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Deadpool Pov:

"Deadpool!" I turned to see her power, she had created a mini gun and fainted? Quickly grabbing the gun I began mowing down our assailants. "Wait did we have to reload?" "Nope!" "Strange?" "Of course not! What a cool power." "Speaking of which she has been out for a while. Should we check on her?" "I'm sure she'll be fine." "We can't just leave her here!" "He's right you know… (even if annoying)" "Hey I am not!" "Shut up you're both tearing my head apart!" I yelled shaking my head. Setting the gun down I threw her over my shoulder then picked up the gun and teleported back to my place. I dropped the gun near my stash and layed her on my bed. "Don't think about it. If she is alright she'd probably cut off an asset. Though it'll grow back we don't wanna lose it in the first place." "Yeah… still though." "Don't!" The two voices in my head yelled in unison. "Fine fine fine! Man she is burning up though." Deadpool said touching her. "What is wrong with her? Should we perform mouth to mouth?" "That won't cure her you moron!" "Well what are we suppose to do?" I asked. "Perhaps the X-men? They are better equipped to deal with medical emergencies then we are." "Nope! No way! She has a thing for Logan remember!" "Yeah but if this is as severe as we think it'd be a bad idea…" I tried reasoning with myself. "You morons time is ticking!" "Alright alright. The X-men it is then… (even if I really don't like the idea)" "You aren't the only one…" "Maybe if we kill Logan?" "Nah he is our pal remember?" I asked picking her up and teleporting to the X-men's hq.

End of Pov:

"Uhg My head hurts and my mouth tastes like metal…" I think to myself as I try to open my eyes. The light is blinding and I quickly shut them "Where am I?" I sit up and the feeling of being cold hits me hard as my eyes shoot open to find myself in shorts and a sports bra. "What the hell?" I ask then quickly slam my hands against my head feeling for my mask. "Oh thank god…" I say with a sigh of relief. "Did Deadpool lose? Or did that bastard leave me?" I asked angrily trying to find my way out of what appeared to be a lab of some kind. "I don't have my blade on me… guess I'll have to resort to my powers." I said then forced the door to fly open and crash into the wall across the hall. Alarms had gone off and I rolled my eyes. "Deadpool?" I asked pointing a light purple .45 at him. "What the hell happened?" I asked and he continued to stare at me. "Put the gun down," a deep voice demanded from behind me. "Wolverine don't. She is just confused," Deadpool said with his hands up. "Tell her to put the gun down," He demanded. Without thinking I used my telekinesis and threw him into a wall. "Where are my things and the exit?" I demanded turning the gun back on Deadpool. "Relax babe," He cooed. "Damn it Deadpool just tell me how to get the fuck out of here!" I demanded. He then charged toward me and I fired but was pushed away to the ground. I looked over to see Deapool and metal sticking out his back. "Deadpool…" I muttered as the claws retracted. "Will you relax now?" He asked looking toward me and the gun disappeared from my hand.

"So you brought me here for help? Why?" I asked dressing with the door cracked just the slightest so we could talk. "Why not?" Was all he replied. I sighed as I leaned against the door "What am I doing?" I thought to myself. "I suppose I owe you now?" I asked. "What do you mean?" He asked. "You know… like a life debt. And sex is not an option." I said pushing the door open and pointing my finger directly in his face. He seemed to weigh the idea in his mind, my eyes quickly falling over his features failing to read him. "Alright then. We are going out tonight… I know this great little taco place." He said turning and walking out. "What have I gotten myself into?" I asked shaking my head following him. "You really had them scared you know." Deadpool said biting into a taco. "Well how exactly was I supposed to react waking up in some strange lab?" I asked resting my jaw on my hand. He simply shrugged and stuffed his mouth, the sound made me cringe in disgust. "Well at least you're not fake…" I sighed looking away. "What is that supposed to man?" He asked with his mouthful. "Nothing never mind." I said poking at a crumpled straw paper. "Aren't you going to have any?" He asked holding out a plate. "No thanks," I tried to be polite. "Suit yourself," He said stuffing his face again this time I had a perfect view of the grotesque site. I turned back to my crumpled paper trying to bleach my mind, but was pulled back from my thoughts when Deadpool tried to speak but only gross muffles came out. "What?" I asked trying not to look. He swallowed hard the repeated "Let me guess you won't eat because you don't want to take off you're mask?" He asked. "What? That is ridiculous, it's just… I'm not hungry." I said looking off. "Liar." He challenged and as if on cue my stomach growled. He simply raised a brow and mine twitched. "So what? It's not like we're anything to each other!" I said angrily. I was taken aback by the sad look his face twisted to, we aren't are we? "What?" I demanded growing tired of his sad look.

