4233/Oh f---, Deadpool's got into the experimental weapons!

Oh f---, Deadpool's got into the experimental weapons!
Date of Scene:	09 April 2018
Location:	Triskelion, New York City
Synopsis:	Wade Wilson, come on down, you're the next consultant on the Spy is Right
Cast of Characters:	Deadpool, Black Widow (Romanoff), Quake, Hawkeye (Barton), Nick Fury

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Deadpool has posed:
Klaxons sounded when they detected the heat signature. These kinds of things had become annoyingly regular of late, ever since Black Widow made the unfortunate choice to find love with the lunatic in the red suit. In fact, S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists, top men really, were no doubt hard at work at devising an anti-teleportation field to surround all S.H.I.E.L.D. facilities, both the ones publicly known like the Triskelion, and all the ones that weren't acknowledge or widely known. Again, Deadpool had an annoyingly ability to find them, no matter where they hid.

If Deadpool ever turned evil, not that he was terribly nice, and competent, they'd be so boned. Like today, the man had teleported into the Triskelion, just outside the Weapons Testing area. Upon seeing the door's label, which he read aloud for some reason, "Experimental Weapons Testing Area 3. Authorized Personnel Only. Agents must adhere to proper testing procedures at all times. 1. Agents must wait until the all clear signal is... oh, like anyone would read all that. Now, where do I click yes to continue?"

And by click, he meant getting into the room. It was locked, with a security keypad. He looked at it for a moment, typing in a few commands, each which flashed red with 'Incorrect Code'. And so he took a step back, looking at the door. He stroked his chin in quiet contemplation. Then he snapped his fingers, drew his sword, and stuck it through the gap in the door, where the hinges were on the other side. He stabbed forward with force, though the sharpness of his blades was what really drove it home, and he cut them. Then he kicked in the door with the hinge side, having it swing wide open.

Whistling the theme song from the Andy Griffith Show, he sauntered in.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
As the alarms continued to go off, blaring their noise through the hallways, a computer screen somewhere lit up with every single warning possible. Teams were alerted. Security squads rushed to the location of the infiltration. They still were taking every alert as reality, despite the many times it turned out to be Deadpool popping in. A few times, the Black Widow had intercepted them before they actually acquired their target.

Today, she was upstairs in her office and no where near the lower level where the alarms were sounding.

A squad of SHIELD agents converged from both ends of the hallway, some armed with ICERs while others had automatic weapons or blasters. "Freeze! Hands up!"

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool turned around slowly, in the manner that they probably wouldn't shoot him. As crazy as he was, he knew procedure. He was wearing a mask, and even without it, his suit was very distinct. There was always the possibility of an imposter, but the ease with which he turned around, the way he held his katana up, over his right shoulder, the fact he was still whistling the theme to the Andy Griffith Show, this had to be the genuine article.

"Oh, hello boys, I'm here for the 100 megaton special. Buy one and get a 10 megaton free. Would that be in Aisle 6, or Aisle 12? I must admit, the deal on Freeze Rays is tempting, but no, I really want the megaton special. Oh, Frank... those bags under your eyes? Is Alice still making you sleep on the couch? Come here, you look like you could use a big hug."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"Drop the weapon!" comes the gruff, angry voice of the apparent senior officer of the security squad. They all look alike due to the black gear with the face masks. Only the portion around their eyes is visible. The leader has dark brown eyes with a few wrinkles around the edges that are more laugh lines than those associated with age. Normally, he's a pretty nice guy. Until someone kicks down a door to an experimental weapons area and is standing there with a katana in hand.

One of the men with blue eyes blinks at the comment. "Yeah, she just won't forgive me," Frank answers. "I mean it was just one time. You would think the woman would undrstand a man has needs. How could I pass up centerfield seats even if it was our anniversary?!"

"Shut up, Frank!" barks the leader as he looks at the intruder.

Quake has posed:
"What do you mean go check it out?" Skye complains to Clint. "Do I look like security to you? How is this part of my training?" She says that last complete with airquotes. "I swear to god, you invite someone to your Housewarming and people shove them off on you."

