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It had turned out to be an odd weekend. Once again, MODOK had captured Wade and Hope.  What no one had counted on had been the capture of Captain Steve Rogers, too. Modok still wanted Wade's genes.  Unfortunately, he'd been called away to deal with a companywide assault against A.I.M, and so the three of them had been stuck in holding cells made of adamantium and blue force fields set at a frequency high enough to incapacitate Wade for a decent amount of time. Hope was not too terribly uncomfortable, as Deadpool had snarled at the guards that they had better bring his princess a pillow and a blanket and some water – or else.   It had

PLEASE read the Author's Notes below the story.   I promise this ficlet will make so much more sense if you do!  ...Then again, it's a Metalocalypse story.  Sense very rarely enters into anything Dethklok and their manager get involved in. "Hello? Who is this?" "Hello, my name is Charles, and I—" "YOU!" "I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Frampensteen." "Sorry isn't good enough! That man called here twenty times in a row looking for you—and right at dinnertime, too!" "Mrs. Frampensteen, I really am quite sorry about this.  He was playing 'Sales Caller' and transposed a couple of number—" "THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR THE DOZEN MESSAGES

Rose in Spanish Harlem "But why here?" "Where else we gonna get the famous Barrio Burger?  Plus, they got chicken 'n shrimp satays and chocolate empanadas!" "What are 'em-pandas'?" "Empanadas.  Puerto Rican wontons filled with yummy things.  In this case: chocolate." "Puerto Rico?  I thought we were in Spanish Harlem?" "That's the name of the place.  After World War Two – which I actually helped fight in alongside Captain America for a few brief hours – the Italian immigrants moved out, the Hispanic immigrants moved in, and voila!  Spanish Harlem, home to an astoundingly large concentration of Puerto Ricans and one of the grea

He had figured it out ages ago.  When Hiccup had come into his life and given him the Viking name "Toothless," he had been a young dragon.  Only out of the egg by five years, but compared to a human, he'd been an adult.  Actually, he'd been about the same age as Hiccup; a young man whiskering around the edges of adulthood, ready to become something great. Potential!  They had both had potential untapped, waiting to be found. Funny how they hadn't been able to tap that waiting prowess without each other. Time had gone by, of course.  Hiccup had grown into his full hide; become a powerfully built man.  He'd been the village's blacksmith, tak