|| Same height as Deathstroke!

softly.

"I've killed people for less."

Slade dropped from the bar after doing his set, his heavy body landing with a thump.

He reaches over for a towel, nonchalantly wiping himself off as he still treats this with the casualness of a home visit from a friend.

"You still didn't answer my question," he stretched his shoulder, sighing-

Slade is doing his usual morning pull up routine. Four sets, fifteen reps.

It's routine, he likes the order, the certainty of it. It's the soldier in him.

"You've been standing there for a while..." He uttered in between reps. "It's only polite to tell me why you're here uninvited."

Deathstroke & Timber Wolf Deadpool & Wolverine inspired

✨Deadpool & Wolverine, but Deathstroke & Timber Wolf✨

He's badly wounded after a job. While most would need to be in the intensive care unit, Slade Wilson merely peels the top part of his suit off and sleeps in a chair.

It's almost casual how he goes about it, a dreamless sleep will follow as his body works to heal itself.

"Peacetime breeds weakness. Your people just need a little 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 to become the warriors they need to be. I can do that."

Hire me if you want to get anything done.

That's my suggestion, free of charge.

I consider myself a realist.

And I don't work for free. None of your people ever came to me about my retainer fee. Was your own Wilson not enough?

They'll never see us any differently, their minds are already concluded so I don't bother.

There's no good or evil, there's just people doing things.

contained a portion of the contract fee.

Days later, pending that she made it home safely, she would receive an encrypted message:

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜.

-𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕

And attached was an address to a crypto wallet. One that-

I can relate. Folk like us just can't catch a break.

Tough love teaches the best lessons.

as it was in this business.He felt that either would be a victory for her. Either she found the resolve and will to fight, a skill crucial in all forms of combat, or she finally found the peace that so desperately eluded her.

Either way, it wasn't his problem now.

were in a vacuum.

Slade stood at the foot of a mountain. The limousine had taken quite a tumble off of it and all that remained was letting it be consumed by fire. He threw his tie and earpiece into it, watching them both go up in flames.

It was time to get going. Either Tessa lived or she died,-

Deacon tried to fight back, stumbling backwards as he prepared himself and uttered a silent prayer.

As the mass of flesh and ichor came closer, he knew it was an inevitability that it would consume him, and as it did, he let out one final punch.

"AGHH-"

And then silence followed, as if he-

in his head. As the Devil does love company.

victims.

"O heavenly father...give me strength. Fill me with resolve to face this evil one final time..."

He cracked his knuckles and raised his massive fists. He had expected a fight with the world's deadliest assassin. Not whatever entity he had brought in tow. It was fitting, Deacon thought-

He was just about to leave before he turned back again. Deacon could hardly believe his eyes at what he was seeing, or if the Venom had truly cost him his mind.

"What?"

He wiped the blood from his eyes, seeing it was all to real. He stepped back further, over the two bodies of Tessa's prior-

make sure you get out of the country intact," Slade looked beyond him, at the city in the distance. He wondered just what was left of her, "My word is my bond."

a fresh start."

"No such thing in this world," Slade replied.

"Deathstroke...I fear for my soul. That is why death scares me so much. Hell waits for me."

"If hell exists, it's gonna be a crowded place. Now call your people and get out of here. And remember to wire me the rest of my fee. I'll-

it all hitting him.

"My life is over. I'm a fugitive."

"No more speaking gigs or book tours for you."

"You think this is funny, that I'm some kind of crook."

"I believe you believe that."

"I wanted to help people. To make up for the terrible things I did during that war. I really wanted-

will be after me."

Slade shook his head. "We can still fake it. I'll drive the car off the mountain, make sure it's destroyed. The body of the driver will be unrecognizable for a time. They'll run a dental but by then, you'll be out here."

The former colonel rubbed his head, the reality of-

there."

"She is."

"What? Are you her mentor?"

"In a sense."

Dubravko merely sighed, hobbling over to close the distance with Slade.

"So what now? You were supposed to fake my death with that syringe! Now the whole world-

goes higher than any international court. Someone else wants you, something bigger. But that's just not my problem."

Dubravko rested against the car, his hand down to feel the spine of web jutting from his leg. "And that monster? She with you? She was *this* close to killing me right then and-

backdrop as they stopped on the rural mountain road.

"Plans change. I didn't know the U.N were tipped off to my presence, you didn't tell me much about who was after you."

Slade stepped out of the driver's seat.

"I think this-