Forgotten past (Deadpool)

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Logan got off Scott's bike and stared up at the neon colored sign for the bar. The scent of tobacco and alcohol filled his nostrils with a pleased smile on his face. Opening the door he walked in and noticed several muscle bound bikers staring at him with a strong dislike. Just like in Toronto, he noted, they all think the new guy is trouble. Walking over to the counter he placed a few bucks on the table giving the bartender a look that said don't ask.

The bartender obliged, for once, and he sat on the stool mulling over things that happened. There was always that past that he was trying to remember, and with Stryker he remembered being given his adamantium claws and a life that furthered his self as a mutant. Still, a part of him always asked if something else was there. He'd ask Sabertooth, but, the guy was probably on the bottom of the ocean then. "Thanks bub," Logan said as he accepted the hard liquour. Taking a sip he sat there just listening to the music in the background.

[wade]

Hong Kong, China- Five Minutes Prior[/I]

“Okay guys, so maybe we got off on the wrong foot here, but…HEY, LOOK AT THAT!” Bodyguards. So simple, no matter where you go. As Deadpool got their attention away from him to look over at the great nothingness that was behind them, he managed to set off a flash grenade before they even had a chance to realized that they were being tricked to look away. Just as they turned around, the grenade had went off and Deadpool was out the door and running down the hallway of the mansion. The target in question was a corrupt businessman in the People’s Republic, who had apparently angered the wrong people. When word got in that he had hired several bodyguards and the best tech weaponry available, there was no doubt that the people wanting him dead wanted the best to do it.

The only thing was after taking care of the target, Deadpool soon realized he had four big, buff bodyguards to contend with. Like that was ever a problem though! How many people had he already killed in the past? Too damn many to count, that’s how many! As he made it through the door and was already outrunning most of the security in the mansion, he suddenly came to a holt when he finally made it outside of the mansion to be greeting be an army of security, each one holding a weapon and ready to fire. “Hey…this isn’t where I parked my car!” Deadpool exclaimed aloud, looking at the men and looking at both weapons in his hand. An M249-SAW in one hand and a 12 gage shotgun in the other.

Deadpool simply gazed at his opponents for a moment before realizing that there was just one thing that he had to do in order to avoid being cut into pieces by the bullets. Not that he minded being shot up, as he would just simply regenerate within a heartbeat and inevitably kill all of them…but his heart just was not into fighting all of these guys at the moment. He would rather just go home, collect his bounty and then pick up a beautiful girl for the night. He was thinking nurse, but then he remembered the last time he picked up a nurse and the little surprise he got when he removed her dress. Apparently, she was not all the way “lady like”, if you get my drift.

When the guards suddenly cocked their guns, Deadpool snapped back into his state of mind and realization of the situation he was in. I hate doing this… he thought to himself as he suddenly teleported himself from Hong Kong and to somewhere unknown. That was the problem with his teleporting. Although, he was thankful for Logan in saving his ass from that psycho, Stryker and helping regain control over his body, he was still a little pissed that he screwed up most of the powers he got. Like the teleportation ability for instance. Now, whenever he teleported, he had no idea where he would end up. Most of the time, he ended up in some ridiculous places. The last time he teleported, he ended up teleporting to some kid’s Bar Mitzvah and freaking out the kid’s grandmother who then wanted to call him a bad omen. Deadpool suddenly opened his eyes and noticed he was I a back alley somewhere. Looking around, he was curious as to where he was exactly.

New York-Downtown Biker Bar-Present time

As a newspaper flew into Deadpool’s leg, he suddenly picked it up and read the front page. He sighed in relief when it said New York. “Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New Yooorrrrrrkkkkkk!” he began to sing in happiness as he began removing the assorted weapons from his person and began placing it in the magic satchel at his side. Now that he looked somewhat like the everyday person on the street, he walked out of the alleyway and into the bar that was part of the alley. Once he stepped in, he noticed the assortment of bikers and brawlers inside and with a moment’s glance he said, “Hey…this isn’t where I parked my car!” They glanced him over another time and suddenly thought that he was just some wacko and probably no harm…for now. Deadpool simply sighed in relief and walked over to the table and when the bartender looked him over, he said, “You know, my dad had a mustache just like that…” The bartender just looked at him and slid a bottle of Jack Daniels towards Deadpool’s way and walked away. “Yeah…good day to you too, Sunshine…” He whispered, eyes looking down.

