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Deadpool. Weapon, Part I: The Devil - Walking on the Edge
I don't really have a plan...
Deadpool. Weapon, Part I: The Devil
[Confused? Start at the beginning with Chapter 1]


Previously, on Deadpool: Weapon:

[Face front, true believers! It’s me, Wade Wilson, a.k.a. Deadpool, a.k.a. the Merc-with-a-Mouth [sorry for all the a.k.a.’s, but I thought you might need reminding, seeing as the lazy writer decided to go on vacation last week and didn’t post a thing about me]! So! When last we left Our Hero [Me? Yep, me!], he was valiantly fighting the evil Deathstroke--

[What? Why can’t I say that?


Well, he’s being evil now, isn’t he? I mean, pickin’ on the Teen Titans an’ that cute Koriand’r! That’s SO messed up, beating on teens like that. Like they don’t have it bad enough with the acne and all. Trust me, I know.


Ok, ok, OK. *grumble*

-- the sometimes evil Deathstroke, who’s also sometimes a good guy because that’s the way we mercenaries roll. Anyways. ‘Stroke an’ me were fighting in some dirty alley in the Big, Shiny Apple, but for this recap, I get to sit here in this nice, comfy, mothball-smellin’ old Broadway theater for a bit while I tell you amnesiacs what’s been happenin’. Ahhh. It’s nice to have a break, y’know, because t’tell ya the truth, Deathstroke was kinda kickin’ my canastas just now. Only a little bit, though, and I was totally just about to--

--“Hey! Weasel? Blind Al? T-Ray?!?! Whatchu all doin’ in New York?”

Blind Al: “MST Central just got a call about this storyline, Wade, so we got pulled in to do a little light commentary. You stupid merc. I’m missing Matlock for this.”

Deadpool: “What?! But I thought MSTing was for bad writing. I mean, clearly, this fic is of the super-stellar, extra-helpings of Mouthy Merc in your Murky-Os variety! Why the MSTing?”

Weasel: *hem* “Actually, although the original MST3K TV program was used as a vehicle to poke fun at bad movies, MSTing is now used in fanfiction not only to serve that function, but also to occasionally point out fanfic that strays from canon. True, usually the two purposes go hand in hand (see, e.g. deu_sex_machina) , but it is not completely unorthodox to utilize the format in order to simply point out a glaring swerve away from canon in an otherwise, as you say, 'super-stellar' fic.”

Deadpool: *facepalm* “Trust you to know that, you walking Wikipedia. I can’t believe you just used “utilize” in a sentence in MY fic. Geez, Weas. You need to get out more.”

Weasel: ”Um...well...yeah, not gonna argue that.”

Deadpool: “Anyway, you’re missing your Matlock, Battlestar Galactica, and Passions for nothin’. Em would never mess with canon. No way. You know she’s all about the canon. I mean, a little continuity flub here and there, sure – they come in handy in future retcons, as T-Rex well knows-- (Ed. note: Wade is referring to the little ‘Deadpool's pants’ detail in Issue #39 of Cable & Deadpool) -- but canon is sacred. She said.”

Weasel: “Apparently not, Wade.”

T-Ray: *snort* “Like anything is sacred to you anyway, Wilson.”

Deadpool: “Well, you kinda got me there, T-Bone; but Em’s different. She’s a canon freak. She’s always saying how canon-freaky she is. Why would she change her mind now?”

T-Ray: “Apparently for a bit of lame romance, Wilson. Or possibly a major plot point. But why’s it got your panties in a twist? You of all people should know no one has any scruples these days.”

Weasel: “And, uh, Wade, buddy? I hate to tell you, but she’s been planning this little hiccup from Day 1. I mean, I think this little canon deviation we’re about to hit was actually the impetus for this whole fic...”

Deadpool: “...but...but...”

Blind Al: “Face it, Wade. She’s a dirty, double-talkin’, double-dealin’ gal.”

Deadpool: ”...The cake is a lie...I feel woozy...”

