Deadpool's voice brimmed with surprise. He pressed his legs together, covered his red-masked face with both hands, and leaned against Sean's shoulder in a bashful pose, looking as though he desperately wanted to pounce on him and kiss him like a long-lost brother.
"Could you not call me that? It sounds weird." Sean's face twitched slightly as he offered his sincere objection.
It seemed that Sean was not the only name on this mercenary's list. Tony Stark was sitting firmly at the top.
"Of course, buddy. You're the five-million-dollar number two. Other than the seven-million-dollar number one, Tony Stark, everything goes your way."
Deadpool generously nodded in agreement, then somehow pulled out a calculator. His fingers flew across the keys with a rapid clattering as he calculated how to spend that enormous five-million-dollar bounty.
"If this had been before, I definitely would've toured every red-light district in Brooklyn. But now that I have a girlfriend, Deadpool has said goodbye to those wonderful old days... Hmm, first I'll buy a luxury car, then invest in making a movie in Hollywood. Buddy, what do you think about me making a Superheroes movie? It'll definitely be a box-office smash! I'll star in it myself and change into a cool uniform first. Otherwise, people always mistake me for that little spider. How about green? No, too ugly! What kind of superhero wears green? Red is better. That way, the bad guys won't be able to tell when I'm bleeding."
"I could also rent an apartment in central Manhattan. Hmm, the greatest mercenary in the universe! With a sign like that, business would definitely boom! Deadpool accepts all kinds of jobs. As long as you pay, even if you want me to offer up my perky ass, it's not impossible."
Deadpool slammed a fist into