Thread: Marvel: Crisis in New York (Zomb-PressHeart)

The night was cold, but nothing a man like Wade couldn't handle. Looking up, he can see the full moon, an ominous sign, and looking down, he can see her... In the window. His target, his ticket to a new pay check. A snicker escapes his lip's, as he lays back on the cold wet rooftop. His voices louder then ever. He could barely make out much, but soon clarity became possible enough for a conversation. ' She is sooo fucking fine.' A voice said in his head, understatement of the century one might say. She was.... Gorgeous! With long leg's, fair skin, brown hair A tight frame that rivals most models... And those eyes! A beautiful gaze that melts your heart in a micro instant! Much can be said, for the list goes on and on. And, it may just be endearing, if not for the creepy fact that Deadpool was simultaneously thinking of performing a- Wo! Narrator. Think of the children. I think my perverse thoughts should stay my own don't you? .... Ya I.... I can hardly argue.... Well, then move on. But without describing my... Oh ho ho, uh, vivid.... Imagination. Yes... Yes... Any way! As he began to put his sniper rifle together, his voices continued their little conversation. It's progression resulting in an almost predictable but, honestly non arguable way. 'But she is our target. She is worth 3 million dollars simply dead, double if alive... No one worth that much is any good, or worth the effort... Right...?' 'Well, fuck that. We don't know? So why snipe her? Make it personal. Maybe, if we get some context... We can help her!' Help her? The fuck?! Why help her? 'Think about it. If she is actually in need of help. We can use that, get some of that sweet tail.' 'Well, other then that... It's always nice to be on the right side of the moral line.' 'See, even smart voice thinks I got something here.' 'It's half a thought, you hardly have anything. However, I think that's good enough for us to at least try.' Fine! He said, as he flipped back and landed on his feet. We are going right in there! 'Ya!' Deadpool spoke as he began to pace back and forth along the roof top. We are going to size her up, see whats what and possibly.... Hopefully! No absolutely! Get in that butt. 'Right on! Liking the plan.' 'I must say that I am excited myself.' As wade walked a fair distance from the roof's edge, he spoke once more. However, it's stupidity was so profound. That even one voice in his head was able to know it was really dumb. And im going right through that window! 'Ya!- No! no! no! Don't do-' And before his thought bubble can truly object, he had a running start. Jumping from the side of the roof, and flying into the window in the lower floor of the building across from him. Glass shatter's, and sparkles in the dim light of the moon, as the ominous figure roll's into the living room. Landing in a crouched position. Standing up, he was well within plain view of the women. Watching him from her bedroom. He faced her, seeing that certainly she must be in shock. With an intense look in his eye he stared her down in the darkness of the apartment. Observing her in a manner that seemed methodical, calculated. When in reality he was starring at her amaaaazing figure. He fought just to not have stone cutting hard wood right then and there! Especially as he seemed to have caught her in a, well, compromising attire. Promiscuous, to say the least. But, soon his tense stature, and intense stare wavered, his ADD taking full effect. Oh! What a nice apartment! I mean. Mines just plain out crap. But this is pretty Charming. Not as big but lots of personality. Though, needs more unicorns dont you think? Or, huh! Maybe a uni-lion? How about that. How are you by the way? .......... Crickets can practically chirp in that very moment, and would do nothing for the awkward silence. 'Wow, quite the charmer I see.' 'Ya, nice work Smooth mcgroove, I bet she's all wet for the man breaking in to give her decoration praise. Maybe if she starts getting fashion advice from the scarred creep in a black and red leotard she will have nipples hard as a snow storm.' Shut up.... I swear im better at this, I just got a bit nervouse in the moment. He whispered towards the voices in his head. He was embarrassed enough and didn't need the ridicule to boot! But all that served was looking more crazy, as he called out to the silence to shut up. Ok I went about this all wrong... 'Ya think.' Allow me to start this aaaal over, kay'babe? Hi, I am Deadpool. And I am an assassin that came for your head. 'Oh ya that's what she wants to hear. Now you have her swooning in your arms over a loss of her own HEAD!' ' TT We were totes going to get laid, now were creeps.' B-But I don't want to! Because your really hot. And I want to do ya... I mean, because I want to make sure I aint killing an innocent. Ya that's it... Because you dont seem like some supervillian. Your not a supervillian right? No ray guns or anything? Meanwhile.... It is unfortunate that Doctor Garret had to be disposed of. His expertise would have been invaluable for my project. A distorted voice spoke out to. Wilson Fisk leaned back in his desk chair, hands promptly placed on his desk. You mean, our project. Need I remind you of my funding? The Kingpin spoke in a clear, concise, business like fashion. However, it was still in a threatening manner. One that demanded authority, attention, respect.... Fear. Yes, ... Uhem... Yes Mr.Fisk. The distorted voice said sheepishly, his fear evident even through a conference call. Smiling, Wilson continued with their conversation. Now, it was an unfortunate fate, Dr Garret simply refused to see reason. And paid the price for insulting the integrity of my personal character. However this is not a set back. Wilson said in a matter of fact way. Standing from his chair, he turned to peer out his window. The city of new york, beautiful from the heights of his office. Yes, and of this girl...Will she be- Yes, she is being disposed of as we speak. I hired suitable assassin... Ive paid witness to the insufferable merc before. A lot of it proving