Agent Skye Johnson was cranky for lack of sleep, and that an unexpected winter storm had delayed their vacation flight plans.

"We're not even on duty - and who brings a bow on a trip to Hong Kong? Who? Why am I even asking. You do, that's who."

The rest of her grumbling is courtesy of missing her first cup of coffee of the day, and running into not one, but TWO broken vending machines on the way in to the firing ranges weapons lockers.

Clint, or course, has the lead on this one.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint bears the storm of words with a chuckle, "Sort of an all hands-on deck thing," he says about why they were checking things out. "Besides, the last one of these was for you, so I figure it balances the scales or something."

Clint was his mostly cheerful self but he was getting a little tired of being dragged into things on what was supposed to be his time off.

As they get closer to the weapon's area, he slows his pace some, gestures for Skye to hang back a pace or two then creeps towards the open door, back against the wall he peeks inside. "Oh for the love of-" he groans. "It's cool," he calls to Skye. "It's just Wade."

He lowers his weapon and comes around the corner, "Hey guys, it's cool. We've got this."

Then with a nod to Frank. "Sorry to hear about, Alice."

Deadpool has posed:
"Really? But what about your nice clean floor? Well, all right, but this one's all on you Reggie." Deadpool drops his sword, and the blade proves to be so sharp that it actually manages to get stuck in the floor, driving a small hole into it and making someone gasp in the room below as it is only stopped when the hilt hits the floor. Deadpool looks down at the mess Reggie made, "Wakanda steel, Japanese craftsmanship. It's like Egyptian cotton and Italian weaving." And seeing the look on Andrea's eyes, he points, carefully at her, "Andrew knows what I'm talking about."

"Hey, Clint, thanks pal... say, did you ever hear anything about the prints you got on my gun? No? That's good, that's good, yeah... but you should keep an eye on that, okay?" With Clint vouching for him, so much for Agent Barton's career. He was so fired. Deadpool picked his sword up from the floor. But it was so sharp it widened the hole, making someone in the lower room shriek some more.

He eventually got it up, looked it over to make sure it didn't need any polishing. From one of his pockets, he pulled out a microfibre cloth, and began running it over the blade, which shined like brand new. "This was the best gift ever! But man, it should have come with a warning label. Warning: May sever limbs, armour, and anything else it comes in contact with."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
As Clint enters the room, the security team feel a moment of relief. They aren't going to have to take on the psycho. Because after seeing what that katana did to the floor, a few of them almost shot him right then even though he was now unarmed. Because, honestly, their limbs didn't grow back.

At the orders, they lower their weapons and shake their heads for the most part. Except Frank who starts to go in for that hug.

"Out!" Reggie barked before he could get there. Frank turned and trudged out of the room with the rest, chin down and looking depressed.

Quake has posed:
"No fair bringing that up," Skye laughs. "Besides, everyone should be ashamed I got away. And I wasn't responsible for the lockdown before that one." She can't help adding a smug, "I'd just like to point out that if a certain someone wasn't looking for just /that/ bow we'd be back at home in bed enjoying ourselves instead of.."

Corner rounded. Wade.

"..oh for fucks sakes," she mutters, both annoyed and exceedingly amused at the same time. Wade's kinda the gift that keeps on giving. And she's certainly thankful he chose here to pop in on and not somewhere else - like their house. She could picture it now, 'just wanted to see where you put my cross-stich.. Hey! Where is it? I sorta pictured it on your bedstand so you could look at it and think of me anytime you wanted..' Though she wasn't going to share that thought with Clint until they were well out of earshot. Like out of the country earshot.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint smiles and shakes his head with a chuckle. "Hey, Reggie," that's his bow Reggie, not the SHIELD agent, "Is important to me," though he does concede. "And hrm, fair point, we'll have to make up the time later," he says. Then, yeah, Deadpool.

