Dear readers-
Hello there, I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Now that we've established that, let me just say a few things:
1. I do not own Deadpool, the Avengers, or any other things referenced to in this fic.
2. I write for fun.
3. It all started when I wondered what would happen if Deadpool broke into the Avengers facility, just because he was bored. And his microwave was broken.
Shall we begin?
The Avengers facility in upstate New York was now officially empty of vermin. As the bright red WW Pest Control van finally screeched its way off the property, the building was re-opened.
"Finally. Hope he didn't touch the fridge... Or the bar... Or anything besides his stuff and dead rats, really." drawled Tony Stark, stepping out of a limo and handing the driver some money and a tip.
Natasha, who had arrived half a minute before him, raised her eyebrows at the sight of his ride. "A limo, Tony? Are ever going to take one of your own cars?"
"Not unless Fury stops yelling at me for speeding around here. What's the point of having so many of them if you can't show them off?"
Someone cleared their throat behind them. Tony turned around, startled. Natasha merely smirked.
"Speak of the devil," Tony muttered, unsurprised to see Director Fury standing nearby as if he had been there the whole time.
"Director." Natasha nodded, suspecting that something was up. Nicholas Fury was not a man who visited merely for the sake of visiting. "What's going on?"
Fury merely looked at them and said, "There was a security breach while everyone was away. Looks like William Wesson, the exterminator, was not who we thought he was. We left you the footage and have a few cleaning crews on the way." With that, SHIELD's director walked away. "Thank God I don't live here."
Tony and Natasha locked eyes and dashed for the entrance.