I expected he would be here." To Snart's credit, he didn't break the charade, even with a bullet in his leg while Savage held a gun to Palmer. The man still seemed to think Daredevil was Leonard.
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Somehow he managed to keep the gun trained at Snart's back without pointing it at the shooter. But he didn't look happy about it. "I'm working this deal alone." Already he didn't like this man. "Do I get to shoot you now?" An edge in his voice that was less arrogant and more promising he would do it later.
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"You could." Savage stated, opening his arms up as if inviting the attempt. "But what would that get you? A dead friend? You think you will get out of here alive if you shoot me? You would still have to carry your unconscious friend." He nudged Palmer's shoulder with his foot. "He is not getting up and running any time soon."
Savage laughs a short, derisive sound with that ever-present smile. "Of course you are alone. Was sacrificing that man for this one something your Captain was too soft for? To you, this is just business, is it not? Well? Bring him and take your man. The Kingpin will give me anything I want with his nemesis off the streets."
Snart took a sharp breath, steeling himself for the pain that would come with being forced to stand again.
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Matt steeled himself too. "Well you know what they say...no honor amongst thieves." He puts his free hand on Snart's shoulder, the cold gun sliding down to his tied hands and left there as Matt makes his move. The guards had stepped out, they were alone, now was the time to act.
He vaults suddenly into a front flip right over Snart's shoulder, his feet connecting with Savage's face and taking him completely by surprise. The parka flying in his face is next. Fists and feet following in succession as Savage is forced to leave the unconscious Ray behind and try to fight the acrobatic man. The acrobatic man who was decidedly NOT Snart.
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He felt his gun and needed no further warning than that. He released the safety on the baton and pulled the cowl from his face. He watched the man move with grace and knew Savage was not skilled or limber enough to evade. He forced himself to his feet, steadying on the baton, he advanced on Ray while the other two were busy.
Savage took every hit, knocked back and down almost like a ragdoll. But in a brief lull, Matt might notice the man laughing, even with blood on his teeth. "You think you can defeat me? I am immortal!"
"Daredevil, heads up!" Snart called, chucking the baton to him like a javelin and fired his gun at the door the thugs left through, icing it shut so they couldn't join them again, easily.
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"Justice always comes to those who do evil. It will never stop coming for you, Vandal Savage." It was easy to see why criminals in Hell's Kitchen quailed in their boots over being caught by Daredevil. But Savage responded instead by firing his gun at Matt's head.
And missed.
Matt dodged the bullet in the nick of time as he came, cracking his baton across the man's jaw sharply. Forcing him to fall down, his gun skittering away across the tiled floor.
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"I hate to ruin your moment," Snart breathed through the pain, leaving his words clipped. "but we need to leave." He staggered and only barely caught himself before he fell under Palmer. "Even that won't kill him. It'll just stall him." That, and he was a little afraid of what might happen if Savage did get off a well-aimed shot. The man wasn't against playing dirty, and he could already tell where that next bullet would've gone if he'd gotten the gun again. A tactic he'd pulled on Barry Allen in the past... If you can't shoot the hero, make the hero move into the bullet by shooting at an innocent. He'd be damned if he'd let this stupid kid take a bullet while he was unconscious, so that meant either it'd wind up in him, or Matt.
It only took a moment longer for a few stray goons who had been outside to filter in the front door and began firing wildly at Daredevil.
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But he would be leaving Snart and his friend out to dry and be killed by his goons if he left him.
The gunfire cinched it for him. Moving quickly, he avoided being hit and took out the nearest thug, backflipping into the next one. Clearing a path to the exit.
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When the path was cleared, Leonard clenched his jaw and ran. He didn't stop, even when another bullet buzzed past him. He kept Palmer's head down, holding the man close and just hoped Daredevil was behind him. Clear of the building, he kept the pace for as long as he could, before he collapsed, breathing heavily. He wasn't out of shape by any means.
Leonard pulled himself out from under Palmer's gangly frame and rolled onto his back. His pants leg was soaked through and down to his sock. The elevated heart rate only pumped blood through the wound quicker. So, his lightheadedness was blood loss. That made sense. He'd managed to at least drop in a dark alley, for whatever it was worth. He held up Daredevil's cowl unsteadily.
