"Wow, that was fast." In the blink of an eye, they were back in New York. Deadpool happily rubbed his belt, making the metal buckle squeak.
However, Cable looked grave as he reached out and took the belt back. "You can't play with it yet. It's not time."
"I hate hearing that. It's like when I have diarrhea and every stall in a public restroom is occupied. When I bang on the doors to hurry them up, that's what they say, and it makes me want to kill someone." Deadpool hugged his arms and looked into the distance from the rooftop. Neon lights glittered across the horizon, and the skyscrapers looked like uneven teeth. "Also, are you crazy? Why did you teleport us somewhere this high up? Come on, let's get down. The wind's freaking huge..."
Having no desire whatsoever to know what Deadpool did with other people in public restrooms, the metal-handed brute simply grabbed him and spoke again in that deep voice.
"Our target is right beneath us. Have you made a plan?"
"Wait, this soon? I'm not mentally prepared yet." Deadpool twisted coyly and drew circles on the ground with his toe. "My brain is a mess right now, like a whole crowd is holding a graduation dance, and some kid brought a gun and weed inside, so everyone wet themselves. To stop them from pissing and shitting everywhere, could you first tell me where you came from?"
"I was born in the 31st Century, but before coming here, I arrived at several other Time Points." Cable clearly knew Deadpool's habits and had come prepared. "At those Time Points, we became friends and even fought together in World War II."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. Cousin did say that a lot of things would change after the universe