Natasha didn't lower her weapon but it was obvious that this wasn't the guy "You're not...you're...who the fuck are you?" He had a mask on so she couldn't make any assumptions.
"Spiderman. Who are you?" He steps back and slowly closes the door to reveal his own gun pointed at her. "Did you tell Dick Tracy you were borrowing his hat?" The corners of his mouth pull up under the mask. [She's really hot.] {Yeah...maybe we can get us me a /boo-tay/ bonus out of this one!} "Yeah, I think I saw you at the Pink Flamingo, except you were only wearing the hat. I know how I could be sure!"
"Spiderman likes to hang out at the pink flamingo? I doubt it" Natasha had suspected he was probably armed. He looked like he was here on business. "You're here to kill him aren't you?"
Wade laughs, "That putz? No...I think you have to be able to shave before they let you in there." [You just blew your cover.] "Damn....oh well. And Damn straight I'm here to kill him. And I don't care how hot you are, you're not going to cheat me out of my payday." [God, I love Paydays.] {There's a 7/11 on the corner, let's get one after this.} Wade takes a step back. "I'd really hate to have to do that. Your breasts are nearly as perfect as Princess Buttercup's." He glances at his watch, then back up at Natasha. "Why don't you wait for me at the 7/11, sweetie, and after this we can get us a couple of Paydays and Slurpies."
Natasha smirked a little bit, this guy was actually pretty entertaining. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that, darth maul. Mr. Kobal and I have a date." Natasha didn't want to have to kill this guy, but she would if it came down to it. "Who sent you?"
[Hee hee. Darth Maul...good one.] "We are at a stand still, it seems. It doesn't matter who hired me. The man is a scumbag, and he needs to stop taking up our precious oxygen. Who are you? Look. I'll tell you who I am if you tell me who you are? Who sent you?"
"I just asked you who sent you, and you wouldn't tell me, so why should I tell you?" Were they bickering now? "He could come in here any minute and then what are we going to do, kill each other or kill him?" She was less amused now, and more annoyed.
Wade scratches his head while he continues to hold the gun at Natasha's breasts. [Mmmm. Breasts.] {Stay focused.} [Just tell her you're working for Patel. She won't know him.] "But what if she is working for Patel, too! Checking up on me!" Wade stares at Natasha and blinks. "I just said that out loud, didn't I?"
"Yeah you did...I'm not going to ask about...whatever that little episode was you just had....but I'd like to know why this Patel person wants him dead." Natasha stretched her back a little sticking her breasts out. They seemed to distract him and hey? whatever works. The very instant he let his guard down, Natasha struck like a viper. She snatched the gun right out of his hand and pointed it at Wade. Now she had two guns on him, and he had none.
Wade drops as soon as he realizes she got his gun. [She got your gun, dude.] {You were looking at her tits!} [This is embarrassing.] He braces himself with an arm while he sweeps his legs under hers to try to take her out. Meanwhile, since he /does/ have two hands, he draws another gun, and sitting back on his ass, points it her direction. [BANG!] "Not yet."
Natasha does not know what the fuck is going on. All of a sudden she's staring at a very ugly and poorly designed ceiling. Good thing knowing how to fall without hitting your head is a reflex for her at this point. "I guess I underestimated you." And so once again they have guns pointed at each other and it looks like Nat isn't going to make it home in time for her tv shows after all.
"Yeah, and you should see me in bed, sweet cheeks!" [Smooth, Casanova.] He grins, "I think I like you! Who are you? I'm Wade Wilson, Deadpool. Heard of me? Say yes, or I'll shoot."
"Yes." She said, sitting up slowly as to not make him shoot her. Truthfully she had heard of him. "Now it makes sense. You're the merc with a mouth....and what a mouth it is." She mumbled sarcastically. "I'm known as the Black Widow."
The mask rutsches up at the eyebrows. "Ahhh! Natasha Fatale! Does Boris Badenoff know you're working without him." [You know know one will get the reference!] {They can google it.} "And why do you want to kill Kobal? Why don't you just disappear. I'll take care of this and you can claim you did kill him. Just don't let Patel hear, cause I /do/ want to get paid." Wade stands up slowly as well. "You know you made me crush my soap."
Natasha got the reference, and it wasn't exactly original...but it wasn't something she heard much of anymore either. "I'm not here to kill him, I'm here to find out who he's working with. That's why I can't let you dust him."
Deadpool, winces, "Then maybe we can come to some sort of agreement. But this is a pain, because I really didn't want to be up late and miss Pawn Stars." Wade tilts his head, "You question him, and /then/ I'll kill him. Easy peasy!" [Easy peasy?] {That's almost as embarrassing as losing your gun.} "And then after that, we can have tacos and beer at Don Pepes."
"I know right? The previews looked really good for How I met Your Mother." Natasha lowered the guns she was holding because clearly they weren't going to shoot each other."I don't know about tacos, but...maybe you help me interrogate him and I'll look the other way if you want to finish him off."
Wade lowers and holsters his gun and holds his hand out to take his other gun back from her. "My dear, Black Widow, I think this might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship!" [Yes, she digs up.] {Totally going to get some tonight.}
