Worst. Day. Ever.

[daddyslittlesin]

'Daddy' dearest had a shopping list. And Brock still wasn't totally up to snuff. So, Sin had half a mind to show up Brock help out the team by knocking a few more items (some literally, heh) off that list of her father's

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[marvel_citizens]

Interracial couple. Black man. Korean woman. They stop to play with their baby.

[daddyslittlesin]

You didn't question these things when you saw them walking by window you were. You know, you never knew when they'd come by again. And they were people, even better, a nigger and a chink.

If they looked in the window of the building they were standing next to, they'd see an overly happily Redhead pointing a gun right at them. First shot is just to fuck with them a bit and breaks the window glass. (Who gives a shit about alarms, really?)

The next shot she tried to take she's aimed right for the woman's head.

And the gun jammed.

"...The fuck...?"

[marvel_citizens]

There's the sound of a brass band. It's Veterans Day. Leading the pack? A dozen aged veterans of the Great War...

[daddyslittlesin]

"Oh you have to be shitting me," Sin said and moved to look slightly over a wall by the window she shot out and worked on trying to unjam her gun. Okay, that was done.

At least the back was headed by the elderly. They were easy to kill and picking off a few from here would be cake.

Really.

Two bad things didn't make a bad day. Data still downloading to her little drive Sin looked out the window aimed and fired again.

Or tried to.

Gun jammed. Frustrated she chucked it at someone randomly from where she stood. Screw them all, she'd go to the roof and snipe a bunch of them.

[marvel_citizens]

"Need help there, young lady?" Another senior citizen. This one has a Star of David around his neck.

[daddyslittlesin]

Need... to kill... rising...

It should be an easy thing, pull a gun and shoot a guy in the head. But no, her best hand gun was cursed or something.

New plan: stab it to death. She always carried a knife or three...

[marvel_citizens]

"Lose something?" a voice calls.

A Chinese man approaches, holding the gun she'd just hurled. "Perhaps you shouldn't be throwing these things around..."

[daddyslittlesin]

Twitch.

Twitch. Twitch.

"Drop it," she said simply, she did not look happy. There was a chink, holding her favorite gun that was suddenly not doing what it was guns were supposed to do.

You know, bathe people in their own blood.

[marvel_citizens]

He makes a single movement.

The gun falls apart.

"Let's give that blade up, too."

The other people around them blink at this exchange, picking up the tension in their exchange.

[daddyslittlesin]

She smiled sweetly, "Here, take it," she threw it right at his chest.

[marvel_citizens]

He makes another movement, without even looking down.

And the blade is now in his hand.

"Bad idea."

[daddyslittlesin]

Sin just looked at him dryly. What the hell was this a martial arts movie? Those things were pieces of shit anyway.

"You just keep thinking that," she said, unamused. Sin was, if nothing else, a street fighter. And she fought dirty, as such she wasn't too upset by the blade being in his hands.

[marvel_citizens]

She may be a dirty street fighter. But she has no idea who she's facing.

"Shang-Chi, MI-6," he states simply. "On holiday in New York. I believe you're Sin, the Red Skull's daughter." He raises his eyebrow.

"Are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?"

[daddyslittlesin]

"You have to be kidding me," Sin said. There were ways out of this, more than one way to run back into where she had come from. Back to her nice little weapon cache.

Something in there had to work.

But she didn't want to turn her back on the chink either. "Why don't you go do whatever it is people like you do."

[marvel_citizens]

"If you insist," he nods, cracking his knuckles.

[daddyslittlesin]

"Oh just fuck this," she muttered. She made a dive back for her nice bag o' weapons.