It was night and the white haired young mercenary opened the door to his crappy apartment. He entered and saw his own living room filled with empty Pizza boxes, crushed Beer cans, and empty glasses of Strawberry Sundae. The man only blinked his blue eyes at the view.
This miserable young man is known as Dante. A Self-Proclaimed Mercenary. Freeloader and broke as well.
After seeing what a mess it is, Dante sighed at the sight of his own living room, "Gonna have to clean up this mess before a certain landlady starts shouting at my damn face."
Outside Dante's apartment, a red haired young woman was leaning against the wall as she was talking to someone on the phone. The young woman wore some kind of a black leather suit while Dante only wears a red trench coat and a dark-green cargo pants. Dante was shirtless underneath his coat since he couldn't afford another clothes to cover his bare well toned chest and muscular physique. Dante's shoes were a black combat boots and he was also wearing a necklace that has a red gem in the center.
"Are you sure he's the guy? He just seems like a kid to me." The red haired young woman questioned to the man she was speaking on the phone.
"I'm sure, Agent Romanoff. He's the one." The man answered, "He is the mercenary we have been searching for. His name is Dante."
"No last name, huh?" Agent Romanoff questioned rhetorically.
"Sadly, no. But you need to be careful, Natasha. He's good. And I mean really good."
"I'm pretty sure I can handle a young punk like him." Natasha said with confidence before she ended the call. She really doesn't know what she's dealing with but nevertheless proceeded with caution.
She began walking towards Dante's door and then knocked which made Dante who was inside the apartment began hastily cleaning his living room.
After Dante finished, he began walking to his door. He then opened it and saw a beautiful red head outside his apartment.
"Well, what's a beautiful gal like you doing here?" Dante questioned with a smile.
"I'm Agent Romanoff, Mr. Dante. I'm here to escort you to my boss." Natasha answered quickly.
"Well, where is your boss right now?"
"Classified."
"Good luck with that, Ms. Romanoff. I ain't going." Dante was about to close the door, but Natasha suddenly kicked the door open, making Dante jump back a good distance.
"Well, I'm gonna have to take you there by force."
"Oh, man! My new door! You're gonna have to pay for that door, lady?!" Dante complained with irritation in his cocky voice.
Natasha smirked, "Make me."
"Tch! It looks like this is gonna be one hell of a party." Dante said before he completely disappeared in a red blur which made Natasha widened his eyes completely. She haven't seen anyone move that fast before.
Natasha then felt a gun pointed at her head. She turned around and saw Dante pointing a large black customized M1911 on her. Dante has now had a huge sword on his back. It has a skull design on each side, leading to a rib cage from which the double-edged blade emerges. Though, the sword was covered by a brown scabbard which was tied across Dante's back.
"Tell me, does your boss pays you enough for this?" Dante questioned with an confident smirk.
