The spider creatures had bodies of bronze, silver and gold, precious and strong metals that had allowed their race to survive hundreds of years. Their precious gem like eyes could allow them to see even at the darkest of nights, making it so they never lost sight of their prey. and their large size along with their numbers normally ensured a swift victory for whatever it was they went up against. But today was different. Today was a slaughter like usual. But the spiders were the ones being slaughtered.

Deathstroke lashed out with his blade and cleaved one of the golden spider's head from its body, before he reached out with his arm and snatched the head out of the air. The spider's body had just hit the ground by the time the mercenary had ripped it's eyes from it's head, holding them up to the sun to get a better look at them to determine their worth.

Without looking he stabbed with his blade under his arm, driving the blade into the face of another spider that thought it could sneak up behind him. He twisted the blade with enough force to snap the spider's head off of its body, before he brought his blade before his face and examined the eyes of the silver spider.

'Facsimiles. These are not precious gems, but rather eyes that resemble the real gems,' Deathstroke thought to himself, scowling under his mask as the loss of pay boiled his temper. He tossed what remained off the spiders off to the side before turning his gaze towards the rest of the spider army, noticing that all of the arachnids were now circling him. 'They know that I am the biggest threat here. So they do have a limited amount of intelligence. If they were smart, they would run for their lives.'

The spiders swarmed him all at once, with dozens of creatures made of bronze and silver hoping to kill the terminator simply by overwhelming him with numbers. But Deathstroke hadn't become the most feared mercenary in the world by allowing himself to be killed by numbers alone. Faster than the eye could react, he reached down and grabbed hold of the submachine guns that hung from the sides of his legs. He snapped the guns up to his side and began to spin around in a circle, firing a volley of bullets into the advancing horde as he did so.

While to the ponies it looked merely as if he was firing blindly in a circle, with his heightened reaction time Deathstroke was taking care to perfectly line up each shot so that all of the bullet's were fatal. Every time he pulled the trigger the bullet would fly right into the skull of a spider, shattering it's head and dropping it dead. He also took care to make sure that none of the bullets were sent flying towards the ponies. He didn't want to damage his reputation with potential customers this early.

The spiders managed to piece together that running at the mercenary in a straight line was only going to get them killed, so some of the arachnids took to the air, trying to smother Deathstroke under their bodies. Had Deathstroke been feeling generous, he would have allowed a few to make it through and allow them to think that they had gotten the drop on him. But Deathstroke was never generous. Which meant the spiders had to die.

He attached the SMG in his left hand to the side of his leg once again before reaching to his back, grabbing hold of his energy staff. He stopped spinning while detaching the staff from its magnetic locks. He twirled the weapon over his head with one hand, creating a stream of energy that radiated from the ends of the weapon. The spiders that had been leaping down from above were blasted to the side by the energy discharged from the weapon and crashed down into their comrades.

While they were down Deathstroke shot them dead with his SMG, before he lowered the weapon to his side and allowed himself to look over the carnage that he had caused. Over five dozen spiders lay dead in a circle around him, not counting the spiders that had already been killed by the ponies before he had arrived. He pressed a button on the side of the SMG and discharged the magazine from the firearm, before quickly inserting another magazine to take the previous ones place.

With the threat of the spiders removed for the time being, Slade slowly turned around to face the remaining ponies. A smile spread beneath his helmet when he turned to see that all of the ponies, aside from the princess, were staring at him with wide and terrified eyes. Said princess was busy tending to the white pony with the blue mane that Slade had seen go down earlier, yet seemed to still be alive. Slade took a single step towards the princess and instantly found himself face to point with numerous spears.

"Halt, whoever you are!" the guards snarled at Slade, who stopped his advance for the moment. "We don't know who you are or why you chose to help us, but back away from the princess. If you don't we will have no choice but to bring you down!"

Slade considered their offer for a moment before he pressed a button on his staff and caused energy to crackle at the ends of the weapon. He then very deliberately took a step towards the guards, testing them to see how they would respond. The guards didn't disappoint and with a roar they all began to charge towards the mercenary.