Clint pats Frank on the shoulder as he walks past, "It'll be alright, man," he says before levelling an exasperated look at Waid. "So, what's the deal this time? Need some fireworks for your next big musical number?" he asks.

The comment about the gun gets a blink out of Clint, "Uh-huh," he says, but yeah totally checking on that, better safe than sorry with Deadpool.

"So, really Wade. What the hell?"

Deadpool has posed:
Before Frank was out of the room, Deadpool called out to him, "Hey Frank?" And when he got a glance from the departing agent, Deadpool put his hand to his head, thumb and pinky finger out in the international sign of 'call me', and he mouthed it, though mouthing 'call me' through a mask was far less effective than doing it without a mask.

At the sight of Skye, Wade's eyes lit up, "why hello there, Ms. Johnson, right? How's the little man?" He teases Clint, since people used to, and sometimes still do, call the girl the 'little woman', so he was being progressive. "Oh, where'd you end up putting the handmade cross-stitch? Maybe over the mantle place, or above the bed, just, I hope you didn't put it in the washroom?"

And then, for no reason, other than the last time he met the Johnson's, yes, he was going to keep on referring to them as such, he broke into song. His cross-stitch depicted Godzilla and wished that he destroy their home last. So, he began to serenade Skye and Clint in Japanese, a song from Godzilla vs. Megalon, "Hito ga tsukutta robotto da kedo, Jetto Jagaa, Jetto Jagaa, yatta, Jetto Jagaa! Yuke, yuke, heiwa o mamoru tame. Minna mo odoroku yuuki wo miseru, Gojira to Jagaa de panchi, panchi, panchi! Nakuna, bokura mo ganbarou."

Tilting his head, he said, "my Japanese is a little rusty, but I think it roughly translates to you're a robot made by humans, but Jet Jaguar, Jet Jaguar, you did it, Jet Jaguar. Go, go to protect peace. We are all surprised at the courage you show, Godzilla and Jaguar punch, punch, punch! Don't cry, let's do our best."

"Of course, Mystery Science Theatre 3000 translated it as 'He jock it made of steel, eats sushi from a pail, Jet Jaguar? Jet Jaguar! He mother never really love him, he crimefighting covers up a basic insecurity. He dickey covers up an Adams Apple the size of a Toyota. He basically good-hearted but he'd like to smash that kid against a rock. Knock! Knock! Knock! Who's there? His head looks like Jack Nicholson. Don't smile like that, it will stay that way. Yahmmmaahoaahoaaaugh! Don't touch my bags if you please, Mr. Customs Man.'

"Personally, I think the good people of Mystery Science Theatre 3000 did a better job of translating it. I mean, of course they would. I don't even have a number, and they're 3000." Yeah, Deadpool probably goes on for a bit on this, but everyone tunes him out, or goes cross-eyed. Some do both.

To Clint, he asides, putting his right hand in front of his mask, covering his lips, which also covered by the mask, so no one but Clint could see... well, his covered lips. "I spell it Wade, with a d and an e, not Waid, with an i and a d. At least, that's how the guy I stole it from spelt it on all his legal documents. Which, I totally destroyed, because I'm not actually a legal immigrant. But don't tell anyone, ok?"

Then, to everyone, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper, which has been folded twice. Unfurling it, anyone close enough will see that it's a curriculum vitae. Though the paper it's printed / hand written on is questionable. There seems to be the back of a receipt from Mr. Lube, a napkin, and a pink slip. "I'm looking for gameful employment. But it'll have to be under the table, if that's okay with you guys?"

Quake has posed:
Skye can't help herself. She just fishmouths for a few while Wade goes on. And on. And on. And.. he's like the Energizer bunny, truly. And she fights the urge to turn him about and check the back of his outfit for a velcro'd slit she can open to replace the batteries.

<<Why does Nat love him again?>> she signs at Clint.

When Wade breaks out into song, she groans. She's laughing, too, which might be a terribly mixed message and only encourage the masked Wade, but she can't help it. At least he's not doing the bachelor party dance at her again.

"Front Door," she tells him. "To go with the mat."

