[Disclaimer] I do NOT own Marvel or Capcom! All of the credit goes to its creator(s)!
[Author's Note] I don't know about you guys, but I always thought that Laura and Chris looked pretty awesome together, so why not write a story about them, right? Uh, sorry if you don't like it; I'm also sorry about any typos and other writing errors. I hate that crap.
(Kitty's Got Claws)(Chapter One – The Confession)
For Chris Redfield, the Marvel vs. Capcom universe was always a battlefield. He took most everything very seriously, just like he did his actual job. When he first received the invitation to join in on this all-star battle to save the world, he felt kind of skeptical about the whole thing. The man simply felt like his job was just way too important to abandon and leave from, all just to fight and hang out with a bunch of random, super powered weirdoes. After a long debate with his mind, he decided that he would join in on this grand mêlée that was going on. He expected it to be pure chaos soon as he arrived at the stadium. His ride to get there was a helicopter. Chris looked over at the pilot before getting out of the thing.
The pilot patted Chris on the shoulder and told him, "Be careful, sir! Remember, this is a huge crisis! This is a battle to save the world from destruction! Everyone at headquarters really believes in you, and so do I, sir!"
Chris nodded his head as he said back to the man, "Thanks! And don't worry, I'll take care of this freak and destroy it! Even if everyone here doesn't take this thing seriously, I will! Nothing is going to get in my way!"
After all of the screaming and seriousness was over with, Chris climbed down the ladder and landed on the ground. The helicopter flew away, and then Chris began to run very quickly over towards the stadium. When he made it over to the front door, he put his back up against the side of the building, now loading up a pistol and getting ready for infiltration. He stood in front of the door, and then kicked it down, later pointing his pistol right in front of himself.
"FREEZE!" he shouted, noticing that nobody was there soon afterwards. He looked around with caution, and then slowly began to walk around the place, pointing his gun in various locations as he scouted the area. He didn't hear anything. It was so quiet. "It's too quiet in here," he whispered. "Too… quiet." The muscled man soon turned down a hallway, promptly spotting a door that was open. "Bingo." Chris slowly made his way over to the open door, later walking inside and pointing his pistol again. "Put your hands in the air!"
What did he see in this room? Deadpool and Dante, who were both sitting down on a chair, playing a game of chess. Right beside them was a half-eaten pepperoni and sausage pizza. Chris was shocked at what he was seeing. How could these… people be playing chess at a time like this? The man walked over to them and looked down at the two. Deadpool looked like he was in deep thought.
"Come on, dude, you gotta make a move sooner or later," said Dante with a smirk on his face.
"Shhhhhh! My yeast is rising," was the mercenary's response, now making his move on the board.
Before he finished his move, he then heard his white haired friend say to him, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, buddy."
Hearing Dante say that made Deadpool stop and look at him. "You know, you ALWAYS do stuff like this when we play this darn game! Gah! How it hurts my brain!" He then began to bang his head on the board.
"Yo, Dead, what are you doing?!" It was too late. Their intense game of chess was now ruined. Dante shook his head and sighed, later speaking very disappointingly, "You… are such an idiot."
Deadpool laughed as he retorted back, "That's not what your mom said to me last night, Dante. She said that I'm very, VERY good at chess. I beat her twice in a row, too!"
"Yeah, my mother is dead, so I don't think that was my mom you were playing with there."
"Um, excuse me," said a voice, which made both Dante and Deadpool look up. They saw Chris Redfield standing there looking very confused at the moment. None of them said anything to him, though. They just stared at him until he spoke again. "Uh, my name is Chris Redfield, and I'm here to help you people terminate this monster that is trying to obliterate the universe."
After looking at him for a few more seconds, they both turned their heads and looked at each other, later laughing as they both pointed at Chris. The muscled brunette couldn't feel any more disorganized than he did now. He slowly put his gun away as he waited for their laughter to silence, and after a while it did. "Don't tell me this whole thing is some kind of a sick joke," Chris uttered, sounding slightly angry.
The two men then stood up and looked at the man. "Hey, this whole thing is some kind of a sick joke," chuckled the assassin.
"As much as I hate to agree with this guy, he's kind of not lying," explained the demon killer.
"WHAT?"
Before Chris could get any angrier, Dante placed his hand on his shoulder, patting it a few times. "Dude, nobody must have told you what's going on here exactly. Yeah, there is some bozo who's trying to destroy the world and crap, but… he's just not doing it yet."
Hearing that made Chris lift an eyebrow, later asking him, "Come again?"
"Like I said, he's just not doing that yet."
"So… this monster has deep compassion?"
"Uh… sure," said both Dante and Deadpool at the same time.
Chris still couldn't believe any of this. He was taking this job so seriously, and in the end he pretty much just wasted his time, time that could have been used for something else important. "So let me get this straight… There is a monster that wants to kill everyone, but he is not feeling like he wants to do that yet. And since he doesn't want to do that yet, a bunch of heroes and villains just want to chill and have a good time here in some stadium place?"
