"Yummy, yummy, yummy I've got love in my tummy and I feel like loving you!" Wade Wilson sang along to the radio station as he took the cookies out of the oven. He pushed up his chefs hat as he set the cookes in front of a window.. "Perfect! Those kids won't be able to resist the smell of my home made cookies! And when they get near my window, BAM! Right into the trap! Who'll steal my Playboy issues in the morning then?"

The phone began to ring. Wade wiped his hands on his apron and picked it up, "Good afternoon, Wilson enterprises, Wade Wilson speaking."

"Wilson enterprises? That'll be the day."

"Look if this is another prank call then don't expect me to shout out hey everybody, I. P. Freely around here? Again."

"No you idiot, this isn't a prank! It's Bullseye!"

"Hey Buddy! Where ya been? We have soooooo much to catch up on! Did you know who had a crush on who?"

"Look Wade, I don't have time for this. Just meet me at the usual place at 12."

"Mhm, Hooters at 12, gotcha."

"NO! The OTHER usual place!"

"Oh yeah... remind me where that was again."

"Oh for the love of... Central Park!"

"Right, see ya at 12." Wade put the phone down. He turned back to his cookies to see the plate empty. "No!" he leant out of the window just in time to see 2 kids running off with a bunch of cookies in their hands."YOU PESKY KIDS!" he shouted out at them, shaking his fist in the air. "That's it! I'm calling your mothers right now!" he checked the time. It was 11:30, "Uh oh, better suit up, to the Deadpool room! Alright my closet."

12 at central park. Wade, now in his Deadpool outfit, was sitting on a bench, endulged in a game of Tetris on his gameboy, "Yes! Only 3 more blocks to go and I'm there!" Suddenly, the game was knocked out of his hands as he fell back onto the floor. "Hey cheap shot!" he yelled as Bullseye rolled off of him. "I was on level 10! Do you have any idea how much work I had put into that?"

"Always on about the little things." Bullseye replied, throwing a pair of scissors at Wade. "Long time no see buddy, how are ya?"

"You first." Deadpool said, pulling out a sai and blocking the scissors. He ran an Bullseye, tackling him, sending them both to the ground.

"Me? Well I'm in a whole heap of crap." Bullseye said, kicking Wade off of him and producing his own sai. "Got places to go, drug lords to kill. People wanting revenge for me killing their son's, you know, the usual."

"You think that's bad?" Deadpool said, placing his hand on the ground in mid air, giving him that little extra push that allowed him to land on his feet. "My butler just ate my whole wheel of cheese!" he thrusted his sai at Bullseye.

"YOU have a butler?" Bullseye replied, meeting Wade's sai with his own. They began pushing against each others weapon, in a hope to disarm the other.

"Well, I say butler, I mean some tramp who I get to clean my toilets for one piece of food out of my fridge a day." Wade pulled away from the lock, spinning the sai around his fingers.

"You know he probably makes it scumier, right?"

"Well, at least it saves me the job of having to do it. I don't personally like the rubber gloves Deadpool look."

"I hear that." Bullseye replied, shuddering at the thought and swiping at Wade's feet. Wade leapt into the air, landing behind Bullseye. Bullseye was ready, he swang round, letting the sai cut through Deadpool's skin on his arm.

"Argh!" Wade screamed, "You're lucky you don't have a healing factor, or I'd stick this sai where the sun don't shine!" he lunged his sai forward again, but only to cause a distraction for his fist that hit Bullseye in his face. As he fell back, Wade kicked his hand, making him loose the sai. Catching it in mid air, Wade, pointed both at Bullseye's neck as he lay on the floor.

"I'd have had you if it wasn't for that healing factor then." Bullseye said looking up at Wade. He couldn't see his face, put he could tell Wade was smiling. He began to laugh, as did Deadpool, who handed Bullseye his sai and helped him up.

"So, there a reason to this meeting or is it just a friendly gathering?" Deadpool asked.

"I need your help." Bullseye replied, "but I'll explain back at my place."

Wade took a piece of pizza as Bullseye opened the box.

"So, we kill Toro,and that's that. Though I think I'd like to settle the score with Beckett too." Bullseye explained.

"And getting revenge on his son isn't setteling the score?" Wade asked.

