Author's Note: Hello everyone! I started on this a while back and I've gotten a lot done. Anyways, just thought I'd go ahead and let you know there is going to be quite a few cameos from other Marvel superheroes in this other than just the ones in the movies. For starters, Deadpool AKA Wade Wilson is going to be a regular. Why? Uh... well, Deadpool is amazing, funny, and probably the best "superhero" out there. Plus, he'll just fit in so well. Anyways, here's my new story. Enjoy.
The more and more she tried to get away, the faster and faster it went. Two headlights sped closer and closer behind her. She knew why they were after her and she got caught. They had been on her for quite some time evading them in crowded streets, alleyways, and buildings. They wouldn't take a shot at her, too risky.
People jumped out of the way as the car tried to run her over. They tried to side-swipe her, but she jumped onto the hood of the car and rolled across it with ease, landing on the other side firmly on her feet.
She took off running the way she had come giving her enough time to slip away while they turned around. She tucked into a crowd of people and followed them around. The car drove by in a dash leaving her behind. She slipped back out of the crowd turning around and walking the opposite way once more.
She tried to hurry away as casually as possible. She turned the corner at the nearest building and ran down it.
She jumped up and grabbed a fire escape on the side of the building pulling it to the ground. She climbed it quickly pulling the fire escape up with her. She climbed the steps quickly. The people who were after her went by the allway and spotted her.
They jumped out of their cars and ran down the allyway pulling guns out of their blazers.
Hitmen.
They were getting desperate. Even so she expected a little more from them than that.
They ran up the fire escape after her. She waited at the top with her own gun drawn and trained it on the top of the fire escape. She prayed they were stupid enough to run up without checking.
To her frustration, they were smart. One slowly poked their heads over the edge and she had to make a shot. She missed the target and took off running towards them. They threw their hands over the edge for blind fire.
She stopped turning around again and ran as hard as she could.
She leapt off the side of the building putting some sort of attachment on the barrel that had a grappling hook. She shot it towards the building across her. It hook onto the side and pulled tight about half way down.
"Shit!" The gun was supposed to take her all the way to the bottom safely, but it jammed on her. The momentum flung her through a window. Glass shattered in all directions. She fell forward landing on her stomach. Shards of glass stabbed her all over, but a worse pain shot through her lower stomach. She pushed herself up on her hands and knees and looked down to her stomach. Fresh blood trickled down a large piece of glass that had somehow lodged itself in her lower abdomen. She pulled it out slowly.
Red stained the glass. It was about three inches deep and it ended in a point.
"A-A-Are you - you…" She looked up and just realized she had crashed right in the middle of family time.
"You saw nothing'," she said with a southern drawl. She stood and hurried to the door. This place was an apartment complex.
Perfect.
Now all she had to do was find someone that wasn't home so she could fix herself up. Se knew people had already called the cops, but they were moving too fast. It was hard to stay in once place at one time. She had to keep moving.
She ran through the halls jiggling handles until one finally opened. She entered slowly looking around the apartment for any signs of life. She closed the door behind her and waited to hear anything. A shower, a toilet, snoring, anything.
Once she was sure the coast was clear, she went into the bathroom. She washed her hands, and then took off her shirt wincing in pain as the stretch tried to pull the cut open farther. She looked at it in the mirror. Blood was still flowing. Blood was starting to dry in places.
She opened the mirror hoping to find something she could use to clean herself up, but all she found was men's deodorant, shaving cream, and after shave.
"Great, a macho bachelor pad. Not even band-aids." Her cell phone rang and she touched the ear piece.
"What the hell are you doing? You should've been here thirty minutes ago."
"I was spotted. I'm treating a wound."
"You're supposed to be the best at this. What are you doing?"
"Running for my life. I'm losing quite a bit of blood, so if you'll excuse me, I have to give myself some stitches." She pushed the button to hang up.
She opened the cabinet doors hoping for a first aid kit, but still nothing.
"Oh, come on," she groaned. She walked out into the apartment hoping to find something.
The apartment itself was plain. There was hardly any decorations. There was a simple tv with a small collections of DVDs. She sighed.
"This guy is probably never home to have anything of use." She stopped. "Stop talking to yourself, woman."
She searched the house up and down until she looked in what she figured was the junk drawer. She managed to find a dull needle and some thread. She sighed knowing this was going to be as good as it got.
She looked around the apartment to make sure she didn't put anything out of place then walked back into the bathroom to sew herself up.
