Hey everyone! This is my first story that I'm posting. If you're here from my old account then I hope you enjoy, if your here as your first time then I hope you enjoy also! Tell me what you think and let me know if I need to correct anything.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from x-men, this is simply my own story with some actual characters and some OC's! This is an M-fanfic! You know what to expect so don't read it if you don't want to hear any cursing, sexual content, lewd actions, immaturity, pervertiness, etc. you know what M means. MATURE! Please try to be mature! :)

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My butt took the most of the impact as I skidded across the floor. My body rolled backwards and I flipped down into a low crouch. I jerked my head back, whipping the hair out of my face.

"Is that really the best you've got?" I smirked

Wade gave me a smile that would make milk sour.

"Don't you toy with me, little girl!"

He lunged quickly, forcing me to jump up and twist around his blade. I delivered a hard punch to the center of his back and he stumbled forward. I pulled back, dancing around, preparing myself for the next attack. Wade turned around and rubbed his swords together, making a horrible clashing noise. He smiled again and stood up, circling around me.

I stood up and mirrored him, moving around with my eyes carefully watching him. He swords rested in hands at his side in a leisurely manure, just waiting for the chance to take another swing at me. He fainted to the outside and I tensed and jumped away but he just slid back into his circling, chuckling slightly at me.

"Ass-hole", I whispered.

He leaped at me, suddenly, catching me off guard, and nicked my shoulder with the tip of his blade.

"You dick-head!" I yelled at him. "You said no blood this round!"

He stood up and clutched his stomach and began laughing at me. I glared at him, picked up the nun- chuck closest to me and threw it at him. He leaned away, dodging it easily and doubled over and laughed harder.

"Hey sis, gotta be ready for everything, don't'cha?" He asked, still laughing at me.

I picked up up the other nun-chuck laying on the rack beside me and threw it at his head.

"Whoa!" He said as he ducked under it just as it was about to make contact with his head. I ran up to him and punched him in the face as he was standing up. I felt the satisfying crunch of his nose breaking when my fist collided. He bent over, this time in pain, and groaned real loud.

"Oh, you dirty little whore," he spat out.

It was my turn to laugh now. Wade wiped his nose off, smearing some blood across his face, and tilted his head back, pinching his nose at the same time. I laughed even harder and he turned his glower on me. I put my hands up in act like surrender and shrugged my shoulders.

"Hey, you gonna play dirty and I'm gonna fight back," I said.

He shook his head at me and sheathed his swords, all the while pinching his nose and trying to stop the blood from pouring out of his nose. I laughed one more time and then grabbed his arm.

"Come on, we have to take you to the infirmary, so the medic can look at your nose."

Wade groaned again and began to trudge after me.

"Why do I have to go there?! They hate me and all they ever do is pinch and prod with those weird tools they use," He complained.

"Wade, they don't hate you. You just-"

"Oh my gosh! Do you think that hot nurse is going to be there? Ooh, yeah! That's some fine specimen!" Wade interrupted me.

I rolled my eyes at him. He was so on cloud nine when it came to her, actually it was almost like he was obsessed. Sometimes he just feigned an injury if he knew she was in there and if she wasn't, then he would walk out like nothing had happened and he wasn't pretending like he had pulled his groin muscle. One time he actually got her to believe that he had done something to his groin. He told her that he was a little tight and he needed some soothing hands to release the tension. She figured out real fast what he really wanted soothed.

"Chicks dig blood, right? It's hot, kind of like scars, right? Yeah, yeah, that's what it is. Oh yeah, she'll like this," Wade mumbled to himself, bringing me out of my reverie.

"You're such an idiot," I said and gave him a light punch on the shoulder. He nudged me back and shrugged.

"Gotta do what you gotta do. Hey, is it still bleeding?" He leaned over to me and attempted to wipe his nose juices on me.

"Eww! You sick-o. And yes, it is." I said. "Why don't you focus more on getting that nose to stop bleeding rather than how nice Cecilia's body is."

A few minutes later we were walking into the medic. Today, there wasn't that many doctors or nurses walking around. I guess that was mainly because it was a Sunday and we typically tired to take the day off, well, sort of. If fighters were combating against each other, then we would have a few injuries and a handful of doctors would have to be called in. The worst was if we got called to an assignment... that blowed.

