I swear I have the worst luck. First time I went to a different universe I didn't feel when I got there because I was knocked out.

But this time around I was completely awake when the portal opened up in the middle of nowhere and deposited Deadpool and I right on top of a huge stack of junk cars. Like, seriously, there were damaged cars upon damaged cars here and I just happened to slam into one of those stacks while Deadpool fell straight to the floor beneath me. I would've liked that option a bit more, actually.

Both Deadpool and I groaned in pain as we lay there, my back killing me.

But, as I said before, I have the worst luck. So instead of being able to wallow in pain for a few more minutes while waiting for my healing factor to kick in, I heard a gun cock and a voice pipe up, "Now what in the Sam Heck do we have here?"

I threw my hands up in the air, "Why do you hate me!?" I screamed in pain, then turned my head to the side and down to look at where Deadpool had fallen.

"What was that?"

Down where Deadpool's body lay there were three men with guns pointing at him. One was extremely tall and wore a giant brown jacket that didn't let me measure his completely body build, but I was able to see that he had pretty nice hair. This guy was pointing a shotgun at Deadpool.

Then there was one pointing a handgun, but this one was shorter and had not so nice hair. He wore a leather jacket and I was able to make out some type of working boots. And the last man was shorter than the other two, but instead of a normal jacket he wore a light brown trench coat. He seemed to be the only man here without a gun, but I knew better than to hope this. Men like these were dangerous.

"Oh, that was my partner Ginger!" Deadpool spoke in a breathless manner, arm raised and pointing at the sky. "She's a wild one, that Ginger!"

I groaned at this guy's sheer stupidity but was thankful for one thing. My speedster healing had kicked in and my back was hurting less and less by the second.

"Ginger?" The stranger without a gun asked, his head cocked to the side. "But I heard a male voice... Most probably in his teenage years..."

Deadpool giggled wildly at this and I was seriously starting to wonder if he had smoked something. Honestly, no amount of crazy in a human makes you look and sound so high! Not even the Joker or Harley were this insane! Not even me!

"Ginger! Where did you go, Baby Boo?" Deadpool sprang up from his place on the floor, making my eyes widen.

I understood me getting up so fast after some recovery time because of my healing rate. But... How did Deadpool jump up from that fall? He should be bed-ridden because of it! Not jumping up and searching for me!

"Why are you dressed as if today was Halloween?" The man with a handgun asked, the weapon still pointing at the insane person as he started searching from car to car.

"What?! Today's not Halloween?" Deadpool looked at them, hands on his head in complete shock. "But I ordered my maid costume for today only!"

The three men were clearly disgusted by his words but Deadpool just shrugged at their reactions and started looking from broken car pile to damaged car pile, trying to find me inside one.

Suddenly some light posts I had not noticed turned on and my sight was filled with white, making me gasp. The sudden shock made me move my hand to cover my eyes and... Well, I have said I have the worst luck ever, right? Well, I forgot that both my hands were still restrained together so I created force with both of them, and that was so much that I suddenly found myself flying through the air.

There was a shout of shock and worry and just when I thought I was going to hit the floor hard once more, I ended up landing in someone's strong arms. My eyes were closed shut because I wasn't in the mood to see bones sticking out of my skin, but when I opened them, I found Deadpool looking down at me with worried eyes... Slits... Masks are annoying.

"Ginger! Don't you ever dare do that ever again! Those wore the scariest ten seconds in my life!" Deadpool chastised as he set me down on my feet and all I could do was chuckle nervously while the three men with weapons looked on at us.

"Um... Hi..." I said lamely as Deadpool continued ranting, making all of them look at me with different emotions.

"You're Ginger?" The medium-sized man asked, pointing at me with his gun. "I thought Crazy over there said you were a girl."

"The prettiest belle in this part o' the state!" Deadpool answered as he slung an arm over my shoulder, hugging me tightly.

I really didn't understand his behavior. This man hadn't known me for more than two hours but still he treated me as if we had been best friends since child hood. He was crazy, that I understood. But having him be so mother hennish towards me while at the same time being random was actually starting to make my brain hurt.

