"It's only for one night, sweetheart? Where's the harm in that?" Slade asked as he leaned against the doorway of your home.

Even as he tried to act as nonchalant as possible, smooth talk his way inside your home (and perhaps in bed), it didn't hide the fact that blood was seeping through his suit.

He had just come back from a mission and damned, did they get him good. Somehow, the bloody target had gotten the upper hand for a second, and bam! Shot in the side, nearly taking out one of his lungs. Instead, it lodged down in his hip. Man, did that hurt his ego! And one side of his body too.

The closest place for him to patch up was you, just a fling he had a few months prior. A one-night stand mainly, since even through his stubbornness, he couldn't get a good grasp on you. It was a pretty fun night. Maybe another one wouldn't hurt you, no?

"It won't cost ya anythin' this time." The man smiled. "I'll even clean up after myself. This time."