"You know what I mean!" Bullseye snapped.

"EW! This pizza's digusting? Where'd you get it from?"

"Made it." Bullseye replied, bringingtwo mugs of tea into the room.

"Ah that explains it."

"You close the door?" Bullseye asked. As Wade jerked his head around to check, Bullseye spat in Wade's tea.

"Yeah." said Wade turning back round, taking his tea and sipping it. "Now this is more like it! This is the best tea I've ever tasted, whats your secret?"

Bullseye tapped his head, "That's my secret ingrediant."

"I hate it when they don't give away their secret ingrediants." Wade said to himself. "Ok, let's go over this one more time with the help of your craptacualr diagram. I go to the front of the penthouse, and take care of the guards. Meanwhile your sitting outside a secret escape, waiting for Toro to show up to get on his heli-copter. That right?"

"That's about it."

"So, I have to fight off the whole army while you sit there, getting to level 10 on Tertis?"

"All apart from the Tertris bit."

"Alright, but I get over half the reward."

"Oh yeah, um the reward..."

"There is a reward right?"

"Well, he considers it paying off a debt."

"So do I get to kill his other son?"

"If he's got another, he's all yours."

"Deal!"

Bullseye filled his mouth with another bit of pizza. "We'll get to it around 4. I'm gonna get some shut eye until then, wanna be on my best for nailing Toro's ass."

"Yeah, sure that'll be hard." Deadpool replied sarcasticaly. Bullseye ignored him as he headed into his room.

Before shutting the door, he popped his head back out, "Oh and if a big guy called Victor comes looking for me, please kill him." Deadpool gave him the thumbs up.

Bullseye was finding it hard to sleep. Wade kept knocking on the door, asking where the toilet was and he could hear him raiding his kitchens. Outside, Wade was watching T.V when there was a knock at the door. "It's open." Wade yelled. The door handle twisted but the door didn't budge. "Damn, it never is open, I have to get up now."

He got up and went to the door. As he opened it, he found a large, fat man wearing a tight top. It almsot made Deadpool sick. "Uh... can I help you?" Wade said heading back over to the couch.

"Hi... uh, my name is Geff. Is Bullseye in?"

"Nah he's getting some sleep."

"Oh right... what's that on the telly?"

"Doom buggys."

"Oh I love Doom buggys! Let me watch!"

"Alright but don't take up too much... space. Thanks that's great." Then it went silent for a minute or two while they watched T.V. "... wait. Are you,are you touching my leg?"

"Maybe."

"Oh that's just sick! God, Bullseye, where's your bathroom?" Bullseye screamed from inside his room. "Man everyone around hear has issues. Wait... touch me again."

"Oh you like that huh?"

"Yeah, infact I'm gonna take my mask off right now and give ya a big kiss." Wade pulled off his mask. Geff flinched in horror at the sight of Wade's deranged face.

"Oh god! Get it away!" he shouted, running down the corridor. Then the silence ressumed itself until Wade kncoked on Bullseyes door, "Uh Bullseye? I don't know and I hope to god you didn't just hear that but i need to do something manly. What channel is the..."

"648"

"Oh right, uh thanks." Wade sat back down and flicked channels "Hey! That's not funny! Is this so you can entertain your friend Geff?"

"650" Bullseye said, failing to hide his laughter.

Another hour later, Wade opened Bullseye's door. "Wackey, wackey! We got hit the road in about 20 minutes! I got a special Deadpool breakfast cooked up for ya!" Bullseye slowly got out of bed to be greeted to the sight of pankcakes on his table. "Eat up!" Wade said.

Bullseye raised a pancake to his lips. He took a bite out of it. Wade saw the spit go into his mouth. "Wow, these are really good!" Bullseye said, surprised.

"Idiot, he doesn't know I put my spit in their." Wade thought to himself.

"Idiot, he still doesn't know I put my spit in his tea." Bullseye thought to himself.

"So... how's Geff?" At the mention of that name, Bullseye spat his next mouthfull of pankcake out.

"He didn't..."

"Yep"

"Though he didn't..."

"Yep."

"But surely he didn't..."

"YEP!"

"God I'm so sorry."

"Next time, we plan at my house."