Their neighbours hated them. Well, wanted to hate them. It was just kind of hard to hate people who we friends with the kind of people who had shown up at the housewarming. Nobody could entirely figure out just who Skye and Clint were, but they knew some impressive people, which meant they must be impressive by proxy.

They just wished the couple were a little less... them.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint is right there with Skye on the fishmouth thing, though the signed question gets an expansive shrug before he signs back, ~Likes musical numbers?~

Clint leans up against the wall, when Wade starts singing again, then goes into a commentary about what he had just been singing about.

"Wild," Clint says, with a roll of his eyes. "And what she said," he says about the cross stich. It was true it was by the door where it could piss off their already mostly pissed off neighbours.

"Anyhow, so, what gives Wade? You going to tell us why you dropped in here, or am I going to have to call a translator?" he asks, which of course means Nat.

Deadpool has posed:
"And guys, if you decide to take me on, I'm prepared to listen to a costume change. I could rock a nice hot pink, like the Energiser Bunny, or maybe switch the red to white. It'd be hard to keep clean, but black and white looks so badass, all Stormtrooper like." Funny, it seems that Deadpool can read sign language. That wasn't on his c.v., or on any of his other documents, but he somehow manages to sign to Skye, 'I make her laugh and helped her discover her infinite supply of orgasms.'

Speaking again, verbally this time, "awe, gee, that's lovely. I bet it looks great next to the front door. That's nice of you. We'll have to have you guys over for charades or fondue one night."

When Clint asks him why he dropped in, after he had just done so, "You serious? I just... I just told you that, a moment ago." Pausing for a moment, he offered "think about it Zoolander, I've been genetically constructed to become an assassin, I'm in peak physical condition. I can gain entry to the most secure facilities in the world. But most importantly of all, I don't think for myself, I do what she tells me to do," and he gestured towards Natasha.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
It is that precise moment when Deadpool motioins to her that Natasha walks in the door. It's like he knew she was going to arrive. Probably, he did. After all, every other time he has breached security, she's been notified. "I did not tell you to break into a secure weapons lab," is her automatic response to his words. She shakes her head as she walks across the door which is still laying on the floor just inside the room.

Thankfully she wasn't there for the song. Or the sign language. Especially, the sign language. Or anything really.

"I told you to meet me for lunch. Which means call me when you get here. Or if you are going to teleport in, arrive in my office."

Quake has posed:
Skye has no words. None. Well, okay, she has lots of words.

"Is there nobody at this fucking place who doesn't know sign language?" Clint gets a dirty look. "I thought you had hearing aids before me? Why does everyone.."

Only Wade is so going the TMI route. It's like Darcy. Only worse, because with Darcy you at least got to believe briefly for a moment that she was joking. With Wade you had to believe he was serious - if deranged - and omg, did he really just bring up his sex life??

Made infinitely worse by Nat's arrival on the scene. Though she does get to mutter to Clint, "He was stealing weapons. I distinctly recall something about weapons. Though with that sword why does he need more? And who let him have that anyway?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint is back to the fishmouth thing. ~T~ ~M~ ~I~ he signs with a few movments of his hands, the spacing between the signed letters meant to make it clear he was groaning.

Then to Skye's mutterings he nods, "Thanks, I tune out like 90% of what he says. And no idea about the sword."

Nat's arrival is met with a smile and he says, "Perfect timing, we needed someone who spoke Wade."

Deadpool has posed:
Natasha probably thought that somehow Deadpool had her LoJacked. She might have gone through a number of procedures to figure out if it was something in her blood stream, or how he did it, but none would come back positive. He just seemed to have a way. It was kind of sweet, in a really creepy sort of way. But that was Deadpool. He was a mass of contradictions.

"But they had a special on 100 megaton nukes. You can't expect me to pass up these low, low prices, and the service is to die for. Once I get home, you guys are getting such a good Yelp review! In fact, I'll do it now." And he pulls out his phone, which has a pink and white, very stereotypically girlish, really, Japanese like Hello Kitty case. "Are you guys under S.H.I.E.L.D. with the periods, SHIELD without, or the... what does it stand for again? I can never remember."

