<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/tumblr_lvaz8fpA7I1qkmg8po1_250.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Wade Wilson<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Science-y shenanigans in the Great White North!<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avengers Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone in earshot<br/><hr/><br/>From outside the entrance of the Avenger Tower, a faint sound could be heard, from which the source was unknown. It was high-pitched and quiet sound, but it only grew louder and louder. Soon enough, a melody could be made out. Somebody was whistling...more specifically, somebody was whistling the Andy Griffith theme.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>♫Well, now, take down your fishin' pole and meet me at The Fishin' Hole,<br/>We may not get a bite all day, but don't you rush away♫<br/><br/>...wait a second...</em></div><br/>He stopped in his tracks a bit farther down from the entrance, raising his eyebrow for the briefest of moments.<em>Fishing..sucks!</em>He proclaimed matter of factually in his own little head, grinning to himself as he finally stepped past the tower entrance's threshold. His bright red jacket hung loosely around him, his hood down, revealing a liberally bandaged forehead with slicked brown hair topping it off. Beneath the jacket, he wore a form fitting black tee, (http://rlv.zcache.com/i_love_chimichangas_heart_t_shirt-p235000562819667599ckqb_400.jpg) one of his favorites, obviously.<br/><br/><em>Mkay...so..after the guys in the catsuits dropped me off, I was supposed to take a left, than a right...or maybe a right than a left? Screw it. This place is too shiny not to be the tower!</em>He looked around slowly, pursing his lips in an expression of agitated confusion.<em>Shiny...shiny and empty. What the hell! Where's the fancy computer like in the show?....WHEN'S THE GODDAMN SECOND SEASON COMING OUT?!</em><strong> "JARVIS?!"</strong>He looked around frantically, as if expecting something to happen. A small whine of disappointment fell from his lips.<br/><br/>Over both his shoulders he slung two black duffel bags, the SHEILD logo emblazoned on them both, and in his hands he held two thick, black cases. One was relatively compact, but the other was rather long.<br/><br/><em>Hold the phone here!...Where are they?!</em>He gasped, immediately letting out an especially feminine scream right after.<strong>"My yellow boxes! SOMEONE'S STOLEN MY YELLOW BOXES!!!"</strong>