T-Ray: *yawn* “This is boring. Can I get back to looking pasty and killing people with my magic green glow now?”

Weasel: “Probably...Hey, T-Ray, by the way - you ever gonna change that dirty ol’ Band-Aid on your nose?”

T-Ray: “No.” *smack*

Weasel: ”Ow. By dose.


Um...I thik I need a Bad-Aid now.”

Blind Al: “Well, it’s been real, Wade, but I’d best get back to scrawling obscene phrases on your Thor Underoos. And possibly the walls. It’s hard to tell where you’re writing when you’re blind. So, you know, ciao! Oh, and don’t forget to finish the recap before the chapter starts.”

Deadpool: *hrmph* “Yeah, and I love you too, you old hag.”



You’d think I’d be used to stories shifting around by now, what with my constant brain-cell regeneration, but some things still throw the old brain-pan for a loop. Canon deviations? I refuse to believe it. Not from her.

...And clearly, since I refuse to believe it, it’s not true! So, back to the recap! Em took my hand puppets away, so no reenactments this time
[merg]. But let’s just say I may have underestimated Deathstroke a teensy tiny bit. I mean, I knew he was fast, but no one told me about that whole “moving between the seconds” gig. And yeah, I’d heard about that staff thingie, and I might just have some plans for it pretty soon, but I thought for sure the adamantium claws would be more than a match for that promethium armor. I mean, Wolvie uses them to lord it over pretty much everybody in the Marvel world, so how was I supposed to know the DC folks had anything better?

...Not that I can’t still handle things, you know? But this is supposed to be my story. So how come I sort of just got my ass handed to me on a gold-plated platter? Sort of, I said. I mean, I was still totally coming out on top. I just teleported away for a little breather, you know? Just a little break to grow my face back and stuff. No big deal. Find a quiet spot, lay low for a minute or three, regain my eyesight...Funny, though. I thought I felt something hit my ankle as I faded out...

Chapter 6: It's amazing what velocity can do when human beings are in season*

Some Grassy, Sunny Area Where We Probably Shouldn’t Be Hanging Around With Sharp, Pointy Things

Deadpool faded onto the grass, surrounded by a faint purple glow. Already he thought he could see a little blurry sunlight. He took a deep breath--and choked. A hazy red-and-black mask filled what vision he had just regained. Deathstroke had come with him--


--and now he was sitting on him--


--and choking the hell out of him.


“So,” Deathstroke said, “Have you grown back enough of your tongue to tell me where Pat is yet?”

Deadpool shook his head feebly.

“Well that’s ok, I can wait. And it’s not like you’re going anywhere for a bit.”

[Probably true. ...Where are we, anyway?]

Deadpool looked around, as much as he could.

[Um. Oh. Central Park. Huh. Not exactly a quiet, unpopulated place to hole up at until I finish growing my eyes back. Nor was I intending to ice any civilians today, and my are they out en masse, taking advantage of the sunny skies. Oh well, you know what they say--if you can’t handle the heat, don’t come out to play when Deadpool’s around!


Something like that, anyway. Oh, hey! I think I can feel my tongue.

Deadpool tried clearing his throat. It worked. “H-hey, Slade,” he said. “Listen. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot, you know? Why don’t you ease up on the chokehold a bit, and I’ll tell you where Pat is. What say?”

Slade eyed him suspiciously, but shifted his weight and his grip a tiny bit. “That’s all the leeway you get, Deadpool. Now talk.”

“Talk? I thought you’d never ask! But actually, I don’t think I’ll talk about Pat just yet, since you just freed up my arm enough for me to do this!” With a flourish, Deadpool stuck a small, six-pointed bit of metal to the armor on Slade’s chest and pushed the button in the middle.


“What the--?” Deathstroke’s armor and staff began to fade away like it was being teleported...but Deathstroke wasn’t going anywhere.

“Oh, Weasel, you little genius. You are so getting a new subscription to Maxim for Christmas!” Deadpool chortled as he heaved Deathstroke away from him.

