Mimi 🖤

Dex ran after the Black Widow, a deranged smile on his face as he watched her grow weaker and weaker.

Her rough coughs followed by spitting out blood echoed the alley as she crashed into a trash can but continued pushing herself to her limit.

She turned a corner and sprinted into a building, the door she went through slamming shut and a lock clicked in place. Shouts in Italian and the rushing of boots made Dex retreat.

Before finding a hiding spot, he wandered to the street and found a mini mart to go in. He went inside, the cashier freezing where he was as Dex smiled and waved.

“Evening,” Dex greeted casually. “Do you have first aid supplies?”

“What the fuck….” The cashier muttered before nodding his head. “Y-Yeah. Two aisles back. It's in front of the chips.”

The cashier watched the vigilante grab first aid supplies before approaching the counter. He scanned each item, his eyes remaining downcast as he displayed the total.

“Do you take cash?” Dex asked.

“Yes, sir.”

Dex dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a small clip wallet. He set down a twenty.

“Keep the change. You deserve it.”

The cashier watched Dex walk out, his heart racing. The civilian had no idea how to react as he rung up the twenty then pocketed the change.

Dex climbed the fire escape of a nearby building and sat on a rooftop to wait out the Black Widow. He took off his mask and wiped the sweat from his forehead with it. He then started to patch up the stab wounds he received from her.

The job was supposed to be simple and done without witnesses. Valentina was adamant on that aspect, but as he thought about the bar incident and the task force coming to arrest him and the Black Widow, his chances of being paid dwindled. Better yet, his credibility for this job was at stake if he didn't kill his target soon.

However, as he sat there and thought about the Black Widow, he wondered how much Valentina purposely left out.

She needs you to make someone disappear, and from what we hear you're good at that, Valentina’s assistant had said to him when she approached with the offer. Miss DeFontaine said the HVT knows too much, and screwed her over.

He had read over the file the assistant gave him, eyeing the background information on the Black Widow assassin. Valentina didn't provide much—just an age, her location, and a blacked-out summary of her—, but Dex was thankful for the photo stapled to the file. It gave him a face to hunt down and a routine to memorize.

But how did she catch my knife? That should have killed her?

His attention went to the door of the building opening and he saw the Black Widow stumble out. Her gloved hand held her ribs, but she looked better. She went into another building and opened the door.

The Black Widow didn't seem to be in a rush.

Dex climbed down the fire escape, his presence spooking a kid who sat by one of the windows. He waved to the vigilante, the man waving back and giving a smile as he climbed down and dropped on the ground. He quickly followed the Black Widow and peeked through the open door, his eyes squinting in the dim light.

No threats.

The vigilante pushed the door open and walked in, knives unsheathed and his eyes scanning the empty warehouse. Shipping crates, pallets, metal containers—there was nothing to be on guard for except for the Russian assassin.

“Are you coming to say thank you for saving your ass?”

The Black Widow stood beside a shipping crate, her eyes drooping and her breathing rough. Dex eyed her closely, the woman doing the same.

She was definitely a bit younger than him. Her long black hair was clipped back and braids draped over her shoulders. The scar on her face matched his, the pink skin on her cheek telling him hers was newer.

“Look at us: we match.”

“Match as in being cheated by the Fisks? Then yeah.”

Dex frowned at her for a moment before asking, “What was that in the other building?”

“Ah, my employer: Italian mob boss wanting revenge. The usual,” she said simply, her accent coarse from coughing. “Fisk’s men unintentionally got to my target first. My employer didn't want to pay me since I didn't kill him and bring him his head.”

“Fisk wants you dead?” He asked as he walked toward her. She backed away, her eyes narrowing.

“Everyone wants me dead so get in line. You'll get your turn after the Fisks, Daredevil, the Punisher, and DeFontaine…. Did she send you?”

“Why does Valentina want you dead?”

“I'll be seeing you around,” the Black Widow ignored his question. “Next time you find me, do a better job with the punches. Throwing things can only get you so far.”

The Black Widow kicked away a shipping crate like it was nothing and Dex gawked at her. She opened a hatch and started to climb down to the sewers.

