Author's note: Got another review the other day. Three cheers for Roski supporters! I knew there were people like me out there, I just had to find them! Anyway, hope you like this chapter, 'cause it's one of my favorites. Basically anytime Deadpool appears, I have fun. Read and review, please!

"Chaaarge!" I called enthusiastically from the shoulders of the huge, green giant that was my boyfriend.

"Chaaarge!" He shouted, smiling like an idiot as he raced across the tarmac with me riding on his back.

"Trescott, what in hell are you doing?" I heard Natasha shout. Hulk stopped short to avoid stepping on the Russian spy who had situated herself right in our path.

"Natasha, you look like an ant from up here!" I said.

"You're ten feet off the ground, Trescott." She said impatiently. "You're going to break something that way, you know."

"Hulk careful!" Hulk said in protest.

"That's right; Hulk very careful. We haven't broken anything, I promise!" Hulk nodded enthusiastically, and Natasha sighed.

"Alright. Fine. I can't believe I'm doing this, but I'll let you off the hook."

"What hook? We weren't on any hook."

"The hook of nearly destroying the helicarrier from the back of your boyfriend there."

"I'll have you know that even if I was on such a hook, I'm such an impressive fish I'd-" She interrupted me.

"Alright, let's step away from the analogy. It's getting a little ridiculous." I frowned.

"I'm just saying, if I were a fish I'd probably be a swordfish. Or maybe a great white."

"I don't think sharks count as fish."

"They live in water, don't they?"

"Then what about whales? And dolphins?" I thought about this.

"You know what you are, Natasha? You're a sea cucumber."

"Why am I a sea cucumber?"

"Mainly because you refuse to acknowledge me as a great white."

"Do you realize how moronic this conversation is?" I shrugged.

"Well, you're having it with me, aren't you?" She glared at me.

"To get back to the topic at hand, I'd appreciate it if the Green Giant over there shrunk down and got a little less green."

"Awww, but why?" I said. "We weren't doing anything wrong!"

"Technically, no. But Fury's holding a meeting of the Avengers in his office. He wants you both there, and I'm pretty sure Hulk can't fit through his door." I sighed, and turned to Hulk.

"Hulk? Can I have Bruce back?" His face fell.

"Hulk likes being Hulk, not Bruce!"

"I know, but Wendy needs Bruce now." I kissed him on the cheek, and he blushed a deep forest green. He sighed, and plucked me off his shoulders, setting me down on the ground. Soon I had my little, pink Bruce back.

"Did you guys have fun?" He said, referring to Hulk and me.

"Yup! He gave me a ride on his shoulders."

"That's nice. Um…" His gaze fell on his clothing, or lack of it. "Do you know where my shirt went?"

"I do."

"Could you tell me where it is?"

"I could."

"Are you going to?"

"No, no I'm not." He looked at me with this pathetic, desperate look. Damn, Bruce is good at puppy eyes. But I'm even better at resisting them. "Nope." I said.

"But why?"

"Because." I said, grabbing hold of his arm. "You look great shirtless." He blushed, and Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Let's get to Fury's office." She started walking toward the office, and we followed her down into the helicarrier.

When we walked in, everyone else was already there, waiting for us.

"About time." Stark said from an office chair in the corner. "Were you guys busy making out, or were you just searching Amazon for green foundation?" I scowled at him and threw him a rude gesture.

"Trescott, keep your temper under wraps." Fury said.

"Did you hear what he just said?" I said angrily. I turned to Stark. "Ah don't know what the hell's goin' on with you, but your attitude's been getting' worse an' worse!" I didn't realize until the sentence had left my mouth that I had said it with the southern drawl I'd worked so hard to eliminate. And everyone was gawking at me. "Yeah, so ah'm from Texas. So what?" I turned to Fury. "Is there a reason you wanted us here?" I said, making an effort to get my accent under control.

"Yes, well." Fury said, clearing his throat as I scooted over to stand beside Bruce. Natasha moved to be with Clint. I looked to my left to see Rose was standing next to me. The power of the universe, Natasha had said. She noticed my gaze and smiled at me, cheery and friendly-looking. She didn't look that dangerous. I looked back at Fury to hear what he had to say.

"We found Charlotte again." He said.

"It's about time." I heard Loki say. "How long ago did you send the spy and the stray on that little mission?" The "stray"? I twitched, and clenched my fists. Bruce noticed, and put a hand on my shoulder comfortingly.

"The first time we found Charlotte, it was because she wanted to be found." Fury said quickly. "This time, though, I'd say there's a good chance she genuinely thought we'd never find the nano-trackers. They weren't made to lure us to her, and so they were heavily coded. It took us a few days to track her with them."

"Ahem." Stark coughed theatrically, and Fury rolled his eyes.

"For Stark to track her."

"Thank you, thank you very much." Stark said, gesturing and bowing.

"Well, where is she?" Natasha asked. Fury smiled. Wow; that's rare.

"This might interest you, Natasha. She's in Moscow." Natasha's eyes widened.

"She's in Russia?"

"Precisely why you're on this mission." Fury said.

"What about me?" I said.

"I was getting to that." Fury replied. "Given your exemplary performance on the last mission, you'll be joining Natasha in Moscow. However, there will be an addition to your team. Clint?"

"Yeah?" Clint looked up.

"You're going with them."

"Sweet." Sweet? I thought. Oh, that just sounded so intelligent. What does Natasha see in this guy, anyway?

