She knew something told her to be in New York City on this day.

Now she knew why.

In the New York Sanctum, the person known as The Ancient One slowly made her way down the stairs. Moments ago, her assistant claimed some entity wanted to discuss something important over a cup of tea.

However, even with her impressive ability to manipulate the forces of magic, tapping into extra-dimensional energy, she felt nothing. No stranger had breached the wards of the New York Sanctum. From what she could tell, she and her assistants were the only ones present.

"Oh."

A tall, unassuming man dressed all in black walked around the Sanctum studying the objects that the Order protects. Of course, why would the wards recognize the entity. The being was part of the natural order of things.

"Good afternoon, Ailidh."

The room changed. In the center of it now sat a table with two chairs and a pot of tea resting upon it.

"I cannot remember the last time someone used that name," she said, taking a seat.

"Well, it's a good name. A strong name; it shouldn't be forgotten," Death replied with a warm smile. "I figured since you were already here, the two of us could sit down and chat over a cuppa. It tends to make things better, wouldn't you agree."

"I'm hardly British," she said, taking a sip of the tea. All the stress that had been built up seemed to slip away.

"Well, your people's ancestors still roam the island, so close enough," Death commented, taking a sip of tea.

The Ancient One looked up, startled. "You changed things."

"Can you feel it? It's like the sound of a train fading in the distance."

She couldn't help but shudder, then took a sip of the tea, calming down. "What is it?"

"Death, and if you stood in a certain part of the galaxy, it would stand out even more. But it's now only a shadow of what could have been, not what will be."

The Ancient One frowned, realizing that even her future was now unknown. Her passing was now uncertain, although it would happen. She knew that from the half smile on the lips of the entity sitting across from her.

"I found divination a wooly subject. The Morrigan might reveal glimpses of your future, Ailidh, but it's of what could be. Nothing is certain."

"Except you."

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Death laughed. "And taxes, so I have been told. "

"I thought that it was forbidden for you to interfere."

"Well, it's more of professional courtesy; otherwise, we would be stepping on one another's toes. The Phoenix Force can be downright snippy if I mess around in her sandbox."

The Ancient One hesitated momentarily, then asked, "What happened?"

"You ended up here today because of an incident that could have been one more step towards death on an unimaginable scale, one that would have torn reality apart."

She then sat back, startled; the Time Stone stood floating in Death's hands.

"See, Ailidh, the Infinity Stones were never really supposed to be in mortal hands." Death explained.

"One stone is not a problem. However, if one were to collect all of them, and their power buffeted by another entity, they could be used together to snuff out all life in this galaxy. Because another entity already interfered, I simply fixed it, and trust me; you wouldn't believe the amount of paperwork the death of this universe would have caused."

Death then placed the stone in her hand.

"I can't say that I approve of all of your decisions; however, there are beings who reside between worlds that have no business in this realm. Continue to fight the good fight, Ailidh, and I won't feel the need to interfere."

Wade Winston Wilson, also known as Deadpool, frowned at the choices before him. There were so many delicious things to choose from but then suddenly found himself in an unknown bar.

"This isn't Starbucks."

Recognizing a familiar face sitting at a bar stool next to him, he said, "Oh hey, Harry, what’s up? Not that I don't mind seeing you, but I was hoping for some breakfast."

"We can do that."

"What will you have, hun?" A woman stood off to the side with a small yellow notebook in her hand.

"Awesome, Waffle House," Wade said gleefully. "I'll have an All-Star, raisin bread, scrambled with cheese and bacon. Oh, and my hashbrowns, scattered smother covered, extra crispy."

"Anything to drink."

"Sweet Tea, of course."

"Philistine," Harry murmured.

The waitress frowned and then turned towards Harry. "And you, sweetie?"

"Just coffee for me."

Harry gave her a smile as she walked away to shout out their orders.

"So, where are we?" Wade looked out the window, not recognizing the highway off in the distance.

"A little south of Richmond, Virginia"

"So, what's up? Congrats on the whole wedding thing, by the way."

"Thank mate. I'll be sure to send you an invitation."

Harry waited a moment as coffee was placed in front of him, "Oh, can I also have a pecan waffle and a side order of sausage as well? We will be having another person joining us."

"Sure thing."

"Whose joining us?" Deadpool asked.

"Her," Harry said, pointing to a woman sitting next to him who looked a lot like Morena Baccarin.

"Wade," the former death squealed.

"Hey, ahh, what do I call you now?" Deadpool asked, looking at the two entities.

"Scáthach."

"Really?" Harry said.

"What, I even have the spear." The former Death said proudly.

"That's cool." Deadpool grinned.

"I know, the three of us should crash that anime convention in Los Angeles. It would be a hoot."

Harry rubbed his forehead. "I ordered you a waffle."

"Pecan?"

"Of course."

Nodding happily at the warm buttery goodness in her future, the former Death said, "I still don't think I need a minder, boss."

"You want to tell that to Ereshkigal."

"Gods, no." Scáthach shuddered. "She has absolutely no sense of humor. I have no clue how you deal with her."

"Since Scáthach decided to ditch her friends, I need someone who will be able to keep up with her. So, I thought you wouldn't mind, Wade." Harry asked hopefully.

"You're setting me up with your sister?"

"More like an annoying cousin," Harry grumbled.

"You say the sweetest thing, boss," the former death snuggled up to the 'Boy Who Lived' who sighed and then wrapped an arm around her.

"Sure, sounds like fun," Deadpool grinned.