[hr] [center][img]https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/562115731131596800/wpRzbWy7.jpeg[/img][/center] [hr] [b]6:00 AM, March 20th, 2015 Location undisclosed Deep in an underground bunker, Padded Cell[/b] [color=C11B17]“You will try to stop us, but you can not defeat us. We are HYDRA, for if one head is removed two more will rise in its place. The return of the Red Skull and the reign of HYDRA is inevitable. You will see when I descend upon you.”[/color] [b][color=C11B17]“Heil HYDR-[/color][/b] [h3][b]*SPLORP!~*[/b][/h3] That was the precise noise the mushy, greyish pink oatmeal-like remnants of so-called 'breakfast' made as they impacted the tiny TV screen implanted into the cell wall. The goop bounced and dribbled off harmlessly of course, the screen being smooth and weirdly rubberized like everything else in the cell, allegedly 'for the safety of the occupant and all those around him' though everyone knew the prisoner in question could hardly be hurt. The tiny screen was one of the few luxuries allowed him, a bribe of sorts so that he would 'occasionally shut up and stop making [i]everyone else[/i] need padded cells.' So far it had worked, and the man inside had been significantly more docile since it was installed. But as the unidentifiable food-mush dripped down the looping crimson visage of the Red Skull the figure jumped up onto his cot and started springing up and down, shouting at an empty corner of the room. [color=red]"[b]WALLER!!!! WAAAAALLLLEEER!!!! Lemme at 'im! Ya gotta lemme at 'im! [i]I'M[/i] the only murderously charismatic disfigured psycho the world has room for!-"[/b][/color] The man somehow seemed to pause in midair to do the sort of pose mothers shield their kid's eyes from [color=red]"-Plus I look so much sexier in red and black [b]AND MY COSTUME'S NOT EVEN HUGO BOSS!"[/b][/color] Landing back down he proceeded to turn around, pull down his pants and moon the same empty corner with a pair of waggling buttocks that looked as if somebody had made a well-toned greek sculpture from rotten hamburger meat. [color=red][b]"COME OOOOOOON!~[/b] I know you're watching me Fat Ladyyyyyy!~ So just sing already and we'll make beautiful music together! I'll murderize him! You let me out and he'll be makin' out with Hitler in Hell's VIP Club by noon and you and me'll be rolling in government accolades and sweet, sweet victory chimichangas...and I know how much you like to eat!"[/color] In the midst of some particularly energetic bouncing and butt-wiggling he managed to slip and fall back on the mattress before slumping there with a surprisingly weary sigh. [color=red]"I just wanna get out there and kill some Nazis. You know...for America."[/color] [color=yellow] [i]We're exactly where we belong, Wade.[/i][/color] [color=red][i]Oh, [b]you[/b] again.[/i][/color] [color=yellow][i]You know I'm right. After all the things we've done, the people we've killed, the thing with the fight club and the orphanage...maybe we belong in a cell. Maybe there is no task force, no observation period, just a lie to keep us in here...and maybe we should accept it...[/i][/color] Or he could keep whining until the big lady gave him what he wanted. [color=red][b]"WALLER! LET ME GO KILL NAZIIIIIIS!~"[/b][/color] [hr] [b]6:15 AM, March 20th, 2015 Location undisclosed Several floors up, Control Center[/b] From the display screens connected to the hidden cameras in every room's walls, Amanda Waller stared coolly and analytically as her most vocal inmate threw what could only be described as a 'temper tantrum'. She had just now come to a conclusion of vast importance. A conclusion formed after several long, [i]long[/i] months of observation had already lead to one inescapable fact: Wade Wilson was the craziest son-of-a-bitch she had ever met. In a list that included countless magalomaniacs, endless whackjobs and the Joker himself, Wade Wilson came out ontop. Oh, to be sure he wasn't quite as murderously psychotic as Gotham's crown prince of crime. Occassionally, Wilson even seemed to have some shriveled up vestiges of a conscience. But pound for pound in her [b]very[/b] well informed opinion no degenerate anywhere was as absolutely chaotically insane. But looking over at another screen, at a still photo of the maniacal scowl of the Red Skull, Amanda Waller was forced to recognize that maybe the world around her had gone insane too. So, with an insane world forming around her Amanda Waller came to a conclusion she knew history would eternally judge her for coming to, at least if history ever found out: The world needed Wade Wilson. [b]The world needed Deadpool.[/b] Hand trembling for just an instant before her famous iron will stilled it, she pressed an intercom button. [color=Royalblue]"Captain, give me three hours prep time, then bring me Wilson."[/color] "Ma'am...you can't mean-" [color=royalblue]"God help me Captain, I do. Deadpool's joining the Suicide Squad."[/color]