"We'll be in Russia by tomorrow. So get ready for-" He was interrupted by a loud crackling noise, and the high-pitched whine of a mic getting too much feedback.

"Ack! Sorry, gimme a sec." Wait… that voice. A young, male voice… where did I recognize it from? The noise stopped. "Alright, that's better. Hey, there! It's-"

"The video's not on, dumbass." Another, lower voice came from the background.

"I'll have you know my ass graduated from Harvard University, and has a degree in astrophysics." Alright. The terrible joke pretty much gave it away. A projection popped up in front of the window; it was Pete. Mask and everything. He looked to be sitting in his living room. I heard Fury sigh.

"Parker, not this again."

"Shh! It's not Parker, it's Spiderman!" Pete said, looking panicked.

"Everyone here knows who you are, Parker." Pete looked around the room. "Oh, yeah… I guess you're right. Hey, Wendy!" He waved enthusiastically at me. I waved back.

"You know Spiderman?" Bruce questioned.

"Yeah!" I said. "I met him in Queens. What are you doing anyway, Pete?"

"I'm auditioning!"

"You're what?" I said dryly.

"Auditioning! I wanna be in the Avengers!" I snorted.

"You're auditioning for the Avengers?"

"That's right. You just wait, I'll get in someday. I'm as much a hero as any of you guys."

"How did you even reach us, Parker?" Fury said. "This is supposed to be a secure channel!"

"That was me." The lower voice came again. That's when a face popped up in the right side of the screen. Red and black jumpsuit, similarly colored mask. Two katanas strapped across the back. Oh. My. Effing. God. It was Deadpool! I staggered dramatically, grabbing onto Bruce's shoulder for balance.

"Wendy, are you alright?" He said worriedly.

"That's Deadpool!" I said, excited. I turned to the screen. "You're Deadpool!"

"Last time I checked, yeah." He said. "You?"

"M-my name is Wendy Trescott! I gotta say, I am your biggest fan!"

"Hey, I've got a fan!" He said, sounding pleased. "Let me guess; you follow me on my My Little Pony reviews blog?"

"Um, no, I'm just a really big fan of your work!" I said. I was smiling like an idiot. I didn't care. "I'm a mercenary too!" Fury coughed. "I used to be a mercenary." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Well damn, why'd you quit?" Deadpool asked.

"It's a long story." I said, feeling the collar at my neck.

"Can we get back on topic here?" Fury said.

"I agree." Pete replied, pushing Deadpool out of the frame. "So, whaddyou say. Am I in the Avengers or what?" Fury opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.

"You should come with us to Russia!"

"Trescott?" He said warningly.

"No, no, hear me out! He could come with Natasha, Clint and me to Russia as sort of a tryout. Then if he does well, he could join permanently."

"As much as I hate to admit it, that actually is a good idea." Pete pumped his fist in the air.

"But you can't wear the suit."

"Well, why not?" Pete said.

"Because this is a stealth mission. That red-and-blue onesie you're wearing? Not stealthy."

"I've gotta keep my identity secret!" He protested.

"You'll be disguised, don't worry."

"Actually, speaking of disguises," I said, raising my hand. Fury cut me off.

"We know about your history with Russia. You'll be well disguised as well." I lowered my hand.

"Alright!" Pete said. "I'm in the Avengers!" Fury looked at him sideways. "Fine, I'm on trial for the Avengers."

"What about Deadpool?" I said. Pete turned to me.

"What about him?"

"Ah, call me Wade." Deadpool, er, Wade stuck his head back into the frame.

"Oh, okay, um… Wade. Are you planning on coming to Russia with us?" Fury looked at me with a face that said "don't push it." I ignored him.

"Ah, I wish I could come, but I've got a job up in Texas."

"A job?" Fury said.

"Oh, nothing you've gotta worry your pretty little head about, Fury. I'm tracking down some rustlers with this guy, Eli Trescott. Real wild west."

"Wait." I said. "Did you say Eli Trescott?" He nodded. "That's my pa!" I exclaimed.

"You're joking. Small world, huh?"

"Wait. Your dad is Eli Trescott?" Stark said.

"Yeah, why?"

"Eli Trescott is a world-famous bounty hunter." Everyone in the room looked at me. I could practically hear the thought coming in unison from all of them; "oh, now I get it."

"Well, then." Fury said, interrupting. "It's settled then. You're coming to Russia, Parker?"

"That I am!" He said excitedly.

"We'll send someone to pick you up. Goodbye."

"Wait, don't-" Pete was cut off when Fury pressed a button on one of the computers, and the image disappeared.

"What was that for?" I said.

"We don't have time for small talk." Fury replied. "What I need you to do, Trescott, is to find your way to the west sector and talk to Julie. She'll help you with your new look for the mission."

"Can do." I said, saluting rather sarcastically. Steve arched his eyebrows at me, and I just arched mine back. That was about as heated as arguments with Steve ever got. "Bruce, you coming?" I said.

"Um, should I?"

"Hell yeah! I need you to tell me if I look good. Come on!" Bruce walked out the door after me. As we walked out, I heard Starks' comment.

"Gee, makes you wonder who's really wearing the collar." I probably should've been offended. But I couldn't help it. A smile grew at the corners of my mouth.

"What are you so happy about?" Bruce said, walking next to me.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just happy I'm with you." He smiled.

"And I you."

Author's note: EEE SpiderPool! That is all.