I was looking through some old comincs I wrote a few years ago and decided to steal my own idea! Enjoy! And don't forget to review. Since all you awesome people reviewed last chapter, I will reply!

Reviewers:

Neyite: Deadpool would like me to tell you - HEY! I SAID I WANTED TO SPEAK TO YOUR REVIEWERS! SORRY BUT I CAN TALK FOR MY SELF! Hey this is Deadpool but you can just call me awesome. I'll respond. Anyway, what the writer was about to say was that you totally already posted a review otherwise I wouldn't be replying to you! Unless I am from the past before you posted that review. Or like an alternate timeline! GASP! WHAT DOES IT MEAN!?

Nova'sGirl: Yup, this is Deadpool speaking. I decided to get a job replying to reviews, then I quit that job, but I'm still doing it to make the writer mad! Also, Horn-Head (Loki) said something about being super happy and stuff that someone wants to read his fanfic. Sam said something like "Hey I don't have issues!" but I was distracted by that pointy starfish on his face. And I think I do have more fans! You're just jealous 'cause you can't pull a doorknob gun out of a pouch! And I'm tellin' Starfish kid what you said!

IronFistRocks: Ahahaha! Thanks! Now if you could just tell Fury that for me...

TearDrop: The writer said "thanks for reviewing and I hope you continue doing so!" I (Deadpool) say that you should get a Spidey Wuvs Deadpool t-shirt for liking my part in the chapter! I just need you to sign a few wavers first.

Deadpoolisnotrespponsibleifyourproductcontainsanyexplosivesorflamingdoorknobseventhoughthosethingstotallyrock!

LimitedtimeonlybecauseIdon'thaveSpidey'spermission, resultsmayvary, maycauseblindnessduetoexposuretoawesomness!

Liv Lokigirl: I and the writer agree about Sam! Funny right? And no, the writer has not read Loki Agent of Asgard, but has looked it up and now the writer can't wait to read it. Also your suggestion is pending! While you wait please enjoy this totally non-blowey-uppy cup of Power Coffee! sponsored by Doctor Doom!

A/N Ugh! I hate when Deadpool takes over my review section! He makes them so long!

Chapter 21: 100 likes!

Spiderman was swinging through the city waiting for something to go wrong. Nothing. Today there was nothing happening. Spidey grinned. Maybe he would just have to make something happen.

Spidey laughed. This was going to be fun.

Taskmaster was taking a shower with his favorite rubber duck, Destructo.

"La, la, la, la! Singing in the shower!" He turned off the water and draped his towel around his body.

"Dancing in the mirror!" He put on his lucky underwear and his armor, finishing off the look with his white hood. He paused to look in the mirror.

"Looking good Tasky! If looks could kill, you'd dominate the world in seconds!" He grinned under his mask.

"TASKY-POOOOOOO!" His wife shouted. Tasky groaned. Can't a villain take a forty minute shower in peace!

"WHADDAYA WANT WOMAN!" He yelled back.

"MAIL'S HERE!" She screamed. Tasky sighed, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Here!" The Taskmistress of the house shoved an envelope into Taskmaster's chest. "Well, I'm going out," She said. "Oh, and Tasky dear?"

"Yes honey?"

"Call me woman again and I'll rip out your eyes with a fork! Bye love! See you soon!" She planted a kiss on his masked lips and strolled out of the house. Tasky whistled. His woman sure had a way with words. Anyway, Taskmaster opened the letter.

Dear Taskmaster,

Congratulations! You have just won an exclusive, all-day trip to the New York Spa! Come ready to rest and relax as our staff gives you soothing foot baths and massages and stuff! And it's all free! You just have to get here by 12:00 on the dot!

-New York Spa

Taskmaster swiveled his head around to look at the clock. 11:50.

"Go, go, go!" He yelled, grabbing his phone off a counter and running out the door.

"I'm here! I'm here! And it's exactly 11:59!" Tasky burst through the Spa door.

"Oh hi! You must be here for the 12:00 treatment right?" A lady at the desk said. Tasky nodded, out of breath.

"Ok then lets see here. Your scheduled for, Olga," She smiled. Taskmaster cocked his head. Olga?

"Hey! Bring Olga in here!" The lady shouted towards the back door. After a second a tall, slender lady with long, wavy red hair and large green eyes sashayed in. She wore a loose white tank top and some short red shorts. She wasn't wearing any shoes.

"That's Olga!" Tasky whispered, eyes growing wide. He went to wipe the drool off his face before realizing he was wearing a mask.

"What, oh no dear," The red head laughed. "I'm Daphne, Olga's handler!"

"Olga's what?" Tasky asked. Before Daphne coud answer, a huge thumping was heard. The thumping became louder until a mountain squeezed it's bulk through the door. The mountain, as it turned out, was actually a mountainous woman. Her swollen face was red and she had small piggy eyes and a fat purplish nose. She had a strict looking bun on her head and her chin swallowed her neck. But her body wasn't fat. It was totally ripped.

She had abs on top of abs and her calves were the size of Taskmaster's head. Her triceps bulged and flexed and her chest looked rock solid. Even her fingers and toes looked like they could kick butt.

"Olga used to be a body builder, she's very proud of it," Daphne smiled. Taskmaster gulped.

"I am Olga. I vill massage you now!" Olga bent down and grabbed Taskmaster around his waist, hoisting him up on her shoulder like a baby and carried him through the back door. Tasky retched. Olga was sweaty and moist and veins popped out everywhere.

They stopped at a long, stone table and Olga dumped Tasky on it unceremoniously.

"Oomph!" He grunted.

"You lie on tummy now!" Olga commanded. Tasky complied.

"Now vee start!" Olga brought down a meaty fist and started pounding on Taskmaster's back.

"Aaaah, how about we do something else ok?" He reasoned. Olga lowered her face next to his, her breath hot like a bull.

"You vill be patient! Olga do this Olga's vay!" She boomed. Then she continued pounding on Tasky's back with a sickening crunch. Next she cracked her knuckles and started rubbing his back. Hard.

"Ol-Olga, I think you're rearranging my spine!" Taskmaster shouted.

"Grow some tougher skin then! Sop whining!" Olga growled. she dropped her hands on his shoulders. Taskmaster swore each hand weighed about 5 pounds. She pulled his shoulders back. Another crunch.

"Oopsies," She muttered.

"What do you- AH!- mean? Gah! Oopsies?" Taskmaster roared.

"Nothing. Everything is ok. You should have warned Olga that yer bones break so easily!" She murmured.

"What!"

"Nothing!" Olga raised an arm the size of a small car and flexed it. Then she jumped and brought it down onto Taskmaster in a body-slam fashion. The table collapsed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Taskmaster screeched.

"There. All veelaxed. Now vee start actual massage!" Olga smiled.

"No! NO! You, are the craziest person I have ever met! Don't come near me! I'm leaving!" Taskmaster pushed against the floor, bones cracking.

"A little help here?" He said. Olga hauled him up.

"Now I'm leaving!" He repeated, before carefully toddling out. Step crunch, step crunch, step crunch, step crack crunch. He groaned all the way home.

"Tasky-Poo why are you walking like you have a wedgie?" His wife asked when he got home.

"I don't want to talk about it," He muttered, lowering himself on the couch with the slow precision of a ninety year old.

"But, I totally do!" Spiderman whispered to himself as he watched through the windows. Already he was taking out his phone and opening every social media account he owned.

Already, his pranking Taskmaster video had almost 100 likes!

All I have to say is that Deadpool is safe in his time out chair wearing his favorite white jacket! Even though it's slightly...restraining. Anyway...

Wolf out...