The two friends then looked at each other again, and then looked back at Chris. "Yep, that's pretty much it," said Deadpool. "Now, if you two will excuse me, I have people to kill!" He then ran out of the room, laughing hysterically as he did so.
Dante walked over to the table and grabbed his box of pizza. "Yeah, that guy is an idiot. I know." He handed Chris a slice and started to walk out of the door. "Come on, let's chat for a while."
Feeling like he had no other choice, Chris decided to follow Dante down the hallway. "Hey, where are the others at? I heard a lot of people were supposed to be here."
Dante bit into his pizza, and then answered, "People come and go when they want. This is just the place to come back to when you want to fight or just kick back, you know? That is until the monster dude wants to get his butt kicked, of course."
Minutes later, they soon walked inside of the main room, and this room was huge. "When you want to fight? What do you mean by that?"
"Dang, did anybody tell you anything about this place?" asked the white haired man, smirking as he took another bite of his pizza. "This is freakin' Marvel vs. Capcom. The main thing we do here is fight. Look, you should think of it as… getting to know each other better by beating the living crap outta one another."
"I see…"
Dante finished his pizza, and then threw the empty box high in the air. Chris watched as the box flew in the air, and then smoothly landed into a garbage bin that was quite the distance away from them. "I'm about to go shower now. Someone might show up soon, so you shouldn't be lonely for too long. It's about time you got here, man. Now, the pugnacious shindig can really begin. Later." And with that, Dante walked away and turned down a corridor, leaving Chris still feeling rather mystified about this whole thing.
"I can't believe this," whispered the man as he began to walk over towards a nearby sofa. He sat down and closed his eyes, trying to rest his brain up because of all of the crap he just heard. He wasn't planning on falling to sleep, but he did anyway. Once his short nap was over with, he slowly began to open up his eyes. When his eyes focused, he noticed somebody was looking down at him. It was a woman, a very beautiful woman. For some reason, his first reaction was to pull out a gun, but she reacted just as quickly by placing her deadly claws right underneath his chin.
Soon enough, the tension between them died down. "That thing can't kill me," she soon spoke to him.
"Who the heck are you?" he asked her, his heart beat increasing in speed.
"Who the heck are YOU?" she asked him back, sounding furious.
"I asked you first, lady." Chris then felt her claws touch his skin, the tips of the sharp metal slightly poking through him. "Lady, calm down. It's just a question for Pete's sake." He tried not to flinch from the minor pain he was feeling right now.
"Who are you? And you better answer me this time," Laura said to him with a low, intimidating tone of voice.
"I'm Chris Redfield, alright? Just get the knives away from me!"
After staring at him for a few more seconds, she then put her claws away and backed up a little, not taking her eyes off of him. Chris put his hand up against his neck to check for any blood, and he quickly discovered that he was in fact bleeding, but it wasn't very much. The slightly injured man then stood up on his feet, now giving the woman a disturbed look.
"Please tell me that is not how you introduce yourself to people," spoke Chris, still rubbing his neck.
"Maybe it is, maybe it's not," replied Laura, still sounding choleric.
"You know, you still didn't tell me who you are."
"…"
"Well, aren't you going to introduce yourself now?"
"My name is Laura Kinney, but you can call me X-23," she told him as she folded her arms.
"As interesting as X-23 sounds, I think I'll just call you Laura. It sounds easier to pronounce and takes much less effort," he stated back to her, trying to force a smile on his face.
Laura's eyes wondered down, but then quickly went back up to meet his eyes. Chris noticed that, but tried not to think that much of it. The black haired woman then suddenly began to walk away from the armed man as she said, "Well, it was nice meeting you, I guess. Sorry about almost killing you."
Chris didn't say a word as he watched her walk away from him. He instantly found himself begin to check her out, but then tried to immediately purify his thoughts as he turned his head. "She sure was an interesting character," he whispered to himself, now rubbing his neck again. "Man, why does it hurt so darn bad?"
After about an hour later, Chris finally got to meet everybody in the stadium. He got along with most of the people he met, but he absolutely hated the fact that Albert Wesker was here. Not only that, but the possessed Jill was here, too. Even though he hated some things about this place and still felt kind of jumbled about everything, he believed that he'd get used to this place, or might even like it here. And after months and months of being here, he found himself very used to everybody and everything.
Just recently they fought Galactus for the first time, but since an ultimate version of their videogame came out, they had to do it all over again at some time. But in the meantime, everyone just hung out and fought each other in friendly fighting matches. Chris's main pals that he would always talk to was Dante, Deadpool, Iron Man, Captain America, Frank West, Wolverine, Ryu, and also Strider. He did talk to the girls, too, but he didn't overdo it because he didn't want to seem like he was trying to hit on them or anything. There was one girl that he did always talk to, though, and that girl was X-23. They may have had a rather punitive first encounter, but he found himself very interested in her overtime.