Wade stopped briefly and glanced around, his eyes searching for Cecilia. He quickly spotted her and took long enough to glance back at me and wiggle his eyebrows before he ran off to her bed. I rolled my yes and followed at a slower pace. The medic was an interesting place to me. The walls were white with pictures depicting heroes and battle scenes or random pictures of nature. They were mainly installed in there to create motivation and encouragement or a calming environment. Some beds were pushed along the wall with their blue bed curtains of privacy pulled back to expose there pristine sheets and fluffy looking pillows. Gurneys were lined up in the back, which was where everything got a little messier. Tall shelves, some with glass fronts and others with solid black wooden doors, were sitting along the back wall. The ones with glass fronts exposed bottles upon bottles of medicine of every kind the mind could think of or that the body would need. Hidden behind the black doors of the other ones were gauze and bandages and wraps and any other item that would not need to be refrigerated. Big medical chairs with wires and machines were sitting almost haphazardly around the middle section of the med-wing. One of my favorite things about our infirmary was that it didn't smell like a medical facility. It smelled like hard work, sweat, and also had a slight metallic smell.

"Ms. Wilson, how are you today?" Cecilia nodded her head at me as I walked up.

Cecilia was a tall blonde made entirely of legs. He golden hair had light honey colored highlights and fell in perfect ringlets a little ways past her shoulders. Her eyes were an eccentric blue that looked like they could pierce any mans soul if he did something wrong to her. Her skin was flawless, no blemishes, no sun scars, nothing. She was the definition of a goddess and envied by every girl that looked at her, myself included. She was perfect and every guy longed for her... Or for a part of her.

"I'm fine. How are you?" I asked.

"Busy busy busy. Your brothers here, though, said that you... Punched him in the face? Is this correct?" She flashed her brilliant smile at me, exposing perfectly white and straight teeth.

"Yeah I did. He drew blood during our sparing when he said that it would be a no blood round, so I punched him, in the face, while he was laughing at me." I smiled back, giving her a "what can I say face?"

"Well, I congratulate you-"

"What?!" Wade interrupted.

"I'm sure this big fellow needed a good punching." Cecilia smiled at me again.

"I agree," I said, nodding my head and smirking at Wade.

"I don't agree. She could have messed up my face!" Wade exclaimed.

I rolled my yes at him

"You're such a baby. Chicks don't dig babies, do they?" I looked at Cecilia for confirmation and she nodded her head.

"You like me, though, dontcha, Cecilia?" Wade tapped Cecilia's chin and she swatted his hand away.

"Get your butt out of here, Mr. Wilson," she smiled at him. "You don't need any more assistance, just make sure you clean yourself up for the 'ladies'."

"Wait, I think there's something wrong with my d-"

"NO! I don't wanna hear it. You can go massage yourself on your own time," Cecilia protested.

"Are you sure?" He waggled his eyebrows at her.

"Yes. Positive. Now get out of here," she smacked him on the shoulder and pushed him off the table.

"She you later, girl!" He gave her a good smack on the butt and ran away before she could get him.

"Give him another good punch for me, will ya?" Cecilia laughed with me.

I walked I've rot ads who was leaning casually up against the door. His eyes were trained on Cecilia's back (or backside).

I smacked him on the shoulder and said, "Come on lover boy... You have some cleaning up to do."

I pulled his arm and we began walking down the hallway towards our rooms. The corridors were about seven feet wide and went up to height of nine feet. (We had to accommodate for all the mutants and their height differences). The walls were a dark grey and the lights overhead shined so bright, sometimes they could be blinding. There weren't that many people in the hallway, jus a few passerby's every now and then. Like I said, it was Sunday.

"So how do you think I did?" Wade asked.

"Did on what?" I returned.

"Cecilia of course!"

"We'll, you didn't do anything good, if that's what you're asking. But, I think you might have accomplished the task of most annoying and badgering patient," I said with an overly perky voice and a sarcastic smile on my face.

Wade gave me a good punch on the arm and was about to say something when Victor Creed rounded the corner and bumped into Wade's shoulder, nearly toppling him over. I grabbed Wade's arm before he could completely fall but he jerked it out of my hand and rounded in Victor.

"What's your problem?" He questioned.

