Author's Note - My favorite and probably most dreaded part...the introduction of one Mr. Wade Winston Wilson aka Deadpool. Ok so the skinny if you don't know, Deadpool is insane and by going by the comics he has two other personalities in his head that interact with him and each other you will see them pointed out in bold and italic while the Wade speaking is bold & italic. Deadpool also breaks the fourth wall, he knows he's a comic book, I'm trying to bring that into this story and because it a re-write I'm bringing that piece into the 4th wall shtick. I'm trying not to make him too quippy or one liner-y but at the same time have him be the funny and insane character I love. (Sorry...I'm almost done I swear).
Legal stuff - I do not own any Marvel characters but if I had a choice it would be Wade Wilson and I do not own any DC characters either (you'll see).
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So, I'm done typing your ear off, so here's the next chapter, sorry it's kinda short, please enjoy, read and review, thank you!
The day started off like the last 70 had, holier than thou Nick Fury barking orders at him through the Bat-phone. It was all blah, blah, Skrull queen, blah, blah computer virus, blah, blah, don't mess it up, same shit different day. As sappy as it was…
"And boy was it!"
"Do you mind, I'm trying to inner monologue here. Where was I?"
"Being sappy about what's her name."
"Oh, right, thanks," as sappy as it was he missed Andy. These two month long missions with only a week home were starting to get to him. All he had time to do was sleep and prepare for the next trip out. He missed the freedom of being a mercenary, but he was doing this for her, she was worth it.
"Do you have déjà vu?"
"They have ointment for that."
"If I wasn't a separated personality and had my own eyes, I'd be rolling them. I meant that we've done this before. This seems awfully familiar."
"Hmm…let me think."
"Well this could take a while."
"Are you two done…I've still got a monologue to finish."
"Oh yeah, wasn't she British too?"
His phone rang interrupting and he punched the speaker button, Fury's deep voice echoed through the small hotel room, "Deadpool?"
"What's up Nicky?"
"Have you memorized the new specs that we sent?"
"Yeah, child's play, get in, get out maker her scream."
"I know he's said that before. Hey can't you come up with anything more original?"
"Who are you talking to?"
"I don't know, he does it all the time, figured I'd give it a try."
"Listen Wilson this is a delicate operation, so the sooner this is over the sooner you can go home. So don't screw it up!"
"When have I ever screwed things up," Wade hung up before Fury had a chance to actually list anything. Wilson started to pack up his gear when the phone rang again. "Look, Nicky I'm not sorry," he started.
"Wilson, pack up and get back to the manor."
"What?"
"What?"
"What?"
"Logan," Wade said gleefully, "buddy is that you? How'd you get this number?"
"Stop screwin' around and get back home, now! You're the only one that can talk some sense into her," Wolverine growled into phone.
"What happened? Is she ok? Dammit Logan, talk to me!"
"She's walkin' into a trap."
"Did you try and stop her?"
"What does he mean? Are we gonna have to save her? Ooh, perfect opportunity for rescue sex!"
"Seriously?"
"What, it's a thing!"
"A pathetic thing, but if it gets us laid, who am I to argue."
"Hey, shut up! Woman I love in possible mortal danger. Why would she knowingly walk into a trap? Logan, I'm not gonna ask again, what happened?"
"She got a card invitin' her to dinner in the city and tickets to the theater," he said the sentence in such a way it was like the world was coming to an end.
Wade laughed hysterically for five minutes, "No more, Logan," he wiped a tear away. "Oh, that's good, dinner and a show equal mortal danger! Tell me another! Can kittens turn you to stone with their icy stares of death too? It was probably Stark or Rogers or hell even Coulson, people I don't need to worry or care about. Dom will fine," he went to hang up the phone.
"It was Creed," Logan told him.
Deadpool's eyes narrowed through his mask, "Creed," he hissed, "I'll be right there."