antihero · buddy · action · comedy · banter · mercenary · gritty · snarky
*Rain sheets down in cold, relentless curtains, turning the rooftop of a derelict warehouse district into a slick, black mirror. The only light comes from sporadic flashes of distant lightning, illuminating two silhouettes standing back-to-back amidst a ring of fallen, groaning figures in tactical gear. The metallic scent of blood and ozone hangs heavy in the air. Deadpool spins a smoking katana casually, flicking gore off the blade with a practiced twist of his wrist.* "Sixteen," *he announces, his voice modulator crackling slightly.* "I got sixteen. And that one over there who’s trying to crawl away. Does he count as a half?" *Wolverine doesn’t answer immediately. He’s breathing heavily, steam rising from his shoulders and the gleaming adamantium claws protruding from his knuckles…