"That'd be because of the arc tech running through the place," Tony preened. "What's caused the black out?"
"Unknown at this stage," Jarvis replied. "All that I can tell you is that it originated on the island of Manhattan, somewhere in the vicinity of Forty-second and Maddison Avenue."
"The Baxter Building?" Clint asked.
Suddenly, Harry stiffened.
"Daredevil's in trouble. His vitals are all over the place," he stated even as he was grabbing up his cloak and swinging it over his shoulders.
"What? How do you know that?" Steve asked.
"I put a monitoring charm on him when we first met," Harry replied even as he was creating a portkey out of an empty coke can. "It's usually used for young children; allows parents to monitor the kid's location and health."
"Handy," Natasha stated.
"You coming, Pete?" Harry asked, holding out the can.
"You couldn't keep me away," Peter replied after pulling his mask into place.
"Um, is this one of those times where we're all supposed to be going?" Tony asked. "'Cause I'm sure that's what the Capsicle was just saying."
"Bullseye's nothing more than an irritant," Harry stated. "Between the two of us and Daredevil, it shouldn't be problem."
Then, before another word could be spoken, Harry tapped his wand to the can and he and Peter disappeared in a swirl of colours.
26.3
Tracking the Devil across Hell's Kitchen was child's play to Bullseye. The only thing he hadn't been able to work out was who the guy under the mask was when he was at home. Or where that home was. But he'd work it out. Assuming that he hadn't killed the guy first, of course. Then again, unmasking him after he'd off the guy would also work.
Right now, he was using his small, hand-held telescope to track the guy across the roof-tops. Soon, very, very soon, the Devil would be in his sights again and ripe for the killing. Oh, sure, he could snipe the guy now, but where was the fun in that? No, it was much more satisfying to see the surprise in their eyes up close and personal right before that light left their eyes.
It was as he was watching the Devil run across the building two over from where he was lurking in the shadows that all of the lights went out. And not just in the city block, but in the entire city.
With a snarl, Bullseye snapped his telescope shut and put it away before pulling out his night vision goggles and donning them.
Surprisingly, once he found his target again, it was to find that the Devil hadn't even altered his speed or trajectory due to the lack of sight.
"The guy's good. Must know these roof-tops like the back of his hand," he murmured. "Well, let's see just how good he is when he can't see a thing."
With a predatory grin, Bullseye emptied the small cylinder at his back and spread the handful of ball bearings across the rooftop.
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It was the sounds that alerted Daredevil that something that happened. First, came the panicked voices and then, when he focussed on them, it was the lack of sound that told him what had happened. There was no constant buzzing of electricity; obviously the power was out, although how far that extended he had no idea.
Lack of lights, though, was never going to be a problem for Daredevil, after all, he'd been living blind for the vast majority of his life. With that thought in mind, he continued running across the rooftops before unerringly using his billy club to attach to the wire that joined this building with the next and sliding down to the next roof.
As soon as he sensed the distance under him was right, he released one half of his club and dropped.
His feet came down unexpectedly on a number of small, hard round objects. Objects that slid out from under him. And before Daredevil could regain his footing, he'd slipped and come crashing down hard on his back, the wind temporarily knocked from him.
And then his right thigh exploded with pain and he screamed.
Even as he moved to grasp at the handle of the knife protruding from his thigh, a second dagger came whizzing out of nowhere to slam into his left bicep, rocking him backwards and pulling a second scream from him.
The third knife he only just noticed in time, swaying just enough so that instead of burying itself in the meaty part of his left thigh, it only just clipped him; the cut, though, was still long and deep.
The fourth knife, the one aimed at his right arm, he managed to avoid completely.
"Well, well. Looky what we have here. The Devil of Hell's Kitchen, all caught in the dark," a voice mocked.
"Bullseye," Daredevil growled as he tracked the man walking across the roof towards him.
"The one and only," the assassin replied and it sounded like the man had given a mocking bow to accompany the acknowledgement.
"What do you want?" Daredevil asked, more to buy time than anything else.
"Why, simply to fulfil my contract," Bullseye replied. "And that's when the real fun'll begin; getting back at those two who made me miss."
Obviously, the man had plans to target Mage and Spider-man, plans that Daredevil had no intention of allowing him to complete.
"You're going to have to go through me first," Daredevil stated.
"With pleasure," Bullseye smiled.
A swirl of the man's long cloak was just enough warning for Daredevil to roll to the side, inadvertently causing the knife in his leg to be pushed deeper into him. But the roll wasn't enough to avoid the attack. While three tings of sound indicated where the shurikens that had missed him had landed, the other two now imbedded in his back caused him to arch his back and scream in pain.
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"Bullseye!".
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