Sleep was something very sacred to Celine. If she didn't get her eight hours, the woman was certifiably miserable for the rest of the day. So, when a certain someone decided to barge into her room after she was only six hours in, Celine was understandably enraged.
At first she tried to ignore the noise, turning in her bed to get comfortable once more, but they were persistent. With long, brown hair wildly splayed around her head, she shifted a pillow from her side to cover her ears.
"I know I told you to come to the house anytime you wanted, but that didn't mean come barging in my room as you please." She groaned, voice muffled by the cushion.
"Get the hell up, Celine. Some dick's are following me." The intruder growled irritably.
"Would these dicks happen to be angry men wanting their money back? Money you stole?"
"I haven't stolen anything from them, as far as I can remember. They're probably hired help, actually." Cue an annoyed sigh and her beloved mattress dipping as more weight was added.
"Is that why you're here? I wasn't expecting you for another month. Let me guess, you were 'in the neighborhood'?" Celine turned over, eyes squinting to focus on the figure sitting at the end of her bed. She was silent for a moment before draping an arm over her eyes, "you're sure they're following you?"
There was a huff of breath before more annoyance-laced words followed. "No doubt about it. I landed in Boston two hours ago and they've been following me since."
Letting out a hiss of annoyance, the woman sat up in bed, her face holding a cross expression. "What the hell Elvie, what did you do to get mercenaries on your ass?" There was a bitterness in Celine's tone as she stood from the bed. She stretched before glancing out a window across the room. After giving her street a once over, she headed towards her dresser for clothes.
"How long do we have?"
"About thirty minutes, considering I took the roundabout way getting here. Why the fuck are you wearing your granny clothes?" Seafoam green eyes were glancing over her form in disgust, focused completely on the ruffled material.
Celine was headed to the bathroom to change with a bundle of clothing, stopping at the question. With a miffed look, she rolled her eyes, "oh shut up, it's comfortable and you know it. I've been wearing them to bed for years." With another sigh, she entered the ensuite bathroom before shutting the door behind her.
Realizing that she would have some rather violent company soon, Celine decided to sport athletic wear. Shedding the old fashioned nightgown, the woman pulled on a black sports bra and a loose magenta tank top over it. She quickly put on a pair of matching black shorts before heading to her bathroom sink. Tying her hair up into a high ponytail, she tossed her white nighttime apparel into a laundry basket before exiting.
"Come help me move the porcelain downstairs." She called over her shoulder, trotting down the wooden staircase.
"With how many times this has happened, you'd think you'd learn to keep the breakable shit not on the ground floor."
"I can't help myself, there's too much to show off! If I moved it upstairs, guests wouldn't have as much to oogle at." Celine bit back playfully, "get the other side of the coffee table. I don't want a repeat of last time, I was cleaning up pieces of glass for a week."
"Oh I'm so sorry, Cel-bell. I didn't ask to be thrown into the damn thing!"
"Are you seriously making excuses for bringing a fight to the mansion, Elvire? I would gladly send you packing if I wanted to. Those guys could show up and I'd feel perfectly fine playing innocent."
"Oh you could never boot your precious sibling out into the cold hard world, could you? Besides, you suck at acting." Elvire cooed, easily picking up the side of the coffee table closest to her and shuffling through the living room doors, "where are we even putting this? The drawing room?"
"Yeah." Guiding her sister, the two managed to scoot the table into one of the many rooms the house held. Humming, she returned to the living room, taking down other pieces of glass and ceramic decor, collectively shoving them on the coffee table.
"By the way, you've been in and out for how many decades? Leaving your poor baby sister to fend for herself that very cold, hard world you speak of." She feigned a look of sadness, dramatically putting a hand on her forehand. In the next moment, she went back to looking unperturbed.
"How's that for 'sucking at acting'?"
"That was shit." Elvire responded instantly, her expression and tone completely flat.
Celine pouted, suddenly feeling determined to prove her wrong. Putting away a couple more trinkets, she suddenly let out an ear piercing scream, turning to her sister with a look of horror on her face.
After a moment, she grinned. "How was that?"
"You sounded like a banshee, you-"
Before Elvire could finish her sentence, the door splintered and flew open, slamming into the wall. Both whipped their heads around to see two figures enter, one with long, silver claws poking out of his hands, the other… Well, that was harder to explain, amid the excess of red and black spandex. That one was holding dual katanas.
