Ok, so this is going to be a two part chapter just cause. This is part 1 of my Dead Pool chapter, even though, I'm not exactly sure if he qualifies as a villain, or as a hero...marvel should have another category for him.

Chapter 8: Joke's On You

"Helloooo! I'm doing a survey on how many people understand this joke," A teenager in a red and black costume asked a random slightly overweight middle-aged man.

"Are you from that one video game store?" The man asked.

"OOH! So close! I'm a freelance hero, specializing in all things money-related and AWESOME, also known as Dead Pool!"

"Ok...so what's the joke?"

"What joke?"

"The joke...for your survey..."

"I love surveys, so what's it about?" Dead Pool squealed.

"What? Is this a prank? Is this some sort of prank? Am I on TV?" The man looked around in annoyance.

"No of course not, it's a joke! For the survey! Did you get it?"

"Um..."

"Sorry, but you didn't qualify for the million jillion dollar reward! Bye Old Man!" Dead Pool cheerfully walked away.

"Who is that?" A little boy asked his parents, pointing to the black and red costume-clad Dead Pool.

"OOH! Origin story time!" Dead Pool yelled. He began in a low, serious voice. "Once, a nerdy kid had a best friend. His friend was a balloon, named Balloony. The kid loved Baloony, until one day...the ninjas that stole his mama, popped Balloony. The balloon was full of radioactive chemicals, which splashed on the boy, transforming him into an awesome hero of awesomeness and MONEY!"

"Cool!" The little boy shouted.

"Yeah it is!" Dead Pool high-fived him.

"I wanna a balloon! I wanna balloon!" The kid grinned.

"Take it from me kid, quit school, make a cool costume with POUCHES, and go freelance like me!"

"Excuse me, but I don't appreciate you talking to our kid like that!" The kid's mom shook her head.

"Ssshh...quiet...rest your head, breathe deeply, savor the New Yorkian smells of gas and pollution. Don't think about how your mom thinks you could have done way better..." Dead Pool whispered, jerking a thumb toward her husband.

"What did you say! What did your mom say?" The lady's husband yelled.

"Well, you know how she is, she always wanted me to marry someone..."

"Better, more handsome, richer?" Dead Pool finished.

"Yes! Wait, no! Her words not mine!" The man huffed at his wife's reply, and they promptly began arguing.

"So, freelance huh?" The kid asked Dead Pool.

"Yeah, its my jam!"

"Awesome," The boy bumped fists with Dead Pool, and the "hero" was soon on his way.

So that is part one of two Dead Pool parts. Because it is impossible to sum up Dead Pool in just one chapter, obviously. Thanks to Cheshire Kitty 101 for suggesting this. TheImmortalWeapon, hope your still being patient with me, I haven't forgotten the Scorpion request, and I think that may be my first story after the hold-period is over. Anyway...

Wolf out...