"Dark. Too dark."
Wade sat down beside Taskmaster in a daze, digging hard at his scalp as if he wanted to scoop out his own brain.
Anthony took it rather well. He handed Wade a chocolate bar stamped with Wilson Enterprises' black-and-yellow W logo.
"You're too close to the situation to see clearly. Look on the bright side—at least your village traded for some intelligence, didn't it?"
Wade's mouth twitched. He picked up the mask from the table and put it back on. "That does make me feel better. It was indeed fair trade, but this intel still gives me a headache. A daughter... my daughter... Before I've even met her, I've already lost one toy as the price?"
Wade actually liked that village quite a bit. The people there treated him with far too much reverence. Everyone who saw him on the street would kneel and kowtow. That was the kind of pleasure only a god could experience.
But for his daughter, if his cousin had taken the village, then so be it. He was no longer young, and now he was a father. It was time to quit some of those games.
Sob, sob, sob. This forced withdrawal was just too dark.
"Actually, there's no use coming to me about your daughter. Did you forget? We were both in the Registration Faction back then. When Captain America and Iron Man had their civil war, you insisted on dragging me onto Iron Man's side. They said only the government would know our registration information, but for some reason, all the Registration Faction's files got exposed. The consequences have been endless."
Anthony spread his hands helplessly. Wade was not the only one with enemies. Anthony had plenty himself. Even now, he had no family or partner, because he could not