“What the hell did you just do to my armor?” Deathstroke roared as he landed on his butt. “What was that thing??”

“Well, Weasel calls it the “Wicked-Cool-Winning-Move-I’m-a-Genius Doodad,” but I like to call it the D.E.M.”

“...What? How do you get D.E.M. out of that?”

“Long story, possibly with clues hidden in the recap section of the last chapter. Anyway, I hope you had some little tags nailed to all that armor.”


“Yeah, you know: ‘If found, please return to Slade Wilson, a.k.a. Deathstroke’? My dad used to put those in all my clothes before boot camp: “If found, please return to General Wilson, so he can kick the snot out of his son for being so careless.’ Man, the guys had a lot of fun with my stuff before I got so good at carrying everything around with me.”

Deathstroke launched himself at Deadpool and started choking him again. “Forget your whacked-out childhood, where’s my armor?”

*gackt* “Who knows? I teleported it away. All promethium within ten feet of that thing is now about a thousand miles from here. [Thank everything.] But guess what? My swords are still right here!!!”

Deadpool brought his katanas slashing down on Deathstroke’s back. “Oh, finally, some blood that isn’t mine,” he crowed. He flung Deathstroke away, heard some startled exclamations and scattered cheers and boos, and whirled around to see some New Yorkers pointing and staring from a nearby footpath.

“And the crowd goes wild!” he yelled, holding a pretend microphone to his mouth. “Yes, folks. It’s another bright day here in Central Park, and the contenders are rarin’ to go. In this corner, Deathstroke, who no longer clangs when he walks. And in this corner, the amazing, the awe-inspiring, the alliterative...Deadpool!” He turned and blocked a swordblow from Deathstroke.

“Yes, Stan, ‘Pool is really using those katanas to his advantage as he gets the leap on Deathstroke in round two of this match!” Deadpool narrated. “OHH, would you look at that? The Assassin Strike, followed by a full out Blade Cyclone!!” Deadpool slashed and sliced at Deathstroke. “Man, I haven’t seen moves like those since Ultimate Alliance. WHAT a fight this is going to be. On one side at least!”

“You got that right, Joe. I hope Deathstroke can get it together there, because as far as I can see, all he’s doing right now is bleeding on the nice park grass. And that’s bad form.”

“Wait, Stan! You see it?” Deadpool exclaimed. “It looks like Deathstroke’s up and reaching for his knives.” *gshuugt* “And he’s successfully stabbed Deadpool in the side, but does Deadpool fall? No he. Does. NOT. A quick bounce back and out with the shurikens. Ooh, right in the perineum – isn’t perineum a fun word? And one in the thigh! And one in that clown holding the balloons! [Oops.] Geez, this is just not ‘Stroke’s lucky day. Maybe he should just run away now.”

“And speaking of runaways, Joe, make sure you check out those cute li’l Runaways in issue #30, out now!” Deadpool spun and kicked Deathstroke in the stomach. “Our sponsor [Joss Whedon, who else?] proudly endorses both the Runaways AND our main man, ‘Pool.”

[Man I’d like to ‘endorse’ some of those Runaways. ‘Specially that Nico babe.]

“Will you shut UP??” Deathstroke yelled, blasting at Deadpool with the guns he held in both hands. Deadpool dodged to the left. "How can you keep talking all the time??”

“Well, as Dr. Bong once said, ‘I believe lengthy speeches in mid-leap are a form of mutant power.’ And everyone knows I’m a mutant. Now stop interrupting my commentary!” Deadpool kicked Deathstroke in the knee, sending him to the ground. Deathstroke rolled, grabbed Deadpool and punched him in the face.

“Say, Stan--OUF--not all of our good folks listening in know about our main man--GYEEEOOWSH!--(Oooh, there goes Deadpool’s hand. That serrated knife had to hurt. And that was his favorite glove, too. Shame!)-- So why don’t you give ‘em some--OWWIE--stats?”

