SHIELD Triskelion - 1100
At the SHIELD headquarters in Washington DC, level seven agent Jonathan Trent was waiting patiently in one of the training rooms. He had been told by one of the higher agents to meet there, but it wasn't specified what time he had to be there. It was odd since there was usually an exact time of meeting, but he didn't ask questions. He knew that he was being drafted to a new team, but he wasn't given the information about who was on the team and who was leading it. Honestly, he wouldn't care who lead the team as long as it wasn't him. Normally he would be granted access to things as simple as who was on his team, but something about the whole thing seemed a little off to him. Normally the team leader would talk to all of the team members and organize them for a meeting, but instead it was higher Agent Phil Coulson, who was a level eight agent. He informed Trent about the team and the meet-up location, and told him that he wasn't the leader of the group.
So here he was, standing patiently in one of the advanced training rooms meant for mutants and people with special abilities. It was like the danger room that was housed in the Xavier Academy, but smaller, and there were more of them so more people could train individually at the same time. He had used them before, and he had no trouble completing the scenarios given to him. He couldn't help but think that there had to be a better place to meet up, like the cafeteria or just about anywhere else. A training room that wasn't active was just a giant silver box when looking from the inside. There were hexagonal panels that lined the walls and ceiling, and the floor didn't have a single mark on it. It was just an odd place to wait at, and he wanted to meet the team so they could get out of the place and do something.
A little ways away from the SHIELD base of operations, a rather strange man was walking through the streets. He wore a dark red striped suit and a red mask with large black eye holes and smaller white ones inside the black. Now, it wasn't all that uncommon to see a superhero or caped crusader in public, but this was just odd. He strode across the sidewalk with unmatched confidence as he whistled a tune to himself.
This was Deadpool.
Normally, he would have been in his normal mercenary attire, but he decided that something as important as going to the SHIELD headquarters would require a certain level of maturity and confidence.
And since he didn't have that first one, he decided to go overboard with the second to make up for it.
This would he the first meeting of many with him and his team, the appropriately named Odd Squad. After bugging Director Fury for long enough, the cyclop finally gave him access to a team, but quickly wondered why he even allowed Wilson on SHIELD grounds at all.
"This is going to be fun!"
At the SHIELD headquarters in Washington DC, level seven agent Jonathan Trent was waiting patiently in one of the training rooms. He had been told by one of the higher agents to meet there, but it wasn't specified what time he had to be there. It was odd since there was usually an exact time of meeting, but he didn't ask questions. He knew that he was being drafted to a new team, but he wasn't given the information about who was on the team and who was leading it. Honestly, he wouldn't care who lead the team as long as it wasn't him. Normally he would be granted access to things as simple as who was on his team, but something about the whole thing seemed a little off to him. Normally the team leader would talk to all of the team members and organize them for a meeting, but instead it was higher Agent Phil Coulson, who was a level eight agent. He informed Trent about the team and the meet-up location, and told him that he wasn't the leader of the group.
So here he was, standing patiently in one of the advanced training rooms meant for mutants and people with special abilities. It was like the danger room that was housed in the Xavier Academy, but smaller, and there were more of them so more people could train individually at the same time. He had used them before, and he had no trouble completing the scenarios given to him. He couldn't help but think that there had to be a better place to meet up, like the cafeteria or just about anywhere else. A training room that wasn't active was just a giant silver box when looking from the inside. There were hexagonal panels that lined the walls and ceiling, and the floor didn't have a single mark on it. It was just an odd place to wait at, and he wanted to meet the team so they could get out of the place and do something.
A little ways away from the SHIELD base of operations, a rather strange man was walking through the streets. He wore a dark red striped suit and a red mask with large black eye holes and smaller white ones inside the black. Now, it wasn't all that uncommon to see a superhero or caped crusader in public, but this was just odd. He strode across the sidewalk with unmatched confidence as he whistled a tune to himself.
This was Deadpool.
Normally, he would have been in his normal mercenary attire, but he decided that something as important as going to the SHIELD headquarters would require a certain level of maturity and confidence.
And since he didn't have that first one, he decided to go overboard with the second to make up for it.
This would he the first meeting of many with him and his team, the appropriately named Odd Squad. After bugging Director Fury for long enough, the cyclop finally gave him access to a team, but quickly wondered why he even allowed Wilson on SHIELD grounds at all.
"This is going to be fun!"