<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/1638998-dp32_008_super.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias: Deadpool, baybeh!!!</strong><br/><strong>Origin:</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Deadpool hadn't been paying attention when Strange had begun his incantations, surprise, surprise. He had still been busy sharpening his blade and trying to keep from absolutely freaking out. So one could only imagine his surprise when the lot of them had been teleported to their positions on the ship with their respective teams.<br/><br/>Since the position he had been in wouldn't have been possible in the tight vent, he reappeared laying on his stomach, sword laying flat under him, with the whetstone placed back in the proper pouch. His eyes widened a bit and he shuffled back a bit, taking hold of his sword and looking around frantically.<strong>"THE HELL!...Wait...goddamnit. That asshole 'Kal tu barada nikto'd' us, didn't he? Coulda warned a guy!"</strong>His confusion quickly disippated and joy took it's place.<em>Fighty time, fighty time! Finally get to gut something...</em><br/><br/>Though that gutting didn't happen for a while. There was a whole lot of crawling, though. THAT was for sure. He was made the caboose of their little superheroic train. That meant he got a lovely view of Logan's costume clad ass.<em>Lovely? Not the word I would used.</em>It seemed that Wolverine was well aware of the Merc's view, as well. "Don't flatter yourself, short stuff! As if YOU'RE my type.."<em>It's like..lookin' at two little christmas hams...ew. "If it bother's you that much, we can always trade places! Yeah, let's do that. Can we do that? Let's do that..."</em>His lips curled in a smirk, which only widened when Logan stopped and the sound of his claws unsheathing rang through the vent.<br/><br/>When the Wolverine cut through the metal and took down the first human guard, Deadpool dashed out behind him, unsheathing his second katana as he landed on his feet. From there, it was almost as though he was a blur. Any onlooker would've found it hard to believe that he was human.<strong>"LEEEEEEEROOOOOY JEEEEEEEENKIIIIIINS!!!!!"</strong>He dashed past Wolverine, ignoring the two robotic guards and zeroing in on the two humans. He needed to feel his blade cut through flesh and bone, not some badly designed robots! He would attempt to disarm them first. A few slashes to the rifles could do, if they were hasty about taking out the red maniac headed their way. Deadpool could see it now, and the vision brought a sadistic grin to his face, which showed through his mask. The blood would spray; it'd coat the walls, coat his costume. He stand triumphantly over the bodies and give a bow.<em>I'd say something really cool, and give my buddies there one of those long, smouldering looks. Then I'd be jumped by a group of supermodels! Yeeeeeah...that's how it's gonna happen. Such a boss...<br/></em>