<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Deadpool.png)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias: Mo'fuckin' Deadpool!</strong><br/><strong>Origin: Altered Human</strong><br/><strong>Location: Quinjet Hangar, outside weapons locker</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Domino, Ares</strong><hr/><br/>As much as he might've thought he was keeping cool, it had to be painfully obvious to those around him that Wade was absolutely seething with impatience and agitation. Had he not been 'stabilized' by SHIELD, now might've probably been the time when he started shooting his friends in the foot for entertainment. Instead, his foot merely tapped the metal beneath him in annoyance as he waited for some room to make itself available in the incredibly cramped weapons locker.<em> C'mon Cap...what the hell...do you even need a gun? I mean, isn't that what the shield's for?! GODDAMNIT!!!!</em>He brought his hand to his face, mumbling almost inaudibly to himself. He could've complained about Domino, but he didn't even bother. He expected her to take a bit longer than anyone else would've, anyway. Anyone besides him, that is. He planned on perusing every single gun himself, just as she had been doing.<br/><br/>But it made sense, didn't it? As far as he could tell, they were the only ones on the team that had spent and extensive, and probably excessive amount of time around firearms. They were essential to their respective jobs, after all. He knew it couldn't be helped, though. Trying to rush Domino would've been pointless, and he wouldn't dare try to rush Captain America out right.<em>Yea..it bugs me..but I mean...the guy practically ended WWII by himself. I'm from Canada, but even still, that's, like, amazing.</em>And so, he merely parked himself right where he was, leaned his back against the wall behind him, and closed his eyes.<strong>"...what's a guy gotta do around here to have a really entertaining hallucination?"</strong>Unfortunately, that was another thing that happened a lot less often following his 'stabilization.'<br/><br/>That was when he heard two familiar sounds, high pitched and metallic. It struck him as the sound of shell casings hitting the ground, but there was something off about them. It didn't take him long to figure it out, though. His healing factor had finally done it's job by then and the bullets that Domino had let fly at him finally fell from his guy. The only thing off about the sound was that it had been the sound of bullets falling and not casings. He lifted the top of his uniform a bit, revealing his flat, defined stomach as he checked on the wounds, poking where they had been. It was no surprised to him, but there was no pain; they didn't even leave scars. He lowered his top over his stomach once more and deposited one of the bullets in one of his pouches, only noticing John upon looking back up and rolling the other bullet along his fingers as though it were a coin or something. It hadn't occurred to Deadpool, but John could've very well witnessed the bullets fall.<br/><br/>Wade merely gave the man a smirk under his mask, but besides that, there was no outward greeting. He could still remember how much of an ass that guy came off as back at the Briefing. Only when he heard Domino ask about the guns she'd found did Deadpool even make a move, and once he did, he didn't move very far. A grin spread over his face at the extensively welcoming sight.<em>Panties? Guns?...maybe I AM finally hallucinating! And it's a damn good one this time...</em><strong>"Couldn't even begin to guess, Spot. I've never used one of this particle doohickeys.."</strong>He moved into the doorway shortly after Ares had pushed passed the pale, scantly clad mercenary, leaning against the frame of the lockers entrance with crossed arms interested eyes.<strong>"But hey..as long as it's a firm and well built gun, penetration shouldn't be an issue.."</strong>