The Omen of Death
My presence has marked your eventual demise.
Naturally with all the merc's quipping to what he thought was an empty room, he got no response in anticipating A.I.M's arrival. Not realizing the SHIELD agent sneaking around. "Well, guess I thought wrong about when these reject mad scientists would mosey along in here, what...? Am I missing out on the fun stuff? This is just as bad as when Spidey-Boy puts off another chance at a team-up, we're 76 pages into this shindig and we still haven't teamed-up! This is an outrage! And this is what I get for being at the mercy of a schmuck who went on a hiatus for months! Help! Help! Ayudame! I'm being held hostage by a-"
Deadpool then found himself in the mercy of a grip unexpectedly, which took him by surprise.
"Ok, uhhhh Help! I'm now actually being held hostage!" The merc yelled out, humoring this mysterious attacker. "Get your filthy paws off of me you damn dirty ape!" And just like that, whoever it was let go, before Deadpool could retaliate, much to his dismay.
"Oh my god, I can talk to the animals! My animal handling skill must've been boosted recently..."
Before suddenly, gunshots went off, and A.I.M troopers swarmed around the regeneratin' degenerate. And was told that they had carbonadium bullets as he surmised, that would stop his healing factor. So he decided not to engage.
"Guess I rolled piss poorly on chance to not get shot at or possibly be penetrated by some nasty bullets... Guess that's the only way the beekeepers earn some street cred here though... Although I coulda' sworn this place wasn't broken into forcefully? How'd that happen?"
Phantom Thief of Hearts Bixir
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