There was a rustling in the bushes; Logan was the first to hear it. Standing, his extended his claws. As the rustling got closer, Logan snarled and jumped in the bushes.

Gwen and Emma ran out first, sensing the disturbance, followed by the rest.

There was kicking and screaming until Logan and someone else rolled into the clearing. Logan held the other down, his claws extended.

Deadpool wriggled, trying to get free.

"Wilson!" Logan snarled. "What are you doing here?"

"Apparently, bottoming."

Logan jumped off the mercenary, who stood and brushed himself off.

"So what's the deal?" Gwen asked.

Deadpool started to say something, but was interrupted.

"What is he doing here?" Everyone parted, letting 22 through. Her fist were balled around her swords, and she looked pissed.

"Hi, Ari!" Deadpool said, jumping into Nick's arms. "Don't let her near my you-know-whatsits!"

Nick dropped him, and Deadpool scrambled up.

22 rushed at him, her sword raised – Deadpool easily blocked with his own sword. The two attacked, the sound of swords clashing making the others ears ring. Deadpool and 22 were equally matched in every way.

Finally, Deadpool pulled a gun from his holster, aimed, and fired off four rounds.

Emma changed to diamond form as the younger kids screamed; she grabbed Deadpool around the neck, ready to snap it at a moments notice.

"You son of a bitch! You shot me! You shot me right in the chest!" As the smoke cleared, you could see where 22's wounds were healing over as though nothing had ever happened.

Deadpool wriggled out of Emmas hold. "Does this mean I win?"

"You cheated, stupid."

"Did not."

"Did too."

22 rolled her eyes. "Who wrote this stupid script anyway? It's Bendis, right? Freaking Bendis, always thinking he can mess with the olden days! When I get my hands on him . . ."

"Nah, it's not Bendis. It's something else," Deadpool replied. "I think it's called FictonFan or something."

"What are you two talking about?" Gwen asked.

22 looked at her. "Woops. I forgot I was here."

"Okay, stop! What's going on, you two?" Gwen asked.

"Oh, did I forget to mention it to you, Wolverine?" 22 asked.

"Mention what?" demanded the older X-Man.

"Deadpool wasn't just my first hit. . ."

Deadpool put his arm around 22. "I'm her daddy!"

"Get off, you smell like cheese and B.O.!" Exclaimed 22, pushing Deadpool away. "God, you're such an asshole." she spun around and walked towards her tent.

"Let me know if you want me to tuck you in and read you a bed time story!" Deadpool called after her. He chuckled to himself. "I am such a good dad."

"You have to be screwing me," Logan said.

"No way!" Deadpool sat down next to Cable, who grunted his hello. This was nothing out of the norm for him.

"Who's her mother?" Logan asked.

Deadpool tapped his chin. "Pretty sure it was Emma that I was with that night. Or Jean. Or Kitty. Or all three."

Emma and Jean looked at each other, rolling their eyes.

"Anyway, that's not important," Deadpool said. "What is important, is, hey, Deadpool is here! And now you can invite me to be an X-Man."

"Uh, no," Rachel said.

"C'mon! Pretty please! With Stan Lee's dandruff on top?"

Jean shook her head. "You're so weird."

"That's the point!" Exclaimed the Merc. "You need weird! Please, please, please!"

"Fine!" Logan snapped. "We'll try this - again - and see if you last."

"Oh boy! Oh Boy!" Deadpool held up his hand for a high five.

Everyone walked away.