It wasn't exactly a homely campfire the trio found themselves huddled around that night.

Normally, Toph would have never let the two off the hook this easily, but she was stressed. She'd had a falling out with her team, because of her usual bossiness and laziness. She needed comfort, and Iroh had eased her worries.

Unfortunately, Deadpool was in the package, too.

The Merc with a Mouth was well named. Toph couldn't stand the jokes he made on her expense, but his blabber did distract her from her problems.

"… And why are you even so badass anyways, huh? Last I heard, little girls like princesses and princes, not pummeling innocent travelers!"

"Shut up." She snarled.

"Why so Toph?" Asked Deadpool, before rolling on the floor near the fire, laughing like hell.

"Get it? Toph, tough…? Oh, I crack me up…" He wiped a tear from his eye.

Toph chuckled despite herself. That was a good one, Sokka had made it up once. The thought of her team was enough to sober her up once more.

Iroh noticed. "Do not worry." He said warmly, "Your friends did not mean what they said."

"But they don't get it. I don't want people treating me like I'm different just because I can't see!" Toph said.

"Ya don't get it, do ya?" Spoke up Deadpool.

"What?" Scowled Toph.

"They're just pissed that you're a lazy soft ass chick that doesn't want to work." Said Deadpool, twirling an imaginary moustache.

Toph's fist clenched. "Say that again?" She spoke menacingly.

Deadpool dove behind Iroh, pushing the old man between him and the enraged Earth bender. "You say you don't want to be treated different but you treat yourself differently! Aw damn it, ya sadistic fool of a fanfic writer, you had to write me saying it…"

Toph looked like she was going to explode, when she suddenly deflated.

"You're right." She said, defeated.

"I am? Oh, right, I am! I'm always right! I give better advice than Grandpa Yoda the tea and weed addict!" Boasted Deadpool.

Iroh sighed. "Look there, Deadpool."

Deadpool looked to see Toph was walking away from the fire, head bowed.

"What?" He asked.

Iroh glared at him.

"Hey, that ain't my fault!"

Iroh rubbed his forehead. "I'll go talk to her."

"Very well, assistant. I've given the cure- go monitor its effects! Hah, I said monitor!"

Iroh shook his head, muttering, and walked away after Toph.

He found her sitting on a small boulder. He stood next to her small frame, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Do not mind my companion. He speaks without thinking."

"But he was right. Everyone helped each other. Everyone contributed. Me? I was the lazy blind girl who bossed people around." She said, looking away. Even sad, she wasn't going to let Iroh see her red rimmed eyes.

"Perhaps so. But you can make amends."

"Can I?"

"Yes. Yes you can." Said Iroh confidently.

She looked at him, and wiped a ear. "Thanks."

"Ah, I ain't interrupting, am I? I ain't a mushy mushy kind of guy."

Both looked up to see Deadpool shifting foot to foot. Toph internally cursed herself. She hadn't been paying attention, she was so lost in self pity. If it had been someone else, they'd be dead by now.

"What is it, Deadpool?" Sighed Iroh.

"Well, there's this…" He turned his back on them, and Iroh gasped. Toph didn't, because she was blind, but it was probably for best she didn't see what the old man saw.

The entire back of his spandex top was torn and tattered. His skin was already covered in the scabs and scars Iroh had seen and that was bad enough, but he was impaled with a couple of arrows as well.

"What happened?" Iroh asked, snapping to attention.

"Band-aids. Nasty wogglies, too."

Iroh frowned. "I think you mean bandits."

"I don't sense anybody." Said Toph.

"What are you, Goku? Gohan? Bunch of 'em in the trees! They shot at me! These things hurt, you know!"

"Where are they?" Asked Iroh, scanning the surrounding area.

"Dining with the devil," Said Deadpool, patting his swords, which were currently hanging from his belt.

"You killed them?" Asked Toph in horror. She was tough, but killing someone was not something so light.

"No matter," Said Iroh quickly, trying to save Toph from Deadpool's rants, "Deadpool, you need medical attention. I have experience as a doctor…"

"Nah, no need, doc." He ripped the arrows out of his back almost nonchalantly. As a shocked Iroh watched, the wounds healed in front of his very eyes.

"How did…?" He muttered.

"I'm a fast healer, Yoda. Get used to it!" Said Deadpool, once more hanging his blades on his back.

"What's going on?" Growled Toph, frustrated.

Iroh had no idea what to say, so Deadpool filled in. "Nothing, sugarcakes. Don't get your tiny self all worked up."

Promptly, a large wedge of rock nailed him between his legs. Toph walked away, in the direction she had come from.

Deadpool meanwhile eased himself off the rock whimpering. He yelled, "THAT WAS SO NOT COOL!", Walking in the direction Toph was, before Iroh grabbed his arm. "We need to talk."

"It can wait Yoda! Sugarcakes is getting far, and my eenie meenie hurts!" Complained Deadpool in a whiny voice.

"We will talk later," Promised Iroh as he let Deadpool go. The mad mercenary ran off in the direction of Toph, singing "Psycho Killer", leaving Iroh standing there.

"What are you, Deadpool?" He asked himself thoughtfully.