Missed: A Donald Trump x Kid Icarus oneshot

man idk

"Geeze, could you go any slower?" The angel whisper shouted, his voice laced with worry. "I don't wanna get caught up here!"

"Relax, relax," His darker counterpart chided. "Nobody's even looking"

The pair laid on their stomachs across the rooftop. Dark propped his elbows onto the concrete, his wings folded into his back as he stared intensely down the sights of the AR-15. "Mag me."

A shiver shot down the light angel's spine. "Christ". He mumbled as he dug through their supply bag. He placed the requested item onto his twin's palm.

"What was that?" A feminine voice rang through the pair's laurel crowns. Dark snickered, while Pit looked like he was on the verge of passing out from stress. "Nothing, nothing."

A bullet could pierce through the tension on the rooftop. Pun absolutely intended. Dark clicked the magazine into place. Pit glances nervously between the orange man below and his brother. "You got this." He whispered, the crack in his voice betrayed his words. Silence.

Six shots rang throughout the air, the crowd collectively pulled out their phones as people dressed in suits began to look for the perpetrator. Ex-President Donald Trump stood, very much alive. His face resembled a claire's piercing gone wrong as he raised a fist in the air; a gesture that he didn't seem too fond of a few years ago. Dark mumbled a profanity under his breath, his fingers raked through his dark locks.

"Pittoo?" He glanced between him and the target. His brows knitted as he tried to process the events that just took place. "Pittoo! What's happening?!"

Dark stood. "We gotta go."

Pit follow suit, confusion and panic still etched onto his face. "Wha...What?!"

"WE GOTTA GO!"

"PITTOO-"

"GOTTA GO!"