<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: Avengers Tower, Dormitory </strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Spot, Any poor soul who wondered what the hell was going on.</strong><hr/><br/><em>See Spot. See Spot Run...Shoot Spot.</em><br/><br/>He giggled uncontrollably as he lead the target, firing careless, effortless shots at her feet as her legs propelled her closer and closer towards the tower. Of course, this created quite a scene from the ground. People began to scatter and screams could be heard as vaguely to him as his own scream had been to Domino. The old Wade might've taken a few shots at the crowd below, as well, but now, he actively avoided them, feeling it unnecessary to cause any collateral. Of course, property damage was free game though, and a near 50 caliber shot would certainly leave a few wildly obvious and inconvenient pot holes.<em>Ya better get on that, Bloomberg.</em><br/><br/>When she was too close to the tower to effectively shoot from his sniper position, he leaned himself far out of the window, letting his body hang upside down as he held himself up on the edge with bent legs, the back of his knees secured by the window sill. He was able to get a much better shot now, even from this position, which didn't help him much, considering the goal was never to actually shoot her to begin with. Before she reached the entrance, he was sure to take one more shot, just one. Of course, it missed, flying through a nearby commuter's briefcase.<br/><br/><em>After all, what better way to greet an old friend like her than with a warning shot?</em><br/><br/><em>..With the word 'hello?'</em><br/><br/><em>I said 'Hi', didn't I?!</em><br/><em><br/>How 'bout an apology then?</em><br/><br/><em>Oh, pshaw! It's just like old times!...Gee. I really hope that guy blames SHIELD for that.</em><br/><br/>His target was out of sight then, and so he withdrew back into his room, lifting his body from it's upside down position with ease and sliding onto his ass, onto the floor just below the window sill. He blinked a moment, looked towards the ground outside, and immediately pulled his head back in, dizzied by the massive height. If he had for a minute realized what the hell he had done, he might've fallen, or at least dropped his gun. Hell, for a second he even wondered how she'd even heard him from such a height.<em> but than I remembered, I'm Wade Wilson. And I will not be silenced!</em><br/><br/><em>....Wade. Put your clothes on.</em><br/><br/><em>Oh, me! I've already got clothes on. Silly goose.</em><br/><br/><em>No. Put your <strong>clothes</strong> on. She's coming, and she's gonna be pissed.</em><br/><br/><em>Oh. Those clothes...OKAY THEN!</em><br/><br/>He stood up quickly, dropping his rifle with abandon, and stripped down to his heart-covered boxers, giving himself a wink in the mirror. He hesitated a moment, however, reaching up slowly to touch the massive scar that rested over his left pectoral. The memories it brought back twisted his smile a bit, but rather than groan, he merely let out a low, awkward chuckle.<em>At least I have amazing abs.</em>He practically lunged towards his bed, grabbed for one of the duffel-bags, and ripped the zipper open, revealing his usual black and red getup. It didn't take him long at all to slap on his costume. In fact, most of the time it took could be blamed solely on the amount of pouches and belts he had to attach and wrap around him.<em>Sure, I could've skipped em', but if I'm goin' in costume, I'm gonna do it right! Who do I look like, the Bombastic Bag Man!?</em><br/><br/>He hardly even noticed when Spidey bursted in, catching his rifle before it fell to the ground. It wasn't until he had already stripped down and gotten into costume already that he even acknowledged the presence of the same tight-clad man from the elevator.<br/><strong><br/>"It's a reunion, alright?! And I'm not shootin' civies, look for yourself!"</strong><br/><br/>From there, he opened up the duffel bag, and strapped it's long, sharp contents onto his costume. The sheath's of his katanas crossed in an 'X' against his upper back, as per usual. From there, only one thing remained. He flipped open the smaller case that he had brought along, and grabbed one of the four guns that laid snugly inside of it. Two Heckler & Koch MP7s and two MP-443 Grachs rested in the case, and he reached for one of the Grachs, a small but effective Russian handgun. He made sure to check his clip, and only when he was sure that the clip was new and full did he exit his room in a roll, holding the pistol out ahead of him as he checked his corners, leaving Spider-Man to his own devices.<br/><br/>Despite the fact that Domino couldn't have reached the dormitory floor yet, he moved and acted as if she could've been behind any one of the dorm room doors. His legs carried him quickly out into the open area between the male and female dorm areas, and he fell to a knee, his eye-slits narrowing as he once again looked to his left and his right. He didn't have much understanding of the layout of this floor, but he didn't fret. There was no skylight, and he could easily keep an eye out for whatever openings were around him. Most of his focus, however, rested on the elevators before him, the very same elevator he'd taken. If she was smart, she wouldn't take the elevator, but he entertained all the possibilities. She would come to him. All he had to do was wait...<br/><br/><em>...99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer...</em>