Marvel Preferences and Imagines (Taking Requests)

Green Mountain Girls

He simply couldn't understand it. He was everything anyone could wish for. He, living a pleasurable life, could have anything and everything made or done for him. He could fly to Japan and be back in New York in a day. He could gift her jewelry from the finest shops that would cost more than a house in New England. He could hire someone to cook any delicacy that her heart desired.

But here she was, telling him no. Telling him that she didn't think that he would be able to handle her. Implying that she was above his league. Who in their right minds would do that? Who in their right minds would tell the Head of the Forty Fifth Regiment Mafia (Howlies for short) that he wouldn't last a day with her? Did she even know who she was talking to?

"She has a name," the woman in front of him said, rolling her eyes slightly and crouching down as if she was talking to a child.

"I think that you, Mr. Evans, are a stuck up child playing with a gun. You get whatever you want, right hun? Well, you're not having me. Not now. Not ever,"

If she was anyone else, she would have a gun hole through the temple for even suggesting that he was anything like a child. But she...she was different. He didn't know her name. He didn't know where she was from. She wasn't from around here, that he could tell without a single blink of the eye. She didn't have anywhere close to a Boston accent.

"Look Dollface," He replied, glancing down at the Sam Adams that he was one swig from finishing, "I think you're cute, coming here and expecting that you can just turn me down, but that's not how it works. I always get what I want"

Without a second thought, he raised the beer to his lips to finish it off. Well, he would have, but she stole the bottle from his hands just as it was about to reach his lips. She smirked taking one glance down at the bottle and poured it all over his head.

He could feel the muscles in his hand clench up as droplets of beer dripped down, landing on his Dolce and Gabbana suit that cost more than what her apartment rent was. He wasn't a complete idiot. When someone new moved in the neighborhood, he kept tabs on the apartment that they bought. This must be the girl who owns apartment 3C on Lewis Street.

"You're going to regret that, hun," he snarled, whipping out his pistol. Yes, she was kinda hot. And yes, in other circumstances, he would be a bit lenient towards her. But these were not those circumstances, so to hell with those thoughts.

"Oh am I?" She replied, pressing her chest into the gun so that it dug slightly into her skin. She didn't look uncomfortable though. No, it was like she was challenging him to make the next move.

His finger slid to the trigger as the woman grabbed the gun with both hands and shifted it to her forehead. She smiled like a cat that was playing with a mouse. She was dangerous. Untamed. Wild.

Before he was able to move his finger closer to the trigger, she grabbed the gun and yanked it down her body, twisting as she did so. He toppled to the floor, barely realizing what had happened. She pressed a black heel into his chest, forcing him to the ground.

His face burned with embarrassment and he stared up her leg. One slight move and she would completely expose herself to him, but that was the point. Make him see how beauty and danger were intertwined together.

She was a viper in a rose, waiting for the right moment to sink her fangs into an unsuspecting subject to release her neurotoxins.

"What was that again?" She mocked, dragging her heel closer to his neck. He struggled to say anything.

"Next time you decided to fuck with me, I suggest you realize what you're taking on. You say you get everything in life? Well, let me repeat...you're not having me." She said, pressing harder with her heel to sell her point completely.

She bent down until she crouched next to him, heel still placed firmly.

"Oh, and tell those Howlies, The Green Mountain Girls said hi," She said before she took the back of the gun and hitting him. Effectively knocking him out.