"Hey Skunk, look at this," The man covered head to toe in red and black started moon walking across the catwalk.
'Skunk' who was dressed in all tight green started laughing. Sometimes people said they looked like Christmas together all the red and green but you soon learned they weren't anything like Christmas.
"Ah thought this was important?" She asked pulling her mask up to show her mouth. Red stopped and made his way toward her.
"Yeah well, this is about as important as that pimple on my ass, dearie. We got hired by some tight wads to take out some blue collar schmucks. How important can that be?"
She laughed, "Can we get pancakes afterwards?" Her tone was serious. Pancakes were their thing after a job because he couldn't get drunk and she tended to kill random people when she was drunk.
"Yeah, pancakes, pancakes, pancakes, pancakes," he whispered back. It seemed like they weren't paying attention to the scene below them but they had learned years ago to multitask.
Below them while they were talking and screwing around, a man of average height and a little over weight was unloading a truck full of guns and ammunition. They watched for a while making sure it was the right guy because there was one time they hadn't checked and hey it was mistake… Okay chill, wasn't like it was done on purpose.
'Skunk' went first jumping off the catwalk down onto the truck without a sound, her body spread like a cat. Her weight resting on her hands and the tips of her toes; almost like doing a push up. She was glad her inner core muscles were strong, especially from all the training she had to do to be mission ready. Then Red jumped and stumbled just a little; landed on one hip. He'd make a comment later, right now was all business.
She looked over the edge of the truck, the guy was gone, 'What the hell?' She held up a hand to signal something was up. He moved up beside her to look down.
"Aww fuck. This is what we get for taking a job in Westchester County. I hate New York, 'Member that spidey guy; ruined my life, son of a bitch."
She jumped off the truck looking around, "Of course Ah remember. He kept hitting on me, although he was kinda cute with the mask on."
"You, my Roguie, have a fetish. I blame myself for being so damn sexy, bad Deadpool bad." Rogue laughed and acted as if she hadn't heard a gruff voice at the other end of the warehouse.
She hand signaled at Deadpool to move. "Yeah, you're sooo to blame for me loving men in tight spandex, it's not the fact that I'm into bondage."
Deadpool choked which caused her to laugh, "Roguie, you overshare sometimes." His hand went for his gun holster.
Rogue jumped straight up, used her stored powers, and grabbed the underside of the catwalk to get a better view. She dropped a hand to use her fingers to signal that there were five people no weapons.
~Doobee doo, Pancakes, doobee doo~ Red hummed to himself. A little 'Strangers in the Night' and Pancakes on the brain.
Behind crates, the frustrated brown haired Cyclops stood, trying in vain to get his team reorganized. They no longer wore the navy blue and yellow of the old uniforms Xavier had first designed for the team way back when Magneto was still on the same side. The Wolverine put up a huge fit after he wore his first costume, which was mostly yellow with a mask that looked like a bat head… He growled that Batman needed his costume back and that he wanted a new one. Wearing yellow like that he argued was like, 'puttin' up a fuckin' sign that said, 'come look at the freak'. So, it was agreed that the Wolverine could wear black and no mask. Said he could fit in better at night that way. Well then, the pansy-ass One Eye complained and said that Wolverine shouldn't get special treatment. So, to save his sanity and the peace in the halls of the mansion, Xavier overhauled each member's suit.
Cyclops had been informed by Professor Xavier that there was going to be a possible murder tonight. So, he had gathered the smallest team he could but somehow still ended up with more than necessary. Jean Gray, Wolverine, Storm, Nightcrawler, and him to save one man, when all he needed was Nightcrawler.
When he had been talking to Kurt aka Nightcrawler, Wolverine had overheard and then said he was coming. Wolverine told Storm to cancel his class; she had asked why and decided to come. Jean had read Scott's aka Cyclops' mind and was on the jet starting the start up checklist when they got there. Sometimes he hated his job.
Now they were arguing about whether they should go after the mercenaries or not. What they didn't know was that these mercenaries didn't quit 'til they finished the job. They had decided on leaving with the man because that was the main objective of the mission, when something green landed behind Cyclops knocking him out. Then Nightcrawler hit the ground, Wolverine growled and released his claws. Storm rose only to be knocked down like a cat taking out a bird by Red and then he joined up with Skunk.
The only ones left standing were Wolverine and Jean Gray. Red looked at Green, who shrugged, "Doesn't matter to me, they both look easy. Which one do you want?"
"I'll go with red there, you know I love red. Let's go Chica." The red one pulled out both swords and moved toward Jean.
"Guess I'm stuck with Mr. Growlie pants, oh joy."
~Awe why is this taking so long… In and out… I want pancakes~
She was distracting Growlie Pants; Deadpool was supposed to take the woman out and then go after the man hidden in between two crates.
She heard him laughing and saying, 'oops guess I don't know my own strength.' Then she heard the sickly sound of blade cutting through her soft skin and knew that the job was almost done.
She pulled off one glove and avoided the knives on Growlie Boy's hands by using her uber-strength to put him in a head lock to touch the skin on his face. She gasped as his memories rushed in, fuck she hated this part. The powers were cool but not the demons that some people carried.
And this man had them, boy did he, 'he needs a freaking therapist.' The man dropped to the floor with a thump. All healed she watched as Wade walked up to her after killing the man hidden behind the crates.
"Pancakes and sausage Wade and Ah mean it. None of that tofu shit you try to feed me when Ah'm not looking."
"Okay, okay I get it. Damn, why are you so violent all the time? Does someone need to get laid, poor baby." They were walking out of the warehouse like they hadn't just fought and killed a man.
"If you ever want to get laid again, you'd best shut your mouth. Hey that guy back there, the one who looked like a wolf on steroids worked with Stark," she said it like it was just boring information.
"No shit. Tony likes playing with the weirdoes, don't he? Huh? Maybe we should go talk to him about the company he keeps?"
"Please. Like you're any better. Don't you remember that blond headed guy, what was his name?" She starting tapping her chin, "Oh yeah, Thor and then there was Spiderman, that was fun. The people you hang out with."
"Yeah well, I hang out with you and you came from the S.H.I.E.L.D. too." They got into a black Impala.
"So you love me and couldn't live without my witty banter." She started playing with the radio looking for a classic rock station.
"Yes I could. Like you could live without me watching your back? Do you remember Hulk?" He saw her shiver out of the corner of his eye.
"Why must you bring that up? And anyway, really didn't need you until I went bat-shit crazy over a dropped pop tart."
~Yay, Pancakes~
He woke up with a bright light in his face which caused him to jump off the table with his claws out. "Logan, calm down. You are in the med lab. You've been out for a week."
"A week? What the hell happened?" He sat back down on the table and knew Hank would want to analyze every inch of his body though they both knew he was fully recovered.
"Yes, no one is quite sure what happened to you. Do you remember anything?" Hank felt through his hair to his scalp for bumps or scratches, he knew there would be none but he was a doctor and had to make sure.
"Yeah it's a little fuzzy but I remember she was completely covered in green. There was some black but it was mostly green. She used her hands to fight me and she was fast not Quicksilver fast but fast. She pulled one of her gloves and had me in a headlock before she touched my face. I couldn't fight back with my claws somehow and then I felt heavy and weak. The last thing I heard was her say something about pancakes and sausage. I think she said the other one's name." He thought for a little bit, "Wade. His name is Wade."
He talked to Charles about what he remembered. The Professor had said he would work on it and find out who those people were.
What he didn't know was that the next morning they would be standing in the Blackbird hanger talking to Warren…