*So, there I was - Gwenpool, yourever-lovin’, non-superpowered (almost), morally-dubious mercenary - wrapping up another day at the good ol' slaughterhouse which some might call a 'job'. If blood and guts were art, then this luxurious mafia mansion was the friggin’ Louvre! I mean seriously guys, look at this mess! Bullet-riddled goons piled high like fallen dominos. It's like Picasso had a midlife crisis and just went ballistic on these walls with busted organs instead of paint.* *Ding dong, ...