She watche herself in the mirror, hissing in pain every time she put the needle through her skin. She was going to have to open the wound again in order to clean it out.
She reached for her gun when she heard a door open inside the apartment. She knew it was only a matter of time before someone came home, but she had hoped she was going to be long gone.
She listened as the person moved around the apartment. Just her luck.
She hard the person walk into the bedrooom. She pointed her gun towards the door.
She wasn't going to kill the person, only threaten. She could hear the person humming to himself.
"Man, I knew this was a bachelor pad," she thought to herself.
He opened the door and stepped in. He turned on the water in the sink. She stood in the shower holding her gun in hand. She heard him remove his shirt.
"Shit," she growled in her head. She grabbed the shower curtain and pushed it open pointing the gun in th eman's face. He nearly fell over she had scared him so bad.
"What the hell?" His eyes traveled down her body, then quickly back up to her eyes. Heat traveled to his cheeks when he noticed her shirt was off.
"I don't want any trouble," she said. His eyes traveled back down her body.
"You're bleeding."
"Figure that out on your own, did ya?" She lowered her weapon to show she truly meant no harm. "I just need to use your facilities, then I'll be gone." She decided it was time to take a closer look at the man .
He had blonde hair, blue eyes and a ridiculously muscular body. He was very handsome in the face and very tall.
"Who's after you?" She narrowed her eyes.
"What makes you think someone's after me?"
"You're in a complete stranger's apartment hiding in the bathroom using an old needle to sew up a stab wound. Not to mention the men outside looking for you." She quickly raised her gun again.
"You told 'em where I was?"
"How could have I? I didn't know you were here until you scared the crap out of me." She lowered the gun quickly.
"Oh yeah."
"Who are you?" She pushed passed him to look in the mirror so she could sew herself up some more.
"It don't matter. You'll never see me again."
"Why are they after you?"
"None of your business."
"You're half naked and bleeding. At least tell me your first name."
She said something in what sounded like French, but her southern accent gave it a certain twang that made it sound funny.
"Molly. My name is Molly."
"I'm Steve." She gave him a small grin.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm half naked and bleeding." Without another word, he turned and left her in peace.
She quickly finished up deciding she was going ot try to keep this "Steve" talking so she could hide out for as long as possible.
Her phone rang.
"What?"
"Where the fuck are you?"
"I'm right here," she said innocently.
"Whatever, smartass. Is the package still in your possession?"
"Yes, it's right here. Safe and sound," she said feeling the pocket on her knee.
"What's taking you so long?"
"I'm waiting for the heat to die down. Can't you hear the sirens?"
A pause.
"Get here as soon as you can. Just remember. I'm not a patient man."
"Yeah, no shit." She cut them off. She put her shirt back on slowly careful not to tug on her stitches.
She walked out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, then into the living room.
"I got you a glass of water," Steve said pointing to a glass on the counter.
"And how do I know you're not tryin' to poison me?"
"If you don't want it, I'll pour it out."
"Wait, no. I'll take it."
No sooner than she put the glass to her lips, there was a pounding on the door. She jerked her head to the door praying it wasn't them.
"Go to the bedroom. I'll check it out."
One of the men that was after her yelled, "Open the door!"
Molly rolled her eyes in annoyance. People always rushing her. She grabbed a cast iron skillet hanging on the wall and said, "Sorry, Steve," then smacked him up side his head. Steve screamed grabbing his head and turned on her.
"What the hell was that for?"
Molly stared at him blankly. That was supposed to knock him out. She hit him again, but he only yelled at her more.
"Damn, you have a hard head!" She tried to go after him again, but he grabbed her wrist and took the frying pan from her.
"I'm tryin' to save your life!"
"By beating me to death?"
She gave him a not-so-innocent smile.
They hadn't even noticed that the men from outside were already in the apartment. They just stood there staring at their target dumbfounded.
Molly reached back and touched a button on a gps tracker attacked to the back of her belt. A small, red light started flashing. She slowy started backing away. They raised their guns to her.
Steve stepped in front of her holding something in front of him. It looked like a silver trash can lid.
"Molly run!" Steve yelled.
Steve turned around when he heard a strange blast of wind come from behind him. There was a man in red and black body armor and had two katana criss-crossed on his back. He had his arms wrapped around Molly's waist.
"See ya!" she sang and poof! They were gone.
"Shit!" One of the men pulled out their phone. "She has a mutant helping her. She's gotten away."
"Good thing, too/ We almost had to kill you."