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(616) Canon divergent Taskmaster. WIP.

[failed-mad-scientist]

Taskmaster Vs. The Avengers

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[psylccke]

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her normal tendency was to fight.  she was a woman of action above and beyond using her mutations or anything else.  it was easier to use her telepathy or telekinesis but there was something more gratifying with using her own fists and her sword compared to them.  however, she had heard about taskmaster from others - even if she had never encountered him herself directly.  whatever she could go, he could do.  at least in terms of the fighting and that was both an enticing challenge and a frustration she wasn’t certain she wanted to undertake.

so it led to her leaning against a wall, mulling her options while knowing full well he was just around the corner ( and he likely had a hunch that she was there too ).   

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Even the lowest of goons eventually developed a special sense- that uncanny ability for a hunch to duck which comes at the perfect time to dodge an arrow or the gut feeling that says leads through the door without the traps.The Taskmaster himself would admit that he had developed this sense relatively quickly, quicker than most. Some would think that to be bragging, and with normally it would be but in this case? He had been almost a natural. His gut was as sharp as a grizzled detective's, and his senses were as quick as any quarterback on Sunday night. 

This was why he glanced over his shoulder as he passed by the corner, his eyes widening as he spotted her. Finally. Something to make this job interesting. 

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merclife:

    Sure, he can say he’s glad Remy’s gone, but when Tasky agree’s, Wade has to fight down the urge to clock him. Which he does, instead just taking another chug of his beer. It’s fine. He’s okay. This is fine and friggin’ fucking dandy.

   “Yeah, I did. Then I started havin’ doubts and who’s the one who told me lock that down? Oh yeah, that was you.” Wade scoffs. He doesn’t mean to sound bitter, but he is. He’s bitter. He’s angry. Maybe at Remy, but mostly at himself. At Tasky though? Nah. He’s not mad at him. “Yeah, it sure does. Like when it put me with cancer. Put me with Weapon X. Right in the garbage can, that’s my place. Need to stop tryin’ to get out of it and just accept my friggin’ role.”

“That’s fair.” Tony shrugged that small jab at him off, he was the one who told him to do that. Gotta sleep in the bed you make, right? 

Leaning back into the couch, he let a long, drawn-out sigh escape from him. If there was only one thing that could drove him mad, it would be the dreaded ‘Woe is me’ speech. He had heard it from years worth of washouts of his schools- Well, washouts that could still walk on their own power that is. He almost never tolerated it then, but times had changed....And so did he “Wilson. Cut that crap out. Yer betta’ than that. You are Wade mother fuckin’ Wilson. Deadpool. The Merc with a mouth. You’ve beaten yer share o’ heroes an’ villains. Killed small armies, fought off aliens, an’ all that good shit. I know you think that’s what makes you who you are, but, pal...That’s not all that defines you. The Wade Wilson that I’ve gotten to know in these past few years is someone I’m glad to call my friend. Someone I’m glad to know is the father o’ my stepchild. Hell, I’m workin’ on sayin’ I’m proud that we’ve slept with the same woman...What I’m tryin’ to say here is that you don’t need someone to make you who you are. It shouldn’t be what you base who you are on.”

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merclife:

    “What are you, a chick?”  Wade snorts, plopping on the other end of the couch, tilting his mask up to drink his beer. “Besides, just woke up twenty minutes ago. Calling you wasn’t the first thing on my mind. Sounds totally crazy, I know. You know how obsessed I am with you.”

    Wade sighs, taking another deep chug of his beer. “…  Nothin’ to talk about. Made his choice. I don’t regret it. I got things I gotta take care of and if he ain’t on board with that, better off gone doing his own thing. N’ I’m better off focused. Do you know how hard it is to do shit when all he wants t’do is spanky?” Wade scoffs. “…. Can’t believe I blew 20 mil on a fuckin’ cat for that prick. Next time I think of pullin’ that shit, you punch me in the dick, got it? Let my dick do too much of my friggin’ thinking.”

“Oh yea’, It explains why one o’ us is always on the other’s couch, right?” Tasky laughs, finally looking in Wade’s direction. 

A smile snuck it’s way on his lips, not that it was appropriate in this particular situation...But he couldn’t help himself, he was enjoying the simple fact that actually had someone to talk to for once. “Yer not the first man to let his cock do the thinkin’ for’im, won’t be the last either.” He raised his beer to Wade. “Hell, if I only I had the cash I tossed down that drain.” He flashed a cocky smirk as he gives a nod and returns to his beer. “Good riddance, if ya ask me. I’d say the same thing if I was in yer boat. Sure, you thought he was the one-but I said the same o’ Wanda, an’ look at me now? Life has a funny way o’ puttin’ you where you need to be.”

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merclife:

“….” Wade isn’t sure if he wants to talk about this. It hasn’t even been a day. Part of him is still expecting that Remy’s sleeping on his bed and will be woken up by the sound of a guest, put something sexy on and claim his territory on Wade. He’s half expecting his phone to go off. He’s half expecting Remy to come through the door behind Tasky.

“His. You want a beer?” Wade doesn’t wait for an answer. He heads to the kitchen, opening up the too-clean-for-his-taste fridge and grabbing two of them, coming back to the living room and handing one to Taskmaster. “Walked out last night. I think. Passed out - might’ve gone out the window. No cat-picture that tells me he’ll be back so, figure it’s done.”

