Me and JJP55 decided to write a connecting chapter with our characters (Deadpool and Wolfwood aka MIB Guy).

Why? Because we felt like it i guess...

If you read JJP55's, this one is marginally different, but not much.

Anyway, hope you enjoy this random encounter.

'That's no moon… that's a space station.'

'Well, ain't that peachy?'

"canned laughter"

'its pulling us in!'

'Theres got to be something you can do…'

'I say we just go with the flow man.'

'Well, this SUCKS!' Deadpool shouted. 'How can you watch this garbage? It's a rip off, like I am of Deathstroke!' he paused. '…I'm out of here.'

Deadpool stormed out of the movie theatre, leaving confused people watching the movie "Iron Man".

Deadpool wondered where he should go. 'I know, I'll go return to the scene of the crime using the only way to travel, by ceiling!'

With that, Deadpool grabbed his blades, leapt at the ceiling and stabbed into it like an experienced mountain climber.

'2, 4, 6, 8, who do we appreciate?' Deadpool sang as he slowly, but surely, made his way back.

Deadpool made it back just in time to see a sushi bar blown up by a guy who could have been part of "Men in Black". He wore black, had sunglasses and he had a strange cross-shaped gun on his back. He had a slight cut on his right shoulder that must have been a bullet skimming on him, some slash marks on his shirt, and he certainly wasn't immaculate, he was dustier then an old western town.

'Wow, a random stranger, and I feel peckish. I'll go say hello.'

Deadpool dropped down from the ceiling.

The "Men in Black" Guy was startled at first, but then he began to raise his pistol…

Deadpool ignored this, instead choosing to look at what remained of the sushi bar.

'Wow, I've never seen such blatant disregard for Japanese food since… since I met myself.'

'And who are you, to be interfering in other peoples taste in food?' MIB Guy asked.

Deadpool sat down casually, like they were conversing over a nice meal, although the mess of metallic instruments of death scattered around the table, and in the trolley, somewhat spoiled the effect. Deadpool liked it though; it reminded him of the Deadhut. MIB Guy's gun was still pointing at Deadpool, but Deadpool didn't seem to care, whether he thought he could beat MIB Guy, or just wasn't thinking, he didn't seem to care.

'Most people call me NOT THE FACE! NOT THE FACE!' Deadpool said with a rather disturbing grin on his face, relaxing in his seat. 'But you can call me Deadpool.' The more comfortable Deadpool seemed the more nervous MIB Guy felt.

'He must know me, good to know people still know me, means I have a reputation.' Deadpool thought.

'What, er, exactly, is wrong with your face?'

MIB Guy still had the gun facing Deadpool's general direction, but his focus was now drawn to the balaclava hiding Deadpool's face.

'I don't like the girl's to see my good looks, so I hide them… behind this mask.' Deadpool indicated his face. He felt that One side of it was frayed.

'I'll have to get that fixed with peanut butter.' Deadpool thought.

'You're avoiding the question. Why don't you take that thing off, before I blow it off, along with your face.' MIB Guy aimed the gun properly again. Deadpool showed little reaction. He looked at MIB Guy mockingly.

'Just wait until he sees my secret weapon…' Deadpool thought.

'That's so scary, but I got…' He began rummaging through his pockets. MIB Guy held his gun tighter, with two hands. At last Deadpool found what he was looking for.

'A RUBBER DUCKY! HA!' Deadpool held up a small rubber duck, with a small burn mark on one of its wings. MIB Guy burst into laughter.

'What is wrong with you!?' MIB Guy half yelled, between giggles. His gun was pointed at the table now. 'Kind of offensive…' Deadpool thought.

'Let's just say I was a lab rat once, except lab rats are treated better, oh, and they treated rubber duckies poorly too!' Deadpool gave the rubber duckie a squeeze, and it emitted a tiny squeak, as if in agreement.

'So… you must be the mutant that was fighting here before?' MIB Guy holstered his gun. Deadpool put away his rubber ducky, now they were both unarmed, but their weapons were in easy reach.

'Yep, against Scorpion. Go check under that piano under there. I added garlic, so he ain't getting up anytime soon.' Deadpool pointed to a spot behind MIB Guy. MIB Guy checked, and noticed a broken piano, looking like it had fallen from the roof, lying in pieces on the ground. Sticking out from under it was a yellow gloved hand.

'Yikes! Hold up - I thought the rule was no killing?' MIB guy exclaimed.

'So says the guy who wiped out a sushi store for no reason.' Deadpool thought.

'Oh come on, don't you watch cartoons? No one ever dies from a piano.' Deadpool replied. MIB Guy frowned.

'Well… we're not in a cartoon! Are we? I don't think we are…' MIB Guy said, confused.

'Hey I'm the one that's supposed to break the fourth wall here!' Deadpool shouted. 'I'm so going to send the guy who writes for me to kill the guy who writes for him' Deadpool thought furiously.

'Um… so, do you have any kind of… powers or something?' Wolfwood stuttered.

'I gotta tell him my best powers, regeneration? Nah, too many people have that these days. Enhanced body, also very boring, lots of gadgets? Batman's got me beaten there… Wait, I know!'

'My way with women, my common sense.' Deadpool boasted 'Lets see him beat that!'

'Apparently not humility, then?' MIB Guy smiled.

'Who said? I have great humility, I'm so humble I make those Buddhist monks look like billionaire tycoons!' Deadpool huffed.

'Yes, and I'm the mayor of July…' MIB Guy stopped suddenly.

'You're the mayor of a whole MONTH! Wow. No need to boast, or anything.' Deadpool cried, in mock amazement. 'And people think I'm crazy…'

'That's right – a whole month! Fear my power!' MIB Guy stretched out his arms, as if addressing a massive crowd. Deadpool made a few faint claps.

'I suppose that explains why in July, there are the most deaths…'

'ATTENTION COMPETITORS, PLEASE REPORT TO THE CENTRAL STAGE AREA, FOR AN ANNOUNCEMENT FROM YOUR HOST!' The PA system blared loudly over the scattered conversations and clean-up operations going on throughout the mall. Preventing any retort from MIB Guy.

'What a coincidence, I have an argument I was about to bring up about the poor quality of their movies…' Deadpool leapt into the air and grabbed a rope on the upper floor, then started heading the opposite way to the main stage, swinging on the rope halfway across the food court, singing to himself.

'Deadpool-man, Deadpool-man, does whatever a psycho can…' Deadpool paused. 'I probably should have asked for the name of that guy.' He sighed. 'I guess I'll just call him MIB Guy for now.'

There is a possibility that more of these will appear. Depends i guess...

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Hope you enjoyed this.