"I was not! I was totally planning on paying for them. I'm good for it. I have an 850 credit score." Say what you will about Deadpool, he pays his bills, on time, and in non-consecutive notes. There's just, sometimes they need to be washed.

The really odd thing. As Deadpool talked, he was signing... 'I love you, will you love me, we could be a happy family. With a great big hug, and a kiss from me to you, won't you say you love me too? I love you, will you love me, we'll be best friends, like friends should be. With a great big hug, and a kiss from me to you, won't you say you love me too?' Yes, he was signing the theme from Barney the Dinosaur while carrying on and having a perfectly normal, well, as normal as Deadpool gets, conversation.

"So," he clapped his gloves hands together, "can I start at S.H.I.E.L.D. level 7, or do I have to work my way up from the mailroom?"

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"We are not selling anything. You are not taking anything with you." Natasha returns. "Out." She motions to the door, then looks at him expectantly, trying to at least get them out of the secure area. Someone will have to be called in to fix the door. Until then, they will have armed personnel guarding it.

Oddly, she isn't angry. Her voice is it's normal conversational tone. But inside, she knows that this time things may have gone too far. Fury is going to flip out to the nth level.

"You would have to talk to Fury about getting on the payroll. Which after breaking in here, I somehow think he isn't going to be signing the dotted line anytime soon. Although weirder things have happened."

Quake has posed:
Skye observes under her breath, "Fury isn't going to want to hire him without some safeguards on that sword." It cut through the security doors /and/ the floor of the weapons storage. It really shouldn't have happened.. Though Wade had pointed out very helpfully (??) some of the holes in security. That might work in his favour. Hell, it could be a calling.

She nods to Nat. "You want to deal with him and us to leave? Or, you know, we could hunt up coffee."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint blinks, "Wait, you want to work here?" he asks, Wade. "Well best of luck with that," he says giving the door a pointed look. Though a part of him wondered if Fury would do it in the hope that Wade might be a pain in the ass they could channel at their enemies.

Skye's mention of coffee perks Clint's attention. "Coffee? I could go for coffee."

Nick Fury has posed:
    As though by magic, or prayer, or a wind and a prayer, the man himself, Director Nick Fury arrives on scene - cigar held firmly in his mouth, the smoke flowing behind him. With a look at the door, a very deep frown, and a sigh, Fury removes the cigar from his mouth, and in a SLIGHTLY raised ovice, he says, "What tha' f*** is goin' on here?" That was enough to make the Gawds themselves stop and take notice.

    Looking at each Agent present individually, Fury's gaze finally rests on Wade. "And you. Why are you here?" Fury's right hand moves up and his finger points at Deadpool. Not that finger...the other one. Taking a stepover who knows what, Fury moves further into the room, and does NOT look happy. "Agent Romanova...what is going on?"

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool does exactly as Natasha asks. She was firm, but polite. He quietly walked out of the secure area, letting the guards watch over it. "I happen to think I'd make a great Agent. I look amazing in a Tuxedo, and I already have my own M, except he's upside down, so W., hey, just like me. Just give me a Walther PPK/S, an Aston Martin, and I'll be sound as a pound. Besides, you guys have seen what I can do when I'm being friendly. What do you think I do to the people I don't like?" And that might just have been the scariest words Deadpool had ever spoken. Sometimes, in direct opposition to everything he stood for, less was indeed, more.

"Yeah Clint, I've worked with the best, so time to try the rest." Yeah, he was really endearing himself right now. "You guys ever hear of Camp X? We've got a rich history of helping out our little buddies to the south, teaching the FBI, OSS, which later became the CIA, and tons of things... I'm probably not at liberty to speak of. I mean, come on, you guys are still using bows, arrows, and doors that can be cut by a high quality blade. You gotta store that stuff better. If not, who knows what kind of lunatic might get their hands on the goods inside?"

