<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Deadpool.png)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias: Deadpool</strong><br/><strong>Origin: Altered Human</strong><br/><strong>Location: Quinjet Hangar, outside weapons locker</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Ares, Wolverine, Iceman, Domino</strong><hr/><br/>When Bobby arrived on the scene and replied, Deadpool recognized him as the same guy that'd scared the fuck out of him with the ice, but even still, he couldn't help but smirk.<em>The kid doesn't miss a beat, I see.</em>Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he leaned forward, just about face to face with this Bobby, and eyed him suspiciously, like some sort of over protective dad or something.<strong>"So, this is your date, huh? Well, listen here, buddy. You two have a good time, but I expect you two back before midnight. And no touchyfeely stuff, Snowglobe. I'll saw your fingers off with a steak knife, 'kay? Heh heh."</strong>His lips curled into a smile beneath his mask before be turned to walk away, giving them both a thumbs up and looking back at them over his shoulder as he went to go gather with the others.<strong>"You have fun, you crazy kids!"</strong><br/><br/>Deadpool casually strolled into the group that had gathered deeper within the hanger, crossing his arms behind his head as he curiously looked on. He had arrived a bit too late to mention his name and abilities, but he was just in time to watch the dispute between Wolverine and Ares begin, starting with the God of War's boisterous introduction. It was quite the sight, as most of Ares' speeches seemed to be, but it was quite obvious that he got ahead of himself, even vocally. The way he'd sort of recoiled, however, confused Wade a bit.<em>Probably the same thing that fried his ass earlier</em>, Wade though, once again unaware of just how right he was. And that was when the conflict had begun, with Wolverine threatening the 'God.'<br/><br/>He merely watched with an entertained smile, leaning to the side slightly. When the axe went flying, however, narrowly avoiding the merc's head, his smile vanished, and he continued to watch the the ever escalating conflict.<strong>"Intervene?"</strong>He whispered to himself.<em>Yeeeeeah...intervene.</em><br/><br/>He took a few steps between the two men and held his arms up between them, looking from Wolverine, than to Ares, and the to the ceiling above.<strong>"Now hold the hell up, you two! Before this goes down, I'm gonna need some time to set up a few things. Gotta sell some tickets for this event, contact Marvel about making a comic for this, get a hold of Lucasfilm to turn it into a feature length movie.."</strong>He chuckled a bit, clearing his throat soon after.<strong>"But seriously, ladies. I understand that you both wanna show your stuff, but you're both very pretty. So let's just end this little cat fight, mkay? Mkay."</strong>He wandered over to Wolverine and did his best to put just a little bit of distance between him and one of the extras from 300, reaching into his pec-pocket to replace the cigar he had before with a fresh new one<strong>"Geez, Logan. Haven't changed much, have ya?"</strong>He commented, lighting the new cigar up.