"Enough!" Princess Cadence roared, her royal decree halting the guards dead in their tracks. The princess rose from beside the fallen captain, who shakily rose to his hooves a moment later. The captain flashed Cadence a weak smile, getting her to smile back at him before she turned to face Slade with a stern look on her face. The princess and the mercenary met eye to eye for a moment, a silent conversation being spoken between the two of them. Then, to the shock of the guards that still stood between Slade and the princess, Cadence bowed her head to Deathstroke.

"Thank you, stranger, for your help against those beasts," Cadence said in a respectful tone. "I am grateful that a soul as kind as your came to our aid in our hour of need. I am in your debt." Slade would have laughed out loud if not for the fact that it would have given him away. He chose instead to nod his head slightly, while internally he was thinking of how he could use her gratitude to his advantage.

"I am Princess Cadence, ruler of the Crystal Empire. I say this because it is clear from your garb and weaponry that you are not from around these parts, are you?" Cadence asked Slade, who shook his head. Silence made him seem more mysterious and more intimidating. That he had learned from experience. And indeed, the guards looked at him nervously and even the princess seemed a bit put off by his silence.

"Um, I know you can speak our language. I heard you speak to us earlier," Cadence reminded him. Slade saw that she had narrowed her eyebrows and that there was a glint of anger in her eyes, telling him that it was time to speak.

"What were those creatures and why did they attack you." The modifier within his helmet that distorted his voice made his tone sound far more menacing than normal and the ponies all backed away from him slightly after he spoke. Cadence had courage however and a moment later she overcame her uncertainty.

"Those are arachnoids. Creatures of science and magic that were created over thousand of years ago," Cadence revealed to Slade, who was tempted to roll his eye at another science and magic creation. "As for why they attacked us, well..."

"We were on our way to Canterlot to speak with Celestia and Luna, the rulers of Equestria, about the recent attacks on our family by an unknown group when those spiders attacked out train. No doubt they were sent to kill us as well," the white pony spoke up, hobbling over beside the princess. "Shining Armor, Captain of the Crystal Empire Guard. That was some pretty impressive blade work out there. You might even give me a run for my money." Slade chose to answer that laughable statement with silence.

Cadence turned her head towards the train, which had been derailed, and made her horn glow. A beam of magic erupted from the end of the horn and wrapped itself around the train, lifting it into the air. She slowly used her magic to move the train back onto the tracks, where she gently set it down correctly on the rails before the magic vanished.

'So their magic can act similar to a Lantern ring. Interesting.'

"Thank you again for helping us out. We might not have made it had you not arrived when you did," Cadence said once more, turning Slade's attention back to her. "You have my eternal gratitude...um..."

"Slade," Slade answered, figuring that even a being as slow as Cadence could probably figure he was bad news by the name Deathstroke alone. "Slade Wilson. Gun for hire."

"A mercenary?" Cadence muttered to herself. Slade saw the doubt beginning to form in her eyes and for a moment he believed that he would have to use the staff against the princess. But then she glanced around at he destroyed spiders and her own wounded guard and she seemed to come to a decision. "Tell me, Mr. Wilson, do you accept gold as payment? Because it seems I am in need of somepony with your set of skills."

(D|P)

Pinkie chose to introduce Deadpool to Twilight first. Because that was a good idea.

Wade reacted the way anyone who spent the last five years of his life in red spandex and killing a lot of people would if they came across a pony with a horn, wings and an adorable little crown would. He raced right up to the princess of friendship and nearly squeezed the life out of her.

"Look at this little pony princess, thinking she's the ruler of the world!" Wade exclaimed with excitement as he squeezed Twilight tight and swung her around. Naturally Twilight had no idea what was going on and found herself slightly put off by a freak in red spandex taking her from behind and swinging her around. So she did what any rational and intelligent being would do in her situation. She set horn to zap.

