I jump at the sound of my alarm clock, it's around 6:30. I sat up and stretched, and then I stood up and walk over my small apartment to the kitchen. I open the cupboard to see a variety of cereals; I am in the mood for some fruity loops. Then I placed them on the counter. I proceeded to open the fridge and grab the milk. I pour them both into a blue bowl and grabbed a spoon. I sat on the couch and propped my feet upon the white wooden coffee table. I then grabbed my bowl of cereal and started eating. I find the remote under my butt and turn on the TV, after flipping through about twenty channels, I settle for some cartoons.

After I finished my cereal and cartoon. I got up off of the orange leather couch. Then I walk into my bedroom. I open the closet to grab some denim shorts and a simple black tank top. I walk into the bathroom and opened up the shower door. Then I take off my hello kitty pajamas and get in once the water finally decides to warm up.

After my shower was finished, I dress in my black tank-top and shorts. I walk over to the sink and turn on the faucet. I take my blue toothbrush and bubble gum flavored toothpaste out of the floral print cup residing next to the white sink. I covered my wet tooth brush in toothpaste, and started brushing my teeth. When I was done, I spat out the tooth paste and rinsed out my mouth. After smiling at myself in the mirror, and giving myself a thumbs up. I walk out of the bathroom and grab my crappy phone. Then I grabbed my keys off of the granite kitchen countertops and putting on some old vans, and left my apartment. I then got my motorcycle and head out to work.

I pulled up at the coffee shop where I work. After parking my motorcycle I walked into work, I walked in the front door and saw a man with a black eye patch staring at me creepily. Uhh… okay? Well, that's not weird… I walk up to the counter and was welcomed by my manager, Jamie. He's always been super sweet, but I friend-zoned him. Besides, if we ever broke up work would be so awkward! I would probably have to quit and jobs are really hard to find nowadays. Anyways, about 20 minutes later, that creeper with the eye-patch came up and asked me to make him a coffee. He didn't even want any sugar or cream, he drank it black. Only heartless stalkers drink black coffee in the morning, black coffee is for when you're drunk and you don't want a hangover!

He was totally silent. I made sure to keep an eye on him; he just made me so nervous, like I was walking on glass. The rest of work just passed pretty slowly, it was really boring. When I was riding my motorcycle home, I saw a guy in a red costume beating up some poor guy… It was so sad. I couldn't help myself. I instantly parked and ran up and punched the guy in the red suit in the nose.

"What the fuck lady?! I was just doing my goddamn job!" he replied with an annoying witty-ness.

"So you're a hit man! You psychotic bastard! You just can't kill people! That's what police are for!" I said angrily back

"I prefer the term mercenary." He says like a smart ass.

"Shut up you big baby!" I mess up my word in frustration.

Then the guy that was on the ground picked up a pipe, the last thing I remembered is a large metal object hitting the side of my face.

I wake up in a creepy hospital room; it was all white and smelled like lemons. When hospital rooms are white, it typically means that you're dead. Shit! I wasn't supposed to die! Then the guy that I remember in the red suit came into the room.

"Your so fucking lucky that you're not dead." He says in his cocky-ass voice.

I decided not to say anything back, realization that I was naked.

"Why the hell am I naked?!" that was more of a statement than a question.

"the doctors stripped you down." He says simply

"WHAT?" I look under the thin white sheet

"They were bloody!"

"That's the best you can come up with! Who the hell do you think you are?! And how did you even get in here?!"

"Deadpool. The window was open."

"That's a stupid name."

"Hey, bitch you—" he points at me.

Just then the guy creepy eye-patch man enters the room. He was wearing a leather jacket and it looked like it was for a woman.

"Well, Leo. How has your stay been here on the helicarrier?" he said like a hostess would greet you into a restaurant.

"The heli-what?" I replied.

"My name is Nick Fury, I'd like you to join S.H.E.I.L.D. . . "

"No freaking way." I shot back

"I find that you might want to join our team if you knew that we had your sister in custody."

"YOU KIDNAPPED LANDRI! Fine. Don't hurt her and I'll do whatever you say."

"Well, that was easy."