Valentina didn't tell me shit about her.

Dex lunged forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair, the Black Widow shouting in alarm as she grabbed where his arm bent. His fingers gripped her black curls as he kept her in place.

“I will snap your arm if you don't let go.”

He yanked her away from the hatch and climbed on top of her. In one swift motion, he pinned her hands above her head and pulled out a knife to hold at her neck. He looked into her storm gray eyes, smiling when his gaze moved to the nick in her ear.

“Looks like I didn't miss after all,” he breathed into her ear. His breath tickling her skin made her body flinch underneath him.

She kept her eyes void of emotion but judging by how fast her chest rose and fell, she was panicking. His knife moved her jacket away from the zipper of her jumpsuit before tracing the curve of her chest.

“Now, name please?”

“Got to hell.”

“Now is that nice?”

She struggled under him, her ribs burning and exhaustion getting the best of her as she looked up at him.

“So, Black Widow,” he looked over her face then to her left wrist, seeing the scar wrapping around it. She followed his gaze, grimacing when he rubbed his thumb over the tender, raw skin. “You were quite interesting to study as I memorized your routine.”

Dex continued to trace the scar around her wrist. The knife’s tip moved to her neck, the blade pressing into skin and small beads of blood dripped down it.

“Sleeping till noon; grocery shopping every other Sunday; handcuffing your wrist to your bed every night. Did your handlers do that to you in the Red Room? Were you a bad girl, honey?”

Her face fell at the mention of the Room, Dex doing a double take at her. With a bit of difficulty, the Black Widow managed to flip him onto his back. Her legs pinned his arms and she held his knife to his neck. Her left hand gripped his hair as she tilted his head back, the knife tracing his Adam's apple. He grunted from the feel of her hands in his hair and couldn't help the warmth building in his chest when he felt the friction of her hips on him.

Shouldn't be thinking it but damn it, this Widow is beautiful.

“You have no right—NO RIGHT to mention the Room to me,” she growled as she tightened her grip on his hair. All he did was smile.

“Looks like I got under someone’s pretty skin. What's the matter, sweetheart? Got something you wanna share?”

She inhaled deeply, her eyes staring into his before she spoke again.

“Did Julie know you stalked her?”

The mention of the woman made his smile drop almost immediately. The Widow continued to run his knife over his neck and down his clothed chest. Her blood dripped into the collar of her suit from the wound he gave her.

“What did your mother think when you killed those innocent birds? Was she horrified? Horrified that her son was a freak?”

Anger sparked in Dex’s eyes as he looked up at her, her grin growing wider until she smiled. It wasn't sweet, no. The smile she wore held mockery.

“I did my fair share of research on you, Benjamin Poindexter—” his eyes darkened— “when Vanessa sent me after you. You have quite a colorful history: FBI, assassin, vigilante. Now, you're a wanted man by Fisk. I've seen the news.”

“I probably don’t outshine your lovely history, Widow.”

“Hm, no, it doesn't, but if we're going to be getting under skin, we might as well highlight it."

Dex laughed as he struggled against her, his body tensing when he felt the Widow’s legs tighten around him and his hips moved slightly. He noticed her gaze flick downward before narrowing at him.

“You're disgusting. This shouldn't turn you on."

“You're the one on top and pulling my hair. Kinky...”

Her hand found his neck, gloved fingers wrapping around as she squeezed. Dex started to wheeze from laughing as he watched her raise the knife.

“Do it. I know you want to," he wheezed out and smiled.

When he closed his eyes, he expected his knife to split open his skull and for her to leave his body to rot in this warehouse.

Leave his body for some homeless person to find.

Leave him to be forgotten.

Instead, his knife clattered beside his head and her weight lifted from him. He opened his eyes and watched her step off him and adjust her jacket.

“You're wasting my time.”

When she turned around to walk away, Dex grabbed his knife and threw it from where he was on the ground. Without looking over her shoulder, the Widow dodged and caught it when it bounced off a crate to hit her. She turned around and gave him a look, her eyebrow raised as she held up the weapon. Her thumb traced the bullseye carved into the metal.