"Never fear young. attractive lady, your heroes are here!" The red and black suited man exclaimed, holding his weapons a little higher. The other glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes, a scowl on his face. Both men expected Celine to run to their side, or at least take cover in another room. Instead, her eyes widened in an expression of panic as if she just remembered something.
"Not the Francesco Italian original!" She screeched, launching forward as she watched the high-priced vase teeter dangerously.
With a grunt, she jumped up to the man with claws, kicking him square in the jaw to knock him away from the mantle. He stumbled away from her, giving Celine enough time to grab said material and scurry it over to lay with the rest of the breakable valuables before closing the door in her wake..
The other man glanced between the two before focusing on Elvire, gesturing with one of the gleaming blades as the more buff of the duo launched towards Celine with an annoyed grumble. "I'm not with him."
"Who are you with, then?" Elvire questioned curiously, watching as her sister had to backpedaled away from the man's outstretched claws.
"Myself, mostly. I've been contracted to eliminate the Rooster's leader. Apparently that's you." Now the katana was pointed in Elvire's direction, making the brunette raise a mocking eyebrow.
"Me? You think lil 'ol me is the leader of an international gang?"
"Well, yes." Cue a nonchalant shrug and a step forward, the man's muscles tensing.
"Who even are you? And what's with the spandex?"
"I'm Deadpool! And we really should move on to fighting - or, well, killing."
"I hate to interrupt your little chat but Elvire, a little help?" Celine shouted as she ducked under the larger man's lunges. She slid between his legs, quickly standing and swiveling to kick him in the ass, making the large man stumble forward into the wall.
"Son of a bitch." He growled under his breath as he turned around to face his opponent..
"I was going to get a nice lunch before all this shit." Elvire whined dramatically, reaching under her jacket quickly only to bring up a 9mm handgun, glancing between spandex - er, Deadpool - and the other man. Before she could attempt to help her sibling, Deadpool launched forward, katana's swinging expertly for the woman's throat.
Out of the corner of her eye, Celine saw the man Elvie was talking to lunge at her. So much for getting help. Facing the her opponent again, who was no longer sporting the claws, she saw that he was running towards her with his fist thrown back. Realizing he was aiming to punch her in the face, she quickly shot both hands out in a cross block, wincing at the pain from deflecting him. Meeting the man's hazel eyes with a confident smirk, Celine was surprised by the satisfied grin she was met with. It was then that she became aware of the man's claws impaling her shoulder from where she still held his fist in the block.
She let out a surprised gasp, only to follow it with a more desperate grunt as the man's other fist came up, stabbing up through her ribcage and more than likely her left lung.
Before Celine could do much more there was a loud crack, following by the sound of shattering glass. Turning an annoyed glanced in her sister's direction, she let out another - more exasperated - groan. "That vase is worth two thousand dollars!"
Elvire sent her an irritated glower, reaching up to remove the katana thrust through her heart and started to pick out the splinters of porcelain in her arm. "I'll reimburse you later."
"What the shit?" Deadpool questioned in surprise, standing a few feet away from where Elvire had landed. Before she could fully remove the first sword, the man in the red suit stepped forward and started to stab her with his second one repeatedly in the stomach. He watched in amazement as every time he pulled his arm back, the previous wound was already sealing up.
"Do you mind?" Elvire asked impatiently, throwing the katana had had been through her chest on the ground while smacking away the other one in Deadpool's hand as he went for another stab.
Logan's mouth fell open as he looked down at his victim with widened eyes. This girl should be dead. Celine made eye contact with him, giving a mock look of sympathy. It was then that he looked at her as if suddenly recognizing the female and then like he made a really bad mistake.
"Sorry, maybe next time?" She forced her body back a step, giving leeway to rest her feet on his stomach and push her body fully off, internally cringing at the squelching sound it made.
Celine landed with one knee on the ground, having to catch her breath as her torso buzzed with the same tingles one would get from their limbs falling asleep. As she did this, the woman noticed the massive amounts of blood staining her tank top.
"Oh, you're so lucky I know how to get rid of blood stains."
"You mean that I know how. You wouldn't even know how to throw a punch if it wasn't for me." Elvire grumbled bitterly, glancing down at her sliced jacket with a scowl. Letting out a sigh she relinquished her grip on her useless gun - what type of katana could cut through the barrel? - and held the material closer to her eyes. "Do you think you could mend this?"
Celine squinted at the fabric, "yeah, probably."
"Um, could someone tell me what the fuck is going on?" The spandex wearing man spoke up, gesturing wildly to the two women. In turn, both looked at him with stoic looks.
