<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: Spot, The Avengers</strong><hr/><br/>As opposed to most of the other Avengers, Deadpool decided to hang back rather than take a seat. He was...quiet, actually. On the outside. In his head, he continued to commentate while his eyes scanned the group ahead and around him. He noted what everyone wore,<em>Like that sexy lady in the red. Diggin' the red</em>, how they acted,<em>Like the punk stuffing his face over there</em>, and even what they said.<em>No, but seriously..that guy's been shootin' up teen angst like steroids or some shit. What an ass.</em>He recognized a few faces (<em>and a mask, Lookin' at you, 'Rachnid Kid</em>), but there were also a few faces he didn't recognize. And then there were Steve and Johnny. A look of complete and utter confusion fell over his face, an expression that, like many others, could be easily seen even through his mask.<em>I HAD to have lost more blood than I thought..must be seein' double or some crazy shit like that!</em>He reached up quickly, wiping his eyes with haste.<em>Seriously...is that Chris Evans?...AND Chris Evans?...Err...</em><br/><br/>His wide eyes fell on Steve,<em>Whom I dub Chris #1</em>, and scanned him quickly. It didn't take long for him to figure out that he held a leader's position in this group of there's. Not only did he assume as much based on the information he seemed to have, or based on the fact that his voice had been the same one that emanated from his pants. Steve merely had that kind of air to him, in his opinion.<em>Somethin' about this guy seems kinda familiar too..</em>Captain America was a name known worldwide. Had he been in his traditional costume, Deadpool would've recognized him, and perhaps made a bit of a fanboy-ish scene. He'd never seen him without his getup, though, and the name Steve Rogers didn't ring a bell. As a child, he'd heard a lot about Captain America and his courageous exploits, and like all impressionable little boys, he wanted to be like him when he grew up. Obviously, that didn't happen.<br/><br/>He immediately recognized Tony Stark, though.<em>I always thought he looked a little like Robert Downy Junior. Just a little bit..</em>He wasn't all too impressed really. He hadn't used a Stark Industries weapon in his life, and knew very little, if anything at all, about his actions as Iron Man. Deadpool hardly listened to his words, instead focusing in on Spot and the rather rude gesture she'd made towards him. He took the time to lift his mask a little for her, only enough to expose his mouth as he stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry her way. Sure, he wanted to be on generally good terms with his teammates,<em>Generally. Especially the attractive ones</em>, but heckling her had already proved to be too much fun than he could resist. He, like her, obviously had a hard time adjusting to this hero business; their violent tendencies were rather similar, after all. He'd also thought of just how much money he could land if he took out a few of the heroes that surrounded him, but he knew he wouldn't. He had been serious about trying to make a positive name for himself, and with the dampening of his insanity due to the surgery, his homicidal urges were drastically quelled, as well.<em>Hey, don't get me wrong! What's not to love about killing?! No innocents, though..seems kinda pointless....I'unno...</em><br/><br/>At the end of Stark's speech, Deadpool raised an eyebrow, and then raised a hand. Of course, he didn't wait to be called on to blurt something out.<strong>"Why the hell does everyone keep on calling him 'Captain'?"</strong>He blinked a bit, looking around with a shrug<strong>"Just...uh..well, gotta know who you're workin' with...right?"<br/></strong><br/><em>Smooth.<br/></em><br/><em>&gt;n&gt;</em>