<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: Canada. Pointy things. ALL OVER.</strong><br/><strong>Location: Avengers Tower</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Halle Barry, Redhead, Green Guy, Spidey.</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Wade chuckled to himself as he approached the confused others, leaning against the wall just to the side of the open elevator. He'd listened to the others speak for a moment, noting Ororo's comment, spoken not in gobbely-gook,<em>Which I'm quite fluent in</em>, but Swahili,<em>Which I can't understand a lick of</em>. True, He hadn't a clue what it meant, but he remembered hearing it long ago. He heard it<strong>a lot</strong>over in Africa. He'd taken a job in eastern Africa, hired to take out some powerful drug Lord in Somalia. Though his memory of the event was hazy, he remembered the moment of truth all too clearly.<em>Went with my industrial sized doorknob then..kekekeke! The look on their faces when they found the body...</em><br/><br/>A wide smile had spread over his face as he allowed himself to reminisce, and for that moment, he seemed content, but rather distant. Everything had been so hazy before that, however...had he actually remembered all the innocents he'd slaughtered along the way, he may not have found the memory so entertaining anymore. SHIELD had been very careful about how they tweaked his mind..allowing him to remember the joy of killing innocents would've made him more of a liability than an asset. Of course, they couldn't iron out all of the crazy or the homicidal tendencies, but at least they could point all that energy in the right direction.<br/><br/><strong>"Psychotic break? Oh no no no, Ms. Barry. You should only be worried if I have a Sane break..."</strong>He assured with a playful wink.<strong>"..well...only if I go for too long without acting like myself. THEN I'm a Skrull, and you should probably do something about it."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Anyway, I have no idea what you guys are talking about...I've got all my things right here.."</strong>He explained, holding up the cases and such.<em>Only things those boxes hold are my thoughts...the italics are nice though..sssswanky.</em>He turned his attention to Jean when she began to speak, raising an eyebrow slowly. She didn't understand him either, which, at this point, he was kind of used to, but she seemed generally nice though, and she was one of the only ones who hadn't outright called him crazy, or alluded to that obvious fact.<br/><br/><strong>"It's fine, don't worry about it, Testarossa.."</strong>He commented, his smile calming a bit from the excited expressions he'd been showing thus far.<em>Doubt a buncha tight-asses like SHIELD would enjoy my yellow boxes much, anyway...</em><strong>"I assume you guys know why I'm here, yeah?...New addition to the Thunderbolts!...No wait...the Howling Commandos!......Wait....The Avengers. Yeah, that's it."</strong>