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The chapter title is a song by The Last Shadow Puppets. I am not affiliated with the band in any way and hold no rights to the song.

"You need to stay awake for these." Steve says. "I'm not going to keep waking you so no one notices you've konked out."

"You don't have to. But thanks I guess," I tell him. I'm not sure why he stayed, since he's not going. But Nev is supposed to, and she's not here. I'm almost ready to call Fury as we step out onto the roof, the sudden brightness of the sun blinding me, but when my eyes adjust she's there at the jet, laughing with Fury. It's a bigger jet than before, since it's carrying more people.

"You keep her out of trouble," Fury says quietly to me.

"I wasn't planning on letting her into combat. I didn't last time, did I?" I ask him, almost offended. He shakes his head.

Though at this point, getting paid to keep her safe is just a bonus. You'd do it for free now.

"Can't help it. You of all people know what it's like to be all over protective," he says, his voice still low. It wasn't unkind, and I know exactly what he's talking about. "And I don't wanna hear about none of y'all fightin' each other. We have an enemy to kill, beat the shit outta them." Everyone mumbles their agreement as I watch him leave the roof. A tug on my hand gets my attention.

"Nervous?" Nev asks.

"Pft. No. I don't have Tony's stupid ass to save this time. Should go a lot better," I answer, following her into the jet. Last ones on. And a pair of side-by-seats waiting for us. Nev's already taken the window, looking at me, pleased with herself.

"Want the window seat? It's for sale." Very Fury of her.

"That's extortion isn't it? No. Keep it. If I fall asleep I'll just fall into the isle, get kicked and stepped on," I tease.

"Oh well!" she smiles. I sigh and sit at her side. She can have it, I had it last time.

"So Wade. How's it going?" Natasha asks. I look at her, puzzled. "Are you and Guinevere getting along?" Is she being nice to me?

Oh, artificial kindness. Yeah, no, don't let Nev see how you feel about me.

"Going well. I certainly can't complain," Nev answers for me.

"Ha, you aren't trying to kill him yet?" Clint jokes. I'm not sure I want to get into a conversation.

"Not yet. Honestly, he's been pretty nice." She produces the origami boat from her pocket. "Not quite a yacht, but the thought was there." Everyone looks at it like it's a genuine van Gogh or something.

"Not very Deadpool," Clint says finally.

"See, Nev," I say, rubbing my eyes. "Pretty sure I told you about this last night."

"You did." She now addresses Clint and Natasha. Cable's already got his face in a book and isn't paying us any attention. He already knows more or less everything about me anyway. "He made a bunch of cranes and we pinned them to the wall in the security training room."

"Well, we can see it when we get back. Something to do before the paperwork,' Natasha says. The conversation dies and I look at Nev, settling in her seat with the boat still in her hands. She's looking out the window as the pilot levels the jet out properly.

Kinda too bad you can't read minds. The way she looks out like that, at something no one else can see… Would be interesting to know what it is.

"Remember when we first met, and I told you that maybe there was something I could do about your rank on the totem pole?" she asks without looking at me. I don't answer, hoping she'll just keep her train of thought rolling. "I wasn't just saying that to make you feel better. I am actually trying." And if there were less people here, I'd have taken in her in my arms and not let go.

"The place is shut down. We have enough manpower, weapon power… we still aren't getting in," Cable says. I am actually listening. But I'm studying the compound. There are a lot of guards out, but I'm sure we can kill them.

Two melee, a tank, and a ranged. No healer, but that's ok. Wait, are you gonna be the tank? Meat shield!

"Guinevere, that's where we'll need you," Cable says, stopping there. I turn to him, he's staring at me, challenging me to argue the point.

"I was told to keep her out of trouble," I say, not sure how to argue this without being obvious.

"Well, now it should be easier with her at your side as opposed to all the way here at the jet," Clint says, like it's no big deal. I straighten myself. "If we want to do this, we need to get in. If we're gonna get in, all the security systems need to be hacked." I turn my head to Nev but can't look at her.

"It'll be fine. Get in, get out, don't let anyone know I was there," she says. She certainly doesn't sound scared.

"On my signal, Natasha go left, Wade go right. Get the ground forces down; there are a lot, but not so many you two can't handle it. Clint, get the boys in the towers as fast as you can. Guinevere and I will stay here until we get the signal that it's clear. We should have about forty five seconds to get through the main gate and into the building. There's a single tunnel that goes down, a big ramp with twelve security doors. The twelfth leads into the main operation quarters. There are a few side rooms, but we don't have time to bother with them." Cable takes a breath and looks at us all.

"What happens after forty five seconds?" Natasha asks almost timidly.

"We'll be safe underground but the courtyard will flood with backup," he answers.

"Safe," Clint chuckles. "In a relative way, I'm guessing."

"More or less. If there are no more questions…" Cable motions for us to go. He pulls Clint aside and Natasha starts moving. I hesitate, but reluctantly begin to follow her., rolling my mask down. I don't dislike Hawkeye and I always make sure he can at least read my lips if I forget to make any hand signs for him.

"Wade." I turn back to Nev. She gives me a subtle 'come hither' motion, and I stand close enough that we're almost touching. "I want this suit back with not a rip in it, got it?" I smile.

Look, someone who isn't Peter on a good day cares about you! Did you bribe her and block the memory?

"I'll do my best," I tell her quietly. She reaches up, standing on her toes, and takes my face in her hands, and kisses my forehead over my mask.

"Wilson, let's go," Natasha calls.

Oh, you better hope she didn't see that.

I take a final look at Nev before going on. Natasha's staring at me as we slip in closer to the building's fortress walls. I'm kind of getting that itch again. I want to stab or slice or shoot. I think it's all the adrenaline kicking in. And the fact that Natasha won't stop looking at me.

