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I don't like this idea.

I don't either. Can't we think of some other way to find this guy?

"Hi friends. Please take a flier. I'm a superhero looking to join The Cape, but I haven't had any luck in finding him. If anyone knows how to get in touch with him or a friend of a friend of a friend of an uncle's niece's cousin of his, please let him know that Deadpool is here to help in any way he can."

Deadpool was standing on a crate telling this to a mass of people who had gathered around him. He was also in the middle of town. Most people looked at him like he was crazy, but a few took the fliers from him. Those who did take a flier, done so mostly out of curiosity. Deadpool was wearing his full get up from his red and black spandex, to the Uzis and grenades he carried with him. He had been doing this for about two days.

I say this is a waste of time. We've not had any leads from this.

Let's go home and let Pawn keep his money.

"I thought you were the ones who were all for this in the first place?"

That was before we saw the news van.

"What news van?" As Deadpool turned around to see a van with a satellite parked on the other side of the street. "What's going on over there?"

How should we know? We're not able to see the future. You should have brought Longshot, or Cable with you if you wanted your future told.

Hey we can go see Cable and he can help us.

"No. I think he's still made over that whole chimichanga in the arterial replicator deal."

If it wasn't a microwave they shouldn't have left it in the lunch room.

We weren't in the lunch room. But still, Cable didn't have to get that mad.

As Deadpool was having this partially internal conversation, he had walked across the street to where the news van was parked. He was so curious about what the media could be doing there that didn't involve him, that he didn't even pay attention to the cars on the road. Luckily for Deadpool he made the trip unscathed.

When Deadpool rounded the van, he saw a camera man setting up.

"Excuse me. What's going on?"

"Some whacko is inside the bank demanding money. It's good timing on my part. My boss sent me down here to do an interview with a shmuck claiming to be a superhero. I mean can you believe…" The camera man had everything ready and finally turned to the man he had been talking to.

"So where are the cops?" The man didn't answer.

Did he break his brain?

Let's cut off the top of his skull and check.

"We can't do that. We're on the good guy's team, remember? Hello. Anyone home?"

"Uh, yeah. Well you see this bank isn't protected by ARK securities." That didn't explain anything to Deadpool, but the way the man said it he probably thought that was the only explanation he needed to give.

"Anyways. Since you didn't want to talk to me about being a superhero, you can film me being superheroie." Deadpool's voice made it clear that it wasn't a suggestion.

"Sure." It was hard to tell if the camera man followed the strangely dressed man into the bank to film him out of curiosity or fear.

Deadpool strolled into the bank rather nonchalantly. So far he hadn't seen anyone in this town who would be a challenge for him, and he had no reason to think that a bank robber would be any different. "Make sure you get my good side, and keep that camera rolling at all time. I wouldn't want you to miss anything. Is that one of the new ones that's digital, or does it use film? It doesn't really matter I guess, unless it uses film and you didn't bring enough that is. How's the charge on the batter?"

"It's one of the newer ones, and the batter is fully charged."

"That's good. Fret no more good citizens! Deadpool has come to save you from this villous scoundrel!"

Since when do we speak like that?

I thought he was trying to sound heroic.

There were three gun men in the bank. Each had on ski masks and baggy clothes to keep them from being identified later. One was behind the counter and was most likely getting the money. The other two were out in the lobby keeping their guns trained on the hostages, all four of them counting the three bank employees. The two turned their guns on Deadpool. Both had hand guns, but Deadpool's well trained eye for hidden weapons told him that the person on the left had a bigger weapon under their jacket.

"I don't know who you think you are dude, but get on the floor and shut up!"

"I would love to do that for you, but I got this guy with me holding a camera and doing what you ask just wouldn't be very superheorie."

"I'm not gonna say it again freak! Get on the floor and shut up." The man cocked the handgun to show that there was no veiled threat.

One second Deadpool was standing right where he had stopped after entering the bank, and the next he was gone. There was a red light and smoke where Deadpool had been. The same strange light and smoke just materialized behind the man on the left. Once the smoke cleared, and it seemed to clear quicker then smoke should and it didn't spread out to disappear either, Deadpool was revealed to be standing in the center of it.

"Boo." The man almost jumped out of his skin.

"How did? Where?" The man was stammering and his grip on the gun was becoming much shakier.

The other man had also turned to face Deadpool. He wasn't as talkative, but he did seem to have more courage. His gun wasn't shaking.

With another smoked and light show, Deadpool was no longer behind the two hoods. He was now behind the counter. "Are you guys really robbing a bank? I mean it's been done to death. Why don't you rob a candy store or a JC Penny? At least at either of them you would get a good taste."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Asked the robber that was with Deadpool behind the counter.

"Just this." And with that Deadpool punched the man in the mouth. "I bet that left a bad taste in your mouth."

The other two had drawn a conclusion that Deadpool was not the clown they originally thought, and brought their guns to bare against the mouthy nuisance. They fired, but not fast enough to score a hit before Deadpool could vanish in that weird smoke and light again.

This time he reappeared to the robber's right, placing his self between them and the hostages. "You guys ain't too bad. But my doorknobs are bigger." Deadpool pulled out two submachine guns wielding one in each hand.

Shouldn't you NOT do this?

We are supposed to be a superhero remember?

Deadpool opened fire on the two bank robbers.

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