<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: Wolverine, Scarlet Witch</strong><hr/><br/><strong>"Damn right I'm right!"</strong>Deadpool added following Wanda's comments on the situation.<strong>"Smart girl, that one. You should probably listen to her."</strong>It was advice Ares probably should've taken heed to follow. Wanda seemed intelligent enough, and, in his opinion, came across as the 'no-nonsense' type. He was well aware that by the end of the mission, she was most likely going to despise the very ground he walked on, but he figured he'd deal with that whenever the need arose. Right now, it didn't matter much. Besides, Wolverine had asked a question, and Wade remembered that he had told Logan he'd answer his questions a little later on.<br/><strong><br/>"Pfft. C'mon, Logan. That's not my style at all. An exploding cigar? Please. I'd sooner just kick you in the gnads and make fun of your mom while you were squirming around on the ground, buddy!"</strong>A smug smile showed through the tight fitting mask, but was soon replace with a distant scowl and a cocked brow. Wade scratched his head idly, humming to himself as he gave the whole thing some thought. Weapon X, the experiments, the missions, even his time at Hospice. But Logan didn't need to know about that last one.<strong> "Look, Wolvie.."</strong>His voice, for once, was devoid of any underlying smugness or content. It was low and flat. Almost Blank.<strong>"..I don't know what what they did to YOU..ya know..besides the metal innards, but we were both part of Weapon X. They even shot me up with some of your mutant-juice..ya know, after they fucked around with it a bit. My healing factor's not natural like yours, but it's a helluva lot more powerful. I'll let you decap me after the mission, if you want some proof, but anyway..yeah..we worked together a few times. I...uh...'left' the project not too long after you did.."</strong><br/><br/>When Scarlet Witch had approached, Deadpool quickly perked back up, though. She didn't need to know what they were talking about, so he forced a smile onto his face and chuckled a bit. He hated talking about all that. Weapon X, Hospice, the thoughts and flashbacks of either of them nearly brought him physical pain. They'd tortured him, isolated him, and robbed him of Death's warm embrace. In his case, life seemed incredibly overrated, especially when something so great awaited on the other side.<strong>"Well, my small, canine-esque friend, we'll shoot the shit a little more later..I guess."</strong>He had to admit, though, that there were some perks to being immortal, like being in a position to say whatever the hell he wanted to whoever he wanted without worry of any physical consequences. He merely ended up stepping aside and letting Scarlet Witch and Wolverine do their thing, impatiently waiting for the mission to start. He needed to hurt something. Anything.