<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: Captain America, Domino, Ares</strong><hr/><br/>It had appeared that Deadpool was waiting from sort of response from Domino as he stood, leaned against the metal frame of the weapons locker entrance, though, of course, that was far from the truth. His lips were pressed closed, but his thoughts continued racing. He kept himself scarcely entertained, scanning what he could of the fully stocked walls of the armory, and thinking of as many circumstantially relevant sexual innuendos as he could; buttstroking, cocking, jamming, recievers, the whole shebang.<em>lolBang,</em>Sadly, the fleeting entertainment value only lasted him a short amount of time.<em>Once you run out of ideas, it kinda stops being funny and starts becoming a choir.</em>Fortunately for him, Ares was around, and by the looks of things, he was packing some free entertainment for everyone.<br/><br/>When the 'God of War' entered, Deadpool made way shortly after for those who cleared the weapons cache. For good reason, too.<em>That guy's fuckin' huge!...Wait...I can say fuck? Huh. Must be a MAX story.</em>He held an arm out as Domino vacated, as if to show the way, and gave Steve a salute as exited the locker, as well. He nodded at The Captain's reminder to lock the armory door when they were done and answered with a quick<strong>"Yessir!"</strong>, smirking under his mask. For a moment, he was tempted to lock the door between the brick wall of a man, mostly because he thought it'd be damn funny to lock the guy in there, but also because part of the degenerate thought from the bottom of his heart that it just might better for this little team of theirs too. Two things stopped him, however. First of all, Domino was right. The infiltration teams, who, as she correctly put, would be engaging in CQB, wouldn't have to deal with him. Secondly, there was no goddamn way Wade was locking that man in there was so many beautiful guns. Hell, he already destroyed a few, along with a table...though in all honesty, that was pretty damn entertaining.<br/><br/>Ares didn't seem to stick around long, though, and when Domino entered the armory, Deadpool did the same. He slowly stepped through the metal door way, his arms falling limply to his sides as he looked around. "It's....even more beautiful on the inside..." He felt his eyes tear up a bit, and he sniffled quietly.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>♪Come with me...and you'll be..in a woorld of violent instigation..♪</em></div><br/>He gracefully, if you could call it that, pranced around the armory, humming Pure Imagination to himself while simultaneously singing his own violent rendition in his head. He truly was like a kid in a candy store, unable to keep his hands off any of the weapons, dragging his gloved fingers over entire rows of gun locks and taking a long, deep breath as every weapon locker slid open simultaneously. In the end, he ended up equipping himself with about four weapons and a few flashbangs, EMPs and smoke grenades of his own. He took two pistols with him, one that he kept properly held in the holster to the right side of his waist, and another that he kept to his left, the barrel held by the waist line of his pants, the handle protruding out the top. In addition to that, he strapped what looked to be a type of sub-machine gun to his back. Of course, having not worked with energy weapons, he wasn't totally sure. The final weapon he took was an assault rifle, by the looks of it. It looked like some sort of HEAVILY modified M4 Carbine.<br/><br/>When he finally stepped forward from the weapons locker, he turned and locked it tightly, and held the M4 lookalike high above his head, turning towards the remaining Avengers once more.<br/><br/><strong>"This is my rifle. There are many others like it, but this one is mine. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am..still pretty badass, actually. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying desperately to kill me, and failing, by the way. I must shoot him before he shoots me..because bullets hurt...yadda yadda, something about peace and all that."</strong><br/><br/>He lowered his rifle with a smile, holding it securely in front of him as he passed by Domino.<strong>"Nice 'prom dress,' but we've go separate dates, if you catch my drift. Maybe I'll see you at the after party.....Ohhh Looogaaan, Scaarleeeet, time to draw up the battle plans!"</strong>