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It was just another day sitting on the couch and playing hours of skyrim on a well used PS4. When Deadpool wasn’t on a job he was stuffing his face with mexican food and on occasion, Air Heads bites. This day in particular wasn’t any different. After becoming a kinda-sorta Avenger, Deadpool found himself hardly avenging anything. To be closer to the ‘team’, he picked up a permanent residence in New York. He soon realized nearly every inch of New York was protected by some super hero or another.
Deadpool would often head out into the city to find work, but the Avengers have had their eye on him and unaliving people was frowned upon. “ Alright Narrator, enough expo, fo realsies. S’ getting annoying. “ Deadpool chimed upwards towards his ceiling. Saving his game and quickly shutting down his PS4; the correct way. Deadpool reached over to his left and snatched up his mask. With one quick yoink, Deadpool’s mask was on and he was skipping out of his apartment door, humming to the tune of ‘Pot’ by Tool.
“ Time to go see uncle Tony in his biiig tower in the sky~ “ Deadpool sing-songs on his way to the Avenger’s tower. On his way there, Deadpool recalled why Tony had asked him to move New York with a specific job in mind for him. Too Deadpool’s unawares, this job would be nearly the complete opposite of his profession. Upon arrival to Stark’s tower, Deadpool pushed through the glass door to find hardly anyone inside. A rather attractive woman was sitting at a desk in the front entrance of the building. She quickly caught sight of Deadpool and waved him over with her best forced employee smile.
“ Ahh yes, Mr. Deadpool! Glad you could make it. “ Deadpool stood confused, glancing around the wide open lobby. “ Where is the tin man and his privileged employees? “ The woman failed to hold back an unamused grunt; Deadpool could swear on his life that her name tag stated the name ‘Bertha’ in Arial font. “ Mr. Stark and company have moved to a different location, there is a helicopter on the roof waiting for you sir. “ Deadpool parted his lips to poke fun at the woman’s name, yet the mention of a helicopter caught his attention and his feet were already dragging him towards the elevator.
The helicopter was grey and rather loud yet Deadpool was quick to run over to it, knocking hard on the window to grab the attention of the pilot. After a closer look, Deadpool could see the pilot was reading a tattered paperback copy of Jurassic Park. The man’s head quickly snapped up to see Deadpool, unlocking the door to the helicopter. As Wade hefted himself into the helicopter he spoke up loudly. “ I think I prefer the movies more! The little girl in the book is far too annoying for her own good, at the end of the book I was wishing she was eaten! “ The man struggled to hear Deadpool but shook his head at him, keeping his words to himself.
The flight didn’t last long, and once Deadpool caught sight of the new base of operations he grimaced in disappointment. Deadpool stepped off the helicopter, watching it take off almost immediately. No one was waiting on the roof to lead Wade inside so he took it upon himself to find the nearest entrance. Deadpool eventually found himself in a spacious room with far too many windows.
The room itself was practically an over sized balcony, peering over the bottom floor. It looked like a training camp of sorts, reminding him of an ROTC dorm. Immediately Deadpool heard two sets of footsteps padding up the stairs to his right. Tony and another man, rather wide around the middle and a permanent expression of mild constipation, spotted him. “ Welcome to my humble abode. Ready to start the mission? “ Tony spoke up with his usual charm and charisma. The man beside Tony shifted uncomfortably and stepped between Tony and Deadpool. Deadpool raised a brow under his mask skeptically. “ Woah there vanilla wafer. “
The man scoffed loudly, turning his head a little to look at Tony. “ Why are we getting him to do this? “ Tony waved his hand in the air to brush the question aside. “ This is Happy, head of.. “ Tony trailed off noticing he had lost Deadpool’s full attention. “ Please Wade if you’ll follow us. “ Wade snapped his attention back to Tony after consulting a precarious voice unheard by the rest of the group. Deadpool quickly snuck up inbetween the two and mumbled to Tony, “ Is his name really Happy? The dude looks like someone personally spoils every ending to every show he has ever seen.” Happy clearly heard Deadpool and made another disgruntled noise. Tony stifled a laugh, for he too could admit Happy didn’t particularly live up to his name. Deadpool with a spring in his step followed the two into a rather cluttered room. Seated around a long oval shaped table sat a very colorful and diverse group of young and middle aged assumed vigilantes. To Wade’s surprise, not everyone around the table were a vigilante type, some looked like agents and others, well...
Tony spoke up, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room, Happy stood at his side like a toy soldier. Deadpool glanced at every individual to get a read on everyone in the room. At the end of the table were the group that looked like regular employees, and to the far left Wade noticed someone rather young. When the younger lifted his eyes to greet Wade’s masked one’s, he could hear the song ‘ Fair Phyllis ‘ begin to play in his head. Deadpool stood with his mouth ajar, not realizing that he was still standing next to Tony. Tony cleared his throat and called out for Deadpool to sit. Deadpool stunned by the charm of the young boy let a out a small whimper. “ Amyntas Hied.”
