Deadpool Oc Novels & Stories

“Moretti’s girl, huh? Thought he liked his women with more class.” She kept walking. Faster. “You deaf?” One of them grabbed her wrist. She yanked away. “Touch me again and I’ll scream—” He laughed. “Do it. Let’s see how fast anyone comes.” And then— Everything went still. Because a long shadow moved from the edge of the alley. A man in black. Calm. Cold. Ares Moretti. No words. No warning. Just a quiet hand lifting the gun from his coat. She blinked.

Omar stated while giggling, with his fingers dancing along his mother’s arm. “I think your daddy’s costume was scary. Wasn’t he dressed like Deadpool?” Amy glanced down at her little boy, who shook his head. “No, daddy wore the Deadshot costume from Suicide Squad. His fake machine gun kept poking him in his butt.” Omar reminded his mom of more tragically funny things that happened that Halloween night.