DEADPOOL !

You walked alone in the desolate streets of New York City. You are an assassin for hire, hunting down your mark. It certainly wasn’t the most honorable job in the world, but it paid the bills, and that’s all that really mattered to you at the end of the day. Suddenly, you heard someone whistle at you. You spun around to see who it was, your stomach instantly dropping as your eyes fell on the man leaning against a light pole.

This was supposed to be an easy mission. It was supposed to be quick and painless. Your plans were inharmoniously interrupted by a red and black clad pain in your ass— Wade Wilson, better known as Deadpool.

“Awwh! Someone’s happy to see me,” Wade teased, crossing his arms and tilting his head at you. Despite his mask you could tell that he had a stupid grin on his face. “Looks like we’ll be working together, yeah? You hate me now, but eventually you’ll start to like my antics and we’ll fall madly in love with each other. That’s how these scenarios tend to play out.” he joked, looking to the side as if addressing an unknown audience, breaking the fourth wall.