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"Hmm...." Zachary pondered the thought in his mind. Maybe he had been a bit too bias? He never asked what S.H.I.E.L.D did to people after they retired, did they kill them? In any case, he couldn't help but take this man's story as truth for the time being, as it was his way of not being bias. "I'm sorry," he said in a neutral tone, completely ridding himself of the previous shakiness he had put on earlier. His face reflected this.

"Well, it seems more like a personal issue than anything. If those S.H.I.E.L.D agents struck first, then I guess you aren't at fault, are you? For that, I am sorry for being such a pain," he apologized in a bow, disregarding the gun's existence completely. He looked to the cat-Vixen. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that, Miss. I tend to take such matters seriously and I may have gotten a bit out of hand...." he sighed, picking himself up and standing to the side. "...Guess playing the hero is something I should do less. I'll let you guys go then," he said.

Remembering Lady Deadpool, he turned to her. "There isn't a reason to fight anymore. It was a mistake on my behalf,"

Lacey raises an eyebrow when she hears Zachary speak.
"There isn't a reason to fight anymore. It was a mistake on my behalf." Okay, this guy must be an idiot. It was the only explanation as to why he would trust Mister Creepy Goth Man and his Demon Kitty sidekick. He may be buying it, but she wasn't. And then the personalities hit her.

"He's an idiot."
"I know right? These two are completely shady!"
"But we're shady too...."
"Well yeah, but it was completely different."
"Whatever we say."
"Fight time!"

Lacey spins her pistol.
"Yeah no, I'm not buying it." she sighs, "look, if you're not gonna shoot first, I will." And with that, she takes her pistol, aims it at Vixen's feet, and takes a shot.

Watching the female Deadpool closely, it didn't take a genius to figure out why she was raising her gun to the people Zach recently just said weren't enemies anymore. As the bang from the gun rang out, there was a clang of the bullet ricocheting immediately after. A hand stood between Lady Deadpool and the man with a cat. It wasn't made of flesh and bone though... it was metallic.

Zach spoke up, slightly irritated. The rest of his body was soon covered by the same material as his body and mind anticipated the possibly outcome of this action. But it had to be done. He wasn't about to let her murder these two. "Listen, I just told you they weren't hostiles and that it was my mistake," he said with a calm voice still making up his tone. "I do admit that they kinda look... 'off', but until we learn the truth, it would be murder to kill them," he explained in a hope that she would get it.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot let you harm them,"

"Oh please, I'm not gonna 'murder' them. Just...make 'em hurt a little bit." Lacey says, "Gosh you're dumb. These two were just about to rip you a new asshole and now you're playing their game?"

She raises her pistol at him now.
"You need to learn to live a little, guy."

"Well, I was threatening them, so I can't really blame them...." he sighed. "You assume that they could've ripped me a new one," Zachary's faceplate shut and a voice from his speakers was now heard. "In any case, please lower your weapon before you hurt yourself," he asked.

Her pistol had... nothing. It wasn't going to go through his armor. In fact, he did feel just a bit too safe in his armor, as it was pretty good. "Listen, I won't be fighting you. However, I will make sure to prevent you from harming them or myself by restraining you if need be," he frowned in his suit, knowing she'd probably not be smart enough to see the situation here. Well, he'll just have to make sure she didn't harm the other two, not something he couldn't handle.

"I'm all for living a little, but unecessary violence isn't how I do such," he spoke. "I would much appreciate it if you could retreat back home or at the very least, stand aside... we're in no need of fighting anymore, as I've said multiple times now,"

His glance turned to Vincent and Vixen. He nodded approvingly. "Go ahead and sorry," he said again to emphasize the point.

"Hurt myself? You obviously have no idea who you're dealing with here cupcake." Lacey says, firing a few shots just at his feet, "What, are we too man to fight a girl? Listen princess, if you're gonna be a 'hero' you've got a lot of learning to do before you can even hope to be one."

"He's seriously trying our patience..."
"I know right? What is he, some kind of nutjob?"
"No more of a nutjob than we are..."
"Ouch! That one hurt my feelings..."
"Case and point Lacey, case and point."

