Wade stood in front of a shooting range pretty much dead centre of NYC, grinning proudly behind his mask.

"Told you fuckers I could find it on my own!" people on the streets gave the crazy man decked out in red, loaded down with weapons and talking to himself a wide berth. Wade ignored their stares.

[Bravo. You possess a skill that everyone in your line of work has. Congratulations, you've done the bare minimum.] Wade grinned wider. "Yeah, but I did it on my own! No sources, no asking for help! Just me." {It took you over a week.} Wades smile faltered. "Well. um." Wade frowned for a moment, before his grin returned. "But you said that I would take weeks, and I did it faster than that! And" he continued. "I didn't give up in a week either! So I win."

Wade skipped up to the door of the shooting range with a wide grin. "Let's do this."

Deadpool kicked the door in, simultaneously unholstering a pistol and aiming it at the first sign of movement. The receptionist shrieked as she dove underneath the counter, cowering in fear. Deadpool ignored her, since she worked for the front of the business, and probably had no idea that her bosses were Hydra. Probably. {shoot her anyway}

There's a door behind the counter that proudly proclaims 'Personnel Only', and Deadpool vaults the counter and makes for it. He glances at the lady as he goes past, and notices that she's hit the panic button. [you should have shot her when you got in here. We don't need anymore attention.] what's done is done, though, and Deadpool only shoots her in the shoulder before he kicks down the personnel door.

There's a short hallway, two doors on either side, and a staircase leading up. Three of the doors are normal, and the last one has a keypad. He kicks it, but the door doesn't cave. [it's reinforced, you moron. What, you think they want just anyone wandering into their super secret facility?] "Well, we're not just anyone, are we?" {we're special}

Deadpool shoots the handle, and the bullet ricochets off it and hits him in the shoulder. "Fuck!" [nice going, moron. I said the door is REINFORCED] "I didn't think that meant bullet proof" [this is Hydra we're dealing with, of course it's bulletproof.] {*gasp* EXPLOSIONS!} "Ah, Fuck! Warn a guy if you're going to scream!"

Deadpool pulled out a grenade, pulled the pin, dropped the grenade, and ducked into one of the other rooms in the hall. Predictably, it was unlocked. The boom from the grenade knocked the door off its hinges and threw Wade halfway across the room. He stumbled back to his feet awkwardly, then rolled his mask up to spit out a glob of blood. The ringing in his ears was gone almost before it had even started, so he pulled the mask back down and walked back into the hall. It was on fire.

[what the fuck was that?] "our way in!" [at what point was it a good idea to BLOW UP THE HALLWAY?! ARE YOU TRYING TO GET US KILLED?] {I thought it was a spectacular idea. And look, it worked!} [AAARGH!] and it had worked. The door was still intact, technically even still in its frame, but it was also lying on the floor just on the other side of the doorway. Deadpool stepped through the hole. "You two aren't exactly being helpful right now, ya know? The screaming is preeety distracting." [I hate you two so, so much.] "feeling's mutual, buddy. Now shut up."

On the other side of the door was a seemingly normal office, but Deadpool knew better. He was smarter than that. Sometimes. There was a bookshelf on the far wall, and the office was shorter than the one he had taken cover in by just that much, that it was suspicious. Deadpool threw another grenade, then used the door as a shield. He was still thrown into the wall - damn, he needed to get a few less powerful explosives - but at least he wasn't burnt to a crisp, or on fire, like the rest of the room was.

As he had expected, there was a staircase behind the bookshelves. He stepped up to the top of them, and peered down. At the bottom he could faintly see red lights flashing, and the sound of a warning alarm blaring faintly drifted up the stairs. Damn, that was some good soundproofing. Deadpool started down the stairs. [why are you like this?] "Dunno. Torture, probably." {Daddy issues} Deadpool snorted a laugh. "Yeah, that too."

He was met with a firing squad at the bottom of the stairs. As soon as he reached them, they opened fire. "Aw, is this all for me?" Deadpool asked, returning fire and completely ignoring the burning pain of the gunshot wounds. It's not like it mattered, they wouldn't be there for long, and he so adored the look of terror on their faces when they realised that he was unkillable. Someone at the back shouted something into a radio, inaudible over the sound of gunfire, and Deadpool shot him in the head. His body slumped to the floor like a ragdoll, and Deadpool laughed.

The last man dropped to the ground, and Deadpool mimed blowing smoke from his guns before he reloaded and holstered them. He surveyed his work for a brief moment, then turned to go further into the facility. That was when it happened. He felt the ground shake before he heard it, a tortured scream that made tears spring to his eyes, and his eardrums burst. It was the sound of lost souls, the last desperate cries of a dying creature. His heart pounded so hard in his chest that he felt like it was going to burst. His brain felt like mush, and he dropped to his knees as the world spun around him. Some of the lights in the ceiling exploded, and then it was over, so quickly that Wade thought he might have imagined it.

[{what was THAT?}] but he couldn't have imagined it. They would have known if he did. Wades ears popped.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out."