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"How long is this gonna take?", William asked.
The two Avengers were standing in a dingy alleyway, waiting for the tracksuit mafia to show up. Smells of eggnog and pizza was quite prominent in this part of the city. The harsh, cold breeze, ruffled their skins, causing Clint to pull his hoodie closer. William, however, remained unaffected, dressed in a simple grey Henley, over which he wore a midnight black, zip up hoodie, light grey jeans, and black sneakers. Quite unusual attire for New York Winters, but he in fact liked it. He relished in the blood freezing cold, because it was the opposite of fire. Roughly. He had also discarded his glasses and walking cane, as there was no reason to keep up appearances.
"Well, I don't know. Let's confirm with the Tracksuits huh? Oh that's right we can't because I'm not a part of their goddamn mob.", Clint fired back sarcastically, earning an eyeroll from the Vampire.
Soon enough a white van pulled over, and out stepped a dozen men in red tracksuits.
"We got you now, bro.", one of them said, widening his arms.
"Let's just get this over with.", Clint mumbled to himself and they put black bags over their faces, and harshly dragged them inside the van.
This was going to be a long night.
"Wakey Wakey, bro.", a thick, and hilariously accented voice spoke, as the bag was pulled away from William's face.
Immediately, the putrid scent of dust, rust, and rotten wood, attacked his nostrils, and he scrunched his face in disgust. A few seconds and he already wanted to get the hell out of this place. He was placed in a small metal chair, his knees going higher than his waist, making the situation more uncomfortable. His hands were tied behind the chair's back, which was futile against his inhuman strength and dagger-like talons. But he allowed his captors to believe they were in control, for now.
"Nice place you got here. Not creepy at all.", he commented sarcastically, eliciting a soft sigh from the vampire. Could he never not be sarcastic? Which was rich coming from a Stark.
"Heh. You kid. I know you kid. So don't kid okay?", one man with a large goatee warned. William let out another sigh. Seriously, he was going to run out of breaths if he keeps sighing like that.
One of them warned the man not to lash out.
"It was getting very hard to find place. Old warehouses are being...converted into....lofts. So how can I get something better?" When the rest warned him again, he got even more defensive. "He's...He's criticizing!", he exclaimed, pointing his hand towards the retired Avenger.
