Tony Stark's Assassin

Spider Twenty Two

Rosia's POV
It was a cold, rainy day. I was in eighth grade. I was wearing a tight maroon dress that came down to mid thigh and had no sleeves what so ever, clear high heels, had a small leather bag with a pair of maroon jeans and a light grey long sleeve with a pair of converse and socks, and my hair was down. I secretly worked at a strip club. My parents didn't know that I had gotten fired from my other job. But I was aloud to be there, serve drinks. I wasn't aloud to and I didn't want to do the dirty work.

I was walking home. It was around three in the morning. I usually got home around four in the morning for my other job, so my parents didn't suspect anything when I came home around 3:30 or 4:30. Just as long as I come home before 5:00. So I usually grab some dinner/breakfast before going home.

Earlier my boyfriend dumped me. I found him making out with some chick, even started taking off their clothes. He told me since I wasn't "ready" to do the dirty, he didn't want me anymore. So I was in a crappy mood.

I was just walking around when a guy yelled at me.

"Yo princess! Whatcha doing here? You don't belong here!" I turned around and saw him. He had dark hair and was wearing a jacket.

"Get lost!" I yelled back.

"You don't get it, get off this property!"

I sighed and walked in the direction I was already going when I heard footsteps. I turned around and saw he was running towards me. I couldn't run in heels. I crabbed my pocket knife and held it behind me. He grabbed my arm and I dug my knife in his stomach right where the lungs meet. He collapsed and blood surrounded him.

"I was supposed to do that!" Someone whined.

I looked up to see a man in a red suit. I held up my knife. "Stay away from me!"

"Woah, hold on now! Someone reported him to me and I was gonna kill him, but you beat me to it!"

"Who are you?"

"Deadpool. You know, your really good. With that technique."

"Uh, thanks."

"Have you done this before? Kill someone?"

"Why should I tell you?" I said a bit rude.

"I've got 381 confirmed kills if it makes you feel better."

"Yeah, I've killed people before. What's it to you?"

"I'll help you. What are you doing? Probably going through a rough time."

"How do you figure that?"

"Cause your dressing like you want someone to fuck you senseless! And your what, 16?"

"15."

"Oh, 15. That makes it so much better, doesn't it?"

"What do you want mister Deadpool? I've gotta get to the diner and get some food and change and go home." I sighed, shivering in the cold.

"Come with me. I'll get you some food." I raised my eyebrow in suspicion. "Im not going to fuck you. I have a girlfriend. And I already have fun with her in bed." I laughed. "Cmon, that way you won't have another crazy after you." I walked over to him. "I would offer you a blanket or jacket but I don't have one."

"It's fine." I laughed again.

"Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend?"

"I had one."

"A girlfriend?" He asked in a surprised voice and looked at me.

"No, a boyfriend."

"Oh... what happened?"

"Uh, I caught him taking some chick's clothes off and he said "I don't want to be with you anymore" and I left."

"Why did he cheat on you?"

"Because I wasn't ready to.., loose my virginity."

"Woah, your still a virgin? Dressed like that?"

"Yeah. I got fired from my job and a lady that worked there said there's a shift at the strip club that is the exact same and they have other teenagers working there. They said they didn't make teens do the dirty if they didn't want to."

"So what do you do?"

"I serve drinks from behind the bar."

"And your parents don't know about this?"

"Nope. They still think I'm doing a fast food place. But they hate the place, so I'm covered."

"Why did you get fired?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Dunno."

We turned to the left, crosses the street, and down an alleyway. He opened the door and I stepped in from the rain, shivering as warm air hit my body. I followed Deadpool to the counter.

"Hey Wade. Who's this?"

"She killed Dawson."

"She did?"

"Yeah."

"Wow. You were supposed to do that."

"I know!"

"What's her name?"

They both looked at me. "Uh Rosia. Rosia Clay."

"Ah. Why are you dressed like a slut?"

"Cause I work at a strip club."

"But your only what, 14?"

"I'm 15."

"Oh yeah, and that makes it so much better."

I sighed.

"Get her some fries and a burger." Deadpool said.

"What kind of burger?"

"Whatever's cheapest."

"Honey, you don't have to pay for anything. It's on the house."

"Okay. Then can I get a bacon cheeseburger please? With pickles, mustard, ketchup and mayo?"

"On it. For you Wade?"

"A blowjob."

"Drink or...?"

"The drink man! Cmon!" I chuckled. "You see that board up there?" Deadpool asked.

"The one that has your name on it?"

"I got my super name from the board. But the names are the people who need killed, hence Deadpool."

"Huh."

"Do you wanna join?"

"Do I get paid?"

"You can if you want to. But we normally pay with weapons."

"Sure, what the hell."