<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/tumblr_lvaz8fpA7I1qkmg8po1_250.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias: Wade Wilson</strong><br/><strong>Origin: Altered Badass</strong><br/><strong>Location: Avengers Tower, Dormitory Level</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Ms. Munroe, Spot (Domino)</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Oh yes. I TOTALLY just went there."</strong>He answered Spider-Man with a chuckle before stepping forward. Wade took the dark woman's considerate gesture as a sign to enter the elevator, and being one of the only two among the crowd who had been carrying copious amounts of luggage, he was among the first to enter. Pressing against the back of the elevator, he let his back lean against it's metal, taking a deep breath before the area became cramped and cluttered with super powered bodies. It was a tight fit, yes, but not nearly as bad as he anticipated. When the doors finally closed and the group of five finally began to rise, he was quiet for perhaps the first time in years, looking around himself with a sort of child-like wonder. Even the elevator was pretty damn hi-tech looking. Not only that, but he couldn't help but quietly admire the vanilla scent that filled the elevator without being overpowering.<br/><br/><em>Ever been stuck in an elevator full of big, sweaty guys with guns? You'd appreciate smells more, too...</em><br/><br/>When the door finally opened, and Storm presented the dormitory floor with a slight touch of thespian flare in her movements, Wade hung back, allowing everyone else to clear from the elevator ahead of him.<em>Because that's just the type of guy I am. A proper battle-ready gentleman.</em>When everyone had cleared out, he passed Ms. Munroe with a grin, mimicking her same thespian flare in the form a friendly bow.<br/><br/><strong>"So the kitchen's up here too, eh? I'll certainly be paying it a visit soon enough.."</strong><em>Convienient! You've been a bad girl, refrigerator. Mmmm....We're gonna get SO nasty. Just you wait..</em><br/><br/>When everyone had been dismissed and welcomed into the group, Wade couldn't help but smile. He slid his right hand into his pocket and walked optimistically towards the male end of the dormitory level, eventually turning and moon-walking along the smooth floor. He was happy to be part of this. He didn't know why, but he was happy. It was like a new beginning for him. As a mercenary, he would be viewed as a menace, no matter what kind of job he took. He was growing tired of being seen as a menace. Being part of the Avengers, he could be a hero. He would be a hero...by his own right, of course.<br/><br/><em>Deadpool, Defender of Earth...No, No. Deadpool, Champion of the Universe! Oh yes...I'm gonna 'avenge' hard. I'm gonna 'avenge' SO ha-</em><br/><br/>He moon-walked into the furthermost wall on the male side, nearly dropping his things, but didn't even stop to complain about it.<em>That wall had it in for me, though. It's just jealous because IT'S not an Avenger.</em>He was far too excited about this to dedicate an entire inner monologue to the vindictive wall that resided just outside of his room. That being said, he claimed the first door to the left of the wall, and immediately tossed all of his bags and cases onto the bed, stretching his arms above his head with a loud, long sigh. He threw a few punches ahead of him, a quick one-two-hook combo, grinning contently.<br/><br/><strong>"Felt like I was holding those bags for a week!"</strong><br/><em><br/>Yeah...seven days sounds about right.</em><br/><br/><em>Wait...what?</em><br/><em><br/>Uhhm...nevermind.</em><br/><br/><strong>"I confuse myself sometimes..."</strong>He mumbled, wandering over to his bed. He would christen this as his new room with a simple knob-polishing session, that is, he would clean his guns a bit. He first gripped the longer case first and pushed everything aside, crossing his legs on the bed as he lifted the cases locks and opened it with a 'click.' Before him lay the disassembled pieces of his favorite sniper rifle, a Barret M82. Among the disassembled pieces were a few accessories, such as a bi-pod, a standard 12x rifle scope and a silencer, as well as a single clip of several different types of ammunition, not to mention his cleaning rag. It hardly took him any time to clean and reassemble the gun. He felt in his element doing that, after all.<br/><br/>When the gun had been thoroughly cleaned, Wade moved to his window and lifted it open, bringing the case with him. He set his bi-pod up, as well as his silencer, expression the true speed and efficiency at which he worked, despite his questionable mental state. All he needed to do was ensure that the scope was clean, and what better way to do so than doing a quick sweep of city below?<em>See? I'm only providing over-watch for New York's girl scouts! The streets can be dangerous!</em><br/><br/>His scope eventually came to settle on the nearest parking lot to the tower, where he caught sight of a certain woman. Of course, he hadn't a clue why she was anywhere near Avengers tower. He hardly questioned it, looking her over through the scope of his rifle.<br/><br/><em>And so the plot thickens..</em><br/><br/><em>Oh...it's thick alright</em><br/><br/><strong>"Well, well....I hope she brought enough cleavage for the rest of the class.."</strong><br/><br/>He took a deep breath, leaning further outside of the window with a grin, allowing his scope to rest on her thigh. Taking another deep breath, he prepared for what he hoped would be the loudest scream he could muster.<em>Time for a Wade Wilson greeting...<br/></em><br/><strong>"HIIIIIIIII SPOOOOOOT!!!!"</strong>Reaching into the nearby case, he loaded a single clip of .416 cartridges into his gun, held his breath, took aim, and fired with pin-point accuracy. He very well expected her to dodge...unless she wanted to loose her leg.