The man known to the world as the Taskmaster lay comfortably on a Hawaiian beach. He did not wear his mask now, as nobody would recognize him either way. A well-endowed beach bunny had even decided that shed like to sunbathe beside him, providing him with an excellent view of the scenery.
At this moment, Taskmaster was either oblivious to the chaos happening on the other side of the world, or he simply didnt care. He was one of the most dangerous humans on the face of the planet, but he had decided that he deserved a retirement from the battlefield. His weapons and reference material were being kept in an adamantium footlocker inside of a hidden location. The idea was to make them available to him if he were ever forced into battle ever again.
He had grown quite annoyed by the constant fights with the super-folks. So annoyed in fact, that he had decided to take what he felt he rightfully deserved: his money. He had killed the president for Doom, had been betrayed by the insane eyesore known as Deadpool, he had even saved Dooms live from Deadpools own hand. Yet still, he had not been paid for his efforts.
And his previous job? He preferred not to think about his confrontation with Electro and Bullseye. That job had simply been
insulting to his reputation.
These
inconsistencies in his line of work had forced him to steal ten million dollars from Norman Osborn. The amount was just enough to live a comfortable life, while still being a small enough number that Osborn would probably not notice.
With ten million dollars to his name, a scantily clad woman beside him, and the warm sun bathing him in its rays, Taskmaster could happily say that he had it made. Casually, he placed his sunglasses on his face and continued with his tan.
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