<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>         Black Cat<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     Ever alert - despite his continuous self-dialogue - Wilson quickly noticed Black Cat break the foliage on the edge of the clearing about a hundred yards down and away from him. He grinned and raised his eyebrows, <em>"Now that's what I'm tal... 'thinking' about."</em> He reached down to his belt once more and clicked that same button as he eyed the woman. In a fraction of a short second his body disintegrated into purplish haze that disappeared as quickly as he had. Before that same second could even complete itself, Deadpool's phyiscal reconstruction already had - down in front of Black Cat just a handful of steps away.<br/><br/>     <strong>"Meow."</strong> Though she couldn't see the grin that creased his face through his mask, the elastic material did torque somewhat on one side, hinting as to the expression that lay underneath (not that she'd need any hint given the tone of his previous word). <strong>"I knew that the Amazon was full of exotic cats... but: DAMN! If the discovery channel ever did a documentary on you, I probably would have visited this hell-hole much earlier."</strong><br/><br/>     Of course Wade wondered in the back of his mind what she was really doing out here. He wondered if she too was working for Apocalypse, searching for these giant worthless stone monuments - but then he'd remembered his parents teaching him the importance of not talking to strangers. Sleeping with them was never discourage though - at least not that he could remember. Wade shook the tangent of thought away and refocused on the woman in front of him who was clad in a tight black outfit that did plenty for his over-active imagination. <br/><br/>     <strong>"Sooo.... Is that a mirror in your pocket?"</strong><em> "Nice..."</em> The expression was said with a shameless wink that could definitely be seen, mask or not.<br/></div>