Chapter 4: What's My Name
A.N. May include slight spoilers for Deadpool movie. And how about that new Captain America: Civil War trailer?
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Santana sat on the balcony looking over all the teens she 'kidnapped' the day before. She smiled, they were all natural fighters even the ones that didn't know their powers yet.
So far she knew, Matt, Clayten, Brittany, Sam, Mike, Puck, Blaine, and Rachel's powers, and Kurt only had his strength. They were all magnificent respectively.
She's been hearing about little recon missions she could potentially go on. So pretty soon she's going to have to ask Kurt to make suits. She divided them by power or no power and has for the most part been training them individually. Although she's been coming across a few problems, especially the ones who don't have the mutant gene. It's only a couple of them that don't, her, Puck, Quinn, Tina, and Mercedes. Them except for her and Puck have been the hardest to train considering she doesn't know what in the world their powers could be. She's not going to lie, that scares the shit out of her.
That's why she is sitting here making a very important phone call. One that could come back and bite her in the ass but she has to do it.
She looked down at the phone number she got from her uncle Wade. He seemed extremely reluctant to give it over considering, and she quotes, 'It made him extremely unfuckable.' She didn't want to read to much into that so she kind of tuned him out and she really stopped listening when he said something about a avocado fucking and older avocado. She really has no idea why her father chose him as much her God Father.
She sighed and quickly dialed the number that could change her life for the worse.
"Hello?" The man answered in a thick British accent.
"Uh, yeah. I'm Santana Lopez. And I heard about your program?" She said uncertainty tracing every single word.
"Ah, Yes. Weapon X. It's a magnificent program. I can make you the super hero everyone wishes they were." He replied sounding mighty proud.
"O-okay great. I have a couple friends that I would like to submit. I was wondering if you could help." She couldn't see his evil grin that that statement made him produce.
"It would be my pleasure."
"Thank you, very much." She likes to pretend she didn't hear the malicious scream in the background as she ended the call.
She gulped.
Santana Lopez knows she just sold all her friends soul's to the devil.
She just knows it.
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Matt walked up behind Santana where she still sat on the balcony about twenty minutes later.
He sat beside her hugging his knees.
All of sudden they both started talking at the same time.
"Do you think we're doing the right thing?"
"Do you ever wonder where our real mom is?"
They chuckle dryly at each other.
"You go first." Santana insists.
Matt turns to her and sighs.
"Do you ever wonder where our real mom is and why she left?" He asked looking down at the teens who were now watching Frozen sing-along version at Brittany's request.
"All the time. I like to think that she actually did do it to keep us safe and she's looking over us through a crystal ball or something." She grew a small smile. So did her brother. Her smile fell right off her face when she remembered her question.
"Do you think we're doing the right thing? Cause lately I'm not so sure. I just sold my soul to the devil and for what? We don't even know yet." Matt was quiet for a while he doesn't know what she did and it's not exactly his place to ask so he won't. But whatever it was it must not have been good. Though, he knows his sister and he believes that she did it because she had to and not for her own benefit. So he told her as much and he's not sure if it did any good but it got the happy go lucky look back on her face and that was all he wanted.
He excused himself and left her alone with her thoughts.
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About and hour later she finally came down to join the rest of the teens. She stepped in front of the TV and ignored the groans it earned.
"Aww, shut up. I have a couple people I want you to meet." The group reluctantly followed her into a training room.
"Hello, boys." Natasha greeted with a sly smirk. The teens jaws dropped, Santana strutting by and cockily wrapping her arm around the Black Widow's shoulders.
Quinn sneered subtly not liking how that looked. Of course she's not going to let her discomfort show. One, because that's not the Fabray way. And Two, she hasn't even completely analyzed her...feelings(?) At least that's what she thinks people call them.
Puck soon forced his way to the front of the group. Thus shaking everyone of their stupor.
"What're a couple of bugs gonna do? Bet they don't even know how to punch." He said condescendingly.
Hope turned to Santana with a sly smirk.
"May I?"
"Be my guest."
With that the raven haired woman strolled up to Puck who was sporting an incredulous look. Before anyone could blink she punched him square in the stomach.
The Mohawked boy stumbled to the ground, everyone staring at him with amused grins. Unless you were Sam and Clayten then you were close to tears laughing at the other teen's misfortune.
"That's how you punch."
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Everyday after school since Santana came up that fateful night, she's been training. Mainly in close combat fighting but also in target practice and other various things that would be beneficial to her new lime of work.
So when she saw Natasha trying to spar with Blaine who has virtually the same powers as her, she winced.
This was going to be way harder than she thought.