Peter crouched on a building opposite the shooting range. It'd been a week and he still couldn't stop thinking about it. There was just something off about the whole thing, but he couldn't figure out what. And it's not like he could ask Mr. Stark to investigate it with the evidence of 'it gives me the heebie jeebies'. He needed something. But no matter how long he watched the place, it was just a building.

"Peter," Karen, his AI, said. He tried to contain his flinch, having briefly forgotten that she was there. "Why are we here?"

"I don't know," he muttered back. "Something about this place just feels off, that's all." there was never any crime in this block, he'd noted earlier this week. That was suspicious, right? Maybe he should mention it.

"Do you want me to tell Mr. Stark that you wish to investigate this building?" Karen asked. Peter considered for a moment. He could investigate, but he would feel stupid if there was actually nothing about it to investigate. Plus, he was bad at it.

"No thanks, Karen. There's not really anything suspicious enough to warrant an investigation. It's just a gut feeling."

"Alright, Peter." Peter took a deep breath and left the building. There was a scream that sounded like it was a few blocks away. He followed that, and tried to put the shooting range out of mind.


Blood dripped from the end of the katana held in Deadpool's clenched fist. Body's were laid out through the room, soaked in blood. There was only one man left. Bob, unfortunately enough, did not know which Hydra branch Weapon X was working out of, and as a result Deadpool had had to systematically work his way through Hydra bases until he could find out what he wanted to know. So far, no one had told him anything.

This man, wearing a lab coat and cowering in the corner of the room that Deadpool had just cleared out, looked like he did know something. The man whimpered as Deadpool leveled Bea at his throat. {rip out his throat} [don't do that. He can't talk without a throat, and if he can't talk, he can't tell you anything. A little love poke in the stomach should do the trick]

Deadpool giggled as Bea dropped from the man's throat to his stomach. He attempted to pull his knees up protectively, and Deadpool kicked him in the crotch. "Do you know what I want?" he asked to man. The man sobbed, and shook his head. "I want to know where Weapon X is working out of. I know Hydra's been funding them." his throat felt like gravel as he spoke.

The man sobbed again, and pressed his lips shut as he shook his head. [it doesn't look like he wants to talk] {a little stabbing is good motivation for talking. We would know.} Deadpool nodded, a grin spreading across his face. He leaned toward the man, and in doing so let Bea sink into his stomach. "Are you sure you don't know anything?" Deadpool singsonged. The man screamed.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!" He shouted through sobs. {Pussy.} [can dish it out, but can't take it. Pathetic.] Deadpool silently agreed with the voices. "They're working out of the New York outpost!" Deadpool shifted his katana, letting it slide through skin. The man bit back another scream.

"New York state, or city?" Deadpool asked.

"City!" the man gasped out. "They're working in the city! There's lots of mutants there!" Deadpool pulled Bea out of the man's stomach and wiped her off on a rag from one of his pouches before resheathing her. "Oh thank god!" the man sobbed. He clearly thought he was going to live, the idiot. Deadpool pulled out a gun and shot the man in the face.

{what'd you do that for?} "he already told me what I wanted to know!" Wade made his way back towards the door. [no he didn't. All he said was that they're working for the NYC outpost.] "yeah? That's what I wanted." he kicked a head out of his way and shut the door behind him. [do you even know where that is?] he paused. "Shit! Fuck! Damn it all! Fuck, why didn't you assholes stop me?" {oh, like we have any control over your actions. Moron.} [you're so stupid. Why are you even alive? Oh right! You can't die! Like the fucking failure that you are.] {you're pathetic} [you should just kill yourself until you stay dead.]

Wade gripped his head and took a deep breath. "I'm not killing myself. I have shit to do. I'll just make Bob tell me where it is." [fine. Admit failure. Not like you could find it yourself anyway.] "Fuck you! I could so!"

he kicked open the door to the outside, and the fresh air and birds chirping was such a contrast to the screams and bloody air of just a half hour ago that it was almost disorenting. {I bet it'd take you weeks to find that Hydra base on your own! Bet you couldn't even manage it without asking someone else.} "Nuh uh!"{yuh huh!} [god you two are dumb. I can't believe I'm stuck with you morons. I say you cave in a week and ask someone else.] "I'll prove you both wrong!"


Matt crouched on the edge of a building, listening to the city move around him. While it was true that NYC was never truly asleep, it was also true that everything was quieter at night. Easier to navigate. There had been several kidnappings in this particular neighborhood especially, so Matt had decided that he would spend as much time patrolling this area as possible, staying out of sight the entire time.

He was taking a break at this particular moment, but as it always seems to be, it's as soon as you take a break that something happens. A short shriek and a muffled struggle denoted the end of Matts break time.

Matt followed the sounds of the scuffled as he ran and parkoured a few buildings over, until he was directly over top of the sound of the fight. It was in an alley. It's always the alleys, he thought to himself.

"Fuck!" a man's voice exclaimed. "I hate the ones with super strength." Matt tilted his head.

"Yeah, they're the worst." a woman agreed. "At least we have him subdued now. Where'd you park the van?" Matt hated kidnappers.

"Uhh…" before the man could finish his response, Matt had parkoured his way to the ground. The only good thing about alleys is that their walls were the ideal distance for jumping down, he didn't even have to use the fire escape. "Oh shit!" the man exclaimed, right before Matt punched him in the side of the head. The woman, startled, pulled a gun.

Matt assumed it was a gun, anyway. The way she moved didn't suggest anything else, but the lack of gunpowder made him wonder if he guessed wrong. Matt dodged to the side when he heard the trigger click, and the soft 'thwump' of a dart gun followed. Matt broke the wrist of her gun hand, twisting it behind her, and slamming her into the wall when she dropped the gun.

"Why are you kidnapping mutants?" he asked her.

"Bite me." she gasped out. Her heart was rabbiting in her chest, so Matt knew that she was scared. Or maybe excited, but the way she was breathing told him scared was a more accurate guess. She smelled like sweat and fear, anyway. Matt twisted her wrist and she sobbed a little.

"Let's try that again," Matt made his voice as gravely and intimidating as possible. "Why are you kidnapping mutants?"

She was silent for a moment too long, so Matt squeezed her wrist. "Fuck! It's just a job man, what do you care? It's not like they're your kids."

"Where are you taking them?" Matt growled, ignoring her question. Fuck! They were just kids, weren't they? How had he not noticed before?

"It changes! There's an address on my phone, we were supposed to drop this load of merchandise off there by one! It was Mark's idea to grab another before drop off!" Matt bashed her head into the wall and she was out cold. Wouldn't be for long, but all Matt had to do was dig her phone out of her pocket. It was bulky in his hands, and felt like a flip phone, likely a burner. He pocketed it and dug out his own burner, then he called his police contact, and zip tied the criminals wrists together.

He left the finding of the van to the police, seeing as the kids were drugged and the cops were on their way, and Matt hated having to deal with children for too long. He liked kids, but it always threw him off when he had to hear them crying, and he never knew what to say to soothe them. No, better to leave that to the police. He had a lead to follow.