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In a world filled with power-hungry Supes, Black Noir stood as a silent sentinel, the embodiment of mystery and reserve.
His towering presence and impenetrable disposition made him the most inscrutable member of The Seven.
Deadpool was the exception, the only Supe he entrusted with his unwavering loyalty. The connection between Deadpool and Black Noir was bound by unspoken understanding and shared purpose. Words were never exchanged between the two, but it was here that Deadpool held the firmest foundation.
The male named Deadpool looked up, he was slightly shorter than Black Noir but not really.
He always wanted to become a supe, he always looked up to black noir though, he also had a mask that came with his suit. It was a black and red body suit, a number of pockets containing multiple types of guns, grenades, sai, and knives. The suit also has two holsters on his back to house his katanas. Deadpool also wore a teleporter on his wrist.
His mask's eyes had a cool feature where it always tracked if his eyes would either close, open, look surprised, and more. The most favorite part he loves about his suit was that the belt has a buckle with the "Deadpool Symbol" on it. Deadpool's powers were super strength, healing, and fast movement.
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While they were both walking to a meeting, Deadpool decided to speak up.
"So, Uh how was your mission?," Deadpool asked, since homelander had assigned a mission to all of the seven earlier in the day.
Black Noir, still as stoic and silent as ever, turned his gaze towards Deadpool. His expression betrayed no hint of emotion or thought, simply staring intently, his eyes hidden behind the impenetrable blackness of his mask.
After a moment of silence that seemed to stretch for an eternity, Black Noir gave a slight, almost imperceptible shrug. It was the only indication that he had heard the question or acknowledged Deadpool's presence.
Despite the lack of verbal response, there was an uncanny sense of understanding between the two.
Deadpool nodded, his mask's white eyes squinting at black noir. To the seven, it was like Deadpool was an exact copy of black noir, but Deadpool had more energy like a little brother. "Right.." He muttered, they were now standing in front of the meeting room's door, black noir was the first to open it walking in but keeping the door open for Deadpool.
As they entered the room, the eyes of the other members of The Seven fell upon them. Homelander, the self-appointed leader, gave a smirk, his intense gaze lingering on Black Noir and Deadpool.
"Right on time, as always," Homelander remarked, his tone tinged with slight condescension. "Glad you two could finally show up."
Once black noir made sure Deadpool was inside the room he closed the door, walking to his seat as Deadpool followed him like a lost puppy to his chair since they sat beside each other.
