A Misadventure With Drakki Chapter 4, a deadpool fanfic

Chapter four

The pair rose in the air, gliding upwards on air currents and up thrusts provided by the city below. Drakki maintained a steady speed as Deadpool gained his bearings. They were high above the city skyline, soaring between the white, fluffy clouds that made Deadpool's suit wet and his mask stick to his face. He quickly stuffed the mask into one of his pouches, now hat was much better. He could actually breathe.

Drakki surveyed the world around her. Her saddle had dried since her dunk in the Hudson, but her itching and scratching had taken its toll. The main strap, the one that looped around her shoulders and across her neck had been gnawed away, leaving a rather vulnerable spot where the saddle met the band of leather. If it were to break during the flight, Deadpool would have an unexpected dive. But Drakki wasn't worried about that. No she was worried about whether Deadpool would send them careening into the side of a building.

"Step on, that was..." Deadpool thought. "Oh yeah: sideways glide. I can do this, I can do this." He muttered as he moved his centre of balance to the left. Drakki, instead of turning, tilted her body in the air, the left wing dropping and the right wing lifted until they were at ninety degrees to the ground, and Deadpool had to cling to the saddle as the leather groaned. Drakki curved her body, so they made a rather wide arc, circling back on themselves to end up going in the opposite direction.

Deadpool looked behind him, and down, and around him at the city below. He had to judge this just right. "Where's an opening, where's an opening?" He asked. Drakki kept to herself. This was Deadpool doing everything. She just wanted to sit and watch; and well, fly.

"There! Just there!" Deadpool said and pushed Drakki down into a dive.

They dropped like a stone; Drakki tucked the first half of her wings in, but left the tips just wide enough to control the dive. Deadpool hung on tight, even when the leather groaned again rather unnervingly. He savoured the rush of the air past his bare face, and that weird feeling that he had left all of his internal organs behind. That had happened to him once. It wasn't what Deadpool looked back on as fun.

Buildings rushed passed them in a blur. They dived onto one of the main roads, following traffic. And, as Deadpool pulled Drakki out of the dive about ten meters from the ground, Drakki's wings opened like sails. She didn't even have to beat them, just glide on a cushion of air. They soared over traffic and the afternoon rush of the city. They ignored the citizens who stopped on the street to look or take pictures. There wasn't much to see, just a black, blue and red blur as they zoomed past.

But they had done it. A controlled dive, straight down and levelled out perfectly; all done by Deadpool. Drakki gave him a purr of approval.

They slowed, the buildings taking more shape around them.

"Ha ha!" Deadpool laughed, "It worked!"

A growl from Drakki. Keep focused.

"Right, right." He said and looked where they were. There was a turning coming up. Deadpool needed to make it soon, so he lent right.

To soon.

They grazed the building. Well, more like slammed into the building.

Drakki growled at him in annoyance as pain stung her face and the side of her body.

"Oops, sorry. I guess that was my fault." He said.

Drakki flicked her ear up and it smacked Deadpool n the face. Damn right it was.

"Hey, I said I was sorry! You know I don't say sorry, like ever." He told her.

Keep focused, Wade. Drakki growled.

"Kay, then." Deadpool agreed. "Back up we go."

He leaned back, pulling Drakki upwards towards the sky. Air and gravity pushed against them, trying to shove them back down. Drakki shoved back, with every snap of her wings they went higher. They ground zoomed away faster than Deadpool thought possible. He closed his eyes for what seemed like a second, or maybe it was longer, but when he opened them, all he could see was a white haze. They had already hit cloud level. Deadpool gripped the saddle tighter, Drakki was climbing so fast, there was nothing that could stop her, and nothing was going to. They broke through the clouds and although they slowed the wind roared so loudly that neither Deadpool and neither Drakki could hear the saddle give out one last, tired groan.

SNAP!

The strap had broken. Deadpool looked down as he broke away from Drakki as she stopped finally, ready to dive back down to earth or spin or take so many loops from the sky there was no way of telling which way was up. But it couldn't come to that, the saddle had broken. Deadpool had already fallen too far. He hooked his feet out of the stirrups. He unfastened the clips holding him to the saddle. All of which seemed to happen in a second.e HeHe heHe \jg\lojgklemgojvlvjewgopfmg

"Drakki!" He shouted.

Confused, she turned, but Deadpool had gone. In the moment of confusion, she too started to fall. Until she had caught sight of him, already father away then what seemed possible. She roared in surprise, and fell after him.