“Sure thing, Joe. Well, as all you ‘Pool fans know, Deadpool has only two speeds: walk, and kill. Also, the chief export of Deadpool is Pain. And the way I hear it, Deadpool doesn’t shower; he only takes blood baths." *grrf* "Basically, folks: when Deadpool hits town...even Chuck Norris runs for his life. After all, Death waits for no man. Unless that man is Deadpool.”

“Thanks Stan, I think that summed it up nicely.” *whuff* “I think he’s grown his hand back, too. Way to go, 'Pool!” Deadpool rolled away from Deathstroke’s sword.

“This is ridiculous!” Deathstroke yelled as his sword thwacked into the grass. “Don’t you ever stop?? I blew your head off, stabbed you in the gut, sliced you apart, cut off your hand, and broke your jaw THREE TIMES. How can you just keep going like this?!”

“Didn’t you know?” smirked Deadpool. “I’m the best there is at whatever it is Wolverine does!”

“Who’s Wolverine?!”

“Aw, HELL. This crossover plot is really ruining my schtick.” Deadpool grumped as he ducked the hail of bullets Deathstroke was spraying everywhere. “And hey! Watch with the shooting, why dontcha? You start killing civilians, it’s gonna put a real crimp in this hero persona I’m tryin’ to pull off.”

“What?! But you killed that clown over there when you threw those shurikens at me!”

“So? Clowns are the biggest threat to mankind. Anyway, the clown isn’t really dead, ‘cause none of this is really happening. See, there’s a woman...with a computer...and she’s getting really pissed at you. Why don’t you DIE already??”

“Because it’s not what I do, you fool. People don’t kill me; I kill them. Why do you think they call me ‘Deathstroke the Terminator’?”

Deathstroke picked Deadpool up by his teleport harness and threw him into a tree, which made an ominous cracking sound--

“Well I just assumed it was so people would think you were awesome like Arnold, but hell, what do I know?”

--and came crashing down towards a dark-haired woman just walking beneath it, headphones in her ears, completely oblivious to the fight. [Oh, crap.] Deadpool dove at her and knocked her out of the way of the tree--only to be pinned beneath the tree trunk himself. “Grrrrrnph!” he grunted as he lifted the trunk and slid from beneath it. [And now we know why headphones are a dangerous, dangerous thing.]

“Dammit! There you go with the civilians again. And that one was pretty, too! NOW I’m pissed!” Deadpool growled. “And we all know what that means..."

"Tornado Kick!” [that’s Tatsumaki Senpuukyaku to you] Deadpool yelled, as he teleported circles around Deathstroke, slicing, dicing, and kicking every available surface. “Dude! Did you see that? I can fight in Japanese! How frikkin’ cool am I? Well, not as cool as Iceman, obviously, but even Iceman--“

“Aaaaaauugh! I can’t take it anymore! Hara-Kiiiriiii!!” screamed Deathstroke, holding up his hands so Deadpool would stop kicking him.

Deadpool stopped. “What, seriously? Toasty!”

“Well, not exactly hara-kiri,” panted Deathstroke. “But I want to make a deal. Please. You just want me to stop fighting the Teen Titans, right? That’s what this is all about?”

“...Yeah,” said Deadpool.

“OK. I promise to stop fighting the Teen Titans...if you promise to tell me where Pat is, AND to never, ever talk to me again after we leave Central Park today.”

“Hey, you know, that’s not a bad deal,” Deadpool said as he snapped one of his fingers back into place. “I could run with that offer.”

“Just so we’re clear – I ever hear your voice again after today, the deal’s OFF,” growled Deathstroke.

“No prob, bud.” Deadpool slapped Deathstroke on the back, then shook Deathstroke's hand to seal the deal.

“As for the first condition, I never actually had Pat. I was just using her name as bait. ‘S far as I know, she’s at home or at work or wherever, so we’re square there. And as for the second, I promise you’ll never hear my dulcet tones again after this. Scout’s honor,” Deadpool said. “And just to make sure of that--” Deadpool switched on the teleporter he’d just stuck to Deathstroke’s back “--I’m sending you after that armor of yours. Sayonara!”


