Author's Note:
Hey guys I'm back "I am too" I've enjoyed my vacation and it's given me tons of new ideas for stories that'll show up in Universal Viewing.
Hey I break narration here and when that happens it'll be in bold, as oppose to Izuku's underlined. 'Had to be different didn't you. Hurts my feelings.'
I'm glad no one was too upset with me for using Izumi as Izuku's sister's name. "At least if you were mad we didn't see you ranting at us. Though I do appreciate it when you leave suggestions in the comments so feel free to. "Don't try to change me." "I wish I could change you. "What was that?" Moving on. "Wait before we go. I want to let you know how disappointed I am with you all for not complementing my new duds. I'm just fucking with you. Now let's make the chimichangas."
Chapter Six
Izuku pulled himself on to the shores of New York. "Shit that's lazy. Couldn't you come up with a more original place, like Maryland, Gotham, or Dubstep land. God I love Dubstep." He crawled off the docks he pulled himself on to and headed to the slums. He was stumbling along looking for information brokers. He tripped when he was walking through an especially shady area, and looked up to see a sign by a door in a solid concrete wall. It read Sister Margaret's Home for Way Ward Girls, and Bar. "Fuck yeah straight outta the movies." Izuku decided to try his luck finding a broker inside the shithole in front of him. He pushed the heavy metal door open, and walked in.
A man standing behind the bar eyed him carefully. It's not everyday someone walks iin in what looks like a hero outfit, but is armed to the teeth. The bar tender had pure white hair and his eyes were a clear light blue. He seemed to be in his late thirties or early fourties. He stood around 5' 10". The glass in his hand had frost spreading across it's surface. "Hey what're you here for?" Suspicion was heavy in his voice.
"I'm looking for someone to give me some information on a certain criminal. Like where I can kill him." Izuku said coldly.
The man smiled. "You'll fit right in kid." He then downed the contents of his glass and set it upside-down on the bar counter. "You know that the brokers don't sell for cheap right?"
"I figured." Izuku took another look around the bar and realized it was full of bulky guys that were slightly less armed than him. "Looks like your running a mercenary gig. Mind if I take a few jobs to pay the brokers." Izuku asked amusement clear in his tone.
A bulky guy clapped his hand on Izuku's shoulder. "What makes you think a scrawny kid like you would be any better than a meatshield?"
Izuku grabbed the hand on his shoulder, and kicked the man's legs out from under him. The second he hit the floor Izuku pressed his foot down on his throat, and had drawn one of his katanas, with the blade pointed between the man's eyes. He still had ahold of the man's arm and propped it in the air so he could dislocate it at any moment. "I fought in the deadpool fofor five years, I had one hundred and fourty six kills to my name (146). After I got out I started to go after the guy who put me in there, and took my friend. Now I've got one hundred and ninety eight kills (198). So I think I can pull off a simple job." During Izuku's rant his voice started to sound unhinged and everyone started to back away.
Then the man on the floor spoke. "I know you. Your that guy who went around killing crime bosses in Japan. How did you learn to speak English?"
Izuku looked down at the man on the floor, surprised that he wasn't pissing himself, let alone speaking calmly. "The person who held me captive was trying to sell people like me and didn't what me to embarrass him in front of the American buyers. I'm not flawless, but it's getting there."
The man laughed. "I like this kid. Hey I'll help you learn to speak English better if you hang around, it's getting boring around here when no one'll fight me." He chortled. "Name's Buck by the way. My quirk dampens the pain I feel."
"I go by Deadpool." Izuku replied helping Buck to his feet. "I'll take you up on that offer. Technically I'm quirkless but I heal from any and everything. It also boosts my strength and reflexes slightly." 'That makes me a great shot with guns and... other things. You all were warned about the jokes'. Izuku looked back to the bar tender. "And you are?"
"Jack Frost." Jack replied cold as ice.
Izuku froze on the spot and slowly turned his head towards Jack. "You wouldn't happen to know a girl named Emma Frost would you."
The room suddenly dropped twenty degrees in temperature. "How do you know my daughter?" Jack said slowly.
The white eye slits in Izuku's mask narrowed at Jack. "She was thrown into the deadpool with me and I protected her." Izuku answered with a dangerous edge in his voice.