"That's not my real name." I sighed as Deadpool gasped in shock, slapping my shoulder.

"Don't you dare say that, Gingey! My name is Cinnamon and you are Ginger and together we're like The Backstreet Boys, but less annoying!"

Clearly the three men in front of us were confused and unamused with what we were saying, but the tallest man was starting to worry me. He was frowning and his eyebrows were drawn in, as if thinking hard on something. This did not bode well.

"Hey... You two..." The tall man started to say, only to have Deadpool suddenly appear in front of him, hands in his hair.

"Oh. My. God! Ginger! You have to feel this guy's hair! It's so unbelievably soft and luscious and beautiful!"

"Hey, got off of him you freak!" The medium sized guy smacked Deadpool with his handgun, making the psycho gasp in shock and run away from him and behind me.

"Why must they be so mean, Ginger?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes at his antics, but did my best to smile at the men before me. "Hello. My name's not Ginger. It's... Uh..."

"Kid Flash!" The tall guy snapped his fingers with a smile, pointing at me.

His exclamation made the two other men stare at him while I just nodded slowly. "Sam? Did you hit your head or something? There's no way that's Kid Flash."

I cocked my head to the side while the tall man- Sam- turned to the shorter. "Dean, believe me. I know this sort of thing. That's undeniably Kid Flash."

Dean smirked at him and wiped his face with his hand, turning around. "And just how can a comic book character be standing in front of us right now?"

Sam shrugged because he really had no idea as to how that was possible, which made Dean nod. "Exactly what I mean!"

This set both men off in an argument, leaving the shortest to walk towards Deadpool and I with wary eyes. I didn't move an inch as he circle us but Deadpool was more than cooperative. He was fidgeting and moving around, hand twitching to grab at his gun but not yet daring to take it out.

"You two... Are not from here, correct?"

I nodded mutely, not daring to say anything as the two men continued arguing while they waved their respective weapons around in a threatening manner.

The short man nodded at this and his eyes narrowed, as if searching for something. He seemed to have found it because he cleared his throat and turned to the men fighting.

"Dean, Sam is right. These two are not from this world."

That stopped the man instantly and Dean turned to us with a face that clearly read 'Have you gone insane too?'.

"Cas, you've got to be kidding me man! There's no way comic book characters are real!"

"They're not, Dean." Sam breathed out then turned to us as well. "Did you guys travel through the universes?"

Dean smacked his arm, "Stop that, Sam! Comic book characters aren't real and traveling through time and your made universes is just science fiction! Not possible at all!"

Sam glared at the smaller man and seemed to be ready to actually hit him before Cas stepped in between them both and flicked Dean on the nose.

"Castiel!" Dean yelped in surprise, taking a step backward while Deadpool and I snickered at his expense.

A glare was sent our way by the wounded man but Castiel spoke just before Dean could shut us up, "It is perfectly rational what your brother is telling you, Dean. These two are not from this world." Then he turned to me, "But they're not from the same world either."

"Huh?" Sam asked, asking what Dean was thinking.

"Oh! I can answer that!" Deadpool exclaimed, but I slapped my handcuffed hands on his mouth before he could, managing to knock him backwards.

"It's not the first time I traveled, you guys. I landed in Deadpool's universe before we were both thrown here."

Castiel nodded at this, accepting it, while Sam nodded as well, albeit a bit slower. Dean just glared at us, clearly thinking we were idiots.

"Okay. I'll bite. Even if you two really are super heroes, what are you doing here? This ain't your world."

"That's because Iron Man's a big jerk that handcuffs children! You heard me, Tony Stark is a pervert!" Deadpool yelled from the floor, making me quirk an eyebrow at him.

Huh, he's not just the same old jokes. He can make new ones.

Dean stared at us for a second more then sheathed his gun and threw his arms up in the air. "I'm going to get myself a beer! Sam, Cas, do whatever the hell you want with them!"

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