Being dead was, at it's best, confusing. One minute, there, the next, nowhere at all ( Read more... )

Clint's up early, as usual. A leftover from all the way back to his carny days: Once the sun peeks over the horizon, he can't usually manage more than an hour's sleep ( Read more... )

Are there any poker players in the house?

I don't play for anything but cash money, and I've been playing against such notables as Wolverine, Benjamin J. Grimm and Simon Williams for years. I'm in the mood to part some overconfident sucker from his hard-earned (or in the case of Deadpool, hardly-earned) cash ( Read more... )

*carries Jen off to the small apartment he's been maintaining in New York. It's not much. Spartan would be the best description. A queen-size bed and a weight bench are the only peices of furniture. A tv rests on an impromptu stand made from milk crates. Two calendars, featuring hot girls leaning against shiny cars adorn the walls. Once ( Read more... )

Would a little friendly haunting, poltergeist-like activity be considered over the top for an April Fool's Day prank?

Because I've got this idea...

Luke Cage is an Avenger? Puh-leeeeze. This can NOT stand. Brace yourself, Tony. Incoming ghost.

Sometimes, I miss the circus life. I mean, being on the move, floating from town to town, not ever setting down roots, or forming real long-lasting attatchments ( Read more... )