So this is my new Rogue and Deadpool fic.

Because it's based in X-Men Evolution and Deadpool's not actually in it I figure I can take some creative license with his character, so if he isn't in canon or anything that's because in this series, he didn't even exist.

I love the Rogue/Deadpool pairing but it doesn't happen enough so I'm making my own. If you don't like the pairing, don't read.

Love reviews and constructive critisism, but there's no need for flames.

Thanks and enjoy!

Things had been different since Apocalypse. Nobody said anything to her of course. But she knew the truth. She had changed. She was the reason he had escaped, her and her damned uncontrollable powers. There had been so much destruction because of her and people didn't look at her the same anymore. Or maybe she just couldn't look at herself the same anymore. Kitty was the only one who remained the same, chatting on and on about anything and everything that entered her mind and it made Rogue feel better. Kurt said he'd forgiven her after she pushed their mother off of the cliff and he'd turned his back on her along with Rogue as they'd left the pyramid after the final battle, but he didn't act the same towards her. She thought that maybe now he'd seen what she was capable of he just didn't want to be quite so near to her. It wasn't her powers that Kurt was afraid of, it was just her.

Hostility towards mutants hadn't calmed any either which made school pretty much unbearable. At least hostility between the Brotherhood and the X-men had calmed somewhat since they'd worked together to beat Apocalypse. It was nice, given how she cared about both teams (not that she'd ever admit it to any of them, of course) and it meant she didn't have to fight against her old teammates as often. That wasn't to say they had suddenly become the good guys overnight though.

With a sigh, Rogue looked up towards the sky. The breeze combed its fingers through her hair and brushed across her makeup free cheeks. She never felt the need to coat her face in her gothic façade on these walks. She'd gotten used to taking these night time strolls. She found the darkness peaceful and there was no chance of hostile glares or worse from any of the locals that knew she was a mutant. Tonight was no different, the streets were empty as she continued on her walk.

'It's really quiet' Rogue thought, before slowing and coming to a complete stop. 'Actually, it's silent' she suddenly realised.

Sure, these walks were normally quiet, but there was always the noise of cars passing by, or people on other streets. Right now there was absolutely nothing. Chills passed up her spine and she started walking, trying to maintain her pace from before. Rogue was a talented fighter in hand-to-hand combat, more so than most of the other residents of the mansion, excluding maybe Logan and X-23…or Laura as she was now called. With her fighting abilities combined with her mutant powers she was more than able to handle herself, but something was giving her chills.

A figure dressed in full black gear suddenly stepped out of the shadows in front of her, quickly followed by three others. She turned on her heel, hoping to have a quick getaway but found another five figures moving in behind her. 'Oh god, what the hell is going on?' How had she not heard these people, but then as they came closer she realised they made virtually no noise as they moved towards her 'Like ghosts' she thought suddenly.

She was surrounded, nine against one. She may have been a skilled fighter but there was no way she would be able to take out nine fully grown men that appeared to be armed with various blunt weapons.

She quickly evaluated her situation as they spread out to block the width of the road. The fact that they were armed with blunt weapons would normally have suggested civilians but these people seemed too organised and far too well trained for that. The only other option was that they were there to take her. They didn't have guns because they were lethal, which meant that they wanted her alive. They also viewed her as a threat if the number and size of the men were to be taken into account.

She would have to try to escape. Logan's strategy training in the Danger Room kicked in and she lowered herself into a defensive pose, deciding to attack the largest man to her left. There were only four men in his direction on the road and they wouldn't expect her to go for the biggest man.

She lunged, aiming low as if going in for the attack, before springing up at the last second, whipping off her glove mid-movement to brush her hand across his cheek, using his shoulder as a boost point to hurl herself in a somersault over his head. He collapsed instantly and her head span, a loud voice screaming at her, pounding against the side of her skull. She ignored it for now though and took off sprinting down the street, the men hurtling behind her.

She ran until her sides were aching. 'Why did I walk so far from the manor?!' Her breath was coming in gasps but the men were still following her and gaining. She needed to stop. They were too close and she was too tired, she wouldn't make it to the manor if she kept running and she'd be too exhausted to even consider defending herself. Rather than simply stopping though she skidded to a halt before swinging her steel-toe booted foot around to connect with the man that had been closest to her, knocking him off to the floor to the side.

One of his companions launched himself at her landing a punch to her side, but she had seen it coming at the last second and moved with it causing it to only glance off of her. She fell backwards but used her hands to catch herself, her arms bending before bouncing herself back up to land a vicious blow to the man's head. Another had come up behind her though and grabbed her arms, and the man she had punched stood up in front of her and landed a vicious punch to her stomach, causing her to double over, winded. She felt another blow to her stomach, before another one to the side of her face. She would have fallen to the side if not for the man holding her up. As it was she slumped towards the floor, supported only by the bruising grip on her upper arms. She gasped, catching her breath, but her attacker had noticed and hammered his fist into her stomach again.

Her head was spinning and she realised that they were going to take her. There were seven of them still standing if the man she had hit in the temple with her boot was still down and she reckoned he would be. Still seven men against one beaten and restrained girl were ridiculous odds.

Then suddenly there was a grunting noise from behind her and she wasn't restrained anymore. Not one to miss an opportunity her hand shot up to the man in front of her, grabbing his face with her already uncovered hand and he dropped like a rock.

She spun quickly, ready for another attack and saw the man who had restrained her, along with two others, lying on the floor in a pool of their own blood. Horror filled her at the sight but she was still in danger and she pushed down her nausea. Looking up she saw a man dressed in the strangest red and black outfit, complete with matching mask, swinging swords at an impossibly fast rate but to her shock he was aiming for her attackers, seemingly not interested in her. A quick headcount showed six men down, three still standing. Whipping her second glove off Rogue ran to dropkick the closest man, landing in a press-up style position before spinning around, taking the legs out from one of the others. She pressed a hand against each of their faces to knock them out and pressed a hand against her temple, taking two seconds to push down the psyches screaming inside her head.

When she stood the masked man had just pulled his sword out from the last man, having apparently sliced the head off of the man she had kicked in the temple earlier, while she was still occupied. She took one look at the blood dripping from his swords, the mutilated bodies on the gore covered ground, and the slowly rolling decapitated head and promptly threw up.