Who: Thor!pool & OT Avengers chilling at Avenger's mansion. NPCs: Frank and the other Bums. When: October 14th. Morning. 7ish Where: New York City; Avenger's Mansion What: Here it is! The bout you've been waiting for! Thor!pool v Avengers! This is going to be the bloodiest job application process in the history of the world. Unless you live in that Spartacus world. Rating: PG-13ish?
The last few weeks had been wonderful. The world over he was respected (albeit probably more on the feared side) by any and everyone. Except for the states. They just couldn't get over that tiny little problem with his criminal past. "I don't get it, either. I'm the bad boy. The rebel. James Dean! I've got the jacket and the hair..y back. But that's just a sign of fertility. Who gives a flying fig newton that I've offed some people in the past? Everyone's got blood on their hands." The gathering of homeless men in the park grunted and shifted on their make shift beds. No one wanted to contradict him. Hell, most of them wanted to just sleep in peace. But it wasn't as if they hadn't ever bunked with a rambling nut before. Most of them were old hands at this.
"Spider-Man. Captain America, Punisher.." Wade rubbed his chin, "Though I'm pretty sure no one really considered him a hero. Except maybe those wanna be hard ass kids from juvie. And no one likes those guys anyway. The point being, aside from-- Frank" Deadpool slapped the leg of a bum sleeping near by "Knock it off with the sleep 'baitin. It's unhygienic. Go do by the playground like everyone else." Deadpool tried to resume his rant but found himself inexplicably lost. What had he been talking about? "Vivisection? The vas deferens? The vietnam war?"
"Gob slammit!" One of the bums said from under his blanket of newsprint. "If ya want people t'like you then go out and get respecticable-like!"
"You're right oddly sounding southern-y british-y man!" Thor!pool climbed to his feet and yanked his hammer out from under Frank's head. "Bad Frank! That's a very bad boy. Next time you do that I'll moiderize you. Nyuk nyuk nyuk!" The asgardian twirled the hammer above his head and threw it up into the air. The hammer dragged him along in his wake and with a little adjustment, Wade was off. It didn't take him more than five minutes to clear the several miles between himself and the mansion. Nor did it cause him any trouble to find it. Everyone knew where it was. As far as secret bases went, this one was just downright terrible.
Thor!pool shot in over the security wall and came to a gentle walking stop in front of the door. He raised his fist and knocked thrice upon the door. Hopefully they wouldn't keep him waiting long. "Hopefully they have some hot pockets. Those bums are lousy cooks. You'd think with years worth of experience living on the street they could macguyver up something edible. Liquor wasn't bad though."