Ok! Thanks for the follows, faves, and reviews! There was a request to better explain Annas actual powers and how it works, and it will happen in chapter 3, I promise. This chapter is really just an establishment of the relationship between she and Wade. Be patient! I swear I'll make good on it. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: what the shit biscuit?!

"Now she's unconscious, what the hell do we do with her?"

{I've got a few ideas...}
[It's wrong! She can't even fight back or tell us to go fu-]

"Yeah its no fun if she can't fight back. We like 'em rowdy. Makes it interesting!" Wade leaned over the motionless woman, noting that she was definitely good looking and was slightly distracted by the fact that her robe split well up her thigh-

{Body lookin like milk!}
[Ahh the wise deductions from the mind of Ludacris.]

"You fucking know it! Luda's got the answers for everthing. 'Face down, ass up'? Helloooo? The work of a genious. Clearly the man knows what he wants in life. He also happens to you know, make fat stacks and can pay for that ass whenever the D pops."

[The 'D'?]
{Yea, y'know, the MIGHTY shaft, the weiner meister, the dong, the actual di-}

[I know what it means, I was just wondering when we became a douche knob sounding ass cake...]

"Well I can tell you that according to the general concensus and well, EVERYONE at Shield, it was a looooooong time ago."

[True]
{We're just misunderstood!}

"The writer thinks she's funny too. But whatever."

*sigh* ***... thanks Wade. Now back to the unconscious woman who might come around any minute...***

Wade stared down at the woman on the floor. He didn't know how or why he'd known where to find her or if she was an enemy. He only knew he was drawn here by some energy and that she had somehow gotten in his head. And for a mercenary, even one who can't die, that was dangerous.

[For her, anyway]
{Ha!}
[She's right though we can be un poquito loco!]
{Wow I thought the only word we knew in Spanish was chimichanga!}

Wade looked candidly at the face of the woman who he'd been drawn to and wondered if she knew what shit storm just happened upon his arrival. There were many things to deal with. As if responding to his thought process she began to stir. Wade jumped at the movement and suppressed the urge to take off her head with the shiny katana withdrawn instinctively and with silent expert precision. It's twin still sheathed on his back, he kept the sword in hand as he slowly moved back to allow her the space to revive. The woman sat up slowly, as if trying to remember how she got to the couch. She rubbed her head and stopped. It came in an instant flood of terror as she remembered the whisper and the sweet smell and the arm that bound her as she lost the fight with the sweet smelling cloth. Also in that moment she realized she was not alone. Her first instinct was to scream and she almost passed out again. Her reaction was much different. She realized three things and addressed them.

"You're the man from the visions. The red and black. And the swords. You drugged me, and then waited for me to wake. She stood, immediately regretting it and yelped as she stepped on a piece of tinted black glass. "And you owe me a new flute. Damn! That was my favorite! Just what the hell is wrong with you anyway?"

"Wrong with me? Are you fucking serious? Is she fucking serious?"

{What the shit biscuit?!}
[She's actually serious.]

"Stop doing that! It makes my head hurt!"

"Doing what? Seriously lady I know damn well how to piss someone off, and I can assure you I did nothing. Yet."

"I mean, are you some sort of schizo or something? It's like there's no room in your head so you have to invade mine!"

"Wait a minute. Wait a tit-tickling minute! Are you telling me you can hear Whitey and Yellow?"

"You named them Whitey and Yellow?"

"It's actually more of a thing my fans call them. Usually they're in color coordinated boxes and it pretty self explanatory and-wait! You distracted me! How can you hear them? No one else can hear them... even the best telepaths can't hear them. Apparently the universe just kicks a crazy when he's down. I don't know."

Anna felt that he was becoming a little self conscious, and for a clearly dangerous man who was off his rocker to some extent, she figured that didn't end well for anyone involved. She mentally regrouped and planned to try a new approach. After all, besides the whole chloroform incident he hadn't tried anything to hurt or violate her in any way. In fact, he seemed eager for conversation. So this time she took a deep breath and tried being non challant.

"So what's your name, anyway?"

"Name's Wade, although in this tasty dish" he slid his hands playfully over his suit "most know me as Deadpool."