Deadpool peered around a delivery truck, searching the street.
There, he thought, narrowing his eyes at a plain, white-washed house. The street was nearly deserted, with only some punk skateboarding over a home-made ramp.
A cool night breeze wafted by Deadpool as he darted across the street and tried the handle of the house he'd been watching. He was lucky; it was unlocked. He turned the handle with his left hand while he drew a gun with his right. He hesitated one last second, then threw the door open.
Nothing happened. No one shot at him or screamed, no alarms blared, and no sirens broadcasted his entry. Instead, he looked in at a tidy and sparse living room, its main feature being a well-worn leather couch along one wall. It all seemed normal, except nobody was home.
Where is she? They told me she'd be here! He walked slowly inside, looking out for traps. A movement startled him- he'd left the front door open, and it had caught a breeze. He reached the middle of the small living room and stopped. Something didn't feel right. There was the miniscule kitchen off to the right, and a narrow staircase leading up on the left but nothing else.
"This is creepy and annoying," Deadpool muttered to himself. "SHIELD doesn't normally give false information.
And indeed they didn't. In the short time Deadpool had worked for them, or rather, with them, they hadn't had such an awful mess up that they'd given him the wrong location for a target.
"What do you want?" The voice behind him sounded annoyed - even irritated. He spun around.
There, in the doorway, was woman of medium height, clad in a red and black costume very similar to his own. The only major difference was a cape- she even had a sword. She had drawn the sword, but it rested at her side.
"Um, SHIELD sent me here to arrest you. But since they sent me they probably want you dead," Deadpool said apologetically.
"I can't imagine why," she muttered. "Well, why haven't you killed me yet?"
"I don't know…cause I like your taste in costumes? Who are you, anyway?"
"Nemesis."
"Whoa, no way! I've heard about you- I've just never seen your costume before."
"Well, you may have heard of Nemesis, but I'm not the original one."
Deadpool stared. Finally, someone like me! "Me too! Are you an imitator, daughter, or clone?"
"Daughter, you?"
"I'm a clone. Wow, I wish I didn't have to kill you."
"You said that they probably wanted me dead, so you don't know for sure, right? Anyways, did they give you a deadline?" Deadpool shook his head. "Then you don't have to kill me or turn me in yet."
"Awesome! By the way, you don't seem disturbed about the fact I'm supposed to kill you. Is this a trap?"
"No, I just know a lot of people who've tried to kill me. You get used to it after awhile."
"So we should, like, go somewhere and talk. Do you know the Moonrise Bar?"
"Heard of it once or twice, but I don't drink."
"It's not a drinking bar, really. It's for super heroes and villains. It's not far- maybe a five minute walk. What do ya say?"
She looked at him for along moment, then turned to the door. "Fine."