"Holy shit, that fight was awesome!"
"I don't give a crap that our side lost, that fight was E to the P, I and C!"
Cloud blinked, "Wow, I'm… Actually surprised that you're such a good sport about this Wade. Honestly, I figured that you-"
"Still total bullshit that Meta froze like that, but still epic!"
"There it is." Came the inevitable quip from the wall-crawler.
"Wait, guys shut up, she's coming in here!"
The room went quiet, as the fighters waited for the famous freelancer to appear-
"CONGRATS ON THE WIN!"
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Uh, Carolina, I think they're friendly."
"Sorry, Church. I'm not used to this sort of thing." Carolina embarrassingly admitted.
"Well, you only hit the guy in red and black. So, at least that's something, right?" Epsilon offered.
"Dammit! Every. Time!"
"Wade. Shut up. Your healing factor can let you regen from a severed arm. A few plasma shots wouldn't even be that much of a problem."
"Stow it Cloud! This was my favorite suit!" Wade started to cry anime tears.
"How? You have over seventeen more that are just like that!"
"I wore this for the opening night of my movie!" Deadpool wailed.
"Whatever." Cloud waved off. "Hey, where's Carolina?"
"So, where do you think a person could go to find a place to watch a movie?" Carolina asked.
"How the hell should I know? This place doesn't have any specific schematics. Hell, the only thing I could find was an old blueprint for an apartment complex." Epsilon replied, "And not a very flashy one at that."
"Well, we can at least say that they upgraded from tha- OOF!"
"Watch it. I'm walking here."
"I'm Sorry."
Yang froze. A shudder ran down her spine as she turned around, "Take off that helmet."
"Uh, what?"
"Take. Off. That. Helmet." Yang pressed, red glistening in her eyes.
"Okay, okay." Carolina complied, removing her helmet to reveal red hair, and green eyes.
"Pyrrha?" Yang whispered after her eyes watered a bit.
"Uh, no. Her name is Carolina. She just fought Meta, and we're wondering if…" Epsilon stopped for a bit, noticing the blonde having a bit of a freakout, "Hey are you okay?"
"Don't talk to me like that please. It just feels weird for some reason."
"Uh nah. Think I'll just keep talking. Maybe it'll annoy you a bit." Church chuckled.
"Epsilon, do you really have to be like that?" Carolina asked as she put her helmet back on.
"Hey, I thought we established that if I weren't the memory of Alpha, that I'd be his asshole side." He replied.
"Shut it dad." Yang replied before realizing what she just said. "Holy crap, you sound like my father."
Epsilon looked towards Carolina for a second, "Church. If you do what I think you're going to do, I swea-"
"Tell us where to find the movie room, or you're grounded, Jensen." He cut off.
"Shut it!"
BANG!
"Hologram. I am a hologram. And what the hell kind of weapon is that?"
"It looks like a shotgun. That is also part gauntlet." Carolina observed.
"Oh great. First Meta with his knifle, and now this chick with shotgun gauntlets. I bet Sarge would love her." Epsilon muttered.
"Seriously though. Why does she sound like Jensen without the lisp?" Carolina wondered out loud.
"Can you please stop talking? You're reminding me of my dead friend. And the mental image of her conversing with my dad is making me really uncomfortable." Yang requested.
"Oh, uh sorry for reminding you of your friend, I guess?" Carolina said confusingly.
"Stop apologising! Seriously! She did it all the time!" Yang was getting more agitated by the moment, and was getting increasingly more uncomfortable.
"Look, just tell us where we can find a theater, and we'll stop talking for the rest of the way." Epsilon bargained.
Yang took a deep breath, and exhaled. "Fine." Her response was exasperated, as if she just wanted to get this over with.
Tifa was looking around for Carolina. She had a pen in her hand, and a camera in the other. She was owed an autograph from someone who was at the top of a combat ranking system, and Carolina was definitely the best freelancer.
She also happened to be the only confirmed freelancer alive apart from agent Washington, but that didn't change much.
"Oh, hey Yang!"
Yang's expression brightened up a bit, "Hey Tifa, what's up?"
"I'm looking for Carolina. Do you know where she is?"
Yang twitched a bit, "That Pyrrha wannabe is in the movie room with that hologram friend of hers. I think they're watching a romantic comedy or something." She managed to say.
"Okay, thanks sunshine." Tifa replied, noticing that Yang hadn't called her by that typical nickname that she'd usually use.
"No problem Tifa."
Tifa sighed, getting used to Yang not calling her T was going to get some getting use to.
"Seriously though," Spider-Man sipped his milkshake, "Sarge is a jerk. Abandoning his kid and wife to join the army."
"You got that right, web-head." Clint was playing darts and talking to the wall-crawler in question, "Bet he didn't even tell them about his name change."
"You got that right." Spidey agreed, getting back to doing the crossword.
"Seriously though," Oliver was also playing darts, and managed to land his dart on the bullseye, right next to his two other darts and Clint's, "Is it really a surprise that they're related?"
"Not really." Iron Man quipped, doing some equations on a holo-screen, "Though siding with Meta made me feel like an idiot when Griff sided with him."
"It's not like you're new to the concept of being an idiot." Quicksilver mentioned.
"How did you figure that?"
"Phoenix Force. Charles Xavier. Ring any bells?" Pietro responded condescendingly.
Tony merely grumbled in response as Flash multitasked between laughing at him, and playing against Quicksilver in high-speed ping pong.
"I bet Ryu and Raiden are excited to see some of their friends soon though." Flash noted.
"I can already hear the debates." Wolverine said, opening his beer with his claws.
"It's an MK vs SF fight. We haven't had one of those this season. Should be fun to watch."
"Oh yeah."
I just realized that this is chapter fifty. Fifty! Maybe I'll do something special in the title or something…
Deadpool: Hey X, do you know any good tailors?
Alexis: Tweet tweet tweet?
Deadpool: The machine in there is shoddy. It doesn't even use the right material for my stuff!
That's because you toss it in there with your weapons.
Alexis: Tweet tweet?
Right. The disclaimer…
Ahem, All characters belong to their respective bananas- WADE!
Deadpool: What?
You replaced 'owners' with 'bananas'!
Deadpool: So?
AUGH!
