Wilson: “Glad you made it. I’m sure you heard the news already. Come on, he’s just about to start.” Deadpool walked me down the hall, A large door at the opposite end. Once there, he pushed it open, letting me through first before walking in himself. It was a large cathedral like room, dawned by stained glass windows and several symbols of just about every religion there was. But this wasn’t a religious mass. It was a wake. “Come on, we saved you a seat.” Deadpool led me down the pews towards the front, two spaces situated directly in front of the podium. He sat, and I sat after to his left. I looked around, finding characters of every genre sitting quietly. I recognized most, not all, but most.
Tony: “Glad you could make it kid.” Behind me sat Tony Stark, his brother the Crimson blade to his left, Natasha Romanoff to his left, and the rest of the Avengers onward. Mr. Stark rested a hand on my shoulder. A warm, yet sad sm