Chapter 7: Well, That Escalated Quickly

Thinking back at that satisfying moment felt good for Deadpool. He smiled as he put his mask back on, despite the sound of obvious footsteps from two obvious people.

"What have you done?!" Steve yelled at Deadpool.

"Oh, he'll come back, good sir. They always do." the mercenary snorted. "Time to go!"

He quickly reached into his satchel, grabbing onto something cylindrical (AN Stop thinking like perverts) and pulled it out, the item being a...

"FLASHBANG!"

Deadpool tossed it into the air and ran off, escaping the center of the freighter through the nearest hallway as he heard his flashbang grenade explode, blinding the Avengers...not. Steve and Natasha anticipated it and the Russian spy knocked the 9-bang away midair before it exploded. They chased after the mercenary as he attempted a getaway, but Deadpool outran them. Natasha pulled the sleeve of her jacket, revealing her wrist mounted Widow's Bite gadget. She aimed at Deadpool's direction as they chased after him...and fired.

Deadpool kept running, reaching the door that lead to the deck...but he felt something hit him in the back of the neck. Something small and metallic. The mercenary went limp as he felt his nerves tingle violently like he had just been hit by lightning.

Lightning...Reminded him of the good ol' days with Jason and Thalia.

The Widow's Bite...compared to all other lightning attacks he felt...was like a water balloon. The swinging of his arms and legs merely slowed down rather than stopped completely, but that didn't change the fact that HYDRA operatives were everywhere, not in the freighter, but in the surrounding boats that weren't there when Deadpool arrived in South Africa.

"Ah...damnit." Deadpool groaned at the sight of all the HYDRA boats around him. They appear to be followed by...telkhines? The mercenary was so distracted of the thought he failed to comprehend the sound of footsteps behind him...and the fact that miniguns were aimed at him. "Well'p...TIME TO GO!"

He tried to run again...but he felt his left arm get snagged and stay in place, followed by a roundhouse kick to the face which he took rather than dodged...because reasons. Deadpool staggered back from Natasha's kick, comically teetering towards the guard railing like an idiot while holding his head in mock pain.

"Steve. Miniguns." Natasha noticed. Steve gasped.

"GET DOWN!"

The super soldier pulled both spy and mercenary down for cover as HYDRA's miniguns fired wildly, tearing a part little pieces of the freighter's hull.

"Hands off, son of a bitch!" Deadpool yelled, prying Steve's hand away from him.

"Language!" Captain America yelled back.

"Hey, boys! We don't get along, we're all dead!" the Black Widow told them.

"I've survived a bullet to the head! This shit's no different." the mercenary told them, a minigun bullet narrowly missing his head. He rolled away from the two Avengers to save his own hide. That plan wasn't going so well, seeing as how Steve and Natasha followed him, also by rolling to the same direction he went...until Deadpool rolled off the freighter, landing CONVENIENTLY...on the jetski he stole earlier. He revved it up and quickly sped towards the HYDRA boats, which now aimed their weapons at Deadpool...who jumped at the nearest HYDRA boat right when the miniguns hit his jetski. Swords brandished, the mercenary cut through HYDRA operatives like their entire bodies were made of butter.

Deadpool ducked underneath bullets from a HYDRA operative's assault rifle before doing a capoeira kick, knocking the gun out of his hands and dropping his katanas to snap the idiot's neck with his gloved hands and taking control of the minigun, firing it at the other boats in a loud storm of bullets. Pieces of the boats crumbled apart and fell into the see as blood flew from the bodies of unfortunate HYDRA operatives.

"DIE! DIE! DIE!" the mercenary wailed maniacally. He liked hearing the screams of his enemies dying, even if they were faint. The feeling was satisfying...for about five seconds. The minigun quickly ran out of ammunition...and Deadpool was a sitting duck for several armed boats with miniguns.

"Ah...fuck..."

Before he could hear the storm of bullets from the boats, he heard another storm...a thunderstorm...Zeus?

No.

From a dark gray cloud above the battle at sea, a lightning bolt descended upon a HYDRA boat, striking it down with relentless fury. More bright blue lightning bolts struck down the boats around Deadpool with loud crackling. This wasn't Zeus. This was someone else...Of course, Deadpool wasn't surprised to see a dashing man with long blonde hair wearing steel armor and a red cape and holding a hammer, landing on the boat he was on.

"Thor..."

"Ah...you're a sellsword now, eh, Perseus?"

Deadpool scoffed. "Didn't know I had fans on Asgard. Well, I just finished my work here so...I'll be on my way."

"Can't let you do that." Thor spoke. "You are needed by Director Fury."

The mercenary laughed mockingly. "For what? Avenger-ing?"

He didn't say anything else as a Quinjet suddenly arrived amidst the stormy skies caused by the Asgardian. It stopped over the freighter Steve and Natasha were still on.

While Thor looked on, Deadpool picked up his katanas on the boat floor and swung at the thunder god, who felt his attack coming and blocked with Mjolnir. He swung again with the other katana, but Thor hopped back, striking the mercenary with his hammer. Deadpool skidded across the South African waters like a flat rock, making grunting noises as he bounced off the water again and again.

"AH! OW! GODS! FRACKIN! BAH! OOF! OW! AH! GODS! FUCKING! DAMNIT! THIS! SSUUUUCKKKSSS!"

At that last word, he crashed into the water, sinking like a rock. Sounds fun, right?

Well, not if you're having flashbacks...

Flashback

Jessica knew something was up when she didn't find Percy in his mom's apartment. He wasn't found ANYWHERE in the entire building. Of course, she made an intellectual guess on where Percy was, given that she had found the police radio in the apartment, sitting on a table.

