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Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know that this is going to be going up onto AO3 as well as fanfic… the AO3 probably won't be updated all that often though. I hate that site …..

This is not a good idea. Kill him and run! We are out of that hell hole now. We can get them all and.

No no no! This guy is interesting! He's an adventure waiting to happen!

Macie continued singing to herself as she sorted through the clothes in the woman's closet. She whipped around, startled when she heard the guy from the night before comment on the song she was singing.

"I've never heard that one before." The red and black clad man was leaned against the door frame of the bedroom. Babbles would not shut up about how much fun this should be, and Baddie kept insisting that this was a terrible idea.

"You've never heard 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow' before?" Macie felt like this man could hurt her; she knew it in fact. However something in the way he held himself, the way his face seemed to twitch and react to things that weren't happening... he was a kindred spirit. Someone who was like her, at least a little. The teen was intrigued by him. He, strangely enough, made her feel safe.

Are you a fucking idiot?

"You got a problem with that?" His voice was suddenly thick with rage, taut with violence.

This guy is fucking dangerous ok? Macie simply shook her head,

"No." She felt strangely calm, Babbles started to blather on about adventures and comic book heroes, while Baddie started full on yelling at the teen. The red and black clad man demanded her full attention. He was something that could pull her mind away from Babble's and Baddie's never ending torrent of input. The blonde girl made her way into the bathroom, a nice array of clothes options in her arms.

I mean he's a mercenary right? Bet he fights in all kinds of cool battles. Maybe in space?! Maybe he time travels!

This is not a good idea Macie. This guy is bad news. Kill him and get it over with.

Macie smiled as she tugged a tight red t-shirt on over a pair of black skinny jeans. The bald girl tugged a black long sleeve shrug on, ignoring both of the voices in her head. Her green eyes lingered on the scarred lump of flesh that used to be her ear.

"Look guys, he's just good ok. He's like Peter Pan." She remembered the way his face pulled and tugged at his mack to some how make a look of disdain the night before when she said she was trapped.

"We stay with him. That's the end of it." The teen narrowed her eyes at herself in the mirror. She was sure, absolutely sure, that the man in the bedroom outside was like her. In some way that she didn't understand. Macie liked him, he helped her ignore them. And that was all she really wanted. Macie made her way back into the bedroom, purposefully stopping in a patch of sunlight to show off her color scheme.

"Well Peter Pan, you said I was a sidekick right?" The red and black clad man gave a light smile from under his mask,

"It's Deadpool, and I said intern." Macie didn't really fight the urge to roll her eyes.

He's weird like that huh? I like him.

Macie stretched her arms over her head, pulling at the seams of her shrug at the shoulders, to loosen it up.

"Well I don't really know what an intern is so." Deadpool gave off the vibe of rolling his eyes, then made his way back to the doorway.

"Let's go and get some grub. Then we have to go and collect on my job last night." The teen grabbed the pants she had changed out off and yanked a medium-sized pill bottle from it, slipping it into her pocket, keeping one eye on the door way Deadpool had left through.

"Maxie, come on!" Macie rolled her eyes and dashed down the stairs just as Deadpool slipped out a back window.

"It's Macie actually." She stated calmly following suit. She didn't like the way her jeans hugged her thighs, but she didn't mind. They were stolen, after all.

"Yeah yeah whatever." The other man grumbled; he didn't sound too happy, and he still hadn't explained exactly what an intern was. Macie kept her eyes glued to his shoulders as she followed behind him. She began to notice that he seemed to tense whenever there was a sound even close to a person on the quiet street in the early dawn light. Macie felt like that was a good thing, the teen wasn't so great at dealing with other people. After walking alone, at a rather fast pace for about twenty minutes, Deadpool stopped outside a greasy little family restaurant. He paused for a moment, glancing at his companion over his shoulder before opening the door.

"Hope you don't mind shitty pancakes. I ain't in the mood for socializing before my cuppa joe." Macie nodded, noting the almost angry pinch in his voice.

He's gonna murder us if we don't kill him. He's gonna eat us, or fucking chop us to pieces. Stop following him around.

Macie just tapped a finger against her scarred ear, mumbling to herself.

"Shut up you." The inside of the diner was as disgusting as the outside, a slightly pretty girl with boobs spilling from an old ratty shirt showed them to a booth, while winking and waving to Macie. The blonde ignored her, keeping her eyes on her grouchy… guardian?

Yeah…. this is kinda a weird spot to be in you know. I hate to be a party pooper but we won't have any fun if we end up dead.

If you insist on being around this, thing. Then at least figure out what the hell he wants with us.

Replacement sister, daughter maybe? Oooooh! A civilian girl that he couldn't save!

Macie placed a hand on the side of her head, burning herself as she slid into the seat across from Deadpool.

"You know that that's a hell of a tell." His voice was, quiet. One eyebrow raised as he pointed to her lightly glowing hand. Macie quickly tucked her hand under her thigh, shrugging.

"Whatever."

He knows more about us then we know about him. Bad place to be. Either ask a damn question or run.

Macie met Deadpool's eye, or at least his masked eye.

"Why exactly am I here? I mean what's an intern?"