<div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m67l7q15UX1qeimwq.png)</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>          Deadpool<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  The Vision? No, wait. The Resistance.<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Jungle Clearing, near Buenos Aires<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         She-Hulk, Invisible Woman, Myth<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     Susan's response clued him in a bit more about Buenos Aires... and he felt some twinge of subconscious that tugged at the back of his mind - but he still couldn't remember clearly. Her next remark, however, <em>did</em> register for Wilson. It was a joke. <em>"Something about three blind mice becoming murders?"</em> Wade shook the distracting random connection from his thoughts. <strong>"Honey, I <em>always</em> dress for business. When you love your job... it's kind of like a vacation."</strong> He didn't say it in a threatening tone. He was merely offering her an explanation for his attire. <strong>"And who would wear casual clothing running off into the wild jungle anyways... I mean... besides you?"</strong> He said with no small hint of mirth in his voice.<br/><br/>     He didn't want them to think he was affiliated with whatever destruction had been brought on Buenos Aires, as clearely Sue was personally attached to the event; but before he could change the subject, Sue decided to free him from his "prison" and trust her green comrade's instincts. He was glad she did. <em>"Whew. Dodged a bullet there huh? There's no</em> way <em>I could have gotten her to believe watching things go KABOOM isn't entertaining."</em><br/><br/>      Then it was Jen's turn to speak. She continued to further convince Sue that it would be better to trust him for now. <em>"Trust me, really??? Damn. Something big must have really gone down."</em> Deadpool thought to himself as she spoke. Her sentence, however, was cut short by Myth's flashy appearance. Lots of bells and whistles and stuff. <em>"How inconspicuous..."</em> Wade thought to himself as he rolled his eyes. <strong>"Amateur."</strong> To be honest... Wilson was slightly envious of the grand and dramatic entrance. <br/><br/>     There was something, however, about how the man looked at Wade - as if he recognized him. It in-turn triggered some slight recall of Wilson's memory and he understood the man was once an ally... but he couldn't put a finger on why quite yet. Maybe putting a blade on it would give him the answer. <em>"Damn brain, hurry up and heal already."</em> Wilson thought with no small amount of frustration. He decided to vent those frustrations on the man in front of him.<br/><br/>     <em>"Can't have that son-of-a-transforming-bitch stealing my thunder can I?"</em> Deadpool thought, before responding to his own inner-voice. <strong>"Let's give this cocky fuck a real show."</strong> He then strode forward quickly, running past She-Hulk whilst drawing both blades. If this guy wanted a fight - well Wade would definitely give him one. The reckless mercenary led his charge with both blades extended forward towards the man's torso - paying little heed to the fact that he may very well be offering two adamantium lighting-rods in his convenient direction. Well I guess that's what a good healing factor is for.</div>