He poured some of the whiskey into a shot glass and before he was about to take a drink, he patted the guy next to him on the arm and said, “Cheers ma-” Deadpool was caught mid-sentence when he realized exactly who it was that was sitting next to him. Big ass sideburns that put Elvis to shame…expression that makes him look like he just got a very thorough cavity search…and a grouchy, ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ feeling about him…only once person I know that has those traits and can pull it off…

“Uhhhh…LOGAN!!” Deadpool explained, “Uh…how have you been buddy!? Listen, about that incident on the island…you know, when Stryker turned me into that killing machine and set me loose on you…You know I wasn’t in the right state of mind right? Gosh, how long has it been? You haven’t changed! I know the last time you saw me, I looked like something off of the x-files…but…we can put the past behind us, right?” The last thing he wanted was to have to fight an old friend again. Logan did seem to like him in the past up until that little incident, but now it was just a manner of time before Deadpool found out if Logan was still anal about that event that happened decades ago.

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Logan sipped his drink again and heard the door to the bar open. Sure enough, just like clockwork, all the people in the bar turned to see who the newcomer was. The Newcomer was a young man who seemed to have this cocky attitude about him. The people in the place however took no notice figuring he was some kid not worth their time. I don't blame them, Logan thought, he doesn't really look like much to chew on. Lowering his glass of alcohol he thought a lot about what happened on Alcatraz. The island had been a mutant warfare zone that lost many, and, caused headway in the mutant and human affair.

The guy patted him on the shoulder, even going so far as to sit right next to him. Cool it Logan, he murmured, this kid is not worth your time. The guy suddenly began to yack like there was no tomorrow. He claimed to know him and something about a time he had no idea about. The only thing that caught his attention was the name Stryker. "Hold on...first off I don't know you, second...how do you know Stryker?" Logan turned in his seat and held his glass in a hard hand.

[wade]

Deadpool eyed Logan carefully. What caught him off guard was when Logan had absolutely no idea as to who he was. That almost brought somewhat of a frown on Deadpool’s pretty face. He looked at Logan for a moment and then gave him an ‘It’s me! Your old friend!’ sort of expression. “Come on, Logan,” he said, “you have always been a bit of a dimwit, but seriously, you don’t remember me? Wade Wilson? How can you not remember me? I had that rivalry with your brother, Victor! And what do you mean, what do I know about Stryker? He was the guy who screwed me up in that freaking Weapon XI program! I knew he was planning on putting adamantium into that already thick skull of yours, but it must have really screwed with your memory if you do not remember your old buddy, Wade…well…it’s Deadpool now, but you should know that seeing as how that was the other codename for Weapon XI. Come on guy, don’t act so dumb…I know you’ve never been on the quick side, but surly you have never been THIS slow!” Surly something had went a fowl when Deadpool was defeated by Logan and Victor.

“How is Victor anyways?” Deadpool asked suddenly “I heard he was now the right hand of some guy that could control metal. Any news about that? Does he still have those freakishly long fingernails? You know…I have always wondered how he wiped his behind with those sharp nails, but then again there was never anything right in that schmuck’s mind.” Deadpool would have went on, until he looked into Logan’s eyes and suddenly realized that he really did not remember him. “You really don’t remember!” he declared, “I’m a little hurt here Logan, but no matter. That just gives us the chance to get to know each other again and become well acquainted friends!”

Before he could finish, a biker suddenly walked up behind Deadpool and tapped him on the shoulder. As he turned around the biker was in the process of asking him, “Are you-” before Deadpool cut him off and said, “No…I am not Ryan Reynolds, but I’m told I look an awful lot like him! Uncanny huh?” The biker finished by saying, “No, I was going to ask if you were mentally unhinged, but that works too.” Deadpool went silent before saying, “Oh…no. I just had a lot of sugar today…sorry…I’ll try to keep it down…” With that, the biker walked away.