"Hey! Kitty Cat and Freakshow. How 'bout we tango a little?" This was her time to shine. Show 'em how good Lady Deadpool really was.

Taima was walking down the street playing on the violin.
He hadn't heard from any of the others in some time now, but then again everyone had probably been busy gathering ressources or something like that.
It was a nice day. The sun was shining and there wasn't a single robot in sight. Simply a peaceful day.

Then he noticed someone sitting on a building with his legs hanging from the roof.
He stopped playing and walked closer, but still weren't able to see who it was.
"Hello ?" he shouted at the person.
"Can you come down here ?"
He started packing the violin away and prepare the sword, just if it happened to be an enemy.

"New York City. What a fucking place." A young woman muttered to herself as she pushed open the doors to a massive building. She was dressed in a white trench coat, a matching fedora, designer sunglasses, and heels. A mane of chocolate cascaded down her back and stopped just past her ass, curling lightly. She had a Louis Vitton bag on her shoulder as she approached the desk and cleared her throat. "I have a meeting with Mister Stark." The receptionist looked up at her with dark brown eyes and popped her gum rudely.
"Mister Stark isn't in right now. Please come back later."
"I'll wait in his 'office'."
"That won't be possible."
"I believe it will. I'm on his VIP list."
"Name?"
"Evangeline. Evangeline Fury."
"Oh!" The woman began to sing a different tune. "Miss Fury! I didn't kno-"
"Obviously." She flashed her ID just to prove it before marching past the woman and up the stairway to the elevator, brushing past several people on her way. She went up, up, up, all the way to the top floor where she stepped out and looked around the 'office'. It used to be his bachelor's pad, but now it was the base for the Avengers since they had broken away from S.H.I.E.L.D after the attack, as Tony thought it would be best to keep the two groups separate, hoping that it'd keep all of the agents safe. A sigh escaped her as she removed her shades and tossing them onto the bar counter and draped her trenchcoat over a barchair. Underneath, she was wearing an all white suit that made her look as though she should be sneaking into the pentagon at that moment in time - Though it wouldn't be her first time. Stormy grey eyes looked around at the neat place before she took a seat at the bar, setting her purse down as she waited. She looked rather harmless, being of modelesque build with an innocent look to her features, a kind aura about her. But she had several weapons hidden on her and her purse housed more. She was sad that her father hadn't allowed her to bring her katanas with her, but she couldn't exactly be inconspicous by walking around looking like a Hitwoman. For now, she waited.

Lady Deadpool seemed to be ignoring his attempts at a non-violent ending to this fight. Zach sighed, wanting to run a hand through his hair but a helmet denied him the ability to do so just yet, so he settled for a longer sigh. "I don't think they want to fight, miss," he pointed out, knowing that at least the man didn't want to get into a fight. The Vixen seemed to hold something against the female Deadpool in the way that she just turned all of the sudden.

In any case, it was more or less a two against two situation, oddly it was the two guys not wanting to fight versus the two girls wanting to fight, so a majority vote was probably not going to decide anything. So, Zach insisted. "Wont fighting just be a waste of bullets and breaths? Please just stand down," he asked.

((OOC: Idk, I just didn't want this to die :c))

"It's not a waste if you live for it." Lacey replies. She takes her two swords out and gets in a fighting stance. It was true. Fighting was her life. She loved the thrill she got from it every time she threw a sword or shot a bullet. Even when she was hit it was like a jolt of electricity through her body. She also loved that she could never die.

"Can we get this party started then? Or are you too scared to fight a cute, wittle girl?" this was directed at Zachary. She liked to taunt her pray. Make them angry. Much like her father.

((OOC: I know D:)

"Fighting for the sake of itself isn't something worth living for....." Zach sighed. It didn't take a genius to figure out she wasn't going to leave without fighting someone, and Zach was apparently becoming that someone. Unfortunately for her, he did not strike women, and he would not be tricked into doing so, especially not with that soft excuse for a taunt.

"Listen. I've already said that I do not attack woman, and that will not change," he explained, his tone showing that he was not kidding, nor was he irritated in any way. "Knowing about your father and how skilled he is.... almost makes me wish I had not that code on me for the sake of sparring purposes. However, I still will not faulter in that respect, ma'am,"