Slade's one eye snapped open and a moment later he was on his feet, sword in one hand and a gun in the other. In the blink of an eye he scanned the area around him, looking for whatever had attacked him from behind. Whatever had hit him had to have been powerful, for his armor normally protected him from any and all forms of attack. Yet when his eye spied the red clad merc and the pink party pony both sitting beside a campfire and singing songs, his rage at being attacked was replaced with a cold fury.

"Hey, look who's finally awake! You sure slept well!" Pinkie said with a wide smile to Slade, while she roasted a marshmallow on the end of a stick. "In fact, you slept so long that it's already night!"

Slade cast a glance up at he sky to see that the pony spoke the truth. Then he turned his eye towards Wade, doing everything in his power from ripping the mercenary apart with his bare hands. "Yeah, sorry about knocking you out there, daddy o'," Wade said with a wave to Slade, while he grilled a marshmallow on the end of a katana. "What are the odds that we'd fall out of the sky and land right on you. I swear it's like a bad story line where the writer keeps the main characters together so that-"

Deathstroke whipped out his submachine gun and unloaded it into Wade's chest, knocking the mercenary off of his log and pinning him to ground while blood sprayed out of his chest. Slade held the trigger down until his gun clicked. When Slade heard the click, he pulled out his other SMG and unloaded that one into Wade's chest as well, while reloading the other one with one hand.

"Argh! Ow! Shit! Fuck! Stop it!" Wade cried out as Slade unloaded another full magazine into the chest of the merc with a mouth, before aiming his newly reloaded SMG at Wade and pulling the trigger once more.

"Slade, stop it!" Pinkie cried out, but Slade ignored her words as he reloaded and started firing once more. "He didn't mean to do it, it was an accident!"

"Don't give a damn," Slade replied coldly before firing once again.

"Dammit! Fuck! Why is this still happening to me?!" Wade cried out as thirty more bullets embedded themselves in his body, which thrashed violently as the bullets tore into him. Only once his submachine gun started to click once did Slade finally stop shooting at Wade. He lowered his know smoking SMG's to look down at the red merc, who had more holes in his body than he did actual body at that point. Yet to Deathstroke's utter disbelief, Wade sat up a moment later and looked down at his riddle body.

"Ugh, Swiss. My least favorite of cheese," Wade said as the holes in his body began to stitch themselves back together, pushing the bullet's out of his body. The bullets clattered across the ground and a few moments later Deadpool was perfectly healed. "Good thing we got those out of my body. I hear too much lead can be bad for you. And yet a gamma bomb and a radioactive spider gives a person superpowers, but lead never does. Weird if you think about it, but weirder still-"

Slade's pistol cracked out and a spray of blood shot out of the back of Deadpool's head, causing the mercenary to flump over his log. Yet despite knowing that he had decimated the brain of the annoyance, once more Slade was forced to watch as what should have been a fatal wound healed itself in a manner of seconds. Deadpool sat up once more, shaking out his head before looking down at his sword, which he had dropped during the execution.

"Well shit, I dropped my marshmallow," Deadpool said sadly, before he flicked the dirty marshmallow off of the edge of his blade, where it made a splat right on the front of Slade's helmet. "You got another one Pinkie? Some asshole ruined mine."

"Um...here," Pinkie said as she reached into her mane and pulled out another marshmallow for Wade. Wade took it happily and stuck it onto the end of his blade, which he then held above the flames. Deathstroke stayed at the edge of the light the fire created, hesitant to get too close to the merc with a mouth. He didn't like dealing with foes who had strange powers. But he liked dealing with a foe that could seemingly heal from any manner of wound even less.

"Come on dad, sit on down and join us," Wade told Slade, patting the log next to him. Slade had to resist the urge to blow his brains out once more.

"Um, if you don't mind me asking, strange, violent person, why are so hell-bent on killing my friend?" Pinkie asked Deathstroke. The orange and black clad mercenary turned his gaze towards the pink pony, who, strangely, didn't cower under his glare like a smart person would have. "And aren't you cold standing in the darkness like that? Come on, join us for some marshmallows!"

Slade couldn't fathom what he found stranger. The fact that despite having fired nearly five magazines worthy of ammunition into Deadpool the mercenary was barely affected. Or that after having witnessed a brutal and bloody attempt to murder someone, the pink pony was offering him to sit with her. Slade chose to remain in the shadows, with only the orange half of his helmet visible to the pair.

"Oh don't mind him going all Batman on us, he's a paid mercenary like me," Deadpool said to Pinkie. "Which means that he's here on a job and he's all upset that we're taking away his precious brooding time."

"A job? Like, are you here to sell clothes or something like that?" Pinkie asked through a mouthful of marshmallow.

"What? No, a mercenary get's paid to do whatever the guy with the money wants them to do," Deadpool explained before tossing his own black marshmallow into his mouth, only for it to get stuck on his mask. "Like find a something and bring it back to the buyer."

"You do not even know what you are here to retrieve?" Deathstroke asked, the sheer stupidity of Deadpool's words finally getting Slade to break his silence. "The first rule of being a proper mercenary is to make sure you understand exactly what you are getting paid to do. Yet you could not even find out what you are here to find? I would ask how you are still alive, but I know how."

"Hey, I need to pay my bills, okay? Sometimes clients are hard to come by, especially when you end up betraying most of them because they turn out to be evil bastards," Deadpool shot back at Slade.

"You get paid to do this?" Pinkie asked.

