The Monster in Manchester (Deadpool FF)

Boring ass flight

"Christ how LONG is this going to take??" Exclaims Wade.

"Keep it down!
We could alert the pilot.."

"Psh!
Even if we did, not like the bitch baby can come back here."

"Why am I so annoying?"

He silently chooses to ignore the voices rattling around in his brain.
Or..at least whatever takes up the space in his head.
Without much hesitation, he whips out his katanas and begins to sharpen one with the other.
Every few seconds or so he wound cling them together and sing a song or two.

It ain't much but on the bright side, I can't die of boredom!
He assures himself.
(Despite the fact that he can't die of anything)

"Should we go over the plan again?"

"Eh..!
Sounds lame but what else is there to do?"

"Fine.
This guy, who weirdly looks a lot like a guy I saw Wolverine fight once, wants me to sneak into the British museum.
Why, I'm not sure.
They said I'd get more info when I get there, but no one fucking told me the flight was EIGHT HOURS LONG!!!"

"I agree!
We're in a cramped dirty hot space and it feels like fooorrrreevvveerrrr"

"Oh, c'mon!
It isn't that bad and we're only in here for about an hour more."

"Ugghhhh!!
I didn't think it was possible to loose more of my mind."

The cargo plane is seemingly filled to the brim with crates and boxes from the states.
(With the exception of a special one from Canada)
Eventually dying from curiosity, Deadpool gets up from the crate where he sat.
His red spandex ass practically stuck to the box from how long he had been sitting!

"Ooo~
What secrets are behind door number one?"

"I-I don't think we should-"

"Open it!
OPEN IT!!
OPEN ITTTTT!!!"

He opens the crate which unveils...a lot of books?

"Aww...I got my hopes up."

"Yes, very sad...ANOTHER!!"

He opens another and another, not really taking the time to see what's inside each one.
Just opening things was satisfaction enough!
It wasn't long before everything was open and there was nothing interesting.
The occasional document or rock set, sure, but nothing to keep him busy.

"Well this sucks!"

"Massively."

"Yep."

Left alone once again to his thoughts, he takes the time to notice a gleaming from one of the crates.
A large one at that.

"Ooh~
Come to papa!" He exclaims, rummaging through the padding.

It isn't long until he strikes gold.
Unfortunately, the findings are far from the wealthy yellow bars he expected.

"Oh..."

The crate is filled with missiles.
Large dangerous rockets all tagged with symbols in some sort of odd language.

"That's...not good."

"Hey, uh...who hired us again?"

"Some guy, I dunno!
Maybe it's not as bad as it looks.
All this is going to a museum so they're probably to old to work."

"I'm not too sure about that...
They seem pretty new to me."

"Oh, quit your whining grandpa!
We're just here to get paid, kick a couple asses,...mmmaaayyybbbeee pick up a chick or two, and then come back.
Not that hard, man."

Wade snickers.

"..hard man."

Not too long after, the plane lands and Deadpool's done with Delta Airlines.
Speaking of, it's time for him to wake up.
...I said, he rolled off the crate where he was sleeping and woke up!

...

WAKE UP!!

"HOLY SHI-
Oh, we're here!"

The base of the plane creaks beneath his feet like metal clanking against pavement.

"Geese, how crappy is this thing??"

...
"Guys?
Oh great, gone silent on me."

He sighs, adjusting his belt and tapping lightly on the floor.
Eventually, he finds the perfect spot and whips out his katanas.
On the outside of the plane, two little blade heads suddenly poked through the bottom.
Turning counterclockwise while creating an earth shattering shriek.

A metal circle, no larger than a manhole cover, clanks to the ground.
A man in red spandex quickly follows and rolls safely to the ground.
He quickly glances around and dashes to the nearest object to hide behind.
Which, in this case, is a person.

Of course, Wade doesn't realize this at first until the flap of a tie hits him in the face.

"What the shit balls!" He exclaims, rubbing his face in fear of it being a spider web.

"우리가 고용한 바보야?"

"Huh-
Oh, uh...hi?"

The man in front of Deadpool is rather short in...size.
He has no hair with pale brown skin can a business attire.

"Yes, this is him." Sounds a voice.

Looking past the older man, a woman stands.
She is dressed all in white except for hair which is a vibrant blond.

"Well, hello there.
What might your name be~"

"It is none of your business, trader."

"What?!
I didn't even do anything yet!"

"No, not 'traitor'!
Trader.
You've come to give us what we want..right?"

"Well, that really all depends on who and where...maybe even a little bit of how."

The woman turns to the man and begins to speak to him.

"그는 동의했다." (He's agreed.)

"훌륭한! 그를 채우다!
그에게 설명." (Excellent! Explain it to him.)

The woman nods and the man proceeds to walk away with four men following close behind.
Now alone with the beautiful breasted woman, he takes his shot.

"So, do you-"

"No."

Oof.
Swing and a miss!

"Follow me.
We don't have much time."

"Whatever ya say, my lady!"

She stays silent and leads Wade to the building he assumed was a airport of some kind.
As they entered, however, he realized this was not the case.
After walking through a fire exit and up a flight of stairs, the two walk into a large cathedral looking room.

"Woah..
Hey, what is this place booby chick?"

She groans.

"Okay, first:
This is general Noctin's private collection.
Second, reframe from calling me that EVER again!
It's offensive."

"Well then, what am I supposed to call ya?" He asks, sarcastically.

They boat knew what he was up to.
She sighs, knowing that he would just bug her for eternity if this didn't end.

"...Silver.
Silver Sable."

"Eh, sounds like mouthful.
The names Deadpool!
Not because I'm dead or a pool but because I can't go in either~"

Silver can't help but wonder if he'll ever shut up.
And no.
No is the answer.