It' been a day since the red room mission and things have seemed to work themselves out. Natasha promised she won't tell a soul about me living in New York and in exchange we gave her a new identity and about 500 dollars in cash. But Natasha knowing where I lived wasn't the thing eating at me in fact the thing eating a me the most rhymed with Sinter Snow lion. Can you guess who it is? If you said Snow white, you are sadly mistaken. It is the Winter Solider. After my fight with him which left my bat in a million pieces bat {Note to self-get a new Bat} and him unconious. I hope he got out of there okay, I hate to admit it but with my very few run in's with him, I have started to become curious about him. Hopeful my curiosity doesn't get the better of me... again. I decide as a hobby I would find and keep tabs on him, than again Deadpool has told me he is basically a ghost story.

My room was stuffy as all different thoughts run though my head, I opened my bedroom window when suddenly a black and white can made it's way into my room and run into the kitchen. I heard my father let off a really manly...cough, cough....girly scream. I went out into the kitchen to see my father standing on the table trying to get the cat away.

"Why does the internet love you so much you look like a rip of a gremlin." Said Deadpool as he got a frying pan and used it as a shelid.

I looked into the cat's green eyes and it looked into mine with confusion. I simply shrugged.

"Can I get it?"

"Along as it lives in your room and doesn't go into mine." Said deadpool as he run into his room.

"Okay boy, your going to need a name."

"How about James no, what about explosion no." The cat didn't responded to any of the names I had given it

"What about Bullet?"

The cat turns it's head at me and jumped into my arms.

"Bullet it is."

Bullet jumped out of my hands and ran into my room as my father came out.

"Is the gremlin gone?"

"His name is Bullet and yes he is in my room." I answered

"Good anyway, do you know what today is?" asked my father really excitedly

"31st of October."

"And..." My father said which only made a blank expression come over my face

"And what?"

"Stiles, it's Halloween." said Wade

"I got you a custom," he said showing me

"I am not wearing that."

"Oh yes you are if bullet stays here." Said my father

"Fine." I grumbled as I took the costume and put it on

I can't believe this year I knew my hair was getting long because I haven't had a hair cut in a while but this was just weird for wade.

He dressed me up as the winter soldier.

"Omg you look like an adorable killing machine." He said fangirling as I rolled my eyes at him

"Okay I am going to take this off now."

"Out no your not we are going trick or treating." He said dragging me out of the house