Twenty-eight.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT---

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Kingpin stepped out from the shadows, Iskra shot the man twice, but it barely seemed to phase the man at all, "I'm actually so screwed." Iskra murmured taking a step backward, "You were right." The man began, Iskra kept her gun raised, 

You.

Right.

She didn't reply, staring at the man, "I sent Mikhail to get under your skin, and kill you, when you least expected it," her face was scrunched up in concentration trying to catch as much as the sentence as possible, she really needed to work on her lip reading.

Mikhail.

Kill.

You.

"But if you want things done right, you have to do them yourself," he spoke, and Iskra narrowed her eyes at the man, 

Things.

Done.

Do.

Yourself.

He raised a gun about to fire a shot, probably right between Iskra's eyes, but she made the executive decision that this was a life or death matter, swirling a wave of purple energy shoving the bullet to the side.  An evil smirk found its way to his face, Iskra had done exactly what he wanted. "Why do you want me dead?" Iskra questioned, silently praying that her voice hadn't wavered. "You're a threat," he said simply.

You're.

Threat.

Iskra had heard that one before, too many times to count, she took a deep breath, she just wanted to go home, today was becoming too much, much too fast. "It's my job to be a threat to people like you." she quipped. 

She ran towards him jumping up to his neck, of course, he threw backward about ten feet into the wall, she groaned, he walked towards her fairly slowly but she was still dizzy from the blow, and the blood loss, "Natasha Romanoff would be so disappointed in you, Iskra." he said once he was standing over her,

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