She was just so beautiful, and not only that, but she seemed really smart and focused, as well. The way she fought also really impressed Chris. He never saw anything like her. During his time staying here at the Marvel vs. Capcom stadium, he really tried his best to get to know her better. He felt like he wanted, no, NEEDED to get to know this amazing, deadly woman. At first, Laura would always shove him away, acting as though she didn't want to waste not even a single second of her life talking to him. Her doing that really discouraged him a lot, but Chris did not want to just give up so quickly, so easily. After all his attempts of trying to get along with her, she seemed to of gotten used to him. She realized that he was obviously interested in her in some kind of way, and deep down, she was pretty interested in him, too.
It didn't take that long at all for them to feel like close friends. They were grown adults, and as such, it did not take long for them to realize that they had romantic like feelings toward one another. Of course, none of them simply came out with it, but the flirting they'd do from time to time pretty much already said everything. Everybody in the stadium instantly caught onto them. They knew the two had a thing for each other. Giving the fact that Chris was a really good friend of Wolverine… the beast like man didn't seem to mind too much. After almost a year, Chris felt like it was finally time to ask Laura out on a date. By the way things were going between them, he felt like he could almost guarantee that she wouldn't mind dating him. He didn't want to feel overconfident about this, though.
It was now the 11th day of November and at the moment an intense battle was going on. It was Strider, Vergil and X-23 vs. Iron Man, Hulk and Thor. While the fight was going on, Chris was watching along with Deadpool and Dante.
"Who do you think is going to win this, DP?" asked Dante.
Deadpool rubbed his chin before replying back loudly, "Well, I would say Tony's team, but Hulk is really stinkin' up the place! I mean, just look at that poor defense of his!"
"Good point, man. He does seem a bit off today," agreed the man with snow white hair, laughing a little afterwards. Dante then turned his head and looked over at Chris. "Who do you place your bets on, Chris?" Dante straightaway noticed that Chris looked like he was lost in deep thought. "Hey, I'm talkin' to you, man."
"Huh?" Chris said, turning his head and looking at Dante.
The demon hunter chuckled and shook his head from side-to-side. "Dude, I asked you who do you place your bets on here."
"Oh, uh… I don't know. It could be anyone's game. I'm hoping Laura wins, though."
"Of course you do," spoke both Dante and Deadpool.
Chris then started to look at the both of them. "Hey, what was that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, come on, thick neck! We know you like Laura!" Deadpool told him, later slapping him in the back of his head.
The muscled man began to rub the back of his head as he voiced back to them, "Okay then, but there was no reason to hit me like that."
Dante folded his arms and said, "Not bad taste, Chris. She is pretty hot."
"No… she is the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen," uttered the agent, sounding very amazed as he watched Laura beat the crap out of Thor.
"Hey, she's beating the crap out of Thor! See what I did there, reader? Don't act like you don't know! You know what I did! You have to know! You just have to know!"
Dante smirked. "Yep, that chick definitely has the Triple B, you know?"
"Bacon, bubblegum and Mega Man Battle Network 3?" asked the masked mercenary.
"No," said Dante. "She has brains, beauty and booty. What's there not to like?"
"I think I'm in love with her, guys."
Deadpool and Dante then looked at Chris, not saying anything as they stared at him. Deadpool soon stated to him, "You DO know about her serious criminal background, right? Not that it's anything compared to mine, that is."
"Yeah, I know. Laura told me about all of that. But I don't care… Besides, none of that was really her fault. She's just misunderstood. You know what? That settles it. After this battle is done and over, I'm going to ask her out… I just feel like I have to."
"Well, now is your chance, Steroid Joe, because the battle has just ended!" Deadpool told him as he pointed his finger at the fighters. "Take care!" He then ran away.
Dante patted Chris on the shoulder as he started to walk away from the man. "Good luck, dude. Don't let a crazy babe like her get away."
In the end, Strider's team won. X-23 promptly noticed Chris looking at her when the match was over, so she decided to walk over to him. Soon enough, she was now standing in front of him. The woman put her blood stained claws away, and then asked the armed captain, "So… how did I do?"
"You did great, Laura. You always do. Look, Laura, I have something very important to ask you."
"What is it?"
"Would you… would you like to-"
"Go out with you? Why yes, I would love that, Chris." The way she cut him off, the way she sounded, the way she smiled at him, all of it just drove him crazy inside.
"Y-you would?" he asked, looking somewhat surprised.
"Yes, I would."
"Oh… wow! That's great! Uh, would seven o'clock be alright?"
"That would be just perfect," said Laura, kissing him on the cheek and winking at him before walking away from him.
Chris couldn't believe it. She actually didn't mind. In fact, it seemed like she saw it coming a mile away! "Wow… that went smoothly," he whispered with a smile on his face.
End of chapter!
I'm not sure how long this story is going to be exactly, but I know I don't want it to be too long. Anyway, I hope you like it so far. If you don't and you hate it… then that's great.