The chill that had infected the room disappeared, as quickly as it came. Jack practically sprinted around the bar, and lifted Izuku off the floor in a bone crushing hug. "Thank you for protecting my baby girl. I almost lost it when I found out my wife had sold her off." Jack was crying, but as his tears would leave his eyes they'd freeze and fall to the ground.
"Why'd your wife sell your daughter away?" Izuku asked still suspicious.
Jack set Izuku down and looked at him sadly. "She was a firm believer in the quirk hierarchy." He said slowly.
'Oh right the hierarchy goes like this for those that don't know. People believe that emitter type quirks are the best, and anyone who has an emitter quirk is a superior race. Then there's transformation quirks who are like the middle class citizens. Next there are mutation quirks who are seen as monsters and weaklings. Finally there are the quirkless who are seen as garbage, not even worth the air they breath. Quirkless people are the victims of hate crimes all the time, but the police and heros don't even bother to look into it anymore.'
"My wife was a transformation quirk user." Jack continued. "She hated that she was middle class and wanted more. I didn't know it at the time but she only married me since my quirk's an emitter type. When she found out our daughter had a mutation quirk she was disgusted. I didn't care ine way or another, she was my kid and that was all that mattered. My wife saw it differently, she blamed me for our daughter's quirk. Saying things like your not a real emitter type your just a fruad. She wasn't any kinder to our baby. I tried to earn enough money so I could leave her and support my duaghter, but I had to leave for a business trip to get the raise I needed and when I got back my girl was gone. My wife was proud of herself saying she'd cleaned the filth from our lives, but I was devastated." Jack puased sobbing, but carried on. "She kept trying to make me forget by telling me she hadn't mattered, and that we were better off without her. One day I snapped... I flash froze the blood in her body and my wife crumbled before my very eyes. I haven't looked back on it till now, and I won't stop looking for my little girl." Jack looked up tears streaming down his face like frozen rivers now. "Now you show up saying you know her, and cared for her. Please tell me where is my baby?"
Izuku looked Jack dead in the eyes, and for the first time since he was taken by Francis he felt his heart wrench in his chest. "I-i don't know. I'm going after the guys who took her to get her back. I promised her I'd keep her safe and I intend to keep that promise."
Jack nodded slowly. "Your welcome here anytime kid, and I'll do anything I can to help."
Then Buck put his hand on Jack's shoulder. "You've always been a good friend to me Jack. I'll help get your kid back however I can."
Izuku nodded. "Great but we're going to need some money for weapons and a base in Japan."
Jack glanced at the green suited merc with the mouth. "Why would we need a base in Japan?"
"Because we already have this place and I feel like Dante will get lazy and send me back there. So I want to be comfortable."
Everyone in the bar gave a worried glance to the unstable boy. They weren't quiet sure what he was talking about.
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A week past and Izuku's birthday went by. He turned eleven yesterday, but he didn't feel like celebrating. He'd taken a job with Buck this time around. They had to rough up some guy who'd been going shop to shop collecting protection money, so he and his gang would fuck off. They saw their guy sitting on his Harley Davidson.
Izuku smirked to himself and turned to Buck. "I want that bike."
Buck smirked back at Izuku, just as Izuku pulled his mask over his face. "Let's go get it and get theis job done then, little buddy."
They walked up to the man on his bike, who glanced at them nervously. "H-hey whatever you guys think your trying to pull my guys'll make you regret it." He whimpered out.
Izuku didn't wait for him to say anything else. He reached out and grabbed him by the throat and lifted him of the bike and into the air. "Listen my friends are a lot more understanding than me so I'll say this for them. You and your friends get out of here. Got it?"
The man was nodding so fast he looked like a bobblehead. "Yeah no problem."
"Good then we're done."
"Wait we are?"
"Yeah. But I'm taking the bike." Izuku said smuggly.
"Mother Fucker." The man tried to draw his gun from his waist band but Izuku had already drawn his sword, and cut off his hand.
The man was clutching the bleeding stump crying out in pain, but everyone was trying to run and wait for the heros to step in. Izuku pulled a lighter out of his pocket and pulled it apart. He hat the striker in one hand, and the container with the lighter fluid in the other. Buck was silently praying Izuku didn't take things too far. Izuku then tossed the fluid on to then bleeding stump, and threw a spark at it. The bleeding stopped as the limb burst into flames. Izuku then grabbed the man who was now screaming louder and dragged him to a nearby fountain and dunked the stump in the water. 'He cauterized the wound' Buck realized.