Victor shrugged his shoulder and said his monotone voice,

"I don't have a problem. Maybe you should just watch where you're going," Victor growled.

"Maybe you should go f-"

"Hey, calm down... Both of you! Jeez, I can practically feel the testosterone suffocating me," I said.

They both stood there staring at each other. I glanced at Victor. He stood tall and proud with his arms crossed; his muscle bulging, still visible even through all of his clothing. His long, black coat hung loosely around his legs, hanging open to show his black shirt and dark jeans. Black combat boots peaked out from under the bottom of his jeans. Piercing green eyes glared at Wade. His short, cropped brown hair stood up slightly like it always did and the hard set of his jaw said he was disgusted at the world. There was nothing unusual about him today, still the same old pain in the ass that everyone had to tolerate but not like.

Except for me.

Victor Creed had always pulled at the strings in my heart. There was always something about his cold, hard expression that was forever watching people; something about the way he always shut people out that made me want to get to know the real Victor Creed that hid behind his facade. The first time I met him was during combat. It was a warm up and he was new around. He appeared out of no where and took out the holo form person I was fighting. He had smiled at me, tipped his head slightly and said, "One for the young lady," and then bounded off in that cat like manner he always did. I had stood shocked for a second. At first I was disgusted. No guy, boy, man, or any other name a male could be called ad ever interfered with me while I was warming up, practicing, or training. Then I was flustered. In a sense, he had "ruffled my feathers" and had I detected some flirtiness? I never figured out. Now, he always seemed to evade me, but occasionally I would glance at him and catch him staring at me. Sometimes he would smile, sometimes he would look at away and not even acknowledge me.

Now was not one of those ignoring times. Before I could look away, he tuned his calculating, green eyes on me and held my gaze.

"I came here to tell y'all that there's a meeting in the conference room in ten," he said, still looking at me.

"Okay...," Wade mumbled.

We all just stood there, Victor looking at me, me looking at vVictor, and Wade back ancient back and forth between the two of us. His gaze was almost hypnotic, unwavering. His eyes pulled me in and held me, they wouldn't let me go. I struggled and began to fidget. Wade pushed Victor back and I dropped my eyes finally.

"Okay, you can leave now," he said, taking a protective stance in front of me.

Victor curled his lip up into an smile.

"Actually, I need to borrow Iris for a second." His tone was cold, like his eyes.

"Nope. Sorry. No can do," Wade announced.

"Calm down, pretty boy. Direct orders from Stryker. There's something wrong with the lights in the aircraft hangers," he sneered.

My abilities were what some people what call "lightning". I could hold light, manipulate it, control it, or anything else to do with light or power. Some time it was fun, like when I was bending lightning, I felt powerful and strong, plus, I looked real good. Other times it was a pain, like now. However, that wasn't my only one. I could also get into people's mind, manipulate, control... confuses you could say I had this thing for controlling people. I tired not to use the mind control too much, though. It just felt wrong sometimes. People deserved free will and if I took that away from them, then wouldn't I be taking away what I fight for sometimes?

Wade interrupted my thoughts.

"Well, why don't you get someone else to do it? John could? Like, you said, we have a meeting in ten." Wade was persistent and I just stood there, feeling wierd and out of the conversation, although it was about me.

Creed shrugged his shoulders and said' "Johns not adequate enough for something like this. He's too weak in that area. Although, it's fine by me if you leave, but Iris needs to come with me. Stryker's orders."

He emphasized the words and let them hang in the air so they could soak in. You don't disobey Styrker. He was like our commander in cheif, our leader, the person we reported to. What he said goes.

"Wade," I laid my hand on his arm. "It's okay. If Styker said for me to do something, then I will."

I tried to give him a reassuring look , but by the way Victor was smirking and how tense Wade was, I didn't think anything would reassure him except for me to come with him. Wade held for a couple more seconds then he finally relented and sighed.

"Fine." He turned and looked at me. "I'll see you in ten?"

He leaned down to whisper in my ear before left, "If he does anything to you, you let me know and I'll arrange something real special for him."

He stood up and glared once more at Victor before he stalked off, his back straight and his hands right by his side, clenched in tight fists.

"Alright Creed, lets go," I said, turning him.

He smiled once and then stalked off and I followed.

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