I stayed pressed to the wall of the building as I peered in the window.

There he was.

And here I was, standing on a ledge fifty feet above the ground, breaking into a secure government facility.

The target was a tough-looking black man with a steel gaze and an air of- well, I wasn't quite sure of what. But he didn't look like the kind of guy I wanted to mess with.

Especially not with the patch over his left eye.

No, Nicholas Joseph Fury was not a man I wanted to get in a fight with.

Tyler had told me about the director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. According to him, Fury was a murdering maniac who was responsible for several assassinations and false-flag terrorist attacks.

Good. At least that eased my conscience somewhat. Maybe I wasn't really a bad mercenary; just a vigilante who dealt with the real evil people in unorthodox ways.

My preferred weapon, as I'd recently found out, is a pair of katanas. But for this mission, I unholstered a pistol and aimed at Fury's head.

Then a thought came into my head: What if Tyler's lying? What if Nick Fury is innocent?

Now here was a dilemma: Assume Fury really is what Tyler says, and kill him without knowing for sure he deserved it. Or let him live and defy Tyler's orders.

One of the voices in my head told me, It doesn't matter! You're a bad guy. Not a hero. You'll never be a hero. Accept it and shoot Nick Fury.

That did it.

I re-holstered the gun.

But I was not out of trouble.

Fury turned his head just in time to see me, and he ducked. Gee, maybe I shouldn't wear a highly visible red suit for my missions. But it was iconic. It was Deadpool.

I looked at the ground below.

And leaped.

As I plummeted downward, several thoughts ran through my head:

If Tyler is, in fact, lying, then is my name really Jack?

Who is my wife?

Who is Tyler?

Is Tyler his real name?

Am I Wade Wilson?

If not, who is Wade?

If Tyler is lying, then why was I in Weapon X?

Am I really a mercenary?

Where can I get a good burger?

And then, as these thoughts spiraled around in my mind, I grabbed hold of a lower ledge, stopping my fall. Swinging relatively softly to the ground, I took off across the front lawn of SHIELD headquarters.

I had to get away.

I mentally kicked myself as I bolted down the grass strip. Dude, what are you doing?! You're in wide open space, an easy target!

But I still wasn't thinking completely clearly. Weapon X had taken a toll on my mind.

Miraculously, I was able to duck into a subway tunnel before I could be shot.

But one problem.

Here came the subway.

I leapt across the tracks, barely missing the deadly third rail as I jumped up onto the narrow ledge that ran through the tunnel. The train whizzed by, and I pressed myself as hard as I could against the tunnel wall.

Finally, the train made it past me. I hopped down to the tunnel floor and started running until I was sure no one was chasing me.

No one was.

But someone was waiting for me.

"Don't move!" commanded the attractive red-haired woman as she trained a gun on my forehead.

Instinctively, I ducked to the ground, going for her ankles. But the woman was good. Very good. She jumped up as I dove, and landed on my back. She pointed the pistol down at me.

"That wasn't very nice," I said as I kicked upward, sending the weapon flying into the darkness of the tunnel. She looked away for just a second, and I got up.

I didn't know for sure that Fury was corrupt, and no matter if he was or not, I didn't know about his agents- of which this woman was one; she wore a black uniform with a SHIELD patch on the shoulder. Uncomfortable with the idea of killing someone innocent, whether Tyler said I had done it or not, I opted not to use my katanas.

I could handle this hand-to-hand.

And it looked like she could too.

Leaping forward with a war cry and a series of quick punches and kicks, I drove the woman back for a second. But almost instantaneously, she responded, kicking me hard in the gut.

Her radio chirped: "Natasha, have you obtained a visual on the subject?"

In the middle of the fight, as she connected her fist to my jaw, she calmly replied, "Yeah, he's here, Director Fury. A little help?"

"On the way," Fury responded as I retaliated with a jab to Natasha's stomach. She doubled down, and I took the opportunity to knock her out with a blow to the head. She'd be ok, but she wouldn't be catching me.

But Fury's men were on the way, so I had to get away from them before I was safe.

And then I could sort out what exactly was going on, and whether or not I was who Tyler Dayspring said I was.