Legends of Tomorrow Imagines

The Sparrow & The Atom~ Ray Palmer

Request by: @STILESCANSTEPONME
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One mission. Simple.
1. Find Ray Palmer
2. Kill him

You were approached by 3 men a few days ago, each completely different looking than the other. The shortest of them with dark black hair, the tallest with dirty blonde, and the other with pure white hair. They hired you to take out a member of their enemy team who's been a thorn in their backside for some time now. They gave you a photo and told you him and the rest of his friends would arrive here today.

     You had to admit, he was very attractive. Around 6 foot looking, dark hair, boyish smile,  some would say the perfect man. How unfortunate to kill such a perfect face. But that was your job as a sparrow. You didn't want to be a sparrow, but there were just some people in the world who didn't deserve to remain alive. Hopefully one day you can disappear off the grid and never have to look back. But for now, the mission comes first.

You entered into the loud and crowded bar wearing your so called "uniform." The amount of skin showing is all just a part of the job. You begin to make your way to the bar tender, scanning the room trying to find your target.

"водки мартини пожалуйста, очень грязный" (Vodka martini please, extra dirty). The bartender nods and begins mixing your drink when 2 men come up to the bar to your right.

"4 shots of vodka bartender." You turn your head slightly to see the new comers. One was a large, bald, and gruff looking man. The other more suave looking with an almost shaved head and a silver ring on his finger he tapped against the counter. The bartender set your drink in front of you and you slowly dipped at the delicious concoction.

"Haircut! Get over here!" The larger man yelled towards another at a table a few feet away. You looked into the reflection of a bottle on a shelf behind the bar to see a familiar tall handsome man. Ray Palmer.

"I told you guys I don't really drink remember?"

"Well too bad your taking one." The slimmer man passed Palmer a shot and he held it like a boy who was going to get in trouble with his parents afterward. You pick up your martini and see your moment of opportunity. As Palmer slowly lifts the glass up to his lips and leans his head back slightly, you turn and bump into him. Pretending to trip and dump your martini all down his front.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry." You set the glass back down on the bar top and grab some napkins in the process. "I'm so clumsy, here." You go to pat the napkins against his chest but are quickly stopped by a wave of apologies.

"No no my bad I'm so sorry I wasn't looking my fault no need to apologize." He set his glass down as well and started to wipe his shirt frantically with the napkins he took from your hand. Out of all your years of using the same old truck to capture men's attention, this reaction was a first. He caught you off guard for a moment but you snapped out of it to regain control over the situation.

"You should put some water on that, it'll help get the smell out." You look into his eyes to intrigue him into following your advice, but are just met with more words of acknowledgement.

     "Oh it's no problem it's just a suit after all no harm done I can always get a new one. Oh no your drink was spilled here let me get you a new one, as an apology." You couldn't believe your powers of persuasion were useless to this...boy scout?

     "Oh...that's very kind of you." You were shocked at palmers warm-heartedness considering he's an enemy of your hires. Could this man really be that bad? Palmer orders you another drink and you just stare at him in awe.