It didn't help her mood that Percy suddenly showed up in a taxi right in front of the apartment building. Jessica took her trench coat and confronted the scarred demigod as he stepped out of the taxi.

"So...where have you been?" she asked him.

"Shopping for an apartment." Percy replied.

"What about your mom's apartment?"

"Hand it to your sister or something. Got something to eat?"

Jessica groaned. "Fine. Follow me. Besides, I have to talk to you in private."

Percy shrugged and followed the other demigod back into the apartment. After preparing some coffee for the both of them, Jessica sat down with Percy on opposite chairs around the dining table.

"Okay, seriously. What did you do?" she asked him.

"Just went out for a midnight stroll to Hell's Kitchen, stole a few bikes and met a few of their owners." Percy casually said, sipping coffee as he did with a wicked grin on his face.

"What?"

"Long story short, Jessica, I had billiard night with the Dogs of Hell."

Silence hit the room. Jessica blinked once...then twice...then thrice. "What?" she asked again.

"I may have soaked some of their balls and sticks with red stuff, but that won't matter. They're cool with it."

"You KILLED them? Percy, what the actual fuck were you thinking?!"

"Well...I did say I was going to hurt them..."

"Hurting and killing are two different things!"

"They had it coming, Jessica. They killed my mom."

"But Percy..."

He didn't heed her words. Percy set the mug of coffee down on Jessica's table and walked out of the room as casually as he entered. Exiting Jessica's apartment, he entered his mother's apartment, expecting nothing but a police radio on a table. He wasn't expecting a paper bag right beside it. It had a note attached to it. Curious, Percy walked over to the bag and read the note stapled on it.

A little gift from me to you.

He had no clue what was supposed to mean, but he opened the paper bag, his enhanced strength tearing it in half like it was nothing...bad idea. The bag popped in Percy's face like a balloon. He flew backwards and hit the floor hard, groaning.

His flashback stopped as he opened his eyes. Deadpool was still sinking down to the bottom of the sea, remembering what happened a few seconds ago: Thor smacking him with his gods damned hammer. He had to strike back. He had to! Otherwise... there's no fun. Despite eveyrthing that's happened, Deadpool still felt a connection with the water. He imagined a waterspout to send him blasting back up.

And he got what he imagined. Deadpool felt a powerful force push him upwards, the light from the sky shining down on him getting even brighter every passing second, until he shot into the air right out of the sea like a rocket, landing right on the same boat Thor was still on, the thunder god looked pretty surprised.

"Huh. Come to take back your blades?"

"Pretty much. Where are they?"

Thor pointed at the Quinjet that had arrived seconds ago, which blasted off into the sky. Deadpool comedically gasped. The Asgardian just rubbed his head sheepishly, a guilty grin on his face.

"Yes...sorry about that." he said to the merc. The latter looked at Thor, then the sky, then Thor, the sky, Thor, the sky, again, and again until...

"THAT DOES IT!"

Deadpool charged the god of thunder and threw a punch, which he caught easily. Thor yawned, but was caught off guard when he felt sharp pain on his...area.

That's when Thor, God of Thunder, sung a soprano for the first time, while Deadpool surfed a wave, literally, to the South African shore...only to run into General Ross. He sweat-dropped as the men had assault rifles pointed at him.

"...Hehe..."

That's when the bullets flew. The very same men he had been on the plane with were now shooting him with their rifles repeatedly until one caught him square in the head. Deadpool fell over, almost landing in the nearby seawater. Almost... but not quite. Slowly, but surely...he blacked out.

Percy slowly stood up, seeing several things scattered around the floor.

A red and black tactical outfit, complete with two built in satchels, and two katanas, each in a dark leather sheath. Percy stood up and picked up the katanas, taking them out of their sheaths one by one. He smiled, for each of the swords were perfectly weighted and he could feel the rush of power just holding them. Percy turned around and swung one katana, slicing the nearest wooden table and cabinet clean in half without even trying.

"...I was just going for the table..." he gaped.

"Of course, you were."

Percy turned around and swung his katana...and almost decapitated someone. It was a woman, but not Jessica.

This woman had olive toned skin, brown eyes burning with a desire to kill the unworthy, and long black hair. She wore standard Greek battle armor with a black plume on top of her helmet.

"Lady Nemesis..." Percy gasped, almost dropping the swords out of fright of what he almost did. "I...You were..."

"I'm fine, Perseus. We have a couple of minutes to speak privately. Also had to make sure Dionysius's daughter can't get it. Do you like them?"

"You...you gave me these?"

"Of course I did...They're made of solid Adamantine, same material as the sword the original Perseus used to cut Medusa's head."

"Must've been hard making these."

Nemesis smiled sheepishly, like she may have crossed the wrong people just for the swords. "Well...I have my ways. Anyways," she picked up the red and black outfit, explaining things about it.

"The suit weaves itself back together magically when damaged, it's a kevlar bi-weave with added padding for extra protection. Ans the satchels,"

The goddess reached into one of the satchels, pulling out a tiny pile of actual grenade launcher ammo.

"-can give you any kind of ammo or grenade you want, and will never run out. However, there are limits as to how many you can pull out at a time."

Percy blinked once...then twice. "What?" he asked. Nemesis let out a loud groan.

"See you around, Perseus." she spoke before flashing away, leaving a confused demigod as Jessica came into the room.

"Why was your door locked? Why couldn't I kick it open? And what's with the stuff scattered around the floor?"

Deadpool woke up to the sound of a car horn...sort of. He noticed something wrong the instant his vision cleared. He was in a cell...a glass cell.

He. Hated. Cells.

"No...no...NO!"