Coulson's mouth had gone dry when Wilson said the words. For months he had been searching for information on the TAHITI project. He knew that Fury had told him to trust what had been done to him, but that didn't mean he still had concerns. He continued to have flashbacks from when they were operating on him. And he'd had to block access to one of the rooms in the Playground because he would sneak there in the middle of the night and scrawl bizarre symbols on the walls.

May was just as startled as Phil was. She looked Wilson dead in the eyes. "How much do you know about the TAHITI Project?" She asked to give Coulson time enough to regathering his wits.

Wilson kneeled down to be level with her. "The real question, dear viewer, is how much do you know?"

May was about to snap back that what she knew was highly classified and that he had yet to earn the right to ask for it, but Coulson began speaking before she could open her mouth. "It was a project helmed by Director Fury and myself. The goal was to use biological material harvested from a deceased alien and develop a way to resurrect a person from death. Specifically an Avenger, though the possibility of using it on others was always there." Coulson then noticed May glaring at him. "What?"

"We shouldn't be sharing this kind of information with him. We barely know him, let alone trust him."

"I trust him. The only people who know about TAHITI are on our team, dead, or were part of the project itself." He turned back to Wilson. "The process caused enhanced cellular regeneration, but also left the subjects deranged, hallucinating, and traumatized."

Wilson nodded. "Uh-huh. Yep, that covers most of what I know too." Coulson sighed. Believing that he had. On my way! All this way for nothing, but Wilson held a finger in front of Coulson's lips to shush him. "Except. I was one of your subjects."

Anything Coulson was going to say was cut off when May stood up, holding her encrypted cell. "We need to leave. The FBI have arrived." She looked at Wilson. "You need to come with us?"

Wilson raised an eyebrow. "To where? Does S.H.I.E.L.D. have a super-secret hole in the ground that you're living in?"

Coulson nodded as he stood. "Something like that."

Wilson made a noise of approval. "Well then. Guess I will join you.

The three stepped out of the room, and May held up her hand. "Wait. It's not the Feds. It's Raina, and she's brought backup."

Wilson sidled up to her. "Is she a bad guy?" he asked, making a move to grab the phone. May held it out of his reach,

"She's a problem. We'll leave out the back so we don't have to deal with her."

Wilson pouted. "Aw, come on! I've been stuck in here for here days waiting for somebody to find me! I was hoping to at least be able to stretch my muscles when I got out!" Then, without waiting for any orders or anything, he took off running down the hallway. May rolled her eyes and turned to Coulson.

"I'll catch the lunatic, you deal with Raina."


On the floor above, in the janitors closet, Wade Wilson stood examining a glorious sledgehammer and a metal bucket. "And this, dear viewer," he said to the empty space, "is where it gets really fun."


"Hello. We're with the FBI. We're here to speak with a patient of yours. Mr. Wade Wilson?"

The red headed nurse looked at the curly-haired, dark-skimmed woman with a conflicted expression. "Huh...well, he's here, but the CIA are already here to see him..." He trailed off, not sure how exactly to deal with the situation. Dealing with government agencies wasn't covered in any part of the training manual.

Fortunately for him, he wouldn't have to deal with them. "Raina!" a pseudo-friendly voice called from the asylums doors. The first woman turned around and saw another woman walking towards her. The two men flanking her moved to interfere, but she held up a hand signalling them to stay put.

"Skye," Raina said soothingly. "I thought I wouldn't have to see you for a long time, but here you are anyway. You are aware that this case falls squarely into my jurisdiction, aren't you?"

Skye shrugged and began walking forward. "I was here to remind you the same thing on behalf of my own agency. Besides, we've already spoken to him. In a minute the rest of my team will be down here with him in custody, and I know you wouldn't want to deal with him. Personally, I am opposed to making a scene in such a public place." Skye took another step and was now directly in front of Raina. "It would be bad for our images." She subtly jerked her head in the direction of a security camera.

