One Year Later
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to DC or Marvel. I own Farrah/Persiana, Leon/Crisis, and Bast.
Chapter 3: Unexpected Visitor
Deadpool, the red and black clad mercenary, landed from a bright light onto a cold metal floor head first. His neck snapped inhumanly, but he suddenly stood up and straightened it out,
"Oh, boy. This author likes to make inter-dimensional travel painful. Not that that bothers me. He wouldn't dare kill Marvel's only salvation!"
He looked around the empty, dark room,
"Who am I talking to, anyway? Oh, right! The audience! They're the only ones that can hear me!"
"I can hear you, mortal."
Deadpool spun around,
"Who said that?"
A woman dressed in Egyptian robes, wielding a scimitar, and having the body of a woman and the head of a lioness, glared murderously at the wise-cracking mercenary,
"You are in the domain of Bast, goddess of vengeance. Leave, or suffer the consequences."
Deadpool blinked,
"Whoa, you're hot! Are you single?"
He then noticed the scimitar,
"Oh, I get it. You wanna fight!"
He pulled out his two sub-machine guns,
"Well, say hello to my little friends!"
The Merc-with-a-mouth was confused,
"These are my lines? Seriously, who writes this stuff?"
The two began the fight, Bast moving in for a quick strike. Deadpool fired his machine guns, spraying the area with hot, lead bullets. The goddess of felines changed her form to that of a were-cheetah and either dodged or deflected the bullets with her scimitar. She was able to get in close and kicked Deadpool in the chest. Deadpool lost his guns and pulled out his katana swords,
"All right, that's it! Now I'm mad!"
He charged and the sword battle commenced. Bast had to admit; this insane lunatic was keeping up with her. It was refreshing to have an opponent of this caliber; the only other skilled sword wielders were the Amazons and her now dead lover.
Sparks flew as the swords collided with each other. Deadpool taunted,
"Ooh, someone's frisky tonight! So, wanna do it later?
Bast hissed,
"You are no honorable man, despite how skilled you are with a blade."
Deadpool flexed his muscles,
"Oh, come on, what woman wouldn't want me? Look at me!"
He then felt the scimitar go through his chest. The mercenary shook his head,
"Ow. That hurt."
Bast pulled out the blade and smirked,
"Not yet, but this will."
As she went to slice his head off, Deadpool rolled out of the way and hit Bast with his blades. The goddess roared in pain and dropped to her knee. Deadpool grinned and stared at her backside,
"Sweet, you've got Tigra's ass for sure! Can I pet it?"
Before he could get an answer, however, a raven-haired young woman speared Deadpool into a wall. Her name is Donna Troy, former heroine Wonder Girl, now going by the codename Troia.
Deadpool had his head stuck in the wall. As he struggled to pull it out, Troia came near Bast,
"Are you all right, Bast?"
Bast snarled,
"I will be, once I turn the madman into chopped liver."
Deadpool pulled his head out and blinked,
"Wait, I don't taste good. And besides, liver? Liver's nasty!"
"All right, that's enough, all of you."
Nick Fury, the one-eyed former head of SHIELD, stepped out from the darkness,
"I'll take it from here."
Bast snarled,
"This fool came into my territory, and I was rightfully defending-."
The former SHIELD operative raised his hand,
"I know. I said I'll take it from here."
Bast shook her head and began limping out of the room, her healing factor helping her recover.
Deadpool grinned underneath his mask,
"Nick, buddy! How ya doing?"
Fury said flatly,
"Hello, Wade."
Deadpool laughed,
"Oh, you always were a great guy to hang around with. So, tell me, can I join SHIELD? Can I? I can be the next Jack Bauer! Can you imagine a TV series with me as the star?"
Wade put himself in a heroic pose, speaking in a loud, booming voice,
"Fighting for himself, money, and girls! Ok, just money and himself."
Fury rolled his eye and said,
"Maybe some other time. How did you get here?"
Deadpool looked at him,
"Dude, do you not know? Haven't you been reading everything that's been happening to me and the Deadpool Corps?"
He stood up, placing his hands on his hips,
"I am so disappointed in you."
He raised his head and was about to walk away when the one-eyed man said,
"Never mind, it's not important."
Deadpool was stunned. He turned and shouted,
"How can I not be important? I am Deadpool, Marvel's greatest property and most original since the X-men! My ass gets kissed by the executives because I saved their company and their fancy jets and fancy meals and fancy suits and fancy…fancy uh, fancy…fancy fancies!"
Fury shook his head,
"It's not important how you got here. The point is, you're here, and we could use you on the team."
Deadpool waved off,
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Team? As in, more people than me? Sorry, but I work solo. Me and teams don't go well together. Ask the X-men. They're afraid I might steal their thunder. Besides, they're so goody-good it cramps my style. You know, blood splatter and shooting is so much fun!"
Fury smirked,
"Trust me, you'll be doing a lot of that with this team."
He showed Deadpool to the main room, and Crisis was just entering. He was surprised,
"What the? How did Deadpool get in here?"
Persiana shook her head,
"I don't think that's a question that can be answered logically. With Deadpool, it's never logical."
Deadpool blinked,
"Persiana and Crisis, here? Damn, I knew things were bad, but this is getting interesting. So, who else-?"
He then noticed War Machine, Arsenal, Fire, and Punisher all in the room. He immediately cast his eyes on Fire, the green haired model and spy,
"Well, hello gorgeous."
Bea folded her arms and readied a fireball in her hands,
"Don't try it, bub."
Wade blinked,
"Have you been sleeping with Wolverine? You know he has a kid, right?"
Fury nodded,
"And that's why we're all here, Wade. We're here to hunt down Daken, and make the world a better place, without all the uptight morals."
He declared,
"Welcome to the Howling Commandos!"
Next Chapter:
A new serial killer is targeting heroes everywhere. Who are his first victims? Stay tuned, fellow readers!