"You still with me? Thought you might want this back." He didn't open his eyes or sit up yet. He hoped the world would stop spinning if he just rested a moment. "I know you wanted to stay, but with Savage there, we wouldn't 've made it out alive. You have my word that we'll go back. I'll get you back inside and you can settle whatever score you have with the Kingpin then." He had a feeling he knew. Matt hadn't outright said it, but this wasn't just about keeping the city safe.
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He lands on his feet next to Snart, still wearing the man's goggles, parka in hand. He covered him with the coat, one ear listening for anyone chasing them. So far, it seemed they had made good on their escape. If this could be considered good, he could smell the blood.
Another line from his nightstick cinches around Leonard's leg for a makeshift tourniquet. "We're not going back tonight," he says, his words tinged with regret that he couldn't quite hide. He'd have to accept there would be other days for taking down the Kingpin. Right now, he had to get help for these two, there was no way he could carry both. "You have any way of contacting this team of yours?"
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"Yes, and no. We're stationed close. There's an abandoned lot a few blocks over. We're... parked there." He finally opened his eyes and sat up. He braced himself against the dizziness before fighting to pull himself up. "I can make it."
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He crouches next to Snart, unwilling to give up on saving both of them. "If you stay here with your friend, I can bring reinforcements." He knew which lot he was talking about. Daredevil could move faster if he wasn't carrying anyone. Cold had his gun if anyone came along and tried to attack them in the meantime.
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"Reinforcements? You wouldn't even know how to find them without my help." Well, he was only partly certain of that. True, Matt was blind, so that meant the visual camouflage of the ship was lost on him. Hell, he might even be able to make out that there was something there, but the ship only opened to the crew. Gideon didn't know this guy from Hamlet. "Anyway, it's highly unlikely anyone's home right now. They don't even know Raymond's safe."
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"Some team you have." No, that wasn't a compliment. He was hoping for some luck for all three of them to get there safely.
*Throws a lot of information at Matt*
"Like I said, we're damn good at what we do. I never said what we did was teamwork. We were picked for our individual skills. You know mine. Raymond's here is his suit. Or, his brain, I guess. We're a team of misfits. We just happen to be bad ass misfits." He started forward, staggering at first, but managed to steady his gait after a few clumsy steps.
Snart kept to back alleys, staying close to walls and shadows. He refused to draw attention to them, even if it was just a bystander. By the time they made it to the ship, his pulse was thready and his breathing was irregular. He put a hand over the sensor and the hatch descended. As soon as he stepped on board, the ship chimed in with an alert.
"Mister Snart, you have sustained a bullet wound and lost a great deal of blood. The wound is clean, missing most major arteries, however there are a number of ruptured blood vessels and torn muscle tissue. You require immediate attention."
"Tell me something I don't know." He muttered. "Gideon, Daredevil-Daredevil, Gideon. Ship's computer. Follow me, and feel free to dump Raymond anywhere." He is the most compassionate.
*catches all of it*
The ship was an odd mixture of sound and warmth in front of him. Not an outline he recognized, even when the door opened. But he followed in, Raymond still dangling off his shoulder. The voice was a surprise, coming from the walls. "...sounds helpful." A computer that knew when someone was hurt.
He puts Ray down carefully against the nearest wall, checking his pulse in his neck. Still okay. He then follows behind Snart slowly, still working on what his ears were telling him. "Hope your Gideon is a medic."
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He would've been worried about Raymond had Gideon brought any life-threatening issues to their attention, but when the AI didn't comment on his condition, he assumed all was well. Probably sleeping off whatever the Kingpin knocked him out with.
Cold all but threw himself onto one of the tables and kicked his foot against a chair to slide it to Daredevil. He pulled the bracelet on, the glowing cable lit up immediately on contact and began administering painkillers, as well as encouraging the reproduction of blood cells. Snart hissed when the automated systems began healing the wound in his thigh.
"I have notified Captain Hunter of your return and success in locating Mister Palmer. He is less than pleased that you've brought a guest. As a matter of fact, his exact words were, Of-bloody-course he did. Shall I send him your reply?"
"No." Snart's tone was cutting. "So, now you've met Savage. He's an immortal with four thousand years of reincarnation under his belt."
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Good lord, I'm sorry.
don't, its good!
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Fin? XD
Finito!