“Really?”

Dex ran at her, his arms wrapping around the Widow’s waist. He pinned her against a shipping container and grabbed a handful of her hair. He could smell the flowery perfume on her skin and the mint from her hair. Freckles dotted her nose and he could see just how jagged her scar was.

“Really,” he replied with a smile as he let go of her hair and grabbed her face to make her look at him. “Now, let's make a deal, sweetheart.”

“Don't call me that.”

“Name please, and I leave you alone.”

“What?”

A spotlight illuminated the warehouse and searched the crates. A booming voice shouted down from a hovering helicopter, making the Black Widow tense.

“Odette Makarova and Bullseye, exit the building or we make your lives hell!”

Odette sighed as she tilted her head to the side, a taunting grin spreading across her lips as she watched Dex pull out his ringing phone.

“Consider the Task Force as your contract voided,” a voice told him before cutting the call. His fingers squeezed his phone until the screen cracked and flashed white. He threw it away in anger.

“You want to know why Valentina wants me dead?” The Widow asked.

The helicopter hovering above got louder and the voice boomed again. The two ignored the voice as he leaned in. Their noses brushed lightly.

“Why?”

“Because I know Yelena Belova and one word from me would turn her against the entire foundation Valentina built. As for you, you're just collateral.”

“BREACH IN THREE!” A shout echoed from the entrance.

The two vigilantes looked back at the door, sighing in annoyance and stepping away from each othet. Dex let go of the Widow and got into a fighting stance. She followed his lead, grimacing when she straightened her posture.

“Fucking hate these guys,” she commented and pulled out knives of her own.

“Where'd your batons go, Odette?” Dex joked when he saw her knives.

“Shut up, Dex. And it's Mak. You don't get to call me my name.”

“Still not going to tell me how you caught my knife?”

“If we survive this, I’ll think about it.”

Dex smirked at her as she twirled her knife and threw it at the first task force agent. The blade embedded itself in his neck, blood splattering everywhere and gun fire shooting upward as he fell.

“Look at that. The cat’s got a bite,” Dex commented when he landed three knives in the bodies of agents.

“Don't patronize me!” Mak grunted as she wrapped the line from her gauntlets around a AVTF agent’s neck and brought him down. She electrocuted him and rolled out of the way of a man who tried stomping her head.

Dex pulled out his gun and shot, bullets finding their places in skulls or legs. Each task force member screamed if they didn't die and he finished them with a knife in their throats.

Mak held her own against three, her knives finding any opening or she snapped necks. Her face and hands were stained red, but she remained emotionless as one of the men begged for his life. She shoved a knife through his eye, his scream piercing the air before she cut his throat open.

Dex turned to aim at the last task force member, only to see Mak shove a knife through the man’s eye and kick him away.

Silence followed them as they ran for the exit, both clamoring through the alley as they dodged gunfire and killed anyone who tried to kill them.

I think we’ll get along swell, Dex thought as he watched her break an agent’s neck with ease.

“What?” she asked when she fell in step with him. She wiped her face, blood smearing across her skin and she sighed, shaking her head.

“We survived.”

“Wow, I didn't know that,” Mak’s accent dripped with sarcasm as she coughed. Blood leaked from her mouth.

“Oh shit…” Dex caught her before she could hit the pavement. “Mak, keep your eyes open.”

“I need to sleep. It's the only way my enhanced healing can kick in fully.”

Enhanced healing? The hell?

“There's a safe house close to the harbor. We get there, the task force won't find us.”

Dex kept her upright as she stumbled beside him, coughing and spitting out blood. She muttered directions as he held her up. Once she got too weak, he heaved her up and draped her over his shoulders.

He ran with her to the harbor, her labored breaths in his ear as she started to go unconscious.

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a/n: hehehe lore time in the next part. wrote this at like 3am soooo its a lil rough. when writing this, i thought i saved it....it did not, in fact, save. so i had to rewrite the entire one shot T-T i hit flow state before it deleted I WAS PRESSED