As Deathstroke faded away, Deadpool looked around at the damage.

[Hrm. One dead clown, one busted hot dog stand, one broken tree...oh. And one injured woman. Damn.]

He ran over to the dark-haired woman still sprawled near the tree. Her hair covered her face and part of the white lab coat she wore. “*&%#$!” he swore, brushing the hair out of her face. “Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?” She groaned, opened her eyes wide, and looked up at him. He looked back at her.




[Hey, why is my head surrounded by little hearts? HEY!]

“What?” the woman asked.

[Um...did I say that out loud?]

“Are you ok, miss?”

“I...I...” She was staring at his hand...his hand, which no longer had a glove on. His hand, which was covered in scars and cancer tumors. Erk.

Deadpool thrust his hand behind his back and backed away from her. “Uh, I gotta go,” he said, reaching toward his belt with his other hand.


As he teleported away, the last thing he heard was her voice.



Chapter 7, arriving soon in all its glory...

Chapter 6 title from A Boy and His Machine Gun by Matthew Good Band.

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lady_of_mists From: lady_of_mists Date: June 18th, 2008 03:13 pm (UTC) (current file)
Oh, dear. Hearts are *always* a bad sign, Deadpool. Always.

And a hilarious end to this fight scene! Kudos!
foresthouse From: foresthouse Date: June 18th, 2008 05:22 pm (UTC) (current file)
Particularly for him, heh. He NEVER has good luck with Teh Women.

Yay! Glad you liked it. Writing such visual stuff as fighting is definitely a challenging writing exercise.

lady_of_mists From: lady_of_mists Date: June 18th, 2008 06:22 pm (UTC) (current file)
:laughs: I can imagine that he wouldn't. He tends to run off a bit at the mouth. It would take a very special woman to put up with that. ;)

And it is. I hate fight scenes and my book has several that I need to work on/edit. I'm not good with description, you see. Looking forward to the next part! :)
foresthouse From: foresthouse Date: June 18th, 2008 06:49 pm (UTC) (current file)
And he's got low self-esteem, and/or the women are either crazy, fighting on the other side in a merc-type situation, or don't approve of what he does for a living. And also he's ugly as all get-out, heh. So sometimes he uses a holographic image-inducer, and sometimes he just hides from people via the mask etc.

The artists tend to vary what he looks like, but at the very least, his entire body is covered with scar tissue, sores, and/or cancer tumors (look at his arms in the icon I'm using). Some go further, and draw him with misshapen ears and stuff. Sometimes they mention that it looks like terrible acne. And there was one truly horrible rendition where he had a lazy eye as well (I tend to not think of that one as canon, because it was in a one-off issue with different writers/artists/etc. than usual. And also because how could he be as coordinated as he is if there's something wrong with his eyes?)

Yay! The next part will be a change from the fight scenes, although...there may be more action coming up!
foresthouse From: foresthouse Date: June 18th, 2008 06:50 pm (UTC) (current file)
ETA: Oops. I guess you can't see the arms. Durr. I'll have to find a good maskless pic.
gestalt1 From: gestalt1 Date: June 18th, 2008 03:24 pm (UTC) (current file)
Lolz, random MST-ing. Blind Al is teh awesome. And why is DP in my head now reffering to T-Bone only as T-Boner...?

This is just general win. You've got Deadpool's voice down pat! *yayz*

DUN DUN DUHNNNN! *ominous noises* A female! love interest! I am interested to see where teh plot point is leading...
*waits* ... *waits*
foresthouse From: foresthouse Date: June 18th, 2008 05:27 pm (UTC) (current file)
T-Boner, hee.

We are so juvenile. *g*

You've got Deadpool's voice down pat! *yayz*

Yayz indeed!!