Izuku then tossed the man who was on the verge of shock to the side of the road. "Now tell your buddies to get the fuck off our turf." Then Izuku went through his pockets and grabbed his keys. He went back to Harley and glanced back at Buck. "Hey I'll see you back at Sister Margaret's."
Buck nodded and started to head back to his truck. "See you there Deadpool."
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Izuku and Buck pushed the door back open and walked into the bar. Buck slapped a gold card on to the bar counter. "Give Deadpool here the money. It was his first job and he didn't need me there at all."
Izuku looked over at Buck slightly shocked. "Hey you don't have to do that."
"I know I don't have to. Consider it a present for a good first job. So how'd you like learning to ride a motorcycle?"
Jack slapped a stack of cash in front of Izuku and started to laugh. "I'd have paid to see you try to ride a motorcycle."
"Fuck you guys. With my powers it was easier, so I only fucked up twice." Izuku said indignantly.
Still sniggering. "It's ok kid. Just remembered we get enough money to get your fear and we get my daughter back."
"Hey who said anything about waiting till I had more money? I'm still looking for her even now."
"Thanks kid." Jack smiled as he tossed Izuku a cold beer. 'I don't want to hear anything about me being under age. I go around killing people for a living drinking early isn't worse no matter what you say.'
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Izuku was walking up on another one of Francis's store houses. He had no idea what was in this one but he hoped it was important. He left his bike parked on a meeter so he did have to hurry. He tried the front warehouse door but it's locked. 'Fan fucking tastic you all enjoying this?' He looked up and saw an open window on the second floor. 'Now how do I get up there?'
Izuku ended up with two of his knives shoved into the wall of the warehouse. He was climbing by stabbing his knives into the wall to create handholds, and then moving them up to the window. 'Shit I'm an idiot. This a bad idea if I fall this'll hurt so much'.
It took Izuku almost five minutes to get the hang of climbing, and make it to the window. 'before you judge me, I am slightly crazy. I mean if you've read the Deadpool comics you'd know. We're schizophrenics, suffer from bipolar depression, ADHD, narcissim, and what ever the fuck let's me see you guys. As you can guess we're a mess.' 'Now that the excuses are out of the way'. 'Fuck you.'
Izuku slid in through the open window, and face planted on to a cat walk. "Ow shit." Izuku peeled himself off the ground and took a look around. He started to grin like a maniac as he saw what lay before him.
Grunts were moving through out the warehouse with forklifts carrying crates of cash. Each crate was about one cubic meter in volume, and everyone was full of green Benjamins. All eyes suddenly turned to Izuku as his song filled the building.
"~Oh it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go
Take a look in the five and ten glistening once again.
With candy canes and silver lanes aglow
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Toys in every store
But the prettiest sight to see, is the holly that will be
On your own front door~"
As Izuku finished the last line of his song he jumped from his perch, and landed on a grunt which slammed his he into the ground with a sickening crunch. "Ooo look at all these children on my naughty list." Then there men charged Izuku with their quirks activated. "Hey what's up with Francis mostly hiring dudes? Is he sexist that pig."
The first guy grunted in annoyance at Izuku's ramblings. He charged swinging the blades on his arms at Izuku's face. The blades ran from his wrist to his elbow in a triangle shape, and protrude about 8 inches from the arm max. Izuku stepped back to avoid getting his face cut up and then turned the man into a shish kabob with hiw katanas. "Oooo Those will make a great hood ornament for my bike."
The remaining two charged Izuku, while the other five or six workers tried to hide since they had non-combat oriented quirks. "Jesus they should have had more than three people guarding all this cash." The first one's hands morphed into claws as he lunged forward. He was too closed for Izuku to dodge as he raked his claws across the dragon on Izuku's suit. Seconds later he screamed in agony as his claws weren't strong enough to pierce through the kevlar, and they shattered. The second man stepped forward the muscles in his arms bulging, as he took the first man's place. He drew back his fist and swung for Izuku's face. Izuku quickly raised his katana with the blade facing the oncoming fist. The grunt couldn't stop his fist in time and the force of his punch split his fist on the blade, but it continued to split halfway up his arm. He tried to pull his now useless limb back as it sprayed blood everywhere, but before he could get away Izuku rushed forward and slashed his blade across his throat. The goon fell to his knees as his good hand snapped to his throat, to stop the bleeding. As his vision started to darken he gazed into Izuku's glaring mask. "You bastard do you have any idea how long it will take to get all you blood out of my suit?" Then Izuku drew one of his guns and offed the man who was still crying over his claws.
