WADE "DEADPOOL" WILSON'S P.O.V

The transmission. That's all the heroes cared about right now. Crazy things have been happening worldwide. From impossible hurricanes to spontaneous combustion.

Even if I did decide to follow through with it that forest is probably crawling with S.H.I.E.L.D agents that want to lock me up. Plus if the X-Men showed up . . . it would get brutal. Very, very brutal.

"Oh, $#!? I'm doing it again!" I cursed realizing I was narrating my own life again.

The habit wouldn't be a bad thing if I wasn't giving away everything. It was just one of those things that made people say I was crazy. I don't know if they're right and I don't care. I had no idea what the message meant. I didn't care about that either. I was overall a bad guy but these days I've been doing some pretty good guy type stuff. My main excuse was more girls but I figured that I had the power and I was immortal so I had a lot of time to waste anyway. I remember telling myself, "What have I got to lose?"

I was basically just bored on a roof because I didn't want my ex-wife to know where I was right now. If I went home she would call me and I really didn't want to go through that.

I jumped down and landed on the road. The impact was neutralized. I realized it probably wasn't a good idea to land in the middle of the road as I got hit by a car at full speed. I swore again at the sharp, sudden and fleeting pain. "Ow." I've felt worse though. I watched the last of the injuries heal, blood running down onto the ground.

When the driver scrambled out of the car I prepared to yell at him until I realized that it wasn't a him. It was a her. A super-cute her. "Oh, my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?! Oh my gosh!" she squealed.

"Don't worry about it. Didn't even hurt." I lied.

The patch of asphalt I had fallen on was stained by a dark puddle of blood. The girl had reddish-blonde hair and a little yellow dress. She pointed to my red and black-covered face. "You're-you're D-D-Deadpool!" at that point she had nothing short of a panic attack.

"It's okay! I'm not gonna- what do you think I'm gonna do to you?!" I had to get out of here or she was going to alert every cop within half of New York City.

"A voice screamed in my head but I ignored it. I ran into an alleyway and faced . . .

"Natasha Romanoff?" the beautiful S.H.I.E.L.D operative with scarlet hair was standing in front of me in a solid black (and noticeably skin-tight not that I'm complaining.) outfit.

"Wade Wilson. You're a hard man to find. Fortunately." She replied.

"You don't have to be mean about it." I shrugged.

"I also don't have to lock you up in a mental institution where you belong." the red-haired avenger shot back.

In a split second I pushed her against the brick wall and gripped her wrists. We would have shared breath if it weren't for my mask that covered my ruined face. It was all very . . . sensual. I gripped some of her hair in my fist. There was no sound except for the voices in my head and Romanoff's shaky, slow breathing. I scared her I realized with satisfaction. "Whoa, settle down. I'm not gonna hurt you, Sweetheart." the hunger was deep. The need to grab her and do horrible things to her. It was real. Probably part of my condition.

I forced myself to let go. I had to, in order to stop myself from knocking her out (or killing her) and tying her to a bed. I could see relief in her eyes when I let her go and color came back to her cheeks. Wow, did I really have that much of an effect on her. "I know who you are. I know what you've done." she gasped. "okay guys. move in he's not gonna come like this."

I was confused for a moment. Then I knew. The %!?*# hadn't come alone. As soon as I saw Rogers and his ex-Hydra, one-armed friend I ran. I guess I wasn't paying attention because a car slammed into me again. And again. As I tried to get passed the road, four more cars passed. "NO!" I jumped up before a truck could make my head explode.

This whole thing sucked. A lot. I smashed into a window. For a moment the world slowed down. shards of glass flew everywhere, it gave me a moment to decide where I was going to land. "How long is this slow-mo thing gonna last?" I asked whoever was doing this. (long story)

I landed, rolling on the ground and standing up again. I turned, pistols raised toward the two super soldiers. Me and Bucky Barnes had encountered each other before and it hadn't ended well. Few encounters involving me did. Now he and Captain America were in pursuit of me.

I felt a bullet pierce my chest. This just looked so bad as I turned around and ran up the stairs. Call it karma, call it revenge, call it whatever the &*^|\ you want to but it looked pretty bad.