I sighed as I plopped back into my seat, silently waiting for Deadpool to finish so I can go home. And for once it stayed silent… usually Deadpool would bounce back with a chuckle but it was quiet. I looked in his direction to make sure he was still there and he was silently eating. My head began to hurt I looked up but the little taco joint we were at was nothing but a dark void. "What…" I began but was cut off. "…!" A voice called. "No…" I said looking around everything but the small table we were at was gone. "….!" It called again. "Damn you!" I yelled standing and holding my head. "What the hell is you're problem?" A male voice called from the void. "Stop it!" I tried to block out the sounds as the world began spinning. As I reopened my eyes Deadpool was holding onto my wrists with a confused expression glued to his face. "Let go!" I tried to pull away but he held fast. "Where the hell are we?" I demanded finally realizing we were no longer at Samantha's tacos. "A rooftop now W T F? You just started freaking out so I teleported us here. So explain." He demanded giving me a shake. "Why does it matter?" I demanded again struggling to free myself from his grasp. "Well for starters it cut dinner short. And maybe I care about you." He said sternly, tightening his grip on me. The statement hit me harder than anything I had ever experienced physically. "You don't even know me!" I yelled looking away from him. "And I won't as long as you keep forcing me out," He said with a slightly softer tone. "….!" That memory… the one that destroys my heart… it was my fault. "I… I can't." I muttered. "Can't what?" He asked. "…get close. I can not be emotionally attached…" My tone was falling flat. I was once emotionless… just a killer… but I broke the rules. I grew fond of them… one by one they were torn from me… I was only left with… HIM. But… it was… my fault… "Why not?" He asked pulling me to his chest, it is warm and he stinks but some how I'm comforted in his embrace. "…it's my fault… It was against the rules… against protocol but… I convinced him…" I felt the tears soak into my mask and I resented them, and him for making me feel this way. "Let go." I said finally breaking from him.

"Look I am a killer, you are a killer. Emotion just gets in the way," I said sternly but my voice threatened to betray me. "That is stupid. And I should know." He said pointing at himself. "Why can't you just take no for an answer?" I asked hysterically. My eyes widened at my own question… my chest aches. Why…? Why? WHY? My voice betrayed me and my face began heating up, but why? Why does it hurt? "Why do you wear that mask then? It's not to protect your identity…" He started but I cut him off. "You're right it's not. It IS my identity…" I trailed off. "No it isn't. You have a name, and a face beneath it!" He yelled angrily. "No I don't!" I yelled back. "Yes you do! Say it out loud! What is your name?" He yelled stepping toward me. "….!" "….!" "….! My name?…. What is…. my name? Black out was the name I had given this identity but… before that…" I said closing my eyes. "Black out…. tou kcalb…. thgin…." I stared at myself in the mirror pulling off my mask but beneath it was another. I kept pulling them off but the image never changed. "I am Black out. With out this mask… I am nothing." I repeated this phrase for years. "I was in hiding… running. From myself. I was ready to move on and feel the light caress my face…. but I can't. I'm not ready…. I never will be, because I am me and she is me. We are one…" I said my vision twisting back into reality. Deadpool was flabbergasted. "You are seriously fucked in the head you know that?" He asked staring at me and shook myself and backed away from him.

"I need to go…" I said running off as fast as I could conjuring a motorcycle and fleeing. "You are seriously fucked in the head you know that?" His voiced repeated that sentence over and over in my head. "I know…" I sighed racing through the streets.

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