Disclaimer: Marvel Entertainment owns everything, with the exception of Cat who is my own creation. This is a work of fanfic, no copyright infringement intended.

Author's note. This story takes place in the altered reality ruled by Magneto and the HOUSE OF M, created by the reality-warping powers of the Scarlet Witch. As such, the histories and affiliations of some characters may have changed significantly. This story came when I got Deadpool and Garrison Kane Mixed up. Kane is mentioned as a field commander in House of M 6#. By the time I realised my mistake I'd written this story and was hooked. Hope you are too.

Author note apologises for spelling or grammar errors, I'm not great at either. PLEASE DON'T POINT THIS OUT!

Chapter 4 Deadpool

"You'll have to excuse the mess." Captain Wade Wilson said, as he led them into his office.

"I don't entertain much."

The room was small and cramp. A desk bearing a computer terminal and 3 chairs took up most of the room.

"Can offer you something to drink? Tea? Coffee?"
They both declined, fighting the urge to stare at his face, which was a mass of scar tissue with two bright blue eyes staring out at them.

He appeared aware of their scrutiny.

"A relic of what you wish to discuss." He said calmly. "I was a Mercenary, but I caught terminal cancer. I heard rumours of a Government project, so I volunteered, hoping they could cure me." He snorted. "I spent 10 years in conditions that would have disgusted dogs. Got a healing factor that got rid of the cancer, but left me like this." He indicated his face.

"We used to bet," he continued quietly. "Who'd croak first. Why I took the codename Deadpool."

"Guess you lost." Lucas joked, trying to lighten the mood. He failed.

"We spoke to Cat; she said that she gave the knife on to you."

"Bit misleading. She attacked me as we were been led from the cells. The guards separated us, and I discovered that she had given me a knife." He lifted his eyes to gaze at them.

"I'm not a mutant. I'm a baseline Sapien, a MetaHuman at best. Cat gave me something I needed, something I didn't have before. A weapon."

"Do you know what happened to the knife?" asked Lily. Wade got to his feet and walked over to a glass case.

"We passed it around in the weeks that followed. The guards thought they'd broken us." An evil smile crossed his face. He unlocked the case and withdrew its content. A single Fairburn dagger.

"I have no idea how Wolverine's end started. You'd have to ask him." He laid the knife on table.

"Mind if we keep this?" Bishop asked,

"Why?"

"If we can match it to the guard-"

"It's not a guard's knife. It's not a SHIELD Knife either. It's a circa 1942 Fairburn dagger, personalised." He smiled his voice fully of professional admiration.

Lily shifted nervously.

"Why come back to SHIELD after what happen?" Bishop asked.

Wade withdrew a file.

"This" he said quietly, "is a copy of the original SHIELD investigation. It contains the list of the survivors and dead, over 2million of them. I want justice for them. For the living as well. For Cat torment with nightmares. For Wolverine who can't even be sure of his own name. For Kyle who is so screwed up, that he won't be with the girl he loves. For Maverick who can't hear the word he wants more than anything. For Laura who never had a childhood. And for everyone else those bds destroyed." He turned to face Lucas and Lily.

"I'm a dead man, who still walking, detectives." He said calmly. "All I can do is try and save the living. Make sure no one knows my world again. That's why SHIELD." He paused before adding. "They got the answers we all need detectives."