He stands on a rooftop in New York City in the predawn hours, looking through his scope at his intended target as rain comes down pitter pattering off his helmet and armor when he hears the soft swoosh of someone landing behind him. He doesn’t move already knowing who it is. Get Lost
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3#1Deadpool
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Aura Corvus
23/07/2025
H.M. Scarlett
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23/07/2025