AN: All events depicted in this story are completely fictional, despite what may be implied in the text.

Ultimate Writing Adventure Chapter One Speak of the Dev- Deadpool

"Hey, you! Writer girl!"

Deadpool sprinted up the crowded street, ignoring the strange looks he was getting. He skidded to a halt in front of a startled young woman sitting at a bus stop with a notebook and pen. "Writer girl."

"Me?" the girl squeaked.

"Yeah, you," Deadpool confirmed. "You're writing about that cutie Spey, aren't ya? And some Avengers?"

"Uh, yes?" the girl said hesitantly. "And you're cosplaying as Deadpool?"

"Not cosplaying, baby; the real deal," Deadpool smirked. "Merc with a Mouth, at your service."

\Hey, you're going too fast for her,/ White voice said.

-Ooh, lookey! Hyperventilating!- Yellow voice cooed. -The weak shall perish!-

\We want her, remember?/

-If she can't cope with little ol' us, she can't do squit for us.-

"Maybe I should explain, and see how she takes it?" Deadpool suggested alousd.

"Explanations sound good?" the girl hazarded.

"Righty then, writer girl," Deadpool said. He sat down next to her at the bus stop. "What you see as fictional happens in another dimension. When you write a story, it…creates the specific dimension, or maybe just opens up a pathway I can slip down. Whatever, I want you to write me into the story, so I can hand with Spidey."

\'Hang with Spidey'? Talk about bad puns./

-That one's really cool!-

"Hush, guys, I'm trying to listen to writer girl," Deadpool snarked.

The girl was breathing shakily. "Well, my meds might be giving me a weird dream again," she muttered. She raised her hand to her mouth and bit down on her finger. "Nope, not a dream. Possibly full-blown hallucinations?" Deadpool tweaked her nose. She squeaked and swatted his hand away. "So either you're deceiving me, or it's real," she concluded.

\Not bad deduction./

-Booooringggg!-

"Well, writer girls? Whaddya say?" Dead pool asked.

"Even if your weapons are fake, you could still strangle me no problem," she said matter-of-factly. "Stop calling me 'writer girl' and I'll play along."

"You'll write me with Spidey?" Deadpool said hopefully.

"You may like boys, he doesn't," the girl said flatly. "You can be friends."

"Come on, gimme more than that," Deadpool pleaded.

"Marvel Red Team bromance. Final offer," she said firmly.

\Better than no cute spider./

-Two sexy butts to check out!-

Deadpool grinned. "Deal, Missy Author."

"What? No! It's Kat. Kat Harkness. Katara if you wanna be formal."

"Gotcha, Missy Author Kat."

Kat went back to her notebook. She scribbled, chewed her pen, and scribbled a little more.

"Maguire? Garfield? 616? Ultimate?"

"What?" Kat looked up at Deadpool, who was trying to read over her shoulder.

"Which Spidey are you giving me?" he clarified.

\I hope not Ultimate, that place is depressing./

-Maguire's a doe-eyed lovely, but Garfield? Mm-raow.-

"Uh, Garfield, but with a more 616 starting age," Kat said.

"You're making him jailbait?" Deadpool whined. "What about DD?"

Kat chewed her pen again. "Probably from the new TV series. I'll have to check it."

"What else will you have?" Deadpool asked.

"Hmm. Marvel Cinematic Universe, so Stark'll be around. Cap, Thor, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Hulk. I'll rejig Age of Ultron a little so Pietro lives; we'll see what we can do with Agents of SHIELD. X-Men, I'll come up with something based on the movies but with changes from Days of Future Past. Might throw in some Fantastic Four from those two movies some years ago, even if we have two Chris Evanses."

\Decent line-up./

-X-Men! We can play with Wolvie's head!-

"Not literally, more's the pity. Not with that adamantium spine."

"What?" Kat asked.

"Hm? Oh, Yellow was talking about playing with Wolverine's head," Deadpool explained. "But we'd never get the head off."

"Oh. Ah, my bus." Kat stuffed her pen and notebook in her bag as the flagged down the bus.

"Sweet! Where are we going?"

"'We'?"

"I'm coming with you," Deadpool declared.

"Don't have time for this," Kat moaned. "Look, buy yourself a ticket and we can discuss this."

"Right." Deadpool pulled out his wallet and flicked through the currencies. "Not dollars…euros?"

"Not in Britian. Pounds Sterling." Kat tugged on the wallet and pointed out the right coins. As Deadpool fumbled with the money, Kat scanned her bus pass.

"What's your friend wearing?" the driver asked warily.

"He lost a bet, so he's got to cosplay in public for a month," Kat improvised. "Don't worry about the weapons, they're just props."

"You students," the driver grumbled.

Deadpool dumped his money in the cash box, grabbed his ticket and let Kat pull him away. "What do you mean, you're coming with me?" she hissed.

"Gotta make sure you do my story, don't I?" he pointed out.

"Yes, but you can't run around Britain with that lot." She gestured to his katanas and handguns. "It's only a matter of time before someone stops you, and the cosplay story won't hold up forever."

"We'll work something out," Deadpool dismissed. "Until then, I'll just crash at your place."

Kat moaned. "Smeggin' hell."

AN2: This is a companion piece to Ultimate Avenging Alliance. It'll be a little spoiler-ish, but in a movie-trailer way. On the off-chance you're reading this sometime after initial publication, you'll want to either read all of UAA first, or go one UAA, one UWA chapter, the way I'm writing it.

Regulars will know I'm always updating (or trying to update) my other ongoings, and today brings updates from two Wayne's Boys stories, Jason and the Argonauts and Black and Red, and also Little Bird's Vengeance, which is also an Avengers story.

Please review.

Katara