@ManiacalMerc -- could be discussed when and if he decided to meet with me.
I might even tell him a little bit of the truth if he agreed to take the job for a reasonable rate.
It was a waiting game now. If he didn’t call me back in the next minutes, I’d take myself to the --
@ManiacalMerc -- on my behalf while you’re at it. I’m staying at the Mondrian hotel in Los Angeles. My number is on your caller ID.”
I set the phone down and smiled. This was a luxury hotel, after all. I’d called from the hotel phone and purposely didn’t leave my name. That --
@ManiacalMerc -- recording for his voicemail, I left my message.
“Yes, Mr Wilson, or if you prefer your professional name, Deadpool. I have a job for you. I need something of mine located and returned. There’s a hefty bonus in it if you’re up to the task of exacting revenge --
@ManiacalMerc -- run of the mill henchman for hire, minus the spandex and what I could politely describe as a quirky personality, I called the man up.
He didn’t answer, which was fine. I had a feeling than an actual conversation would be exhausting. After an extravagant --
@ManiacalMerc -- Boo hoo, didn’t we all? His tale did not warm my manipulative heart, but that wasn’t the point of looking him up. I wanted to know everything about him, so I knew if he was likely to backstab me or get the job done. Once I’d satisfied myself that he was your --
@ManiacalMerc -- disposal. Mercenaries rarely questioned the source of income as long as they got their cash at the end of the day.
I’d done my research on the man. He had to have a better name than Deadpool. Wade Wilson was his actual name, and he had a horrible backstory. --
@ManiacalMerc -- and I wanted it back and vengeance exacted. Immediately.
I heard through an unreliable underground game of telephone that the man for the job was Deadpool, but he’d cost. I had plenty of money at my disposal. It wasn’t mine per say, but it was at my --
@ManiacalMerc -- didn’t care what the man looked like. I stole the Tesseract fair and square before Asgard was completely destroyed. Was it really stealing if it was about to be destroyed? I’d like to think that I rescued it. Either way, someone had followed me and stolen it, --
@ManiacalMerc -- and taking myself to this planet I /almost/ ruled. Most of the humans remembered me and did not care for the presence of a demigod so I was holed up in a five star hotel while I tracked down a man who wore a red suit to hide a hideous face and body. I truly --
@ManiacalMerc -- and a clean alibi, you hired someone to do it for you.
That’s what brought me to Earth, and trust me it wasn’t easy. My home, Asgard, was gone and what felt like ten minutes after saving the day and winning my brother’s approval I snuck off, stealing a pod --
@ManiacalMerc If you want something done right, do it yourself.’ That was a commonplace phrase I’d heard during my time on Earth. Personally, I thought it was - to be indelicate - total crap. I didn’t want to dirty my hands and look guilty. When you needed something done --
"There you go. Yes! Yeah, that's right you scary, beautiful man!"
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