Tears stain the pillows of heart-broken teenage girls.

Barbeque sauce stains the shirts of Texan rib-lovers.

Blood stains the clothing of a merc named Deadpool.

It’s incredibly hard to get blood out of clothing once it dries. Wade’s been forced to scrap at least 7 of his suits because they began to smell of rot. The stench has become so familiar to him that it’s like coming home from a long voyage and nestling back into common territory.

Where Wade goes, blood will always follow.