After Agent 622 left the building where Deadpool had been staying and reported back to Tyler Dayspring, he had an idea.

Tyler had sent assassins after Abigail Wilson, but Deadpool had rescued her. So it was possible he'd found out who she was and went to her house…

622 headed in the direction of the Wilson residence.

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Now I knew who I was- that is, if Abigail was telling the truth- and she knew what had happened to me. She elaborated on my past even more, revealing that I had been a Special Forces operative before joining SWORD- which made sense, since I remembered being in the military.

I asked her about our personal lives- what we did together, family and friends- but also deeper aspects, like what we believed about God, life, and morality. I didn't remember a lot, but I had this sense, like I somehow knew despite my memory loss, of what my convictions were. I guess the really important things stay with you no matter what.

I was looking at a picture of our kids when a window shattered and a metal cylinder rolled into the house.

"Get down!" I shouted, tackling Abigail to the floor as the grenade exploded. It wasn't a frag grenade; just a flashbang- designed to stun.

But I doubted the person who threw it had any qualms about taking life.

When I looked up, there was a man standing over me. He was big and burly, with a handlebar mustache and a ponytail. He had some sort of anarchist symbol on his ripped vest.

The man aimed a pistol at Abigail's head. "You may not go down so easy, Deadpool," he said, "but your girl here hasn't gone through Weapon X like you and me, so if you want her to live, you'll stay right where you are."

I felt consumed with rage, but I didn't move. Instead, I let the man tie me up and sit me by the wall. "Who are you?" I demanded. "I'd like to know what to put on the obituary."

The biker-looking man sneered. "You act tough, but look where you are. Hopeless."

I said nothing but just stared into his stone-cold eyes.

"Jack," he said. "Do you want to know who you really are?"

"My name's not Jack!"

"Oh, but it is." He kept the gun at Abigail's head as he talked. She had her eyes closed, breathing hard, as he pressed the barrel against her temple.

"Your name is Jack Hayes," the man told me. "You are an assassin, a mercenary, a murderer. You tried to kill my wife." He looked at Abigail.

"You're lying!" I shouted. "She's my wife, and you know it!"

He shook his head. "No, Jack. My name is Wade Wilson. You tried to kill Abigail, and I set this trap up to get my revenge."

I continued to stare him right in the eyes. "Well, then, you have me captive. Let her go, since the trick is over."

"That is true," he said. He took the gun away from Abigail's head, but now it was pointed at me. Abigail backed away a few feet.

"You're lying!" I said. "She has nothing to do with you! That was a pretty slick trick, pretending you're not threatening her anymore while in reality she still won't do anything because now the gun's at my head, and with me tied up like this, you can shoot me enough to overwhelm the healing factor and kill me. But I won't fall for it."

"You're Jack Hayes!" the man screamed in my face. "You're a killer!" He was starting to break out in sweat, a desperate look in his eyes.

Just then, while he was concentrated completely on me, a shot echoed through the room. The man who called himself Wade Wilson clutched the arm that held his gun, dropping the weapon in pain. He turned around, and Abigail fired into his chest. She fired over and over and over again, until the man stopped moving. She felt for a pulse and shook her head. "Even the Weapon X healing factor has its limitations."

"Good," I replied. "Now can you please untie me?"