Electricity crackled from the end of her horn and fried the merc with a mouth, changing his outfit from one that was black and red to a suit that was charred and burning. Deadpool released Twilight from his grip and crumpled into a heap on the ground, finally allowing Twilight to see what bout of insanity she would have to deal with that day.

"What the hell are you?!" Twilight asked with confusion as she gazed down at the human, whose body was twitching uncontrollably. She then spied Pinkie standing next to her. "Pinkie, who the hell is this? And why did they suddenly start shaking me around?"

"That's my friend Wade Wilson! He's like me!" Pinkie exclaimed happily.

Upon hearing the news that there was another being like Pinkie that existed in the universe, Twilight felt a part of her die and knew that nothing she ever did would get it back. She turned her gaze from Pinkie to Wade, only to find that the human was already fully recovered from her electric shock. He was crouched down so that he could be eye level with the princess and was now wearing her crown.

"I will warn you now Wade that if you try anything like that again I will not be so nice next time," Twilight warned Wade.

"Aw, she's so cute when she think she's being threatening," Wade said before he reached out and pinched Twilight's cheeks. "Who's a cute little electrocution pony? You are!"

Twilight was never one to break her promises, so the moment Wade put his hands on her again he found himself being reacquainted with enough magical electricity to impress even the god of thunder. Twilight and Pinkie both stared down at the smoldering body of Wade before Twilight grabbed the top of Pinkie's head, turning the pink pony's head towards Twilight.

"Pinkie. Explain."

"Like I said, this is Wade Wilson. He's my new friend!" Pinkie repeated for Twilight, who was trying very hard not to blow her top.

"I meant what is he doing here and why, oh Faust why, did you bring him to me?"

"I can explain the what and why, my dear princess. I am Deadpool, the regenerating degenerate," Deadpool introduced himself to Twilight as he leaned against Pinkie. "I'm a mercenary currently looking for both employment and a magic McGuffin which is said to make me loaded. I know how to use my sword, my gun and my other sword in lethal ways. I'm also pretty much unkillable, unless the writers have no idea what they're doing. Pinkie brought me here because she told me that you were looking to spend some money and I'm the kinda guy you should spend it on."

"I'm sorry, did you just say that you're unkillable?" Twilight asked Wade with disbelief, who then nodded his head. She burst out in a fit of laughter, clutching at her sides and trying to keep her balance. She failed and a moment later both Deadpool and Pinkie were watching as a purple pony princess laughed herself to tears in the center of town. "Oh that is rich. For a moment I thought Pinkie had brought trouble to town, but now I see she brought a comedian! Ugh, tell me another, because I have been stressed due to work and-"

BANG!

Twilight let out a shriek as Deadpool's pistol cracked out against the calm morning, sending a bullet flying from the end of his gun straight through his cranium. Blood sprayed from the side of Deadpool's head as the bullet tore through his brain, getting him to collapse to the ground at Twilight's hooves a moment later. Twilight gazed down at the body with fear and horror, unable to fathom the fact that the merc had killed himself right in front of her. She stammered out a few words before she looked over at Pinkie, who had a smirk on her face.

"Yep, I reacted the same way at first. Give him a moment."

"Holy Lord who is sweet and pure, that hurt," Deadpool said as he rose back up to his feet a moment later, getting Twilight's jaw to fall straight to the ground. Twilight watched the bloody wound in Deadpool's head stitched itself back together with no issue, before even the suit repaired itself, leaving no mark a few moments later of what should have been a fatal injury. Deadpool crouched down in front of Twilight and dangled the gun in front of the princess.

"That proof enough for you, non-believer? Or would you like to fire a few rounds?" Deadpool asked as he offered Twilight the gun.

"No...no I believe you," Twilight said before she shook her head and held a hoof to her head with a groan. "Okay, Pinkie, could you bring Deadpool to my castle? We're going to need to have a long and probably migraine inducing talk. One that I am not looking forward to."