"Normally I try to work for money, but recently it's been harder and harder to come by. The bad guys don't pay like they used to and the Avengers save the world for free. It's hard to find a market for an unkillable mercenary with a singing voice like mine," Deadpool lamented, before turning tear filled eyes towards Deathstroke. "You're the same, right?"

"I always have plenty of work. There's always something that needs to be stolen or a person needing to be terminated," Deathstroke replied in a cold voice. "Perhaps I will be hired to kill a pony one day." Deadpool then gave Deathstroke a look that made the terminator reach for his sword.

"So is that why you're here then? To kill Pinkie?" Deadpool asked Deathstroke, who tightened his grip around his sword's handle.

"I am here to retrieve something that doesn't concern you. If I was here to terminate, none of you would see me until it was too late," Deathstroke said in a tone filled with murder.

"Well glad that we've gotten that all sorted out. That answer all of your questions, Pinkie?" Deadpool asked Pinkie, who nodded happily while she munched on a bag of popcorn. Deathstroke released his grip on his sword, realizing that Deadpool had managed to trick him into almost revealing what he was there to retrieve.

'Perhaps this Deadpool isn't as foolish as I originally believed,' Slade thought to himself as he sized up the red wearing merc once again. 'I would do well to remember that when I am forced to kill him.'

"Okie dokie then! If you guys are here looking for something, then you two should go see Princess Twilight!" Pinkie recommended. "She helps everypony that needs help. Be it dealing with paraspirits, battling the forces of evil or even helping to plant a garden! I'm certain that she can help you find this something that you're looking for!"

"There are more ponies like you?" Deadpool asked with wide eyes, which grew even wider when Pinkie nodded. "I must meet them all. Pinkie, you will introduce me to every last one of them, won't you?"

"Of course I will! You want to try and be friends with all of them?!"

"Um, of course I will be! And if they're half as adorable as you are, then we will get along just fine," Deadpool said excitedly before he turned to where Deathstroke had been standing. "How about you, slayer? Want to go meet some-"

Yet when Deadpool looked over at the spot where Deathstroke had been standing, he found that the orange clad mercenary was gone. Deadpool and Pinkie looked around for him for a moment, before Wade shrugged his shoulders and went back to shoveling the sweets that Pinkie had given him into his face. "Welp, dad's gone again. Guess I'll see him again when he's back from the convince store."

"Are you sure he's your family, Wade?" Pinkie asked Deadpool.

"Of course he is. I'm practically modeled after him. Why do you ask?"

"Well, he doesn't seem to be that nice to you."

"Pinkie, he's not nice to anybody. It's practically his main character trait."

"Wade...I think he tried to kill you. A lot."

"Pinkie, sweetie, everybody I know has tried to kill me, friend or foe alike. My bestest friend in the whole world Wolverine used to greet me by impaling my head on his claws and ripping it off. That's how he'd say high. Then I'd say high back by planting explosives in his bed and blowing it up whenever he'd try to have sexy time with whoever his girlfriend was at that point. Or maybe I did that first then he started trying to rip my head off? Point it, Wolverine got blown in more ways than one and people have strange ways of showing affection for one another."

"I guess that's true...the whole people showing affection for each other in different ways," Pinkie muttered to herself, before her eternal smile returned to her face as an idea came to her. "Hey, if you're low on bits and need a job, then I should take you to see Princess Celestia and Princess Luna! They're always complaining about how they need more help doing things but don't have the horse power! They would probably hire you!"

"Are you sure? Because I never got through high school if that's needed on the application."

"Yeah! They would totally love you! You're funny and wacky and like to do things the crazy way, just like I do! You're like another me, but with swords! I don't know anything that would make them happier than having another pony like me around!" Pinkie said with such enthusiasm that Deadpool couldn't help but finding himself agreeing with her.

"This plan is short sighted and will most likely end up with someone getting hurt. I'm all for it! For the money!" Deadpool agreed as he thrust his sword into the sky. "Onward, my steed! Let us make haste to the princesses and their large sums of money!"

"To Ponyville!" Pinkie cried out before she rocketed forward in a burst of speed, one so powerful that it left Deadpool eating her dust. Deadpool stared at where she had vanished to for a brief second before he shrugged his shoulders.

"Eh, I'm sure I'll be caught up to her once again in about two days time."

(|DP|)

'Princess Twilight Sparkle. I saw her report in the computer.'

Having had enough of Deadpool's insanity and having learned what he had wanted to know from Pinkie, Deathstroke had vanished from the little get together Pinkie was having and disappeared into the night. When he had first arrived in Equestria his plan of action was to find who was in charge and use them to discover the location of the source of magic that he had been hired to find. That was until he ran into Deadpool and had to deal with him first. But now that he knew who he had to find, he wouldn't waste anymore time on the regenerating degenerate. For now, at least.

'But he will be a problem later on. Yet right now I do not have the tools or the knowledge to dispose of him. I will have to make sure to devote some time to learning more about his abilities later,' Slade through to himself as he ran across the fields of grass. With his body having been enhanced to the point that he was practically superhuman, Deathstroke could run all night and not be tired by the next day. Which was exactly what he planned to do.

Yet Deathstroke also found himself thinking back to Pinkie, who seemed like an "ordinary" pony, according to his intel. But there was something about her, something that made the warning senses in the back of his mind that he had spent all of his life fine tuning go off. The same way that Deadpool had made his warning sense flare back at the fire. Perhaps this job wouldn't be as easy as he had originally believed.

'Find civilization. Secure map of the land. Discover where the rulers such as this Twilight live,' Deathstroke thought, compartmentalizing the other ideas until a later time. 'And then make her tell me what she knows...through any means necessary.'