Remember kids, Jesus was Black. Ronald Reagan was the devil and the Government was responsible for 911, also never meet your heroes. They never turn out to be Chris Evans without a shirt. listen to that song, it's great.
She would immediately curve her un-captured hand, the one that still held her karambit and drove it into his hip - dragging it fully across the belly to immediately disembowel him; right around the time that he let go. Though she was the first to stand, driving her heel into his chest to ensure he stayed where he belonged; on the ground. "Choke holds are really only effective if you immobilize the weapon before you do it, otherwise you just make it easy to gut you. Perhaps you are only effective with guns, ne?" She would coo another half-smile down at him. "Only a p**sy would make claims they can't back, Spiderman. This is exactly what I was talking about, ever the fool." With that she would step onto him, and over him, before trotting away.
Her lips twitched in some form of primal grin, ignoring his poke again, though this time her half lidded gaze was one of pure spite. Clearly, she was irritated. "What do you mean too easy? If it was too easy you would prove it. You are a f***in' fool and you seriously think you could best me? The only reason you'd even win is because I can't f***ing kill you. You want your backshots? You'll have free reign, if you beat me. How's that sound?"
"Begrudginly?" Her lower lip jutted out in a fat pout. "See? The difference between you and me is, I would not regret anything I did." When he prodded her breast, she made a half-lazed swatting gesture with her free hand. "I ain't interested in your life, can't even kill you, to be fair. I'm just saying I've done morally questionable things because I enjoy them, whereas you, clearly do not. Your purpose is skewed: you cannot die, and therefore have lost the drive to do things that make you feel alive." It was her turn to prod his mask with her finger, head tilting even more. "Isn't killing and hurting other people fun?"
Still squatting next to him, she cradled her chin on her palms, looking down at him curiouslu. "What relevance does that have? Have you ever killed someone innocent? A child, or somethin' that was genuinely innocent? Killin' bad guys is like countin' daisies, to be fair." She flashed him a coy little smile. "Besides, technically I am the type of person you would normally kill, right?"