And then Fury appeared. Wade gave a salute, "Sir, a foreign agent made an incursion into a secure and highly classified S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, effortlessly bypassing security measures, and would have gotten away it too, if it hadn't been for these meddling kids, sir." He did the jack boot thing, clicking his heels together like Dorothy, before adding, "Sir, said foreign agent has indicated that he would like to defect, sir. Or at least moonlight."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
Things just went from bad to worse.
    As Fury arrives, Natasha manages not to wince. Or just hand over her SHIELD ID and exit the building. That may still happen though. Involuntarily. She is about to answer when Wade does it for her, summing it up quite nicely. Except for one thing. "Foreign agent was supposed to be meeting me for lunch," she murmurs as she shakes her head a bit. She really has nothing more to add to that summary of details from their intruder.

Quake has posed:
Skye presses her lips together to at least attempt to hide her amusement over things. She was still pre-coffee today and shouldn't find any of this funny, but like the Housewarming, things had already hit epic proportions of clusterfuck and 'nobody would believe me if I told them' and it's laugh or cry.

"Clint and I were picking up someone's can't leave home without it bow, but our flight got cancelled. We got dragged in by the call. Everything's under control." She only barely avoids saying 'nobody got shot', because that was still a possibility, even if Wade was armed with a sword and not a gun. At least she hoped he didn't have any more than the one he'd handed to Clint at their party.

Quake has posed:
Skye presses her lips together to at least attempt to hide her amusement over things. She was still pre-coffee today and shouldn't find any of this funny, but like the Housewarming, things had already hit epic proportions of clusterfuck and 'nobody would believe me if I told them' and it's laugh or cry.

"Clint and I were picking up someone's can't leave home without it bow, but our flight got cancelled. We got dragged in by the call. Everything's under control." She only barely avoids saying 'nobody got shot', because that was still a possibility.

Nick Fury has posed:
    Fury's eye regards Wade with an unknown expression. There was no emotion except...was that irratation? Those that knew Fury had rarely seen that reaction on his face. When Wade goes on...and on...and on...and on...Fury shakes his head, and says, "Are you serious?" Looking at Johnson and Romanova, Fury says, "Is he serious?"

    "Ah." As Romanova speaks, Fury simply nods. "I see. First mistake..." Fury says, low enough to be heard, but only by those trying to hear him at volume level 1. Looking over at Skye, Fury says. "I see. Under control. Indeed." Fury puts the igar back in his mouth, and inhales. Exhaling, the plume of smoke was massive, and it briefly obscures Fury's head. "You two..." Fury points to Johnson and Barton. "Vacation. Now." Barking those orders, Fury says to Romanova and Wilson. "You two...what am I going to do with you?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint, like Skye is studiously keeping his mouth shut as Fury comes into the room. He stays that way until Skye makes her report. "What Skye said," he chimes in helpfully, hoisting that essential bow to lay it across his shoulders.

That's when Fury orders them on vacation and Clint grins, nudging Skye. "You heard the boss, coffee and vacation awaits."

Lowering the bow, he mouths ~Good luck~ to Nat and Wade from behind Fury's back. Odds were good the Boss would still see it somehow, because Fury.

Deadpool has posed:
"Sir, rarely, but on this particular occasion, yes sir," Wade replies to Fury's question about his seriousness, or lack thereof. "Sir, I have a number of crippling disorders, lack of confidence, body image issues, health issues, both mental and physical, sir." Moving over to Natasha, he tries on a faux eastern European accent, "Perhaps you could have us hunt Moose and Squirrel, Fearless Leader?"

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"Two options. Fire me so that he has no reason to be visiting so often," Natasha offers honestly. She isn't going to try and finagle her way out of this. There's no real way. Things are about as bad as they can get. Well, maybe it would've been worse if Wade had actually taken something out of the lab.

"Or put him on as a consultant at the very least. He can test all the Triskleion's security measures. Since obviously. teleportation into the building continues to be an issue. At least the alarms go off but still."