There was no saving the saddle. It was a nuisance that twisted and spun in the air as Drakki fell for Deadpool. She caught up with him immediately, and although she knew what to do, the saddle threw her off so completely that she turned and span in the air. Deadpool knew how to fall, spreading out his arms and legs the way sky divers do. He tried to get Drakki to stop her frantic spinning and twisting, but all it accomplished was having Drakki hit him the face with her tail.

And it hurt.

Deadpool didn't lose consciousness though. In fact, he was now closer to Drakki. Although he knew he needed to get back to her, he was confused about why Drakki was still falling. She could just open her wings and fly away and leave him to splat. But she didn't. She fell with him. He caught the look on her face, impatient and stubborn.

She was waiting for him.

Waiting for him to get back on her back and finish this damn flight.

"The saddle's useless!" Deadpool shouted to her. It was more of a question of what the hell was he supposed to do?! Though it was still attached to her back by one remaining strap, the saddle would hinder their flight rather than help it.

Drakki screeched at him, a horrible noise, caught somewhere between a roar, a growl and a hiss. Deal with it then!

Deadpool grabbed the knife that he always carried that was strapped to his boot, whilst flipping and twisting in the air. Deadpool held the knife firm, and angled towards Drakki. He hit her with a grunt and sent them spiralling off sideways. Deadpool grabbed the saddle to hold it steady and gripped the knife in the other.

The tops of buildings flew past them. They were really cutting it close here.

Drakki screamed at Deadpool again, so he swung with his knife, severing the last strap of the saddle with a somewhat unsatisfactory snap. He tore the saddle away and it flew out of sight. Deadpool also threw the knife behind him, needing both hands to grab Drakki.

But where?

Deadpool swung his legs around her back, his hands gripped tightly to the sides of her neck. He didn't want to hurt her, but it seemed like there was no other way of doing it.

This was going to be uncomfortable.

The ground approached them, like the first time, that first disastrous time that they had flown together. But this time, neither of them was afraid or even remotely worried because Drakki opened her wings and they shot forward like a bullet from the barrel of a gun.

Deadpool swore. It was uncomfortable. But he was also laughing. Not only because he liked the metaphor, but because they had done it.

Drakki slowed, also realising what they had just accomplished together. She laughed a dragon's laugh, and together they soared across the sky.

"Yes! I knew we could do it!" Deadpool said as he swung his legs.

Yes, of course you did. Drakki barked. They were sitting on the edge of a bridge. They weren't sure which bridge, but it was a bridge. The dun was setting and Drakki insisted at sitting at this point to watch it set. Deadpool wasn't too fussed, he had bought a load of tacos on the way over, so he was good. Drakki also had found a fish from somewhere, he wasn't sure where exactly. If she had stolen it, Deadpool applauded her for it.

"I think Ink's gonna be pissed when she finds out that we lost her saddle." Deadpool said as he ate one of his tacos. His mask was still in one of his pouches on his belt, and he couldn't be bothered to put it on. "Man, these things are good. You should try one." He held it out for Drakki.

I know Ink can find another one. And maybe this time it can get an upgrade. Drakki answered Deadpool's first comment. She sniffed at the taco. I've never smelt anything like that before. It smells... good. She purred.

"Well, then try it. You won't know if you like it until you've tried it." He insisted and held it closer.

Drakki opened her large mouth. Small sharp teeth lined her mouth, but Deadpool was surprised to see how pink everything was. Her gums, her tongue, even the roof of her mouth. It was all so big, Deadpool was tempted to climb in and live there. It was probably better than his apartment too. He placed the half eaten taco on her big, pink tongue.

She closed her mouth and chewed.

Then she made the funniest face ever. What is this?! It's amazing! She chewed some more and swallowed, then licked her lips. I can't believe Ink never gave me one before.

"See what I mean? She's mean." Deadpool said as Drakki rolled her eyes. "Do you want another?"

Yes please! She nodded. Deadpool would have given her another without even asking if it meant seeing that look on her face again, and her giant blue eyes made it all the more easier.

AN: Awww, Drakki and Deadpool bonding session!

On the eighth Day of Deadpool

Wade Wilson gave to me

8 grenades exploding

7 slashes to the back

6 rocket launchers

5 bottles of liquor!

4 STDs

3 severed heads

2 cool katanas

And IMAX tickets to see his movie

On the ninth Day of Deadpool