"Oh, shit! Why do I feel like she's insulting me?"
This was too absurd. Deadpool clutched his head and started questioning his life.
Pepper Potts shot him an annoyed glance, shifted her body to put a little distance between them, and asked.
"Deadpool, where did Constantine go? Why didn't he come?"
After all, those three were always together. This time Tony was going to show off on the track; there was no reason Constantine would not come.
"That guy was going to come at first, but then he suddenly got an exorcism commission and is on his way there now."
Deadpool raised a hand and calmly took a bottle of Coke from an audience member on his right, then took a big swig under the other person's utterly bewildered stare.
"Huh? That guy can still get commissions? I always thought every day he was either picking up girls or on the way to pick up girls!"
Happy, sitting behind them, was deeply puzzled. From what he knew of Constantine, the guy had never properly run his agency at all. Since opening shop, the number of jobs he had received was zero.
"Seems it was a commission from S.H.I.E.L.D., asking him to head to some small town in Washington State. Apparently, a supernatural incident happened there, and he's going to investigate a missing writer.
I don't know the specifics too well, but Constantine was clearly somewhat interested in it!"
"Then do you know the missing writer's name?" Pepper Potts asked, a little curious.
After thinking for a moment, Deadpool gave a name.
"Alan Wake, a bestselling thriller novelist."
"A thriller novelist?"
Pepper Potts was about to ask more when the crowd around them suddenly erupted into a massive roar.
Tony Stark could be seen holding his helmet, dressed in a handsome