“Sure, I could go for a beer. O’ two.” Tasky’s hand immediately goes for the small face guard of his mask, removing it and sliding it safely into his hoodie’s kangaroo pocket as Wade returns. “Shit, dude.” He mutters softly as he takes the offered beer from Wade. He stares at the beer for a few brief moment, contemplating his next move in what felt like a minefield. Does he become his wife and keep pressing Wade on it, or should he just ignore it and push forward? Ah, fuck it. He would just wing it and see where nature leads them. “You should have called me, man. Y’know I’d been here earlier. Hell, I’d even brought the gasoline.” Tasky finally looks up from the bottle, taking a sip of it. “Wanna talk ‘bout it? I got the time to play psychiatrist ” 

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merclife:

    “Remy split. We’re done.” Wade spits that out faster than he means to- faster than he can come up with a lie to fabricate. “Great pep talk you gave that night but. You know. Same shit, different fling.” 

     Hold onto this one, Wade. He loves you. God damn. He doesn’t need to think about that speech Tasky gave him about love and Remy being ‘the one’. “You know me, dude… not much of a sentimentalist.” A lie, but, he could use some lies right now. A lot of them.

Tasky was a little shocked when Wade announced the end of Remy and him...”Yea-Yea’, Brother...I know what you mean.” 

Ignoring the piles of possession lying in the living room, Tasky quickly made his way to Wade’s couch, flopping down in what he deemed was the cleanest part of it. “So who’s decision was it? Yers o’ his?”

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merclife:

   Taskmaster. Yeah, sure. He could use a distraction right about now. “Are you seriously already here and calling me?” Wade asked, but he walks over to his door anyway, trying to shake the mental image of Remy walking out of it as he opens it. Sure enough.

   He hangs up the phone. “Sup? Oh. Don’t mind the fire in the middle of the living room. Just burning some baggage. Only I can prevent forest fires.”

The mention of a fire caused Tasky to raise a brow...He couldn’t be serious...Couldn’t he? He couldn’t help himself but to peak past Wade and- Yep. There was a small fire burning in the living room. “Um...Do I want to know why? Or am I better off just ignorin’ it?”

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One is the Loneliest Number 

   Wade would never hear Remy’s final testament of love, and maybe it’s better off that way. That way Wade wouldn’t be angry for being claimed to be loved when he was walked out on at his most open and weakest point. That way it wouldn’t kill him watching the back of a trench coat for the last time. That way he wouldn’t throw the ring he nearly died for at his stupid Cajun face. Of course he was right. Remy’d never understand - no one would. Not unless they were cursed as him and a parent to boot.

   But he wakes alone, the sun shining bright as he removes his arm from his face from another dreamless sleep. “Remy?” He calls out, coming to a stand and looking around the house. His heart grows heavier and with more despair the more he continues to search the house to find nothing.. not so much as a cat doodle anywhere. Some of Remy’s belongings were still behind, but Wade has a sinking feeling he wouldn’t be returning for them. Fine. Cool with him. This ship had too many holes in it for it to float. Their demons didn’t play together. No one’s demon’s played with Wade’s.

   So the merc got up, started collecting what of Remy’s that was left behind. He doesn’t wanna look at it. He doesn’t want to feel it. He doesn’t want to remember. So right in the middle of the living room, he touches everything. Wade’s better off working alone. There’s no time to grieve this thing that was, what, five months old? A fling. Nothing serious. He’s taken shits longer than that. 

   Love. Pah.

   He’s in the process of removing the alien ring from his finger, curling it in his fist before chucking it across his hallway when his phone goes off. He doesn’t bother looking at the caller ID before he flips it open. 

   “Yeah. Deadpool here. Tell me whatever it is, it’s good news.”

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“Well, I don’t know if I’d call it good news-” It wouldn’t take much to recognize the crude voice on the other side of the line...How many other Bronx villains does a guy know? “-but what do I know? Now open the door. I got Chinese...An’ a job for ya.”

[league-of-extraordinarycomics]

Venom vs Taskmaster by Arthur Adams

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touchthief:

    Rogue curled her first, and aimed it right for that stupid tacky mask of his. No one calls her sweet cheeks and toots.

The Taskmaster didn’t need his gift to predict her next’s move, he had seen that sloppy punch from a mile away. Quickly drawing his massive blade and bringing it to meet her fist before it removed the thing he called a face. “Too slow, sug’a.”

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touchthief:

“Call me ‘toots’ ‘gain and you’ll be spittin’ out the teeth from down ya throat, mist’a— Taskmaster.”

“Well, colored me impressed, Rouge. You’ve really done yer homework...Too bad it won’t much o’ a help to ya, sweet cheeks.”

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touchthief:

    “Nuh-huh. Must not be a big-timer, huh?”

“Whatever keeps me under the radar, toots. Call it bein’ small-time if you’d like, me? I’ll call it smart.” 

[thelostapprentice]

taskofalltrades:

thelostapprentice answered your ask “ we can always go to the pumpkin patch instead. ❞”

“…Fine, but we ain’t buyin’ an’ entire carful of pumpkins….again.”

“…What about just a truck bed?”

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“Sure. a matchbox truck.”

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touchthief:

    “– We met before, ain’t we? What’s y’ name?”

“Umm....Ever heard o’ Spymaster?”

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thelostapprentice answered your ask “ we can always go to the pumpkin patch instead. ❞”

“...Fine, but we ain’t buyin’ an’ entire carful of pumpkins....again.”

[touchthief]

@taskofalltrades

     “… That’s a hell’o’va get up there, sug. Don’t mind me sayin’ but… that ain’t yah color.” Or anyone’s.

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“Um....Thanks? I think?”