It had been a few hours since I had escaped from the SHIELD agents chasing me, and now I trekked through the woods outside of the Washington, DC metropolitan area.

I tried to clear up, in my mind, what was going on.

You're an assassin, a voice told me. You're a cold-blooded killer. I didn't want that to be true, but what if it was?

Then another voice told me, No. You're not a killer. You were never a mercenary; you were a hero. You still are.

I didn't know which one to believe. Hero or killer? Hero or killer? What am I?

But I did know one thing.

I was not going to go back to Tyler Dayspring.

Suddenly I had an idea. I whipped out the cell phone Tyler had given me, and dialed a number he'd supplied me with.

The man I was calling was known by the street name Weasel. He was an arms dealer, and had supplied me with all the weapons I now carried.

After a few rings, Weasel picked up. "Hey, man, what's up? Be quick; I'm talking with a man from Hydra who wants to buy- well, that doesn't matter. Just be quick."

I mentally reviewed my plan. "I need you to get me in contact with a SHIELD agent."

I could tell Weasel was uncomfortable. "A SHIELD agent? Dude, I do black market weapons, not government contracts. I'm…me, not Tony Stark. Like I said, I'm dealing with Hydra right now. SHIELD would arrest me."

"No, they wouldn't."

"Oh, really. Why wouldn't they?" There was sarcasm in his voice.

"Because you'll be helping them catch the man who tried to have their director killed."

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Nick Fury was relaxing at his desk when SHIELD Deputy Director Maria Hill came into his office. "Sir, there's someone on the phone wanting to talk to you."

"I'm sure there is, Maria, I'm sure there is."

"No, sir. This is serious. He says he knows something about the man who tried to kill you. Says he wants to…set up a meeting with an agent." Hill said the last part in a confused tone.

Fury sat up, eye wide open. "Put him on my line."

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Since I wasn't going back to Tyler Dayspring, and SHIELD was looking for me, I decided to set up camp in a small clearing in the woods. I guess I got the skills from Special Forces, but wherever they came from, I was able to construct a shelter made from tree limbs and leaves.

I was starting a small fire when I got the call.

"Hello, this is Deadpool. How do you do this fine day?" I asked cheerily.

"This is Sam Wilson with SHIELD," the voice on the other end said. I wondered if he was related to Wade Wilson, but by his voice, if I was actually Wade, I doubted it. "I was told to meet you because an arms trafficker called in promising you wouldn't kill me. Now, I'll tell you where to meet…"

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Abigail looked through the archives, the personnel files, everything. So far, nothing indicative.

There was a leak; that was for sure. And it all seemed to center around Weapon X.

Frustrated, she reported her findings to Agent Gyrich. Then, signing out, she left for the day.