The Crack-Shot and The Archers

Chapter 1 - Ronin - P.1

JACKSON POV

It was December 21st and I was at the store getting groceries.

This is what I was wearing:

And my trusty sidearm I never leave home without:

I was getting things at the store for dinner.  There was a play going on just down the road called Rogers: The Musical.  It's a musical about the Battle of New York, 2012 Alien Invasion.  I didn't go because it would just bring back too many memories, good and bad.

Speaking of The Avengers.  I haven't seen or spoke to any of them since Tony's funeral.  Wonder how their doing.

Anyway.  I pay for my things and leave the store.  Time to get home.

While walking home.  I see dog on the road about hundred yards away from me running over the road, about get hit by a car.  It was saved by someone who rolled to the dog and got it out the way.  The person was wearing all black attire.  They ran into an alleyway and that was that.  Very weird but...

Anyway.  I continue back home so I can eat dinner and go to bed. 

...

After a 10 minute walk I arrive home.  I take my jacket and boots off.  I had to put them on the radiator for them to heat up a little since they'd been out in the snow.  It always snows in New York when it's Christmas but I don't mind it, kinda used to it by now.

I start to make my pasta.  While it's being made.  I step away to put the TV on.  It was the news.

I go back to the kitchen and continue with the pasta.  I listen to the TV while I cook.

I stop cooking when I hear something.  The news presenter starts talking about a sighting of The Ronin.  The Ronin, surely not.  I head over to the TV and look at the picture they had on screen.  It was The Ronin suit but not Ronin.  I know this because I know who Ronin is.  I look close at the eyes and since it's the only visible part of whoever wears the suit.  It looked more like a female so that's how I know it's someone impersonating.

It's time to to give the real one a call.

I take out my phone and dial his number.

After a few rings he picks up.

Jack: Hey, it's Jack.

Clint: Jack?

Jack: You see the news?

Clint: No, what is it?

Jack: Take a look.

There was a pause while he turns his TV on.

Clint: Shit.

Jack: You in NY?

Clint: Yeah.  I-I gotta handle this.

Jack: I'm coming along.

Clint: You don't need to.

Jack: I know but... I- I guess I want to.

Clint : Thanks but how we do find them?

Jack: Well... it says the Tracksuits are after them, let's go to the place of the sighting and track them down from there.

Clint: Where was the sighting.

Jack: Hell's kitchen at this address, (the address),  I'll meet you there.

Clint: Yeah, alright.

I hang up.

I put the pasta on pause.  I get my jacket and my boots and put them on.  Take my pistol aswell, might need it.

I leave my house head to the place I seen the person save the dog.

...

After walking 10 minutes, I arrive back there.

Just have to wait on Clint getting here, better not be long.

I was 5 minutes into waiting when I start to hear something happening up the street.

I look in the direction and see about 5 guys battering on a car.  The impersonator must be hiding in the car.

I run up the street.

One guy turns around and sees me, he gets met with a hard right hook which knocks him clean out, the others were now onto me.  Another guy rushes me with a left hook but I push his hand out the way so he was now with his back to me, I kick him into the car and he smacks off it and falls to the ground.  A 3rd guy comes my way, I greet him with a left overhand, I swung that hard I done a 180 so since I was now with my back to him I do another 180 and right elbow him in the face.  I knock him back hitting his head of a street lamp. The last 2 guys come at me.  I grab both their heads and smash them off each other, this disorients them so I do it again and this time it knocks them unconscious. 

Now, the impersonator.  I kick the window out and drag them out the car.  I move them into the alleyway and pin them against the wall.

I have one hand raised and in a fist and use the other to take the hoof and mask off.

Jack: What?

?: Your CrackShot!

Jack: And who the fuck are you?