Quake has posed:
Skye gives Fury a quick nod. Gives Nat a 'good luck' sort of look, mutters to Clint, "See? Told you this wasn't our mess to clean up. And you know they're not going to just let you take Reggie on the plane. You're going to have to check him. And call ahead and make sure they know you're bringing a weapon.. Actually, why are we taking a commercial airline again? Don't we have people for this?"

She peers round Clint to give Fury a hopeful look. Because bypassing security means less hassle. Plus she'd entertain bringing Merida if that were the case. Hell, she might anyway - though where they're going to use bows in Hong Kong she does not know.

Nick Fury has posed:
    Fury blinks. Yes, that was his blink. Looking at Romanova, Fury says, "Huh." His eye switches to Clint and Skye, as they prepare to leave. Then, it finds it's way back to Nat and Wade. "I will not fire you Agent." He says to Nat. "I am...disappointed." That was...brutal. Fury's voice lowers, cool and under control. "A consultant." Fury stops, places his hands behind his back as his stoogie's tip shows red as he inhales, black as he exhales, taking a moment...two...three, to think about it.

    Fury's eye briefly finds Clint and Skye. They seemed to agree with this decision. Then his eye finds Wade, and blinks once more. Pulling the cigar out of his mouth, Fury looks down at it in his left hand, and sighs. This time, audible for all. "I know I am going to regret this..." Fury looks up, and says, "On a temporary, probationary basis. Agent Romanova, you are to be his supervisor. I want you to watch him like Hawkeye." He looks at Clint, as in to say, "You are her backup.". "Dismissed!" A pause, as Fury turns to leave. "Don't destroy, blow up, kill, or damage anything else...understood Wilson?"

Deadpool has posed:
Before Skye and Clint head back on vacation, Wade signs towards them, 'Nat also likes that my abs are so firm, you could grate cheese on them'. He's not sure if Fury can read sign language, but he doesn't mind. The funny thing is Deadpool signs that towards while looking at Fury, right in the eye.

He is a little upset that Fury was disappointed in Romanova. And Romanova is his supervisor. Damn, that was a good move by Fury. Now Wade would have to be on good behaviour. "Sir, yes sir" but was he agreeing not to destroy anything, or saying that he would. With Wade, it was a tough call. But he wouldn't do anything bad while Romanova was supervising him. When Barton, well, that was far more likely. "So, where do I get a uniform?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint amends his previous statement ~Really good luck~ he mouths to Nat when she pitches taking Wade on with SHIELD. Then to Skye he says, "Why commercial? Quinjets don't have first class sections," SHIELD was footing the bill, right? "Anyhow, it's cool I've got a case all set up for Reggie, he'll be fine."

He shudders at the further signs from Wade and he gives Skye another quick look, "Let's get out of here, before somehow this becomes our problem."

Quake has posed:
Skye readily agrees, and flees with Clint, even if she thinks him being Nat's second on this kind of does make it all their problem. "Room for Merida in that case?" ..and the couple wander away to start that vacation.

Nick Fury has posed:
    "Barton. Johnson." As they leave Fury takes a moment, before he departs as well. "Try not to get into too much trouble you two?" Fury then shakes his head once more as he heads out of the room with a last glace at Nat and Wade. "Why do I do this to myself, every, fracking time..." Fury then disappears down the hallway.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
He might as well have punched her. Getting told that the Director is disappointed in her is a blow to Natasha's ego. She tries to do things well. Even if she sometimes goes off the radar on them, she is loyal to the organization.

"Yes, Sir," is her automatic response before she looks at Wade. "C'mon. Let's go home for lunch. I'll bake you a carrot cake."

She will not be baking anything. Ever.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade reached for Natasha, and gave a public display of affection, hugging her, and then hummed a tune, later breaking into song, "smile, darn ya, smile, you know this old world is a great world after all. Smile, darn ya, smile, and right away watch Lady Luck pay you a call. Things are never black as they are painted, time for you and joy to get acquainted, make life worthwhile, come on and smile, darn ya, smile..." May whatever gods that watch above, have mercy on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s soul.