I was not amazed.

Deadpool and Creeper, on the other hand, were having the time of their lives.

Apparently, playing Russian Roulette with a very dangerous man was a favorite pass time of theirs.

Let me explain myself.

The two psychopaths didn't have guns in their hands, so it wasn't a normal type of Russian Roulette. Actually, the only reason I described it as a type of Russian Roulette was because they were tempting the fates to see who would be dying first. And I say dying first because the black man with the eye patch didn't seem like he was about to put up with either of them any longer.

"And that's when they met the Angel/Stripper!" Creeper gasped, jumping onto Deadpool's shoulders.

"Yeah, that guy was the riot!" Deadpool laughed, slapping his left hand over his knee as he doubled over, seemingly unaware of the weight of the man on top of him.

I quirked an eyebrow at him. "You only saw him for a few minutes, Deadpool. Then we were gone and into a new universe."

"Wait, universe?" Spiderman asked, speaking up for the first time since the conversation had begun.

I nodded with a small smile, kind of amused to see that at least one person wasn't taking the whole 'universe hopping' thing in strides, but that fell of my lips when I heard the black man clearing his throat once more.

"I do not like being ignored, Wilson. You know this already. Now... Explain yourself before I make my own explanations."

Deadpool groaned loudly and threw Creeper onto the floor, causing the yellow skinned man to yelp loudly at the impact, then crossed his arms, acting like a petulant teenager.

"Fine, Mom!" He growled, then shook his head and stood straight.

Maybe I'd finally see the man acting like not an idiot.

I was wrong to hope for that.

"We've been dimension hoping for the past few hours... Minutes... Days?" He asked himself, then shook his head once more. "Kid Flash over there picked me up from a universe where you weren't bothering me then we went to one where we met an angel-slash-stripper. After that we went-"

I swear, he would have continued explaining the whole story to the man named Nick Fury if I hadn't sped forward and slapped both hands over his mouth, causing him to gasp and yelp in more shock than pain, then glare at me.

"Ginger, I'm in the middle of a very important story!"

Shaking my head, I ignored him and turned to Nick Fury.

"You know he's insane, right?"

The gaze the dark skinned man gave me was enough to let me know that, even though he was clearly annoyed right now, he was indeed aware of Deadpool's mental state.

"All he told you is a made up story. He kidnapped me and Creeper from... Olympus... Yeah, Olympus and somehow we wound up here. We didn't mean to cause the mortal world much problems."

Everyone was silent after my explanation, all but Spiderman, who pointed at me with a quirked eyebrow.

"You expect us to believe a yellow man with green hair and a kid dressed in yellow and red are from Olympus? Come on, we're not stupid." He crossed his arms at the end of his declaration and I smirked softly at him.

Sometimes I was happy I interrupted Wonder Woman in Themyscira and had the utter joy to learn a bit of her home world. Because now I could actually weave a convincing story without too many holes in it. And I was more than happy that I had spent so much time making fun of her way of speaking because it would help me right now.

"Tell me, Man of Spiders, have you ever visited the glorious grounds of Olympus? Ever strolled through the righteous halls that hold up all that is great with our system of governing?" I asked, making sure to use my most posh voice.

"Um... Why..." He mumbled softly, taken aback by my words.

"Why did you change your accent, Flash Boy?" Creeper asked softly, tugging at the ankle of my boot.

I chuckled loudly now, patting his green hair, "I am a demigod, Man of Spiders. Born of a union between a human woman and my father, Hermes. This goblin, on the other hand, is a creature created by the hands of Hephaestus himself!" Now I placed my hands on my hips, as I had seen Wonder Woman do many times before. "I have changed my manner of speaking because I am most comfortable like this. But the modern world does not accept my speech so readily, so I adopt your form of speaking from time to time."

Spiderman didn't really seem like he knew how to react but Nick Fury spoke up before he could embarrass himself.

"We've only had one interaction with someone from your world before. I believe you know who Herakle is?"

His question was meant to lull me into a false sense of comfort to slip up in my answers and my story. But after years of dealing with the Bat, an overprotective speedster for an uncle, and a dozen other heroes keeping me under their thumbs, I knew just what to say and how to react to get him to believe me.

"Of course! An egotistical halfblood, he is!" I laughed softly at the thought of one of Wonder Woman's many rants about the god. "I could tell you countless stories of his blunders in Olympus!..." Now I sobered up, placing a soft smile on my face. "Yet... He is one of our mightiest warriors."

Creeper looked up at me with confusion and- I'm not sure if it was, but it sure seemed like it- worry, but didn't say anything as I continued.

"We were brought here by this deranged man after a few adventures in lands unknown to mortals. He spoke of meeting the Man of Spiders."

Now Spiderman cleared his throat and spoke up, "You know, we've never been to Olympus. But we have been to Asgard and he say your people aren't as strong as they once were!"

He was trying to make my story lose its' credibility.

"Aye. 'Tis true." I nodded regretfully, composing my features into ones of slight sadness. "We share the ruling of this world with many others, Man of Spiders. Before, when Greece was great, we were the masters of this Earth. Now, though, with this so called 'God' taking our place... We have been thrown to the way side like many others."

Spiderman eyed me in a questioning manner. But he didn't say any more as Nick Fury walked towards us.

The guns pointed at us by the rest of the soldiers had been lowered, maybe thinking we weren't a danger anymore, but I was happy about that. Now, if I could only figure out where Creeper had left the control so we could get the heck out of here.

"You give a good story, kid. In a world with Asgardians, having Olympians wouldn't be too farfetched." He told me, staring me down.

But I did not waver in my stance. If I could face the Bat without too much fear coursing through me, I could stare this man down.

"But the fact that you appeared here out of thin air with Deadpool- of all people- gives me a good enough reason to not trust you." And he glanced down at Creeper, who was licking at his legs like a cat. (It wasn't such a pretty sight.) "Or your goblin."

"I am not hurt by your apprehensions, Nick Fury. But, I assure you, we mean no harm to any of you."

"What do you mean, Ginger? We're here to kidnap Spiderman and put a maid dress on him!"

I chuckled softly as I punched Deadpool on the head, causing him to jump away in pain and try and tend to his newest wounds. "This man has too much of a mouth, do you not think so?... But we really mean no harm."

Nick eyed me once, twice, then looked at the soldiers surrounding us.

"I would like to speak further with the mercenary." He told me, turning around after signalling all others to stand down. "Spiderman, you are to care for our... guests."

Spiderman seemed like he was about to protest the decision, but a glare from Nick Fury cut him off abruptly and he only nodded at the order. Deadpool was then carried away by Nick Fury, and as he was dragged, I noticed that he had the dimension transporter control at the back of his utility belt, strapped beside one of the grenades.

I wanted to smack myself because of my blunder.

But soon enough Creeper and I were left with Spiderman, who turned to us with clear confusion and uncertainty.

"So... What do you Olympians like to do on your down time?"

I only smirked evilly at him.

I'd be having my fun as Deadpool was interrogated.

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