So how did I get here, high in the sky on the X-Men's black jet, flying over the icy barren land bellow. Well you see my dear reader, shit went sideways when Cable tried, and failed to kill the fiery young mutant Russel. A mutant who in the future would have ended up roasting Cables girl and young daughter, and I don't mean a few good insults were tossed their way, I'm talking full Australian barbie. With the big chrome sex toy Colossus pushing me to take a walk on the good side for once, he's sent me and the time traveling terminator on a mission to the Ice Box, all by ourselves. Between you and me the writer could have at least added another character, Domino or even maybe Quicksilver? He's already apart of two universes. Come on stick Hugh Jackman in, we know that's what everyone wants… Fine be stubborn. Anyway, thanks to Cable the Ice Box has been having some trouble with their inmates, damages to the felicity has led to multiple mutants getting loose and taking control of the prison. Like I said, all Cables fault. So that's why my metal arm friend has been forced to tag along with yours truly.

"Wade do you ever shut the fuck up?" Cable shouted from the controls of the jet, flying with one hand his metal arm sat on his lap.

"If I do people get mad." Wade replied pulling a gun from his side, pushing a fresh magazine into the handle before pulling back on the top of the gun, loading a bullet into the chamber. Happy with his now loaded weapon, he returned it to its holster. "Your more than welcome to shut me up, but a horde of people will abuse and shout at you through social media." Cable simply ignored him, he wasn't pleased about the mission but with his short trip to the past now extended to a much longer vacation, he knew he had to get into someone's good books.

"Were getting close." Cable said before flicking the auto pilot switch and getting up out his seat. Deadpool followed like a lost lamb, his bright red suit standing out in the grey interior of the jet. He watched Cable prepare his large, now repaired gun. Using a number of present day weapon parts with the more advanced parts he salvaged, he was able to piece together a weapon very similar to his old one.

"Where's mine?" Wade smiled under his mask, the leather crinkling slightly indicating the facial expression. Cable's face stayed as stern as ever as he set the dial on his gun, his eyes then locked on Deadpool's weaponry.

"You know this is a non-lethal mission, right?" Cable replied ignoring Wade's question. Wade stood silent staring Cable down hoping he would suddenly contradict what he just said.

"Your joking right, just messing with me?" Wade waved a finger at Cable, praying to a higher power other than himself that Cable had finally found a sense of humour. But Cables blank face and silence gave him the answer he wasn't looking for. "What the fuck! Why the hell am I here then?" Wade through his hands around in anger. "I'm not here to babysit a discount Colossus." He moaned pointing at Cable's arm, his white eyes then fell on his own arm. "I want a metal arm." Wade suddenly said sadly. (Hay, If you shout at the writer enough she might give me one, with threating words you can do anything. I don't care that my arm might painfully grow back, there will be a brief moment where I will have accomplished my one true dream.)

"You're here for the same reason I am, to make someone happy so we don't get locked up in here ourselves."

"So responsible." Wade replied mockingly. Cable went to return to the controls of the jet when Wade blocked his way. "However unfortunately I didn't bring my cattle prod with me, so I'm just gonna have to settle with bullets." Before Wade knew it, his neck was in the grasp of Cable's strong metal arm, pinning him to the side of the jet making it rock in the sky. "The suns getting real low." Wade choked out.

"No casualties! I'm not going to get on someone's shit list because of you." Cable released Wade letting him fall to the floor, his back rested against the side of the jet as he caught his breath. Cable only took a step away when Wade pulled out one of his guns, the sound of it leaving the holster all to familiar. He turned just in time to snatch the gun out from under Wades chin before he could pull the trigger.

"Oh, come on!" Wade sulked, he then went for his other pistol which Cable easily kicked away, his other hand unable to grab it as he was holding his own gun as well as one of Wade's. "Why must you put me through this suffering." Wade cried as he hung his head in sorrow.

"You can aim right?" Wades head shot up at the question, snapping him out of his childish tantrum.

"Depends on how much cocaine I've had."

"Aim for the limbs, preferably the legs. That way they will down but not fucking dead."

"What if I give someone a horrific injury that will stay with them for life." Wade questioned as Cable handed back one of his guns.

"Well that sounds like their problem, I couldn't give a shit." Cable then offered his hand to Wade. "Now that's what I like to hear." Wade took his hand and was pulled to his feet, he retrieved his second gun before turning back to Cable. But instead of looking at him, his eyes focused on what was behind him. "I think we're here." Wade holstered both his guns. Cable turned to see what Wade was looking at. In a split-second Cable raised his metal arm, an orange shield forming in front of him as a missile collided with the front of the jet.

Everything was dark, Wades eyes couldn't focus on anything and he was pretty sure that that there was a pain irradiating from his left side. Only after a few seconds did he realise the crushing pain of something on top of him. Sounds from above caught his attention. The weight was suddenly lifted off him, a blinding light flashed into existence, a silhouette hovering over him.

"God?" Wade asked in awe.

"No you dipshit." Wade felt Cable pull something out his side before yanking him from the dark hole he had found him in. The violent nature of the action making him airborne for a second or two before he fell flat on his face. The white blanket snow was deceivingly soft, a hard bed of ice lay underneath the inches of snow. "Come on we need to move." Cable ordered, already making his way through the snow and wreckage of the jet.

"Now where the fuck did that come from?" Wade asked pushing himself off his chest.

"Where do you think!" Cable shouted already a distance away. Wade immediately noticed the crimson blood staining the bright white crushed snow beneath him, he got to his feet and rushed after Cable.

"Why and how do they have missiles?" Wade questioned as he pulled a role of duct tape from the back of his belt and began to patch up the fresh hole in his armour, which blood still dripped from.

"How the hell am I meant to know?"

"I think the writer is just being lazy."

"What?" Cable looked at Wade confused, but he just simply returned the role of duct tape to the back of his belt and continued forward as if he had said nothing.

Authors Notes

Hello, Hope you like the idea of the story so far. I love the banter between Cable and Wade and I just needed more of it, as well as whump. Because you can never get enough of whump. Love to know what you think.