The small inn was packed with drinkers. A bunch of Earth Nation soldiers were holed up in one corner.
An old man entered the inn, ordering a tea in a pleasant voice. As he sipped it, and inevitable cringed at the foul taste, he sat down next to a young man with bags under his eyes.
"Ah, excuse me young man." Said the old man, in reality the Dragon of the west, brother of the Fire lord, Iroh himself. "I was hoping to rendezvous with a friend. Has anyone recently passed by?"
The man snorted, and said. "Unless your friend was damn Zuko of the damn fire nation, no. The damn prince of the damn fire nation was damn here. Damn."
Iroh's eyes widened. Zuko had blown his cover here. Why?
He would ask, but the door to the inn opened again. Not gently either. As the remaining charred remains of the door rained over suddenly sober drunks, Deadpool stood there, wielding some sort of flamethrower.
"Ooh, do you guys serve Chimichangas? I love Chimichangas! They're like me- they look AND taste good! All the ladies just wanna bite of ol' Deadpool! Say, any of you guys got a GPS?" He chattered.
The Earth soldiers stood up, slightly nervous after the last encounter they'd had with strangers and fire.
Their leader, wielding a hammer, guffawed. Deadpool noticed that behind him was a broken looking woman. Her cheeks were bruised, her clothes tattered. Behind his mask, Deadpool's face hardened.
"And who are you, you nut case?" The man, named Gow sneered.
"Let's see… I'm here to be the main character in this story, kick ass and take names, and then have a good time… at least according to the writer, that is. I just realized your ass is one I'd like to kick, but that would mean I'd have to kick the whole of you, 'cuz you ARE an ass." Jabbered the mad merc.
Someone laughed. Gow looked to his right to see Iroh unsuccessfully trying to hide a wide grin. He snarled and clubbed the ground with his hammer, and a rock jutted out, flying for Iroh's head.
Iroh's mouth opened and ejected a large flame that burned up the rock. It then slightly burned Gow's clothes. As people ran away screaming or hid, the Earth Nation soldiers backed away.
"BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ya freakin bean pod, ya just got your slimy behind singed by an old man! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Laughed Deadpool.
Iroh smiled. "The tea was hot." He explained.
Gow grimaced, and signaled to the others to leave. The odds were against him. "We'll meet again." He growled.
As he turned to leave, Deadpool yelled. "And leave the woman!"
Gow glared at him. "Why? Who is she?"
"Yo' mama, suckah!" Said Deadpool, raising the Flame thrower.
Gow growled, but left the woman.
Iroh approached the woman, who was now on the ground, sobbing. He kneeled beside her.
"What is your name, daughter?" He asked kindly.
"S-Sensu." She said, trying to control herself.
Deadpool watched the old man prying details from the woman and comforting her. He then left from the door.
Ten minutes later, Gow and the Earth soldiers were at their usual gambling spot, when a grenade came from nowhere, killing half of them.
Two remaining soldiers reached for their weapons, when in a blur of red and black in the smoke, one of them was dead. As the other looked around nervously, before he was shot in the back.
Gow was few meters away, coughing blood. One of his eyes was shut where wooden debris had nailed him. As his good eye opened, he saw the madman in spandex from the inn. He considered Earth Bending, but he couldn't even move a pebble in this state.
"Why?" He croaked.
Deadpool reloaded his desert eagle. "There are a lot of reasons, bub. I don't like people who take advantage of women. I don't like people who shit around with me. I also don't like your face. Also, the writer wanted to show the reader that I ain't ALL fun n' games. So… bye bye, cow! Have a moo!"
He pulled the trigger.