reckless behavior ➶ larry

prologue

The sun is shining brightly against the windowpane, reflecting rainbow beams onto the glossed over wood bedside table in Louis' room.

Louis hums a Taylor Swift song under his breath as he continues to collect the random weapons in his room. He grabs a small gun and tucks it into a small pocket in his suit. He looks around his small room and his gaze lands on his reflection in the mirror.

"My, my, your arse looks sinful." He whispers to himself as he looks himself over. The mask he wore felt snug against him.

"Time to go fuck over some peasants." He says and places his katanas into the holder in his back. He gives himself a quick once over and leaves his bedroom.

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Louis gives the man in front of him a disapproving noise before twisting his arm around and listening for the satisfying crack! of a broken bone. The man yells out in pain Louis smiles behind his mask.

"Listen here, buddy, I just want to know where James is. That's all I want. Tell me and I'll make sure you die quickly." Louis says.

"Go to hell." The man says.

"Wrong answer." Louis retorts and moves to break another one of his limbs when a voice stops him.

"Louis." The blue eyed boy groans in annoyance and pushes the mans head against the wall, causing him to go unconscious for a few minutes.

He turns around and finds Spider-Man standing there, leaning against the wall. Louis huffs and throws his hands up comically.

"You always ruin my fun." He says, crossing his arms.

"Fun? Torturing is fun to you?" Spider-Man asks and Louis nods frantically.

"Very much. Especially when they answer my questions." Louis says, turning to the man who was still sprawled on the floor, unconscious.

"That's not what being a hero is all about."

"Well, listen here Mr. Spandex, I'm not a hero." Louis answers back and Spider-Man pushes himself up, walking towards him.

"In my defense, you're wearing spandex too."

"Why don't you get out of here and go save some damsel in distress?" Louis offers and Spider-Man chuckles.

"I am saving someone. That man, he doesn't deserve to die—"

"You spout this hero crap all the time but really, what have you accomplished? You put them in jail and in a few months they're back out in the streets, doing the same shit." Louis argues.

"You don't understand. You don't have to kill, Louis." Spider-Man says.

"Isn't it weird?" Louis asks, dodging the question.

"What?"

"That you know my name but I don't know yours?" He asks. Spider-Man sighs and goes to say something when a gunshot goes off.

Louis jolts and looks down to find a bleeding wound in his stomach.

"Fucking hell." He whispers and watches as the wound closes quickly, leaving a cut on his suit.

"Do you know how hard it is to fucking sew this shit?" He yells, turning around and gripping the man that shot him by his neck and hauling him against the wall.

The man moves to shoot him again but Louis grips the mans hand and twisting it quickly until the bones break and the gun falls out of his hand.

Without a second thought, he smashes the mans head against the wall, earning a loud crunch from his skull cracking.

"Louis!" Spider-Man shrieks, shooting a web to stop any further damage to the almost dead man.

The web grabs Louis' arm and he pulls him back quickly until he's hitting the wall opposite of him. Louis groans and stands up swiftly.

"Fine, fine. I'm done here." He says, putting his hands up in mock surrender. Spider-Man watches him for a second before nodding towards the exit of the warehouse they were in.

Louis shrugs, moving to walk away. His shoulders slump pathetically and Harry turns his back for a second to look at the injured man.

He knew he shouldn't have.

In the next second, Louis has pulled out a small gun and shot the guy in the head, his body crumpling to the floor.

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this is going to be a very gruesome story sort of speaking, a lot of dead bad guys whoops

and a lot of swearing (thanks Louis)