—— 𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 : #MARVELRP #MVRP ⠀ ⠀ ❛ ᴀʜ'ᴍ ⠀ ⠀ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ⠀ ⠀ ʏᴏᴜ ⠀ ⠀ 𝗢𝗡𝗘 ⠀ 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 ⠀ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ᴛᴏ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 , 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒉. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ , ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀〈 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻 〉 𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐘. ❜ ⠀ ⠀

- 𝐘𝐎𝐔 will answer to 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄!

Oddly enough, he has done and tried many a times. (〝 There’s a boundary between our worlds, y’know. 〞) Wade had thought to himself. 〝 See, then there goes the effort of gettin’ to know ‘em. I have plenty of...’associat— ‘er, friends. 〞

〝 Yo-ho, D.D! What’s poppin’, my bro in Red? 〞 Finally, climbing out of the Fire-Escape the Mercenary would approach the Vigilante.

Wade scratched his head, a hand rested upon his hip. 〝 Yeah, but when ya’ invite ‘em over for a li’l shin-dig it may get too crowded. 〞Teased the Merc, a chuckle soon followed.

“Smells like complete B to the S.”

. . .Disbelief, dumbfounded — one could even say...stupefied? As if the Avengers get paid like normal folk. “All right, I’ll bite. How much.”

Red Skull. What a disgusting name.

Observing from afar, two glocks in hand. Whistling.

Oh the contraire, he won’t. He has maybe — six? Four? Four bullets left. Those are reserved for someone else, he’s merely here to provide company.

Sounds like a typical Wade Wilson day.

Only on certain occasions, Chimichangas are for when he feels like he wants to splurge on himself. For being a good little Mercenary.

He knows a good taco truck down the street, if she’s up for it that is. They have pretty good chalupas too.

It really is! Depending on what she orders on it. It’s the best in Hell’s Kitchen — not too far off from where he’s currently residing.

@IronExemplar 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐑 KeZiYo96 𝙋𝙀𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙀𝙍. ᴊᴇꜱꜱɪᴄᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴡ Captain America. 𝐀𝐋𝐋-𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗨𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘 @VowToJustice 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬. — 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐀-𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 ! 𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙉𝙔𝙎𝙊𝙉. “Hope this is quick. I prefer not being here.” Now that everything was back to normal, Bruce Banner was a wanted man once again. After all... 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

Of course! ... ( But not really. ) — some of the spots he knows are really / hot spots. / It’s moreso of a ‘roll the die’ kind of thing.

Standing on the nearest fire escape, a bloodied Katana rested in his hand —he could really use a meal right about now.