"Oh there were six of you huh?" Izuku said as he turned back to the group trying to escape his sight.
A woman shakily stood up and moved forward. "W-why are you doing this?"
"Why! Why! Your a part of an organization that kidnaps and kills people, and you didn't think someone would be pissed off." Izuku then rapidly pulled his gun's trigger and the five people behind the woman fell, with their brains splattered across the wall behind them.
The woman shakily turns to see her colleagues lying in pools of their own blood, that's slowly expanding towards her. "P-p-please s-stop."
"Tell me where your fucking boss is." Came Izuku's cold reply.
"I-i can't. They'll kill me if I do."
"And I'll kill you if you don't so where does that leave us?"
With tears in her eyes she pointed at an office almost outta sight, in the back of the warehouse. "There's a map in there with some addresses circled. We were never told what was there. Now you'll let me go right?"
"You said they were going to kill you right?" She looked at Izuku in panic. "At least this'll be painless." Izuku quickly drew his second pistol and shot her between the eyes, then he holstered both of his guns and got out his phone. After typing in the number and a few rings Jack picked up. "Hey Jack. How quickly could you get a semi over to me?"
Jack was a little confused by the request. "We keep one thirty minutes from here why?"
"That's convenient. I got a lot! Of cash here I want to get out so we can speed up our attack on Francis."
"... I'll have Buck bring it over as fast as possible."
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After Buck arrived it took ten hours to transport all the crates of cash out of Francis's warehouse. Izuku is currently sitting on one of the crates talking to Jack and Buck.
"Hell of a hall kid."
"Yeah it is." Izuku hoped off the box he was on and pushed it to Buck. "Here for helping me move all this."
"Any time kid. Thanks." Buck said as he struggled to move it towards his truck.
"Here Jack for you." Izuku was pushing another box towards him. 'Ok before I'm accused of being cheap buying a house weapons and transportation isn't cheap. Besides the guys said they'd help for free so me paying them wasn't even part of the deal.'
"Nah. Deadpool consider it payment to find my daughter and we're good."
Izuku nodded 'I didn't have tears in my eyes shut up'. "You got it Jack, I won't let either of you down."
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"Unfortunately Jack and I spent the next five years hunting Francis down. We'll skip that time since I wasn't happy about how long it was taking, and that put me in a low place." After those five years Izuku was sitting in Sister Margaret's at the bar downing a beer. He's sixteen now and he's grown to about 6' 5" just a little shorter than Buck, but taller than most in Japan. His muscles were more defined, and he'd added a titanium weave in his armor to make it more bullet resistant and show off his muscles better. Jack sat across the bar with a can of beer in his hands just as tired as Izuku.
Suddenly the phone went off, and Jack picked it up. After listening for a few seconds he handed it to Izuku. "For you sounds really official."
Izuku snatched the receiver from Jack's hand, and put it to his ear. The first thing he heard was a squeaky voice on the other line. "Deadpool right? You were right it was hard to get a hold of you but your presence isn't hard to miss. It was only a matter of time before I found you."
Izuku smirked as he recognized the voice, and pulled his mask back over his face. "Nezu how are you? What can I do for you?"
"I'm doing well. But one of my classes was attacked recently and I'd like to call in a favor. I want you to come vack and help defend my students in all my first year classes. Also we had word your old friend Ajax and Killbrew snuck back here without you noticing, I want to make good on my promise to help you get them."
Izuku was now grinning ear to ear. "I'll be there as soon as I can." Then he hung up and glance to Jack. "We're heading to Japan, so let's get Buck and get going."
"WHAT!!"
"Don't worry it's because Francis is there, and besides I bought a bar over there so you'd feel right at home. Now let's get going." Izuku didn't give him anymore time to reply.and walked out of the bar. 'Francis when I find you, your going to regret being born' Izuku promised to himself.
Author's Note:Hey guys I know this took longer than expected to get done. I didn't expect to get sick but I did, and I really appreciate that you all were so patient with me.
Warning Warning*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* If you haven't read any Deadpool comics he hits on every girl he sees and tries to take it farther sometimes. Izuku will act like that version of Deadpool so head's up. "Yeah. we're seeing player me. Get ready ladies because here comes the hottest green haired merc with a mouth. That came out wrong."
Thank you all for your support
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