<div class="floatleft">(http://x.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel/i/mg/8/70/4cd062bc512f0.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Wade Wilson<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Tarzan... pool.<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Apocalypse<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         She-Hulk, Invisible Woman<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     Some time after his spill, Wade finally began to stir. He groaned as he peeled himself off the sticky jungle floor, but cut that painful expression short as he heard footsteps heading his way. Not just one pair, but two. It took a concentrated effort to pick himself up and tuck himself into the shadows of a nearby tree. He didn't know how he got here or how long he'd been unconscious for. In fact, the last thing he remembered was laying down to go to sleep in a luxury suite in one of Buenos Aires finest hotels.<br/><br/>     He cranked his neck to both sides as he awaited the two approaching to show themselves. His neck popped a couple of times, the bones re-aligning themselves after quite the unsettling fall. He did the same with his arms and back, and it wasn't long at all before even the few remaining aches and pains disappeared completely, courtesy of Wolverine and the Weapon program. His hands instinctively gripped the hilts of his twin katanas and he silently drew them. <br/><br/>     He didn't try incredibly hard to conceal himself, as a man with his regenerative capabilities didn't truly fear much. His eyes narrowed as he watched both individuals enter the small clearing where he had fallen. It was a relatively open patch of jungle about twenty yards in diameter. Of course there was one single thorn bush growing in its center, the one he'd managed to hit on his way down, go figure. It was likely strangling out all the other growth in its immediate vicinity. <em>"Fancy that, a threesome in the jungle. Where is a stereo with a Guns n' Roses cd blaring when you need one?"</em> Deadpool thought out loud to the readers of this post, hoping for an answer to what he believed was a purely legitimate question - he hated rhetoric. <strong>"Long way from home ain't we, ladies?"</strong> Nevermind the fact that he still wondered how he himself had wound up out in the middle of the Amazon during the middle of his vacation. He wasn't exactly big on hiking or exploring swampy disgusting places.<br/></div>