Chapter Numero Uno: The First One.
I woke up sprawled out on my sofa. Not the first time. First time with out my hands near my crotch, but that's not the point. I reached up to my phone and saw 10 missed calls. Ben again. "That boy should just move on!" I heard one of the voice's say. I'd named her Gladys. Because she sounded like a stereotypical black woman. "OK Gladys. Calm your anus woman!" I shouted, whilst reaching out for my mask. It'd had only been a few weeks since Fisk had taken me into his little glee club of hitmen. Wasn't the most fun job, but it paid insanely well. 30000 bucks per kill. It paid MJ's medical bill's easily.
I felt my phone ring again, and out of instinct, I answered it. "Kaine? Hello? Kaine? Are you there buddy?" I hung up instantly and threw it at the wall. "Shit. That was the Z model or some shit. Fucking ?." I pulled my mask on and zipped up my fly and put my katana's into their sheath's. My broken phone rang again, so this time I checked, THEN answered. "Deadpool. We have our assignment." It was Murdock, Daredevil, Matty, whatever the hell you want to call the fucker. "What is it? I asked, a hint of mystery in my voice" "What the fuck are you doing." He asked. "Shit. Did I say that out loud? I was talking to the fuckface reading this." I heard him sigh. "Just meet me at Oscorp in an hour. OK?" "Yeah, yeah. Not much of a second date though, Matty" I hung up before he could berate me with anger. (To be continued.)