Bullseye decided, I guess I won’t snipe Strange, especially with Blackbolt orbiting him. I have to find someone else to- and then blazes sprouted from the rocks as machine gun fire blasted for Bullseye. He spun in the air chucking another 50 pound bowling ball (the duffle bag had several of them?) at the engine stunting the helicopter. The pilot ejected out of the cockpit in ball form. Bullseye did take some bullet damage but now he rolled under the helicopter before it crashed across the ground. Bullseye looked up to see the night sky and a white cape flowing in the shape of the moon. The cape landed and stood. It was the Moon Knight! “The hell? Psylocke killed you. And Strange’s threads aren’t connected to you.” Already a divided mind. Moon Knight approached Bullseye along with throwing a series of moon darts. Bullseye leaped over these saying, “miss” and then delivered his feet into MK’s arms as he blocked. MK and Bullseye rose a couple feet away from each other. Now they started throwing projectiles, bullets and darts, but dodged each other’s at the same time. “You’re a quick one, monsieur”. Bullseye wondered, is the Moon Knight French? That was never reported this whole time? As they circled each other, MK got closer and closer before finally throwing a lasso around Bullseye’s right arm. Bullseye easily pulled him closer and socked him in the belly. “Time to see who you are”, Bullseye said, ripping the facial wrapping away.
The Mark III armor lay still on the ground. Then suddenly it opened up as it’s passenger woke up. Khonshu spoke to his warrior, “and now you feel half as strong as yesterday. But you’re back regardless. Frenchie told the good cooking woman and the old man that you fell sick. He also spoke with the archeologist’s daughter, postponing your date for 9, Spector. So now you have that time limit. Rise and finish your mission!” Marc rose out of the machine still in his Moon Knight outfit. “What a reliable guy. What else, there must be some plan?” he asked as he spotted Strange and Blackbolt in the air. Stark landed next to him, “yeah, step one, step out of my suit. Step two, come fight the Wolverine.”
“The Canadian superhero?”
“Shit be like that.”
“Okay. Nice to meet you Mr. Stark.”
“Cool,” and MK ran away. “Jarvis, send numero III on a Kamikaze mission. Preferably the regenerating Deadpool.”
“Jean DuChampe!” Bullseye exclaimed. Frenchie was wearing an old version of the costume.
Frenchie smirked and punched Bullseye to the ground. He then fired the right arm several times with his pistol and kicked his face. “If you were dans la question about a French Moon Knight, you were right. The Moon Knight is Marc Spector.”
“Liar! Marc Spector was reported dead,” he tossed sand at Frenchie’s face but Frenchie closed his eyes. Bullseye rose for a punch but Frenchie danced around it using his cape to blindside Bullseye.
“Miss. Marc Spector returned from the dead at the whim of un dieu du combat.”
“I never miss.” Bullseye turned around to punch again but the blinding cape kept Frenchie loose and safe.
“Daredevil told moi that tu are tres mauvais at close combat. He said that was your true weakness.” Another weave, another punch at the curtain. “But alas, I reasoned with him the truth. You can never focus on two, deux, things at once.” Bullseye was blinder than Murdock with the air he was fighting. “When someone is close, tu must be aware of both their arms, legs, and bobbing head. Beaucoup trop!” Bullseye got angrier and angrier as he twirled like a ballerina trying to land one hit on the wavedashing Frenchie. “That’s why tu were given une cible a Cereberus. The other targets were groups that moved en mas. Beaucoup trop!” Frenchie moved behind and delivered a couple of backshots before weaving again to repeat the same attack. “Tu aimes le droit! Oh well, I thought you lived suffisamment.” Frenchie then flipped Bullseye to the ground and stepped on his neck. He closed one eye as he aimed. “No one wants me to do this mais moi. I want it beaucoup trop!”
“Hit,” Bullseye said as he swung his arm into Frenchie’s knee. This, of course, was after the bullet fired and entered his eye making it deep into his brain. Despite the shattered knee, Frenchie stood proud and delivered a few more bullets into Bullseye’s sockets until the clip ran out. Then he fell beside him. Frenchie stared as Bullseye’s chest eventually stopped moving.
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