[i]Finally, the plan is coming together...[/i]

[b]I didn't know that we could be so right![/b]

Guns were blazing, people were dying, and a single being was the sole cause of the death of numerous people in that one building. This plan had taken him months of somewhat careful planning. In one fell swoop, the mercenary was able to take out a whole building of goons as well as his target. It didn't really matter to him who it was. It could have been that one hobo on the street that he passed all the time for all he cared. The thing that pushed him to getting the contract done so well was the money. There was a lot of it at stake, and now it was all his. He was going to be so rich he wouldn't know what to do with it all!

"Maybe I'll pay for a mute button!" The mutant exclaimed, his fingers still pushing down on the triggers to the two guns in his hand. The nameless troopers hired to kill him were still fighting him, despite the fact that their employer had just been killed not ten minutes before hand. 

He worked his way up the building, fighting anyone who opposed him. 

[i]Don't you think this is a little much? This is a lot of causalities, even for us.[/i]

"Ah, hush hush. If anyone asks, they looked aggressive and were going to attack me. The police will understand." He muttered to himself, his feet moving his body up the stairwell to the top floor. He would have taken the elevator, had he not cut the cables, causing his mark to fall to the ground and die a horrid death. Taking the stairs was also a good cardio-vascular workout.

As he reached the top floor, he stopped firing and put his guns away. The eyes behind the red and black mask checked his top of the line Calculator Watch to see what time it was. With a squeal of glee, he began to shoot out the windows. His plan was just below flawless, and if his ride would arrive on time like he said he would, It would have been the first absolutely perfect contract in a long time.

Twenty seconds.

More and more troopers were making their way to the top floor. They had the merc completely surrounded. What confused them most is that he wasn't actively killing them at this moment. It was strange to them really. He had killed so many of them so quickly, and now he just stopped.

Ten Seconds.

They waited for him to make a move. He waited for just the right time. It was the third longest twenty seconds he had ever experienced.

Five.

Deadpool walked backwards at a slow pace, his eyes focusing on all of the gun barrels pointed at his face. As he reached the window, he did not stop moving, and took another step backwards.

"Catch me Spidey!" He could be heard saying as he fell. It took him but a few seconds to realize what was going to happen, and the mutant his the ground with a splat.

"WHAT THE SHIT PARKER!"

It took Deadpool a good half hour to find all of his important parts and duct tape himself back together, but in time, he was able to get walking again.

He Checked his watch again. It was only one-forty in the afternoon.

[i]You're an hour early. [/i]

[b]I think he's still in school![/b]

Deadpool sighed to himself. Of course his perfect plan wouldn't end up perfectly. "Stupid faulty education system. Hasn't he been a freelance photographer slash student for a while now? Is he hiding more mutations?"

Whatever the reason for Spiderman not showing up would be, Deadpool knew one thing at the moment: He needed a team. Buds at his beck and call that would back him up at a moments notice.

As he walked the streets of New York, his covered eyes found themselves looking at the SHIELD headquarters, the Triskelion.

He knew where he'd find his powered pals.