Wade swings his legs over the ledge of the building. He has his mask halfway up, eating a taco. He is quite bored. Blind Al had kicked him out of their home for the night. Something about drugs. He doesn't know. He was just mad he couldn't grab his favorite Playboy Bunny magazine.

He takes a bite of the taco, grumbling incoherently. There's no crime today. Just a lone mercenary sitting on a rooftop with a taco. He lets out a long-suffering sigh.

"The world truly does hate me," he laments to the air before taking a dramatic bite of the taco.