<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/>Deadpool remained on his knee, positioned at the very center of the room that served as an entry way for the elevators passengers. He was uncharacteristically quiet, his eyes ever narrowed as he continued to scan his environment with mistrust of every door and window in sight. Despite the song that played ever so loudly in his head, he was, indeed, quite aware of his surroundings. He payed attention to the weight of the gun in his hands, and how smooth it's grip was against his clothed finger tips. He was aware of his kneeling position, and would occasionally pivot in smooth, professional movements, all to get a good view of the areas behind him and to his sides.<br/><br/>There was no period of calming for him. As a mercenary,<em>EX-Mercenary..crap, gotta focus</em>,  he knew the importance of staying vigilant, though at the same time, he knew that keeping cool was the only way to maintain a proper mindset. Sure, he was singing in his head, and his mind usually raced at the speed of random, but he was never one to panic...usually. His aim was steady and straight, his hands were never shaky. He could be spewing nonsense, and his mind could be filled with even the most incoherent of thoughts, but his actions would always be fluid, deliberate and unpredictable. In fact, it was partly his unpredictability that made him so deadly.<br/><br/>An eyebrow raised when he heard that familiar 'DING.' from the elevator, signalling it's arrival. The tightness of his mask often allowed others to vaguely see his expression beneath the fabric, and this particular instance was no exception. He watched the doors slide open with a slightly unamused expression, Because she actually thought using the elevator would be a good plan, but a smirk slowly worked it's way onto his face when she finally began to make her threatening approach.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Domino</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong><em>"Time to shut you up Mouth."</em></strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>When she aimed over his head and fired her warning shot, his eyelids lowered a bit, his unamused expression returning to his masked visage as quickly as it'd left before. She'd had her warning shot, and so he didn't bother with it this time. It was around the same time she had taken aim and taken a shot that he had done so, as well, but really, as talented as he was, he came off as incredibly aloof at this, their moment of truth. He rose from his kneeling position quickly, lifting his handgun with the same haste, and allowed a shot to ring out ahead of him, letting fly a bullet towards her slender figure, her own center of mass. Once again, he was sure she would dodge, and once again, he didn't bother taking action.<br/><br/>The dull sound of bullets penetrating flesh was unmistakable, and a gush of red from his gut confirmed that he'd indeed been hit, but his reaction had to have looked strange to her, to put it lightly. He blinked a bit, confused as to why she hadn't taken a more lethal shot. It was more than possible for someone to survive a shot to the gut, let alone Deadpool. He merely scratched the top of his head with the barrel of his gun, dabbing at the bleeding gunshot wounds along his stomach as a smile came to his hidden face.<br/><br/><strong>"Thanks, Spot! I WAS a little hungry..guess I don't have to get nasty with the fridge anymore..."</strong><br/><br/><em>Oh, and by the way...there were 45 bottle of beer on the wall...</em><br/><br/>Despite looking down the barrel of Domino's gun without fear, and taking the shots as though they were nothing, watching Iceman's wall come between the two of them made him jump a little. He pulled his gun up once more and looked around frantically, his eyes wide and confused<strong>"WHAT IN THE NAME OF ODIN..?!"</strong>