Heyho! I'm back! Sorry if I get Deadpool wrong, I don't know much about him aside from: He's insane, the Merc with a Mouth, Scarred heavily from cancer which led him to weapon X, has a better healing factor than Wolverine, and his real name is Wade Wilson. Fourth wall? What fourth wall?

After all had been said and done, Tony and Loki were sat on top of a skyscraper. "So, since some sort of spell hit you, the team have arc reactors?" "Close, they feel what it's like to have a reactor."

Loki tapped his chin, lost in thought. "Did she say anything when she cast the spell?" This time Tony tapped his chin. His ironman suit was a little ways off, not out of reach in case of an attack, but still off.

Tony would admit it willingly. He was comfortable with Loki. "She yelled something like 'SHOTE ANIMA FREDU TYTU!'" Tony mocked.

"Ah, a simple enchantment. I should be able to undo it, but I would have to confront your team." Loki sounded almost worried, mainly about how his brother would react.

That was when there was a giggle behind them. Tony spun around, as did Loki.

It was Deadpool. "Hey! Didn't you invade New York a while ago? I'm a huge fan!" Deadpool giggled again, and Loki decided it would be wise to not remind him of the chimichanga.

"Why are you here Deadpool?" Tony inquired.

"Oh! I got a job!" Tony immediately tensed. "From some W.A.T.E.R. Guy."

Tony made a move towards the suit. Deadpool stopped him. "Ah ah ah! I'm not done talking yet. It would be rude to leave!" This time Loki intervened.

Using his magic, he blasted Deadpools arm, which had been holding Tony back. Tony sprinted to the suit, and Deadpool began growing his arm back. "Now that wasn't nice at all!" He unsheathed a Katana with his good arm.

He swung it at Loki, and sliced straight through one of the horns on his helmet, stopping just before his head. With his other arm, which had finished regenerating, Deadpool got one of his Guns, and fired a shot. "One."

The bullet went directly between Tony's legs, and hit the suit, causing it to keel over from the force. "Didn't I say it would be rude to leave? As I was saying, before you interrupted me, I was hired by Hydration to get you, Tony! How lucky are you!"

Deadpool dropped the katana, leaving it to swing dangerously close to Loki's face. Just before it made impact, a thin, almost invisible strand of webbing stopped it.

Deadpool turned to Tony, and spread his arms out to either side, tilting his head a little. "Oh come on Birthday Boy I wanted to have some fun. Is that all you got?" Deadpool sounded disappointed, then giggled.

A low whistle sounded off to the side. "So you're Deadpool huh?" Deadpool turned slightly, acknowledging the voice. "Do you really have a healing factor all that great?" The voice came from the other side then.

Deadpool laughed. "How else would I have gotten my arm back, hey, Guys!" Deadpool turned to face the screen. "Can you get a load of this? He sounds like he doesn't believe me!" Loki peered over the Merc's shoulder, looking at Tony, questioningly. Tony had turned around when the voice first sounded, and met Loki's eyes.

They both shrugged.

With The Other Avengers

Cap was pacing back and forth in the living room. The one on the Avengers floor that is. Far too many living rooms in that tower.

"Tony should have been back by now." Steve stated.

Bruce, who was sat on the couch, sighed, rubbing his brow. "Steve, we've been over this. He probably lost track of time." Jennifer, who was sat next to him, rubbed his back sympathetically.

They had had that conversation four or five times. Steve finally sat down, and winced. Suddenly everytime pain flashed over Tony's features when he sat down to hard, and how he seemed to gently lower himself into a seat came to mind.

Steve had never seen Tony willingly let anything, aside from shirt or the suit touch the reactor.

Steve had also never seen him in the training room, or lie on his stomach.

There was so many things Steve did on a normal basis, that now, he couldn't.

Suddenly Steve, despite knowing no Russin, knew exactly what Natasha had said that afternoon made sense.

"He Drinks."

~ShadeShadow