"What?" I ask. "Did I grow an extra head? 'Cause that'd be great, I'd be able to talk to myself without drawing crazy looks."

"What was that about?" she asks.

Damnit.

"What?" I ask, trying to play dumb.

"Nev? And you?" She raises an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure you're only supposed to be playing the teaching role here."

"I am. What'chu talkin' 'bout 'Tasha?" I hope I sound more confident than I feel.

"You're lucky we don't have more time for this," she says, nodding towards the cliff that Cable's on, flashing his little signal light at us. "Don't use your gun. It'll be loud, and we need to be a little less obvious than that. An be careful." She hurries off to her side, and I dart towards the right. First guy, all alone. Throat slit, easy job.

Look, there's another. Look, he sees you!

I wave at him, then pounce on him and slide my blade through his skull before he can yell.

"Yeah, no such thing as a lone guard," I mumble to myself. I press through guard after guard. A steady little stream, definitely the easiest part of all this. Only once do I fear ruining it all, one manages to scream, but only two other come to his aid. Easy enough. Natasha and I meet up almost exactly in the middle of the wall opposite the gate where we started from.

"All good?" she asks. I nod. "Me, too." She follows me around again, signals our three other team mates, and they meet us at the very locked nearly indestructible gate. Nev's got the little iHack ready. She pulls the faceplate off of the code panel in the wall left of the gate, and plugs said iHack in.

"Stupid design, but it's what everyone uses. The port is actually for a manual override chip, and most people don't even realize that faceplate comes off. They don't all take the same chip, but this one here is a skeleton chip. I think only three people knew of its existence prior to right now," Nev says, not losing concentration. The gates slide open and we hurry in, to be greeted by another door.

"As soon as we start descending, we're going to start having trouble. Until we get down to where we need to be, just fight everything off and let Guinevere get the doors open," Cable says. She giggles, almost madly, as the main door opens.

"This is easy too. For a super mastermind, he's rubbish at passwords. Oh, a happy number pattern. How creative," she mocks.

"Happy number? As opposed to what, a depressed number? Pissed off number?" I ask.

"Actually yeah," Clint says. "Well, unhappy, or sad numbers. Terminology varies." We just have the little peons right now. I don't recall how far down we need to go, but we're at door three and I have a feeling there's something bigger than what we were facing behind that door. Doesn't stop me from wondering about sad and happy numbers.

"One, nineteen, thirty one, sixty eight, eighty two… Guh, weird pattern," Nev looks stumped.

"No pressure but these guys are little worse than what we've dealt with thus far," Cable says.

"And soon, you will be overwhe-" Bad guy wants to die? Ok!

"Overwhelmed just like your head was by my bullet? Not likely," I say to the corpse.

"Ninety seven. Open, gogo," Nev says quickly, pushing forward. The doors close behind us as we go, but there's a side door in each corridor that these guys just pour out of.

Pretty stupid layout. I'd love to see a blueprint of this place.

We make our way through the twelfth door, a bloody trail of bodies behind us, and this looks like a headquarters. It's just a massive underground warehouse, but it looks mostly empty. Except for that guy, he is just gigantic. Like Hulk but otherwise normal…ish looking. He golfclaps for us.

"Congratulations, you found our base. What, was blowing my wife to bits not enough for you?" he taunts.

Did we get his name? No, you slept through Coulson's little pep rally. Good job.

"Was our message unclear?" Natasha asks.

"You're messing with a very dangerous organization," Clint adds.

"Dangerous?" he chuckles. I step sideways, putting myself between him and Nev. He motions behind him, at a very large bomby missile… thing. "You want to know what's dangerous? You want to know why my security wasn't stronger? I wanted you to see ME. THAT WEAPON RIGHT THERE WILL WIPE THE ENTIRE AREA OF YOUR SILLY LITTLE CIRCUS CLEAN OFF THE EARTH!"

"So what's your motivation?" I ask.

"Wilson. Shut up." Cable's looking at me somewhere between terrified and furious.

"No, I mean, your apparent wife was rabbling on about "Mutants shot my pa-paw" or something, frankly I wasn't listening-"

"Clearly, she was talking about me. THIS is what your little organization did to me!" he bellows.

"You sure you don't mean Xavier?" I press. "SHIELD's not really into the mutant thing, unless you count Hulk and sometimes Logan shows up. I wish I could tell you we all sit around playing board games-"

"Do you EVER shut up?"

"Not while I'm trying to improvise a plan, no. There might be one, I did that thing where I don't listen," I say with a shrug. He growls, giving me that battery acid stare.

"I applied for your SHIELD decades ago and was sent to Xavier instead. I was experimented upon and, ultimately, I was rejected. I was 'imperfect', 'weak'. THEY NEVER SAW WHAT I COULD DO!" He grows. As if he wasn't massive enough, now he's like the troll from Harry Potter but much fatter.

"They ruined your life? You want revenge? Is that your whole point?" Clint asks, fingers twitching on his bow.

"Yeah that's a pretty weak plot," I tell him.

"And you have any idea what this is like? AND NOW YOU'VE KILLED MY WIFE, TOO!" He slams one of his huge ham fists into the ground. My first thought is that it's going to set the damn bomb off. My second thought is gibberish, thanks to the concussive force of the impact.

Completely scrambled. Well, this is normal for you anyway.

All I'm able to make out at first is that we are surrounded by this guy's goons. Briefly. They fall back.

Why are they running? Oh, they have a hostage now. That's great.

"You took my wife from me, you mutant-sympathizing scum." That was addressed at all of us, but now his eyes are on me. "I saw you move, to protect your little lover. I know it was you who took my wife from me, let me return the favour."