/-Three Mile Island, Military Base, 1986-/
Wade watched closely as Amy's hands lit up, sending a small, electrified shiver down his spine. Blue flames danced around her fingertips, and continued down her palm to her wrist. He went to touch them with wide eyed fascination, but she quickly extinguished them.
"Aw, come on, Ames, I let you play with my swords all the time!"
"I don't want to hurt you." She murmured, leaning back on his bare chest, as he shifted on the bed.
"You won't." He told her. Kissing the side of her neck gently, he nudged her wrist. "Light it up again."
"Wade-"
"Trust me."
And she did, though she let out a quiet, "your burns haven't even healed yet."
Brown eyes locked on her as an attentive hand reached out to her own. The fire swayed uneasily and a few sparks emitted from her fingers as Wade's fingers skimmed up her palm. They reddened and blistered, but he ignored the discomfort.
"It's beautiful."
"And dangerous."
His smile brightened. "Just like you."
Amy's face remained stoic as she let the flames flicker out.
-/New York, 2004/-
The small photo had been cut out of the newspaper clipping and framed. Why, he wasn't entirely sure, but John found it to be a nice, if not misguided, attempt on Scott Summer's behalf. Not that he'd ever admit that.
"I met her once or twice," Summer's face screwed up in disgruntled mask. "She was…"
John stared at him from his seat at the kitchen island. "She was…?"
Scott shared a look with his wife, "Well. She was a lot like you, I guess."
"Scott," Jean put her hand on the man's arm before looking at Pyro, "she was strong, too strong for her own good. It scared her, made her…"
"Anti-social?" The teen supplied, a little annoyed with their lack of cooperation. "I already know that."
The red head sighed, looking at him sympathetically. "I never met her," she confessed, "but from what I hear," Her eyes moved to Scott's, "maybe it's a good thing you didn't."
"What-"
"Look, John." His teacher's ruby glasses shone, "I know your curious about where you come from, but this really isn't the best time."
Brown eyes smoldered back at him. "It's never a good time," John snapped, hopping off his stool. "You said you knew her-"
"I did! She wasn't- it's not-" Summer's grunted in frustration., "it's just more complicated then you realize, okay?"
But he was gone, having disappeared down the hall to his room. They jumped as the door slammed. Scott sighed, sliding into the seat the boy had vacated. Putting his head in his hands, he breathed in as his wife put her arms around him.
"How am I suppose to tell him his parents experimented on their own kind?"
She shook her head, "I don't know."
/-Three Mile Island, Military Base, 1986-/
Her eyes softened as Chris dodged another of Wade attacks. "I wished they'd be more careful with him."
John Wraith chuckled, "who? Chris or Wade?"
"Chris," She paused a moment before going on, "he's just so tiny."
"Don't let 'im hear ya talkin' like that," Dukes said, "can really kill a guy's self-esteem."
"Sorry."
A large hand patted her shoulder as he told her not to worry about it. "How 'er things goin' with you and Wilson, anyway?"
"Fine."
"Still kinda tight lipped about the whole thing, huh?" Wraith asked, smirking. "Only thing Wade's ever kept his mouth shut about has been you, ya know."
"I know." She gave him a classic simple closed mouth smile, before turning back to the fight. The men shared a look over her head before doing the same.
"You fight like a girl!" Wade taunted, ducking easily out of the way as Chris threw another punch. "Come on, Nancy, hit me!"
The shorter man flushed before an alarm triggered over there heads. Said man took the pop Wade one in the balls when he looked up to listen.
"Team X to air base."
The men rose and Amy waited a moment. Wade shook off the pain. "You comin', cupcake?"
She grimaced at the pet name. "Am I suppose to?"
Bradley's eyes shifted and he told her she was. Appearing slightly disgruntled, she stuck close to Dukes as the group left. Wade spinning his swords to her left, was careful not to strike her. But he did nudge her with his elbow, earning a condescending glance from Wraith and a smirk from Fred as they continued down the corridor. Amy ignored the gesture all together, with the exception of a small smile on her lips.
Soon enough they were on the base, standing toe to toe with Col. Stryker, and Agent Zero. Not to mention a few new comers they hadn't seen before.
"Men," Styker was dictating to the strangers as the team eyed them curiously. Wade's swords swung a little faster, more threatening, "I'd like to introduce you Team X."
"Hello." One of them nodded, "I'm James Logan. This is my brother," he jerked his head to the other man, the more intimidating man on his right, "Victor Creed."
"Hi." Victor smirked, raking his gaze over every one of them, pausing on Wade and Amy. Or more accurately, their stances. The man was positioned in front of the woman, a look of his face that was both calm and deadly. The woman seemed slightly bored, but seemed to notice his position as well.
She shot Victor a look that clearly stated: Yeah, he's an idiot. But he'd my idiot.
They were mates, the brothers realized instantly, their scents intertwined and imbedded in each other's skin.
"Amelia, Can I trust you to show them around the base?"
Stryker left before she could answer, but she followed orders anyway. She offered her hand to James, "I'm Amy, this is Fred Dukes," She motioned to the large man next to her, "This is John Wraith," She nodded to the man just south of her, who tipped his cow boy hat in greeting, "you've already met Zero, and the cretin in front of me is Wade Wilson."
"Buenos Dias." He continued to spin the deadly weapon in his hands, "I like your…" he eyed them from head to toe, "well, never mind then. Welcome."
"Wade." Amy warned, "Aren't you and Chris suppose to be training?"
"Oh yeah," His brown eyes darted around, "where is that little scamp?"
"Probably plotting your timely demise," Wraith joked, shaking his head before looking at the brothers, "best you two get on with your tour. Amy," He pursed his lips, "play nice."
"She's always nice," Wade grinned, seathing his sword before turning on his heel. "And if they touch her I'll cut them three ways from Sunday."
"He's a little protective," Dukes drawled, "come on, Wraith let's go watch the show."
John shook both their hands, "it was nice meetin', y'all." He told them, before jogging after his friend, leaving the young woman with the two of them.
"Well, that was interesting." James drawled, noting the trace of a smirk on her lips.
"Is that what you'd call us?"
"Yeah, real fuckin' interestin', you ready ta go, frail?" Her attention snapped over to Creed's and she nodded.
"Of course," She nodded, her black bangs falling in her eyes from her cropped hair cut, "this way, gentlemen."
A/N: I know they showed up waaay prior. Remember: AU. Sorry for the Lack of Pyro.