<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/3633101371_88fce3622b_t.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias: Deadpool, baybeh!!!</strong><br/><strong>Origin: Altered Human</strong><br/><strong>Location: Briefing Room</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Ares, Steve, The Avengers</strong><hr/><br/>Deadpool had been waiting for an answer in regard to why everyone had been calling their leader 'Captain' when Ares had oh so fervently stepped forward and presented his 'brilliant plan'. Even Deadpool knew running in half-cocked was a rather unwise idea.<em>Unwise? More like retarded.</em>Though those around him might not have known it, Deadpool had come up with a few good plans of his own over the years, sneaky, dastardly, underhanded, GENIUS plans. It was another thing that made him rather dangerous. While others simply thought he was being himself, going off on tangents and being an all around ass, he could very well be formulating a plan to take someone down and not a soul would know about it.<em>Because I'm Muthafuckin' Sun Tsu or something!</em><br/><br/>When the stairway door had been kicked in, and Ares stormed out, Deadpool merely looked around a bit before suddenly bending over and bursting into laughter, holding his sides.<strong>"Pfffffttttthahahahahaaa!!! Oh yeah, don't worry guys! That guy's got this, and he's practically Rambo, just look at em'!"</strong><em> And who the hell is that guy calling 'Mortal'?!</em>His words were dripping with sarcasm and wrapped in condescension.<strong>"One thing's for sure though. He's right about ONE thing.."</strong>he explained, holding up a single index finger, a smile forming being his mask.<strong>"We just might witness the destruction of Ares, demi-god of minor altercations! Especially with such a well thought out and foolproof plan as that!"</strong><br/><br/>His laughter continued, even when Ares had returned. In fact, it grew even harder when he saw the scorched deity return, quiet, smoking and twitching.<em>Well, look who lost a fight with a thundercloud!</em>Of course, he had no idea just how accurate his insult was. His laughter only ceased when he caught a certain smell. It was incredibly faint, and might've gone unnoticed by those who hadn't smelled it before, but once you did, it was something you could never forget. Ares' charred flesh gave off the faintest scent, a familiar mix of frying beef and pork fat, all masked in the gut-turning smell of burning blood. It was a smell he'd grown accustomed to, even learned to like after a while. He took a deep breath and let out a long, relaxed sigh<strong>"Anybody else smell ham?"</strong><br/><br/><em>You're a sick pup, Wade Wilson.</em><br/><br/><em>No, WE'RE sick pups. A little crazy, too. All three of us.<br/></em><br/><strong>"...seems legit."</strong>He quietly replied, ending the conversation with himself.<br/><br/>From there, Deadpool turned his attention back to Steve, smirking under his mask as he explained just what as up with this whole 'Captain' title.<strong>"Oh..yeah. Haven't been to school yet...Go team?"</strong>He chuckled a little under his breath, allowing the 'Captain' there some time to explain the game plan. Of course, he was more than happy to hear that he was on a team with Logan.<strong>"Logan, mah boy! Just like ollld tiiimes"</strong>He wasn't sure exactly who Wanda was, though...but he figured he'd find out.<strong>"Alright, Captain, so the plan is to have our line, being the Assault team, provide some cover while us infiltration teams cut up the middle and go in for the touchdown?"</strong><br/><br/>He grinned, unsheathing one of his Katana's and stepping forward, poking the hologram with a child-like giggle.<strong>"I'm game. Totally ready to get all up in Doom's George Foreman!!"</strong>