//Reworking accounts because Twitter locked another FTL so stuck with the wrong UN for now

//anyways. ..solo

*Turning his back on the latest batch of unfortunate students to Fail his Training school programme, Tony "Taskmaster" Masters is deep ~

In contemplation.* Guess Sometimes ya' gotta learn ta' run before ya' can walk. *Holding his sword horizontally, his eyes inspect the ~

Blood soakes surface* (Guess these Losers are jus' representin' somethin' kinda like when ya' wake up one mornin'~

Next ta' some broad and she claims ya' been married ta her for years and ya' ain't got tha' slightest clue who she is) *Taking a cloth ~

That was draped over the shoulder of a Captain America punch dummy and wiping the blade clean in a methodical manner* ~

(All these years I been tryin' ta forget who I am, tryin' to show that I'm world class) *His mind shifts over the many defeats he had ~

Experienced recently, how much of a running gag he had become* (Even freakin' Wade gets more respect than yours truly...) ~

No more Mistah nice Tasky, no more schemes, no more trainin' Losers. *Stepping over the corpses to retrieve a hard light emitter from his~

Safe at the opposite end of the facility* Tha' Taskmaster Institute is outta tha' Bizz. Only acceptin' tha big bucks contracts from now on!

*Tossing his classic crossguard sword aside, Tony reaches for a Katana that had once been wielded by the Silver Samurai, sliding the~

Blade smoothly into his shoulder slung scabbard* +OMG TEXT OMG TEXT OM--+ Shaddap Will'Ya? *Checking his phone a smile forms beneath~

The Ballistic Skull shaped full mask* We got a customer! *Quickly texting back with "Job accepted" Tony glances back at the pile of dead~

Students once more* So long losers, got biggah fish ta' fry!