his unreliability... However, I have also seen much of his skill, further he is quite natural at playing the stoog. I ensure you, with him nothing will come back on us. In any event, he will get the job done. And, in the highly unlikely event that whoever she works for kills my assassin, I have the price on her head currently going carefully through the grape vine. It will be a honest shock if any mercenary in the country doesn't hear of it. The sinister voice from the call hums slightly to himself. Thinking carefully before he questioned his business partner. Why is it so unlikely? the voice asked. Well, he can heal from any wound. A gasped croak came from the other end, perhaps choking on his drink? Ack... Ack...What the hell! Dont tell me you hired Deadpool? Almost worried, Wilson turned from his spot to face the phone on his desk. Yes, he is not the most qualified. But as I stated he lacks any knowledge of us or our plans. All he knows is a target, a phone, and a drop off point. Further he is a ignoramus, a perfect stooge... Why, have you heard of him? The voice on the other end sounded almost to be in undeniable rage. H-Heard of him! He is the biggest oaf in the entire worl- no universe! A laughing stock. He has thwarted me with the X men numerous times! A mercenary he may be, but he is a failure as one. Playing hero in the flip of a coin..... We must take care of this soon. Perhaps Deadpool will do his job, then again perhaps he wont. This makes him a Liability. He will turn on you, for nothing more then the assumption that she will repay him sexually. With a sigh, Fisk walks back over to his desk. I will try and trust your judgement. My own man will personally see to it that she dies. I would rather this have been done quietly, but it would seem im left with little choice. Just know, never speak of me with such irreverence again. Before the voice can respond, Fisk's fist slam's against the phone. Crushing it under his own outrage. Speaking in anger, Fisk called out to the man who lurked in the shadows of his office. The fool will soon outlast his usefulness Bull's Eye... And when he does, see to it he is dead. Walking from the shadows, Bull's Eye juggled a dart between his fingers. Id enjoy that... How about this situation with Deadpool? To be honest, he wont die but id be happy pinning him to a wall. Maybe make him watch me gut her. Guys a prick, be fun to watch'em squirm. The kingpin rubbed his hand along his bald head. Yes, go, but dont play any games. Just get around Deadpool and kill her.... Miles away at the X Mansion Meanwhile, while events slowly played into motion. The X mansion remained quiet... It was a quiet night. Most students were gone to see familly, friends, or be relatively on vacation. Becouse the X men were off saving the world. And becouse of that they just about had no professors to teach them. Few reamined, and Jacob was one of those few. Waaaaait! Hold on. Time out, narrator... This... This is shameful self promotion. Wade, your not here, go away. Not till I know why this dweeb is named after you. Uh... He get's laid with rogue later... Oh... Well! Cant really argue. Ha ha, carry on then. Any way, where was I- Oh yes! Jacob was not to excited about his current situation. He liked being in the action! Sure, he was a green horn, but he wanted to fight to. The only thing that made staying put worth it, was her... He could hardly believe his luck! Practically alone, with Rogue, for at least a few weeks? It was like a dream. Or some bad fan fiction. Pfft, narrator, your not even trying to hide this are you? ... Nope. No go away. As the night settled in, Jacob had found his way to the pool. A slight sigh escaping his lips as he made shuffled about. He did not really have any plans to enter the pool. His attire evident to that, jeans, hoodie and hat. He simply needed a place to relax. Take in some fresh air! Sitting around the edge of the pool, Jacob began to look up at the stars. Raising his hand high above his head, to see it in plain view with them. With a flicker, his hand was engulfed in an odd form of matter. It pulsed in his hand, seeming to have the consistency of liquid but almost as if it were to just arch like an electrical current. However, it stayed in place, despite it's almost fluid appearance. Plasma, the fourth state of matter. There was a time where Jacob could have just stayed 'what?' to the very mention of a fourth state of matter. But now days, he has grown to be a bit more intelligent. After all, he lives in a school. And while Science was not always his strong suit. He had come to appreciate the knowledge of the science around his power. And the things he can do by controlling it... Looking up, and comparing his hand to the night sky. His minds eye can see almost no difference. In that sky there were millions of stars, each explosive ball's of pure plasma. It humored him every time he thought of it. The idea that, in a way. What he carried in his hand, was his own little star. But even with that thought humoring him well... His mood was still slightly drab. Happy? Yes, he was happy to be here with Rogue. But nervous as well... He has not exactly made his feelings a secret. In fact, he has tried for quite some time to make things closer between them. However, nothing's come of it. She just takes things at face value. As jokes, teasing, and playful flirting. Is it possible she just thinks he is being playful like he is with every one else? Or is she simply playing dumb? Maybe she just doesn't like him in that way... It would hurt, but it wouldn't be to surprising. Loving a girl like her well... He aint ignorant to the dangers involved. Actually it kind of turned him on! Great Jacob your just an ignoramus... He said to himself jokingly. After it takes a special kind of fool to look at a girl that can break you with super strength and absorb your powers till your in a coma or worse as a 'sexy kind of dangerous.' But really, you had to know her to understand that it was not so foolish. Any man would feel that. In fact, many men have! And Jacob would surely not be the last.