I'm glad you're enjoying it. This one took awhile. Seriously, I think fight scenes are harder to write than sex, what with all the physical rather than verbal action. Thank goodness DP never shuts up - it makes letting people know what's happening easier. :)

I know. Finally, some potential romance in this fic. Excitement!!! (And of course, just because there's a female involved doesn't mean he might not have eyes for *hem* someone else later on...)
gestalt1 From: gestalt1 Date: June 18th, 2008 05:46 pm (UTC) (current file)
He shall be T-Boner from now on...

Really, DP is always checking out the girls as well as guys so he does need to get some het action in fandom somewhere before he goes back to his one tru luv. Lolz. And yeah, I remember you saying Cable might make an appearance somewhere. XD XD
foresthouse From: foresthouse Date: June 18th, 2008 06:08 pm (UTC) (current file)
Oh, Cable is definitely coming.


*hem* You know what I mean.

Part II (when it gets here, about 6 chapters from now OMG) will be set in the midst of the C&D run, so Cable will be appearing for sure, although it'll still be a DP-centric fic. There'll be a time-leap, but threads from this story will be picked up there.

Apparently, when I decided to finally write a fanfic, I decided it must be Epic Fic. Hee.

he does need to get some het action in fandom somewhere

Seriously, I really think almost all DP fic is probably C&D fic. That's why I posted my fic in the C&D comm - because...there just really wasn't any other place where people were interested in reading a fic with DP, that I could find. :) Probably most of the people in the comm are all, "Where's the hot C&D tension? Pffft! We don't need your fic." But I'm glad a few people are enjoying it. *g*
gestalt1 From: gestalt1 Date: June 18th, 2008 06:12 pm (UTC) (current file)
See, Cable/DP is so canon, there is NO HET! I seriously cannot think of any other fandom where this is the case... Which is fine by me, as I don't care for het. Mainly I think because there is so much bad Mary-Sueish het. Which is not to say that there isn't bad slash, but that's generally down to bad writing, or use of cliches. It's harder to self-insert when you're a girl writing a guy shagging another guy.

foresthouse From: foresthouse Date: June 18th, 2008 06:39 pm (UTC) (current file)
It's funny 'cause it's true.

I think part of why there's no good non-C&D Deadpool fic is that the earlier runs aren't as well known - I think C&D pulled a lot of fans in who hadn't read the original DP (not surprising, as C&D is awesomely written, and got great reviews when it came out, whereas the earlier runs (while awesomely written as well) were not as widely known as far as I know). So a lot of fans don't even know about Wade's history with women. But he's actually had "romances" with Siryn of X-Force (Banshee's daughter), Copycat (who was his earliest known romance, from way back in his origin story) and Typhoid Mary (and you want to talk messed-up, totally awesome "love" storylines, issues 6-14ish of the 1997 run are THE SH*T. One of them seriously almost made me cry. All three were unique and pretty great stories (including the part where Copycat, who can look like other people, dated Wade as 4 different women. Hah).

Speaking of Mary Sues, just for you, a "deleted scene" that got cut from the recap part of this chapter:

Weasel: “And, uh, Wade, buddy? I hate to tell you, but she’s been planning this little hiccup from Day 1. I mean, I think this little canon deviation we’re about to hit was actually the impetus for this whole fic...”

Deadpool: “Oh, geez - at least tell me it's not going to suddenly turn into one of those awful, 'I wrote this so I could insert myself in the story as a Mary Sue' fics..."

Weasel: "No...no, I don't think you could even encounter such a thing as a Mary Sue in your storyline, 'Pool. So no worries there."

Deadpool: "...but...then why's she doing it?"

Blind Al: “Face it, Wade. She’s a dirty, double-talkin’, double-dealin’ gal.”
gestalt1 From: gestalt1 Date: June 18th, 2008 06:44 pm (UTC) (current file)
*kills the Sues with the force of a THOUSAND EXPLODING SUNS*

How far back exactly do the little 'hint of gay' I think it's his aftershave... quips go in DP, as evedince of his bisexuality? (And by the by, I read this really good article on C&D and DP's sexuality at some point. I so need to trawl through my past month's history to find it... Or something...)