“ Excuse me? “ Tony retorted, confused at Deadpool’s strange outburst. The boy who still held Deadpool’s hidden eyes in his, laughed softly at his words without context and looked away from Deadpool. It was then that Deadpool found Tony’s words and took an empty seat around the oval table. Damn, what a cutie. What the hell is he doing here working for Stark. Now that I mention it, why is every vigilante moderately hot?” Deadpool thought to himself, his eyes falling back over the faces of everyone around the table.
Tony’s words reached Deadpool’s ears somewhere around, “ ...everyone here is working towards the good of the world and it’s inhabitants. “ As Tony spoke, Deadpool could tell that not everyone there seemed happy with his company, he assumed they had heard of him and his work. “ With the Sokovia Accords being pushed, I am going to be asking that for the time being, the trainees will always be accompanied by other trainees or our varsity members. This includes our scientists and those with sensitive information and those who will be in the field. Pairs. This is to prevent unforeseen mishaps as well as keeping our guys alive out there.”
When Tony paused the room began to fill with chatter, except the majority of those who sat in the back. “ For those of you who already have someone in mind that you work well with please let me know. Those who do not, I will make arrangements. “ Deadpool found himself staring up at Tony as he spoke. None of it really mattered to Deadpool one way or another, he couldn’t die period, but babysitting wasn’t really his forte.
Without warning, small screens began to appear around the room in front of each person. Each screen displayed a short paragraph asking each individual to type in the name of the person they would like to partner up with. Wade closed the screen down, opting out of the decision, whoever he would get was what he got. Deadpool was getting bored by the minute, ignoring bustle of the group. Instead Deadpool decided to play a guessing game, looking at each suited vigilante type and judging by their appearance trying to figure out who they were and what they did.
Deadpool immediately recognized Dare Devil, Luke Cage, and others who had already thoroughly established themselves in the superhero/vigilante biz. Big players like Bruce and Thor were nowhere to be seen, more than likely not invited or spending their time elsewhere more important. Deadpool eventually reached the end of the table, spotting small pale hands with three band-aids wrapped around different fingers. Deadpool’s eyes found their owner and noticed it was the boy from earlier and inwardly squealed.
This curly haired little shit has fucking band-aids all over his hands like some sort of cute, injured highschool boy. Wait… oh god what if he is actually in high school. Wait, HOW OLD IS HE. Deadpool thought to himself, swooning at the cute teen, considering if it was morally wrong. Tony eventually picked up his speech again and Deadpool tuned most of it out, finding the ceiling far more interesting. Soon the meeting was over and the majority of the assumed ‘ Varsity ‘ left the room without much thought. The ones that stayed behind were Deadpool as well as most of the civilian-looking group at the end of the table.
Tony was at the front of the room with a large hologram screen in front of him, reviewing the input everyone gave earlier. Deadpool stayed, he would have to wait until Tony was done to hear his ‘ mission ‘. Suddenly Tony burst into a small fit of laughter and looked up from his screen to someone. Deadpool’s eyes followed their target, landing on the assumed youngest one in the room. “ Peter, why did you fill out two? “ Tony asked pointedly. Awww, he has a cute name. NO bad Deadpool! Peter shifted uncomfortably in his seat looking very embarrassed. “ Uh, well Mr. Stark. So that I could offer more than one choice? “ Peter obviously didn’t want this to be shared in front of everyone.
“ Peter, I can’t be your partner. “ Tony spoke harshly. “ You might be my intern but you know I can’t be the partner for someone in the science division. “ With that Peter became silent and placed both of his hands in his lap with a small pout. “ You all can head back to your dorms. Peter you can take the next helicopter back home. Deadpool you stay here. “ Tony spoke, nodding towards the door out of the room. Deadpool stayed put as everyone left practically in single file. “ So what now coca-cola man? “ Deadpool mumbled in an amused tone.
Tony responded with an unamused frown, closing his screen and turning his attention to Deadpool. With both hands on the table, asserting himself Tony spoke. “ Well Deadpool I’m entrusting you to be the varsity to a new hero of mine. “ Deadpool raised his brow. “ Your hero?” Tony grimaced and shook his head. “ You will meet him later tonight, I’ve already arranged it. That being said, obviously no killing. You aren’t just his teammate in the field, you will also be his… for lack of a better word; bodyguard. “ Deadpool made an irritated noise. “ And how much am I being paid for this? “ Tony’s grimace kept. “ Enough Wade. “