<div class="floatleft">(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/13/132383/2640630-deadpool.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>  None<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Jungle Clearing, near Buenos Aires<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         She-Hulk, Invisible Woman<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     Well now. That wasn't nice.<br/><br/>     Wade didn't even flinch when she suddenly snapped on him and a barely perceptible field surrounded his idle form. <em>"Susan Richards... Yes. Reed's annoying little bitch."</em> He calmly crossed his arms and listened to her threat. Sure, he could just reach down, click a button and appear behind her. It would take just the simplest draw of an adamantine blade and he could put her down for good. But then he would spend the next several hours (or longer) trying to find a way to get out of She-Hulk's grasp... which would be a painfully unnecessary tromp that he really wasn't in the mood for.<br/><br/>    Before he had a chance to respond.<em> "That's a lie, I had plenty I could have said if I wanted to."</em> - Okay... after Wade crossed his arms and continued to stare back at Sue, Jen interceded between the two - trying to calm her friend. Then the bad-ass green lady turned her attention back to Wade <em>"as it should be."</em> She inquired pretty much the same thing Sue had, and to that Wilson had no real answer, but of course he was full of words to offer - whether they were relevant or not. <strong>"Look ladies, I don't know what you're talking about. Just yesterday - or maybe today - I was lounging in a fancy hotel in Buenos Aires, trying to find a couple acceptable dates to escort to my favorite fake medieval paradise... and then BAM. I wake up here in this stinky, swampy jungle. You couldn't even LARP in this shit."</strong><br/><br/>    Wade didn't hide his agitation. He hated not being in the loop. He was <em>always</em> in the loop. However, for whatever reason, he just couldn't recall the last 24 to 48 hours of time - and he had a pretty good hunch the pounding headache he woke up to just minutes ago had something to do with it. It would come back eventually - it always did. His regenerative factor even worked on the neural connections inside his brain. Once they healed up, he'd have the facts in perfect condition... Perhaps that was the reason he came off as so utterly and inexplicably insane. His memory was perfect - to the point that there was so much stuff jammed in there, there was always something popping up at the most inopportune time.<br/><br/>    <em>"Speaking of something popping up at inopportune times..."</em> There was just something about being threatened by two attractive, healthy, violent women that turned Deadpool on. It wouldn't be the first time, though he definitely would need to find some form of protection - he didn't want 'psycho blonde bitch' chasing him down nine-months later blaming a baby on him - that would be an entirely different kind of headache that his healing factor couldn't save him from. He then began to wonder if these force-fields she was able to generate would do the trick. <br/><br/>     He realized then that an awkward length of silence had transpired since his last sentence, and the whole time since then he'd been zoned out on big greeny's breasts. <strong>"Uh... so... yeah. Trapped under a building you say? I mean... I'm pretty bad-ass, but as for leveling an entire building or city - pretty sure I haven't checked <em></em>that off my bucket list yet."</strong> Were they really questioning him about this? Jeez, who did they think he was. <strong>"Have you checked with any of the usual suspects? I mean, I'm pretty skilled with a briefcase full of C4 when I need to be - but why the hell would I want to blow up part of Buenos Aires? I came here for a vacation, not on business."</strong> For some reason he felt like he was lying, but until he knew why - he'd believe it was the truth.</div>