Wade Wilson hid in the shadows, garbed in the costume that dubbed him Deadpool, red and black with a set of katanas and an arsenal of guns strapped to his body, craftily hidden from view. Carefully, he watched as the heroes- those so called "Avengers" as the public had named them- were huddled around a table, not doing anything very…. heroic, if that was the correct term to use. In fact, it looked as if they were planning some sort of extravaganza instead of plotting to kill evil villains. At this thought he chuckled to himself- Wade Wilson- or Deadpool, as he was usually called- was considered something of a double agent: good, yet bad. Yin and Yang. And he liked it that way. That way, no one knew his true motives, no one knew what he was ever up to because they never knew which side he was ever truly on.
Watching them, he noticed the big one- Thor, I think, he thought- pick up his head look around. Wade Wilson drew himself closer to the wall, deeper into the shadows. He didn't want them to know he was there. Immediately, he clapped a hand over his mouth, trying his best not to blurt out some random statement like he always did. even if he was a deadly mercenary, trained by Nick Fury himself, which was not a fact known by these wannabe superheroes, he often gave himself away by talking too much.
He heard Thor's voices travel through the air, "I feel as if we are being watched." He froze- does he know I'm here?
"You must be mistaken," he heard Tony say nonchalantly, "Jarvis has the tower set up so no one ca get in. Period. We're safe." Again, Wade let a small chuck slip through- Tony didn't know how badly he had damaged the security system. The lasers had been cut off the wires and he overrode the security breach by pressing a bunch of buttons, meanwhile having no idea hat those buttons actually did. Once he chuckled though, he knew it was a mistake. Tony got up from his chair, the legs scraping the floor as he push fit back, "Actually, Thor, you might be right…" Since he had decided to push himself deeper into the darkness of the shadows, he didn't noticed that Tony had went to the closet and grabbed a baseball bat and approached his hiding spot. Before Tony swung the bat down, Wade already had a katana ready, poised for action.
"Is anyone there?" Tony said cautiously, waving the bat experimentally. Wade flinched as he heard it smack the wall a few inches above his head. Shaking, unable to hold it in any longer, he blurted out:
"Yeah! Your mom!" With a flick of his wrist, he sliced the baseball bat, rendering it useless as he jumped out of the shadows, backflipping over Tony's head, landing on both feet in a defensive crouch. He heard a woman's cry of alarm as the others then scrambled to arm themselves, although it was obviously too late. In a blur of red and black, Wade already disarmed Captain America, pinning him to the wall with a net, along with Bruce Banner, better known as Hulk.
A loud yell of frustration signified someone was attacking- or two people. It was hard for him to tell, since so much was going on in such a small amount of time. Just to be safe, he jumped, hearing the satisfying sound of two people crashing into each other.
"Hey Stark!" he heard Captain America yell as he squirmed under the net, eyeing Banner warily as he growled.
"Claustrophobic, are we?" Deadpool teased, pulling out another katana, "I guess I can fix that, ha ha!" In a flash of silver, he sliced away the net, calming Bruce down- for now. He really didn't like being snuck up on. Before Captain America and Banner could see anything more, he darted away, nimbly avoided a shrunken the Black Widow had thrown at his feet to try and catch him off guard. At the same time, he spun his katanas in his hands, blocking blows from Thor's magical hammer.
"I heard your hammer was magical- I guess the rumors were false!" laughed Deadpool from some part of the room. Thor whipped his head around, swinging his hammer, a strong wind picking up.
"Show yourself, coward!" Thor shouted, even thigh the only people he could see were his teammates.
"Me? A coward?" teased a voice, "you must be confusing me with the guy who hides behind a mask of metal!" Spinning around, Thor raised his hammer, ready to strike, only to find no one there- Wade had indeed been behind him, but jumped up to hide on the ceiling before he was hit (if you could really call it hiding. He was just hanging there, waiting for one of them to notice him. After all, they already heard him, so it wouldn't be long until they actually found him.)
"Where are you?!" Thor yelled, not noticing when his teammates noticed something on the ceiling, looking up.
"Maybe it's time to, oh, I don't know," Wade said, "go with the flow? Give in to peer pressure?" Thor finally noticed his friend staring at the ceiling, although ti was a bit too late- Deadpool had already disarmed him, holding two katanas against his neck to for the letter x.
"Unhand me!" Thor demanded, raising a hammer. Before he could strike, Deadpool sacked his hand with the back of the blade, knocking the hammer forcefully from Thor's grasp. It clanked loud as it bounced a few feet away, finally landing on Tony's foot. He screeched, pain inching it's way through his nerves.
"Yowza!" he cried, trying to pick up the hammer, but it was useless: only one worthy of Odin could lift the hammer, and Tony was far from receiving Odin's blessing, considering he didn't even know the guy. Thor went to reach for it, but he suddenly cried out with pain as Deadpool slashed his arm, preventing him from successfully getting a hold of it.
"Ah ah ah!" he teased as he felt something whiz by his head- a bullet. Using one katana, he removed it from Thor's neck to spin it in his fingers like a staff, deflecting the gunshots from Black Widow as Cap shielded himself and Banner from getting injured by using his shield- the one made of adamantium, like Wolverine's claws, Deadpool thought as he eyes it lustily.