Don't forget his uber-romance with Death!
foresthouse From: foresthouse Date: June 18th, 2008 06:55 pm (UTC) (current file)
Was that the article from 2006 I linked, or something else?

Oh yes. AND THEN THERE'S DEATH. Heh. Durr. I can't believe I forgot that one. Also there's a little bit of tension with The Expediter, Zoe, in the early issues. It isn't much, but there's a sizzle here and there.

Well, there's no overt chemistry with any one male in the DP runs, as far as I recall, but he does make one-off comments about men, such as the Prof X comment, the Thor issue where he's asking about what conditioner Thor uses and says some other stuff of that nature (I'll have to look it up), etc. I should really go through and chronicle it sometime. Heh.
gestalt1 From: gestalt1 Date: June 18th, 2008 06:58 pm (UTC) (current file)
It probably was the article you linked. I mean, I can't think of anywhere else I could have got it. So: Yay, you rock for teh link posts! I am so going to have to start doing some of those.


foresthouse From: foresthouse Date: June 18th, 2008 08:20 pm (UTC) (current file)
I know. I have a feeling Way is not going to be quite the same in that regard. *sigh*

Well, maybe at least I'll go through and record some memorable DP comments for the folks of the C&D comm, to make up for spamming them with non-slash fic. Heh.

If not straight, I think both C&D would be bi, though - because Cable also has some het cuteness before the C&D run. There's a really cute moment in New Mutants #98 where Domino knifes DP in the back, and she's appeared out of nowhere from a long absence or something, or they haven't seen each other in awhile, and Cable and Domino quip at each other, and then Cannonballs or someone says, "Look! Cable's actually smiling!" And the artist rendition of Cable smiling is adorable and he looks all mushily happy to see her. I never was too giant a fan of the Cable and Domino pairing, but that moment was cute. (Re: why I wasn't a big fan - weirdly enough, I think for some reason I always equated "Domino" with "Dominatrix" in my head and thought, "Why isn't there more violence in this relationship? It's too tame." Even though it's not like I advocate violence in relationships. Heh.)
gestalt1 From: gestalt1 Date: June 18th, 2008 08:33 pm (UTC) (current file)
Well, Cable is from the future, so it follows that his ideas about sexuality might be more advanced a bit different to the modern day.

Domino/Cable is kinda cute, but I can't help not liking her in C&D since she gettin' in the way of mah slash! D: I think if it were before Nate had met DP, then I'd like her a lot more.

Lol, Cannonballs. Though I keep getting him mixed up with Speedball for some reason. Well, not any more, obviously, since Speedy went emo and became Penance. Cool suit tho.
foresthouse From: foresthouse Date: June 19th, 2008 12:44 am (UTC) (current file)
Yeah, like how he gets naked in front of Irene and stuff. Hee.

I love the awful thing he makes his cat wear when he's Penance.
gestalt1 From: gestalt1 Date: June 19th, 2008 04:38 pm (UTC) (current file)
Oh, I've not even seen Penitant-Puss yet! DX DX I've just heard about him. I didn't think he was real!

Future-soldiers FTW!
foresthouse From: foresthouse Date: June 19th, 2008 05:41 pm (UTC) (current file)
I'm pretty sure the pic I saw was from the Deadpool GLI Summer Spectacular. I think.
gestalt1 From: gestalt1 Date: June 19th, 2008 05:44 pm (UTC) (current file)
I think I need to check scans_daily...
foresthouse From: foresthouse Date: June 19th, 2008 05:48 pm (UTC) (current file)
Yeah, I think it's on there. In the recap section?

Man, I love Scans Daily.
addygryff From: addygryff Date: June 19th, 2008 09:06 am (UTC) (current file)
Gods, Deadpool's commentary during the fight scene was simply awesome, and so was him talking Deathstroke into 'hara-kiri'.
Liking this quite a bit so far. ;D
foresthouse From: foresthouse Date: June 19th, 2008 05:39 pm (UTC) (current file)
Glad you're enjoying it!

Deadpool is so much cooler than Chuck Norris. ;)
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