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Logan rolled his eyes as the guy continued to talk. Someone should glue this guy's yap shut, he thought with a sigh. Wade Wilson, Weapon XI, a time when the two used to be good buds? All this jabbering and he still didn't ring a bell at all. Logan felt like interrupting him, telling him he had him mistaken for the wrong guy, but then he heard about his half brother Victor. Victor went by Sabertooth, though, just like this guy...he went by Deadpool now, weird name. Stryker brought up a lot of rage in him, but, he kept his cool and listened to him speak of Victor.

The guy knows a lot about me, he thought, I must be wrong when I think he is delusional and a tad loony. Still, he couldn't get a word in, and, he continued to have a dumbfounded look. The fact the two of them would be catching up, well, he didn't really know for sure how much enjoyment would come from that. The guy was wired probably with tales of romance and adventure that would make for a good romance story, for some show desperate for a one hit wonder. A biker approached asking something, but, he didn't pay attention. Where to begin?

"Victor became Sabertooth and began working for a Mutant activist named Magneto. We exchanged some physical shots at one another and he ended up falling into some house boat. I imagine he probably drowned, as, he was never a good swimmer. As far as what you said, again, doesn't ring a bell. I've been here and there, living in Toronto doing steel cage fights and recently joined up with the X-Men to join their fight against Magento and the brotherhood. I currently teach at the Westchester Mansion where Mutants attend to learn about their powers and someday become full fledged X-Men." Taking a break he sipped his cold beer and set it down looking at Wade Deadpool.

[wade]

Wade listened to Logan’s story about him and Victor, now calling himself Sabertooth. After listening to Logan’s history, it was times like these that he wondered why Stryker did not come after him again. “I cannot believe you finally kicked his psychotic ass…” he proclaimed, “Victor was always a tool and all, but he was also a vicious fighter. To know that you kicked his hairy-er ass says a lot…Did you have a training montage before you fought him? I hear tell a good number of good guys have those these days. Rocky, the guy from Never Back Down, Vin Diesel.” Wade had heard of Magneto in the past. A big fanatic with a hardon hatred for humans.

However, that did not make sense. Didn’t he become human recently? There were rumors that someone had injected him with the cure and it turned him human…if he is back though, then it can only mean that rumors about the cure not working on every mutant is true then. “Sounds like a real piece of work then,” Deadpool remarked, “and this is why after Stryker literally stabbed me in the back…well…more like sending Mr. Big and Hair Who Hasn’t Had A Manicure in Ages after me and having him sink his claws into my back, that I decided that I did not want to do works in groups anymore. Well, I would have stayed with the team, but once you left Stryker had Victor go on that killing spree all in the dreams of turning me into a mutant killer. Which I have always been, but after all that has happened, I figured the best alliance to stay with is with yourself. At least you can’t betray yourself like others can.”

He poured himself another bottle of Jack and took a shot of it and sat the shot glass back on the table. “So now…Since you are now Mr. Clueless now, what would you like me to fill you in on?”

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Logan shook his head with an amused smirk on his lips. "There was no montage, I guess at that point the two of us were sick of one another. I knew his scent, we exchanged attack after attack never really getting that satisfying victory. I wanted him dead, he wanted me dead, plus, when you know someone enough...your blows themselves speak out your actions. Sabertooth is gone and I have no remorse, even with the connection the two of us had." Downing his bottle he ordered another one. Victor, how he had known that name was only natural, Sabertooth told him, showed him these dogtags and he had that moment of looking at his own dogtags.

Stryker, even after his demise, he was still a thorn in his side. The guy was a menace, and, he hoped the fishes took well to him sleeping on the bottom of their grave, er, highlight of a living area. What Wade said used to make sense to him, hence why he never allied with anyone, or, got himself into a group due to its size. After watching him down his jack he noticed the guy looking over at him with a curious look in his eyes. When he asked the question, and, by the question he meant the one that would bridge a gap of his life that was still missing. Sure he knew about Stryker and how he got his adamantium claws, but, something always seemed amiss, even when Sabertooth taunted him about the dogtags saying they were war buddies.

"He'll have another drink," Logan paid for the drink and turned his full attention to him. "Alright Wade...start talking. I want to know the first time we met, and all the crap you've been rumbling about this past 15 minutes now. Everything up till after I was gone." Logan watched Wade's new drink appear and had his own drink nestled in his hard grip.