Not a Hero but a Merc (Deadpool Male Reader X BNHA Vol. 1) [Completed]

Chapter 1: Red and Glorious! It's ME!

Third Person's POV

Quirks are inherited genetically and typically manifest in children by the age of four, at the latest. Children will either manifest one of their parent's Quirks or if the two are compatible, a new composite Quirk formed by the fusion of the two. This composite Quirk may sometimes give the appearance of the person having two separate Quirks. As Quirks are said to be the next stage of evolution in the human race, it is possible to diagnose a person as lacking a Quirk by analyzing the presence or absence of an extra joint in their pinky toe. People with only one joint will develop a Quirk while having two joints indicates that the person will not develop a quirk. With this phenomenon, people began to use it for either doing good or bad. That's how the profession of heroes was born!

Heroes, always depicted by the history as the savior of mankind, the one that shows peace and safety towards others and they will be the one to save the days! But what's drove the need to be the hero? Is it because of fame and glory to be known as the greatest hero that ever exist? Or is it because of wealth and prizes? Or is it because of their smile and gratitude that been given by people they've saved?

But what if...A certain boy decide to show a different KIND of justice?

Heeeeyyyy Yeah!

I wanna shoop, baby!

(Y/N)'s POV

Atop of a highway railing, sat one of most BEAUTIFUL man ever been born (That's me) equipped with his two trusty katana on his back (Also me). He wears a red hoodie and a pair of black tracksuits and a white Converse (Still me). The boy hides his face with a handkerchief with skull motif accompanied by a goggles (Should I kept going with this?).

Currently, I was drawing a picture of me slicing the head of his target while listening through my Ipod. I then noticed the readers, showing my (E/C) towards the readers.

"OH! Hello there." I greeted. "I KNOW right!? Whose balls did I have to fondle to get my VERY OWN story?" I sarcastically asked. "Well, I can't tell ya who, but it does rhyme with LunapicChail."

"You might be asking, am I the same Deadpool as Wade Wilson in his universe? Absolutely not! First of all, my name is (Y/N)(L/N). I lived with my beautiful young mother and a woman which I doubt to be my sister as she tries to make me her lover. My face didn't look like avocado have sex with older avocado but without loves! I'm in fact a normal human being having a normal life..."

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I then laughed as loud as I can while hitting the railing. Ouch...that's hurts.

There's nothing normal about your life, (Y/N). A voice comes out of nowhere.

We are all crazy motherfucker! Another voice comes out of nowhere.

This is my personal voices in my head, Wade and Morgan. I decided to name my crazy side which in italic as a tribute to the original Wade Wilson. While the bold one is tribute the immortal MORGAN FREEMAN!

"HAHAHA! That's so funny. Normal is what my friend would say. But I'm more than normal. I'm-"

He was interrupted by the sound of car coming towards his from below.

"Gotta go! Need to kill some bad guys who kidnaps loli!" I stood up and took a deep breathes and said, "Maximum efforts!"

Meanwhile

Captain Dick's POV

"HAHAHAHA! Good thing I manage to hire some of the best mercenary in the world to do this job for me!" This voice came from a very obese man. He have pig face, much groomed hair, and was wearing am expensive white suit with a scarf. He was holding a glass of red wine. This is man is a wanted criminal named Alfonse 'Pig Face' de le Brand. His a major criminal in smuggling world ranging from firearms to drugs. He also funds the League of Villians in order to keep the heroes out of his hair. Currently, his in a black limousine accompanied by four heavy duty engines surrounding the cars.