(Yes! You did see it in the summery. This is a fic that has both some Romy and Roguepool, so just bear with me, I'm a hardcore Romy fan I'm just really loving the dynamic between the two in Uncanny Avengers and I wanted to explore it a bit. This fic would take place just after Pymtron and Zombie Hulk though the conclusion to that is not out at the time I wrote this. I involved Emma even though she seemed to be MIA for a while just because I always liked the dynamic between her and Rogue in the comics. This would of course be a little AU. I am planning to update this fic at least once a week, more if I have the time to devote to writing. I have to go over the timelines of my other fics so I can update them because I don't want to give up on them. But I really hope that you enjoy this one. Rated M for content as you will soon see and yes, I did change my name.)

Chapter 1

Her back slammed back against the wall with such force it would have shattered the spine of any normal woman but it wasn't pain that darkened her emerald eyes and dilated her pupils but pure lust. Her fair skin flushed with her desire, starting in her cheeks and spreading down her chest; a blush that could be seen where her uniform had been shredded by their earlier activity. His body crashed against hers before she could push off from the wall, pinning her against the hard surface and she was once again aware of his hard, muscular form. Their earlier exertion had sped up her heart rate and caused her breath to out in pants but that wasn't what kept her chest heaving against his now. Bringing her hands up, she attempted to push him away but he kept his chest flush against hers and her arms were all but useless. Her fingers clawed restlessly at the wall behind her as she stared futily into his dark eyes through the disheveled platinum locks that had fallen into her face during the struggle. Green eyes, bored into his, commanding him, daring him to go on but for once, he wasn't about to let her call the shots and he was going to be to one controlling the situation. Bringing one knee up, he wedged her thighs apart as he slid a hand down to her core and stroked her through her uniform. Stars flashed before her eyes; driving her already growing arousal up tenfold; the ache that had been growing between her legs had gone from simmer to a rapid boil and she cried out in response. Strong digits pushed against her harder, stroking faster, driving her higher and higher towards plains of ecstasy. Her own delicate-looking fingers dug into the brick wall behind her with a strength unparalleled by few beings and the brickface crumbled into red dust. Unashamed of reveling in the pleasure coursing through her, moans and soft cries escaped the throat of the woman once known only as Rogue. As she writhed against the wall, driven to a lusty-haze by incredibly skilled fingers, somewhere in the part of her brain still capable of coherent thought, she wondered how she had let any of this happen and how she could just ignore her responsibilities. There was the mission to think of, they were on a tight schedule and the very future of their world was literally resting on their shoulders. Then there was the fact that she was part of the Avengers leadership and he was technically her subordinate. Then again, technically, they had been fired by Captain America himself so the fact that anyone in the Squad followed her orders was merely out of some odd sense of loyalty.

The plain truth of the matter was, she didn't want to stop; she was a little tired of having the weight of the world on her shoulders and having to watch her behavior of every second of every day. And he understood. And from the feeling of his own arousal pressing against her thigh told her that he felt the same. Her inner muscles clenched involuntarily at the though of him entering her and she knew that if he didn't take her, she would burst. It was then that she felt the blade he pulled from seemingly nowhere and created a slit in the crotch of her uniform, eliciting a gasp from her lips. His hand ripped her panties out of the way before his fingers plunged into her slick depths. Two at once and then a third, not bothering to be gentle, knowing that she didn't want gentleness, she didn't want him to be tender with her and he would be happy to comply. His fingers did not just pump in and out of her, they twisted and teased her as his thumb continued to stroke her sensitive flesh. Lids fluttered closed; she was getting closer to her release; she could feel it building and she was waiting to feel her body head down that road she back off from even if she wanted to. It was then that she felt his ministrations change; his touch became feather-light and almost non-existent before stroking her roughly again. A desperate whimper left her as she shifted her hips against her hand, unashamed of what she wanted and he pressed his hard bulge into her thigh in response.

"You want it, snow-streak?" he growled into her ear, his breath sending a wonderful shiver through her.

"Yes," it came out in a whimper. She was so tired of taking charge and carrying the load it was nice to let someone else take command, even in this bizarre situation.

"Ask for it."

"Please?" It was once again, a small whimper but she wrapped a leg around his waist and tilted her hips against him. He pulled her other leg around him and bucked against her. One arm went around her waist while the other slipped between them to tease her again and she rocked her hips against him, desperately.

"Ask for it!" He pressed his forehead to hers and her eyes flew open to meet his chocolate gaze once more. "And say my name."

Her desire was almost painful now she was gasping now. "Please, Wade!"

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TWO WEEKS EARLIER:

"We have to find someplace else ta meet," she floated about six feet off the rubble that littered the burnt-out shell that once was their home. Anna Marie Raven, the Avenger and X-Man known as Rogue was stretched out, her fingers laced behind her head as though she were lying on the air and stared up at the sky where the roof had been.

"I'm working on it," Deadpool spoke up from where he lounged on his battered desk. "As soon as I sell this little gem at a loss."

"Just knock it down and be down with it," came the cultured voice, dripping with disdain. Emma Frost gazed about in disgust at the structure from where she sat in what was left of one of their office chairs. "It wasn't as if it was a palace before Ultron came calling. You might as well move into the pens at a stockyard."