Raina glanced in that direction, and smirked. "You might have an image problem. But trust me when I say hat he people I work with have no such quandaries."

Skye swallowed nervously. Her entire plan had hinged on Raina being unwilling to have a fight in a public place and draw he attention of the authorities. Now, unfortunately, it was. Lear that Skye had made a dangerously wrong assumption. The two men, who's centipede devices peeked out from beneath there sleeves, began advancing towards her. This would be a perfect time for Phil or May or Trip or Ward to come and save her.

A loud bang came from the direction of the hallway, and the five people occupying he lobby turned to see. It wasn't anybody on Skye's team, but rather the scarred visage of Wade Wilson. On his head he wore a dented metal bucket that had been misshapen into the form of crude horns. In one hand he held a sledgehammer, which had been used to make the noise. He casually sauntered into the lobby. "Well well," he purred.

"What is this?" Raina.

"I've got no idea," replied Skye.

"Patient on the loose and armed!" the nurse yelled into the phone at his desk.

"Hyper Viper Beam!" shouted Wilson as he took off the helmet and tossed it directly at the head of the nurse, knocking him onto the ground.

The men with Raina didn't need to be instructed to attack Wilson. Before the nurse had hit the floor they were advancing on the patient. But Wilson had been in more fights than they had, and was far more skilled. Clutching the hammer, he lifted himself into the air and spun around. Kicking both soldiers in the face. He used the momentum to lift the hammer off the ground, and instantly crouched down to smash into the knees of one of the soldiers. The man cried out and collapsed. The second one was preparing to kick Wilson, but the former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was still going. He spun to the side, letting the massive fist ram into the ground harmlessly, and then launched himself off the ground and into the Centipede soldier's jaw. "Shoryuken!" he cried as the punch connected. It only lasted a few moments, but the two super soldiers had been easily defeated by Wade Wilson. He grabbed the hammer and hoisted it onto his shoulder, grinning as he did so. "Your ratings just went up ABC!"

Then a laser beam flew by and vaporized Wilson's left bicep.

Wilson shrieked, dropping the hammer. The rest of his arm was still clutching the handle as Wilson flailed around a bloody stump. Behind him, one of the soldiers held a pistol that, Skye noted, was similar in design to the Tesseract weapon her team had recovered almost a year ago.

"No!" Rained shouted, glaring at her goon. "We want him unharmed!" She cocked her head, listening. Skye heard too - police sirens. Raina sighed heavily, trying to recapture her tranquil demeanour. "We'll be back for you," she said to Wilson, who was on the ground clutching his stump. The blood had stopped remarkably quickly. Raina hoisted the two men to their feet and the three left quickly. Skye had spent the last few minutes taking cover behind a column, and now had no idea where her team was or how to deal with what remained of Wilson.

"Skye!" She turned and saw Coulson and May running down a hallway, I.C. drawn. "What the hell happened here?" he said, looking around at the carnage.

Skye shook her head. "Raina happened. And Wilson with a bucket and a hammer, but that didn't do him much good against a Tesseract pistol."

"Tesseract pistol?" May said with astonishment. "Great."

Coulson holstered his weapon. "That doesn't matter right now. We found out a lot, and he's likely got more to tell us. We need to get him out of here and find him medical attention."

"Don't bother!" Wilson said with a disturbing amount of cheer for somebody who had just been made all right. He was holding his forearm - the unattached one - in one hand and waving it around for the threw agents to see. "Watch this gang!"

He shoved the Rm against his open wound, and for a minute there Skye was sure she knew why he was in an asylum. Them her eyes widened with fascination and horror as the arm connected itself to the stump. Black boils began to sprout from the scar, thick and pulsating. Then the arm stretched back to its original size and length. The regenerated portion was black and sickly, but as the agents watched it exams tinted with pink and beige and, after a moment, had become the same kind of warped scar tissues the rest of Wilson's body.

"Ta-da!" he called with a grin.