
Work
Wade was seated on the building across from an old Hydra facility. He'd gotten a tip from his old 'friend' Bob. He decided to give them a visit to see if it was them who sent out those goons. He was somewhat disappointed to find out that yes. It was them but all he got from the head hancho was that he was given orders by someone else. Someone knew. Someone well hidden.
Wade thanked him right before detonating the string of bombs lining the foundation and main pillars of the building. He skipped out before it crumbled to the ground leaving nothing but a pile of bricks and dead bodies. He figured he should feel bad about breaking his promise. But Hydra agents seemed like an exception. Especially in these times. They had more power over people then anyone expected.
Now he had to look for another base, one bigger. One with someone who got a pay grade high enough to know names. "Bobby! Bobster! The Bob man," Deadpool greeted.
"Mr. Wilson," a squeaky voice answered.
"Buddy, listen to this, you're gonna laugh," Wade got up and started pacing. "That contact you gave me was shit. He knew nothing, he was completely useless! They didn't know a thing! So I'm gonna give you a chance to make up or," he placed the phone on his shoulder and held his gun up so that Bob could hear him cock it. "You're getting fucked with a dozen bullets my friend."
"Of course Mr. Wilson! I'm so sorry-"
"A-pap-pap, the contact Bob."
"There's another facility but it's in another state."
"Names Bobby, I want names." The nervous assistant spat out the location and names of some of the employs.
"It's very guarded Mr. Wilson. This base is very dangerous. They are trying to keep whatever's inside protected."
"What's inside?"
"I'm not sure sir."
"Of course you don't alright Bob if this place is a flop I'm coming after you." He hung up before the agent could say anymore. He was gonna need a car. And a lot more guns.
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When he got to the base he found that most of it was underground. It was just as easy to break in as the last one but he had to kill a few more people. "Now I know someone-" he grunted as he swung his sword through another person. "Knows where I can find the boss. You better start talking-" another limb lost- "before you're all dead." He may have been going overboard but today was a bad skin day and he needed something to take his frustration out on. Each swing hurt him but it was still satisfying.
"D-down the hall, fist door on the left," an agent said trembling against the wall with his hands up.
"Thank you," Wade said whole heartedly before shooting him in the head. He went to the new location. Waiting inside was a woman who leaked of power. He had her at gunpoint before she could move. "You're the head of this snake hu? I'm Deadpool, nice to meet you. I came to ask a few questions." He slowly got closer with each word, taking a sword off his back with the case still on.
"Long live Hydra," she hissed about to bite down. Wade leapt forward forcing the covered sword between her teeth.
"Ah ah ah, if I can't die that easily neither can you." It took him a second and at least two of his fingers but he managed to pull the tooth with the cyanide out of her mouth. "Now. Who do you work for?"
"Many."
"Stop with the riddle crap," he pulled a smaller blade from his pocket and stabbed it into her hand, nailing it to the wall. "I want a clear answer." He stabbed into the other one. "You're working for someone new. I want a name."
"Rot in hell," she spat.
"Not a name," he used his sword next, above her knee so that she couldn't run. "I could do this all day. I've got a lot of knives in a lot of places. Yes, even there." She paused furrowing her brows. "Now I want a god damn name."
"We work for many," she spat. "I only know we have joined another company. We now have more power, in many more places."
"I swear to," he twisted his sword into her other knee. "Names."
"A-A new company! A new corporation."
"That. Is not. A Name," he stabbed into an nonfatal place he could find.
"I-I don't know for sure! They haven't shared!"
"Then tell me what you do know!"
"I heard a name X something. Lethal X, Company X!"
"Weapon X?"
"Yes! Yes, I don't know who's involved." Wade felt sick. He was right. They were back.
"What do they want?"
"I don't-Ah!"
"What do you know?!"
"They want something! They're looking for something! They're looking for you and Spiderman! I don't know what for but they need to find it before they captured you."
"Capture me?"
"They have a list of heroes. The Avengers are most of them. You and Spiderman..."
"What are they looking for?"
"Some kind of weapon."
"That's all you know?"
"That's it," she insisted.
"Good, then I could just," he cut off her head in one swoop. "Cut off the head two more will grow," he muttered. "Tell them I'm ready."
He set off the explosives as he left the base. He made sure that nothing was nothing left for anyone else to use. This was just the beginning. He needed to find where Weapon X was hiding. At least now he knew that they were involved. He went back to his car, driving only a few miles out before stopping for some sleep. He pulled off the mask glaring at his reflection. Most of his skin was peeling or shriveling into bigger scars. The skin of one eye had peeled back leaving his eye dry and deformed. He turned to the roof of the used car trying to change his attention to his surroundings. It smell like gun powder and blood. The sounds of pained and panicked screams still ringing in his ears. He could still see the faces of pain. Feel warm blood seep through his suit. This was why worked better alone.
Working with Spiderman would be different. He couldn't just run in and get the job done. Spiderman was could die. He wasn't as durable as knowledgeable. And he wouldn't have accepted or dealt with what happened in there. Wade wouldn't want him to see any of that anyway. Wade couldn't get him involved. Weapon X would tear him apart. Wade couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let someone else suffer at their hands.
With a strained groan he got up and started the car. If he didn't sleep then he work. He'd work until he found them all.