Abigail Brand Wilson did not wake up expecting to see her husband. In fact, she thought he was dead.
Because he was- or, at least that's what she'd been told.
She was going through potential leads on the case of Hydra's inside man when she looked up from her computer and saw a man in a red-and-black suit of some sort with a mask that matched.
"Hi," he said in a friendly manner.
Abigail just stared at him. "Who are you?"
He handed her her driver's license. "Thought this might come in handy someday."
Abigail shook her head. "What…what is going on?"
"Don't you recognize my voice?"
Her heart began to race. Of course she knew that voice. Was it possible…
"Wade?" she breathed.
Slowly, the man pulled on the edges of his mask, revealing a heavily scarred but unmistakable face.
Abigail said nothing but just embraced him.
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When Abigail finally let go of me, I said, "I remember you."
Her eyes were already red from crying, but she started again when I said those words.
"You…you lost your memory?"
I nodded. "But I remember you."
There was a long silence, and finally I said, "I need your help, Abigail. I need to know who I am."
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Agent 622 approached the old building carefully and from the back, clutching a Kalashnikov AK-47 fully automatic rifle in his hands.
According to Tyler Dayspring, this building was where Deadpool was hiding out. Intercepting several recent calls between him and Sam Wilson, Tyler had eventually, despite the encryption code he'd installed in Deadpool's phone himself for mercenary work, been able to backtrace the signal to this location.
622 went in hot, lobbing a couple of grenades as he stormed in. Looking around, however, he found no one. There were several empty but still pretty new food packages, indicating that someone had been here recently, but Deadpool was nowhere around.
Frustrated, 622 reported his findings to Tyler and left the building.