"Ah kinda liked it," Rogue protested. "It had a history to it, never came across any of those ghosts Jericho talked about but it was kinda fun living in a place like this. Was starting ta feel like home."

"You ever get a feeling those ghosts were watching you in the shower?"

The gaze of both women slid over to the merc and Rogue answered: "No."

"Oh, yeah, me either."

"And that speakeasy was pretty fun," Rogue continued.

"Back to your proposal," Emma turned her attention back to Rogue as she sipped at a glass of Chambertin 76 that had been rescued from the rubble. "It's intriguing, if you can get there and back again in one piece."

"I can send everyone through," Doc Voodoo spoke up from his place, leaning against one of the supporting beams that had withstood the attack. "And I'm relatively sure that I could bring everyone back in one piece."

"Relatively sure?" Emma's delicate brows rose slightly. "Well I'm sold."

"Nothing's certain, Em," Rogue crossed her ankles and remained floating in the air. "Another reason for the small team. That and the fewer people that know about this the better our chances for succeeding. We're running out of time, what with the Inhumans setting everyone against each other, everything happening with Banner and Barton… Red Skull is being left ta his own devices and now that Rogers has disbanded the Squad, fired me and Wade there ain't anyone officially going after him. We need ta do something and we need ta do it now."

"Or then," Wade said, nodding his head. "If you want to look at it that way."

"Speaking of then," Emma crossed her long legs and steepled her fingers below her chin, her elbows propped up on the arms of the chair. "You're certain about the time. It would be the best opportunity? I didn't pay much attention to what was happening on the homestead during that time."

"It's the best time Ah can think of, almost nothing happening for a few weeks, it always stuck out in my mind actually. It was actually almost peaceful that year from Thanksgiving through the wedding. It was after the wedding when everything hit the fan."

"A sign that it shouldn't have happened."

"Meee-OW!" Wade responded and it earned him daggers from Emma.

"Three other telepaths in the house and Logan…" Rogue had to pause, it still tore at her heart that he was gone and she took a deep breath before she continued. "And Logan was already gone. Sabretooth would be the only obstacle but he was in his cell most of the time, easily avoided. Now for myself, could you take care of, well, me?"

"Your shields are impressive, more complex than Xavier's other students but its nothing that I can't handle. But this isn't just a matter of sneaking in and out of the mansion, we're talking about altering time."

"Great Scott!"

"Wade."

"We were all thinking it."

"And what about you?" Emma kept her focus on Rogue. "You are certain that you will be able to keep your shields up for however long this takes? You'll be in that house with four telepaths."

"Ah can handle them."

"And Remy?"

Rogue stiffened but stayed staring up at the sky. "Ah'm sure Ah don't know what you mean."

"You aren't the same woman you used to be, Anna. You don't think they'll notice? That he'll notice? You're not that tentative, insecure girl anymore. You're different, even in the way you carry yourself; you've been through hell and back since then. You've been a team leader, you've been an Avenger for the past few years and a very public division at that. Not to mention being part of the Avenger's leadership. Can you go back to being a little lamb?"

"Ah was never a little lamb, Em," Rogue finally turned her head to face the blond telepath. "Ah can do this. After what that maniac did ta Charles… Ah need ta do this. We need to give him a way to fight back."

"And coming face to face with him again?"

Rogue kept her gaze on the former White Queen as she sat up, sitting cross-legged in the air. "What are you getting at now?"

"We all know how Charles' death affected you. It took a long time for you to get through that, you came face to face with what Red Skull had done to him and you were the only one to have any contact with that little bit of him that was left behind. Do you fully appreciate just what you'll be walking into?"

"You think Ah can't do this?"

"I have never seen you fail at anything, Anna. I know you can do this, I just want to make sure that you're prepared." Emma's voice was matter of fact; she wasn't praising or coddling the Southerner; she was just speaking the truth. If there was anyone that could pull something like this off, it would be Rogue but she wanted to be sure all the difficulties and obstacles were clearly laid out before them.

Rogue held her gaze for a clock tick that seemed to last far longer, neither speaking and the two men witnessing the scene didn't dare make a noise. Finally Rogue nodded and gave Emma a wry smile. "Ah appreciate that."

"That was beautiful, ladies," Wade gushed suddenly. "Would a kiss be too much to hope for? A hug? A little hair stroking?"

"Wade!"

It took less than an hour to make all the preparations and the four participants were assembled in what was left of the old speakeasy beneath the theater. There would be no turning back now and Rogue wasn't about to deny the butterflies in her belly but they were in no way a deterrent. She had been practically raised to be a soldier; she had been dealing with life and death missions most of her adult life; she was doing what had to be done. Squaring her shoulders, she watched Jericho work his, well, voodoo and a glowing doorway bled into the thin air before them. She had already spoken to Janet and Pietro about holding down the fort but she didn't specify just what they were about to do. The fewer people who knew what they were doing, the better. Cable was aware of what they were doing but he had a defense against the Red Skull's stolen powers. She needed someone to carry on their mission in the even they didn't return. The four travelers stepped through the portal; stoically silent save for Deadpool and his rendition of Huey Lewis and the News' Back in Time.

(A/N: Please review! P.S I'm not sure if Voodoo could do something like this but eh, lol.)