Throwing the gun away once it was out of bullets, Widow ran up to surprise him, pulling another from somewhere in her secret arsenal she carried at all times. To her dismay, before she could even pull it out, she found herself face to face with the inside of the barrel of a gun, courtesy of Wade as he kept his eye not eh shield, all while holding off Thor and herself. Tony was still trying to yank the hammer off his foot to no avail.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with guns?" Deadpool laughed somewhat manically as he suddenly pointed the thing at the ceiling, getting off Thor. Grateful that he was able to move, Thor was reunited with his hammer, much to Tony's delight, although he figured it was now a bad idea to go barefoot in his own home- his foot was red and slightly swollen from the pressure of the hammer itself, magical or not.
"Well, unfortunately for you, I never had a mother around to tell me what was right and wrong," Black Widow retorted. She squinted her eyes at him menacingly, somewhat confused- who was this guy?
"That's okay," Deadpool said, probably grinning if he didn't wear a mask, "I like 'em feisty!" She recoiled in disgust, "You are so immature! And at a time like this?!" Deadpool cackled as he nimbly avoided getting smashed by one of the Hulk's fists.
Tony watched as the man pranced around, swinging katana expertly, his aim with a gun almost envious, the way he avoided danger in the nick of time always surprising his enemies. He looked somewhat familiar too, although the costume had changed, along with his choice of weapons….
"Spider-Man?" Tony asked cautiously. Deadpool stopped dead in his tracks, still deflecting bullets from Hawkeye's gun (he had run out of arrows). The bullets dug into the wall, creating a constellation of stars in an artificial sky.
"Um, hello! Earth to Stark!" Deadpool shouted, "why would you confuse me with that web-slinging wannabe? I'm way cooler!" Tony was taken aback- if it wasn't Spider-Man, who then? And how had he known his name?
"H-how do you know my name?!" Tony exclaimed.
"Because," Deadpool said as if it were a valid reason, slicing Widow's gun in half, making it useless. The pieces clattered to the floor.
"Tony, we really should call for help!" Cap called. He was standing by the door, hand ready to press a button on the wall- the one he used to call on Fury. Of course, Fury was probably busy training some new slew of agents, too busy to help them with their meddlesome situation. Cap was about to press the button when there was a loud thunk, a sword wobbling as it met its target.
"Holy shit! You could have killed me!" Cap yelled at Deadpool, who laughed as he yanked his sword out of the panel of buttons, the buttons themselves now completely destroyed. Electricity sparked where the wires had been damaged.
"But you're already dead!" Deadpool pointed out, "and besides, I don't think Fury wants to be annoyed by a team he had assembled last year with me, hmmm?"
"There's no way-"
"Face it," Deadpool said, slipping his katanas into their sheaths, "this fight is done. Thanks for the training session!" Before he had a chance to take no more then a step, his body jerked at an awkward angle, a loud crack sounding as he crash to the floor at Cap's feet.
"Ow…." Deadpool moaned, receiving cringes from Cap, Hawkeye and Hulk. Thor had lost interest and was tending to his hammer, making sure there were no scratches on it, while Hawkeye was trying to put Widow's gun back together. But Widow? She had a wide stance as she panted, having thrown three lances at Deadpool, all of them meeting their target perfectly. He writhed in pain, already feeling the healing factor of his genetics kick in, although it was always a bit slow to start out, gradually getting faster as the item was removed.
"I think that was overkill, no?" Bruce asked as he transformed back into his old self, clothes ripped. Widow shook her head- nothing she did was ever overkill, always the right amount.
"Whoever he is, he was pretty annoying," Tony commented.
"Like you?" a voice said suddenly, making everyone jump as Wade Wilson stood, stretching his back, despite the fact that he had three lances biting into his flesh.
"That isn't possible…" Thor muttered, watching in amazement as Deadpool tested his arms, winging his katana as he did before.
"Nothing is impossible, my friend," Wade chuckled, "I mean, you're a god, aren't you?"
"But she stabbed you with three lances!" Banner shouted, "you should be dead- that crack, it must have severed your spine!"
"What? I don't have three lances in my back-" he began, then urned to look- he did in fact, have three lances in his back, all very deep, the last one almost all the way in the base of his spine- Tony shouted as he finally noticed the arrowed tip poking out from his diaphragm, "Oh, it looks like I do. Well, that's gonna leave a mark, isn't it? Oh wait- it's not! Ha ha ha!" Much to everyone's chagrin, he pulled them out one by one, a horrible squishing and sucking ensuing as he let them clatter to the floor, painted a fresh red color- Blood, Widow thought feeling instantly ready to hurl.
"What do you mean it's not?" Widow asked warily.
"I have a healing factor!" Deapool exclaimed with a laugh, "like Wolverine, although mine is way cooler then his. Wolverine is probably all, 'I wish I had Deadpool's healing factor bub!' Ha! Ha!"
"Deadpoo- oh, shit…." Tony realized, "Deadpool…..Deadpool… why does that name ring a bell?"
"Because I'm totally awesome!" Deadpool shouted as he shuffled backwards, towards the window. Sunlight pooled on the floor as it shone through the glass, Deadpool going to open the window.
"What are you doing?" Tony asked cautiously as Deadpool tugged it open, needing on the window-sill.
"What does it look like?" Deadpool questioned, "you know, for a smart guy, you can sure be dumb! Anyway, gotta go!" And he let his fingers slip, allowing the vast emptiness of the air to take him, let him plummet down to Earth….
Tony and the others fused to the window, expecting to see blood and guts painting the sidewalk, maybe some freaked out passerby, but there was nothing. Tony ran a hand through his hair, nervous, anxious about this man, this so-called Deadpool.
"Why does that name sound so familiar…?" he asked himself, shutting the window before anyone else fell out and miraculously disappeared.