"Should we tell them?" The ponytail wearing one asked. "It looks like we're in the same boat." She hooked a thumb at the burly man, who was watching with tense confusion.
"Eh, they're mutants, obviously, so we might as well," Shrugging, Elvire turned towards her stabber, "you could rip off my head and not kill me, Mr. Deadpool. Ditto for Celine over there, so you might as well break that contract of yours."
"Celine…" The large guy muttered from behind them. Upon hearing her name, said woman turned to him with a quirked eyebrow.
"You're not Celine Stiles, are you?" His eyebrows were furrowed together in confusion.
"Maybe. Who's asking?"
"There's no way…" He mumbled under his breath, shaking his head. Realizing she was waiting on him to answer, he sighed, "what the hell, do you know a Hank McCoy?" Figuring he might as well ask.
Hearing his name after so long caused Celine's heart to feel like it dropped into her stomach.
"No."
"You didn't answer, by the way. I've already got Spandex's name, what's yours?" Elvire butted in, sending an evaluating glance Celine's way before focusing back on the clawed mutant.
"Wolverine." He spoke simply, letting his claws inch out of his hand, but just for a second.
"Ooh, I think the brunette's lying!" Deadpool said gleefully, gesturing towards Celine, "you don't hear a stranger's name and get a look like that on your face."
She whipped her head to give him a death glare, but he remained unfazed.
"Are you?" Wolverine asked, crossing his arms.
"Hank was a passing fling, nothing more." Celine waved her hand passively.
He let out a snort, "that's not how he tells it."
"It doesn't matter how he tells it." She snapped back.
"Regardless, Deadpool's already told me why he's after my head, but what about you?" Elvire interrupted once again, crossing the drawing room and glaring up into the man's eyes.
"I came to see Celine. Hank spoke so highly of you, I wanted to see for myself." There was some truth to that statement. Logan was still recovering memories from his little excursion in '73, only little tidbits here and there, though. Xavier was able to help him with most of it. In the other future, Celine had gone missing and it devastated Elvire. He wanted to see how this portion changed with the altered timeline. From what he could tell, they remained relatively untouched, something that made Logan glad.
"Then why did you come in here and try to kill me?" Celine spoke incredulously, gesturing to her ruined shirt.
He let out an awkward, half hearted chuckle at that, awkwardly looking away from her. "I, uh, didn't know the two of you were home? Figured one of you were up to something." He tried to reason before noticing the sibling's equally flat stares.
He scowled. "I made a mistake, alright? I didn't realize who you were till I thought it was too late."
The man paused for a moment, looking between the two of them with scrutiny. "I actually thought she was you." He gestured between the siblings, "damn, do you two look similar." They both shrugged, giving one another a wary glance.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, pause." Deadpool piped up again. "I know what 'ol Beast-y looks like and I need to know. How the hell did he score a chick like you?" He paused for a moment, as if trying to come up with the answer himself. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers, pointing in Celine's direction.
"Of course! You're a furry, aren't you?"
Elvire suddenly burst out laughing, having to clutch her stomach so she didn't keel over.
"What?" Celine sneered. "What's a furry? Elvie?"
"I-it's-Deadpool that's gold! It's a...a, er, well. Shit. Hang on." The woman struggled to catch her breath before quickly running into another room to retrieve her cellphone, rapidly typing and bringing up the definition. She handed it over to her sibling, beginning to snicker.
Celine scoffed, her face morphing into one full of disgust. "Of course not! Hank's fully capable of looking human."
Logan took a couple steps forward, able to read the definition from over the girl's shoulder. His face was soon matching her's.
"Okay, that answers one question." Deadpool nodded. "But I have another."
As Celine handed Elvire back her phone, they turned to him expectantly.
"Isn't Beast pushing, like, eighty? Are you a gold digger or something? You can't be older than twenty-five."
She gave a sheepish look. "We sort of dated a while ago."
"A while? Try 1970." Elvire muttered snidely, crossing her arms over her chest and scowling.
Celine gave her sister an irritated look as Deadpool spoke up. "What the actual fuck? How old are you?"
The younger sibling winced at this, giving a weak, wry smile. "Would you believe me if I said we're both over a hundred and fifty?"
"One hundred and seventy-three if you want to be accurate." Elvire corrected, rolling her eyes.
At Celine's cross look, Elvire repeated her action. "Fine, one hundred and seventy-one, in Cel-bell's case."
"So you're actually a pedophile?"