Thread: Marvel: A dame to remember (DeadPool)  -Zomb x Temptation-

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! Multi colored and vibrant, 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....