DISCLAIMER: Do not own Legend of Korra or Deadpool. They are the properties of Bryke and Marvel Comics, respectively.
A.N.: Oh, my God, I'm back again! Sorry that I haven't been updating day to day like I was before. I have no excuse outside of my personal life interfering and getting my essays submitted for Uni. So now that I have the time, I can give you a new chapter.
But before we get to it, I'd like to thank SuperHeroTimeFan for getting in contact with me and taking Teen Titans: Gaim off my hands. The dude is mad talented and has written "The Ringed Titan: Wizard". Turns out I'm not the first guy to give Teen Titans Kamen Rider powers! Please check out his work!
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As Korra enters "Chief Lin's", she noticed that the atmosphere of the place was much more melancholy than usual. By this point, everyone has been told that she has cancer, but she was guessing that they're still having trouble accepting it, even though she seemed somewhat paler and had some bags under her bloodshot eyes. Again, she couldn't entirely blame them for not wanting to see her go, but there were still signs that it would happen.
Regardless, she walked up to the bar where she said down, most of it empty except for Bolin.
"Korra."
"Bo."
"Christ, you look like you could use a blowjob AND a shower. Courtesy calls for the latter, first."
"Yeah, how about 3 shots of patron?"
"How about some Triticum aestivum?"
Excuse me?
"Wheat Grass. Excellent for the immune system."
He was holding said grass in his hands, almost like he had them ready for when Korra arrived. Well, at least he isn't as inconsiderate as we thought.
"Jesus Christ, you sound just like Asami. Here, check it out."
She then pulled out a handful of different brochures for different medical facilities, no doubt in a vain attempt to get her help.
"She's sending away for all these colourful clinic brochures. I'm sure they're all FDA approved. Chechnya. Isn't that where you go to GET cancer?"
Well, after doing some research (i.e.: I just Googled it), I can safely say that Korra isn't that far off.
"We've got China and Central Mexico. Do you know how they say "cancer" in Spanish?"
"No, how?"
"… El cancer."
"Oh, I could've guessed that."
No quite true, but again, just pretend.
Bolin happened to pull a picture out of his pocket, holding it up to look at it before showing Korra.
"Look at how happy you two are, here?"
Korra looked up, seeing the picture was of her and Asami before Christmas came about. Bolin was right; the two of them WERE happy, happier than they had been in their entire life. They were able to find each other by sheer dumb luck and yet, have come out better because of it. Honestly, Korra wishes she could just freeze-frame that one moment so that neither she or Asami would have to put up with the cancer bullshit.
"Mind if I keep this? Put it up, so I can remember? When you looked alive?"
Korra nodded, giving him permission to do so.
"At least I'll finally win the dead pool, now that you're tragically dying of cancer."
"Gee, thanks."
Well, Bolin doesn't exactly have the best history when it comes to tact, does he? Regardless, he remembers something that he had to tell the merc when she popped by.
"Oh, by the way, that guy other there came in looking for you."
He handed her a black card that just had a number on it: 555-0199. There wasn't even anything on the other side, just that number. She turned to where Bolin was pointing, seeing a guy wearing a black suit with his back to the bar, no doubt just looking down at his drink.
"Grim reaper type. I don't know; might further the plot."
Wow, even the supporting comic reliefs are becoming self-aware; is it just something that spreads with any Deadpool related material?
Regardless, Korra figured 'fuck it' and decided to walk over to the man, picking up a drink from another regular who offered his condolences with a nod. The suited figure finally saw Korra walking round, putting on a fake smile. Korra then sat opposite him, getting a better look at his glasses and thin moustache (A.N.: It's Raiko, just because I wanna see him in pain later).
"Ah! Korra Wilson."
"Hi. How could I help you, besides luring children into a panel van?"
"I understand that you've recently been diagnosed with terminal cancer."
"Wow, stalker alert."
"It's my job. Recruitment. I'm sorry that you have a rough way to go. But you're a fighter. Special forces, 41 confirmed kills."
"That's 1 every 7 weeks, at that rate most folks get a haircut."
As she talked, she grabbed the man's drink, pouring it down her throat after finishing the other drink she was given. For some reason, this didn't faze the man sitting opposite to her. Then again, I'd doubt an assassination attempt would faze him, either.
"It's to wash the taste out. Of being so… impressive."
Not exactly modest, but you probably already knew that.
"And now, you spend your days standing up for the little people."
"People change. What do you want?"
Raiko had to adjust in his seat before answering.
"I represent an organisation of people who may be able to help. What if I told you we could cure your cancer? And what's more, give you abilities most people only dream of."
This obviously grabbed Korra's attention. People who could cure her cancer? Give her a chance at a happy life with Asami? Inconceivable! But again, with this basically being Korra as Deadpool, her response had to be filled with snark.
I'd say you sounded like an infomercial. But not a good one, like Slapchop, more like Shakeweight-y."
I had to Google what that meant… I still feel unclean. Anyway, back to the conversation.
"The world needs extraordinary soldiers. We won't just make you better. You'll be better than better. A superhero."
Sadly, that's where Korra had to draw the line.
"Listen… Agent Smith, I tried the superhero business and it left a mark… but if I ever hit 'Fuck it', I'll hit you up."
She got out of the chair and made her way to leave, but had one last thing to tell the agent.
"Oh, uh, shit! We're within 500 yards of a school, so you may wanna… you, know, yeah."
For once, the man's expression changed from a fake smile to a slight look of bafflement. 'What the hell did that even mean?'
Still, as Korra was walking, she made sure to quickly let Bolin know what the man would be doing.
"His drinks on him."
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Now back at the apartment, late at night, Korra was sitting on a chair in her sweatpants, the rain pattering against the window. However, it wasn't just outside that was wet. Right now, Korra had some slight tears in her eyes as she started thinking back to her encounter with the man in the bar. Namely, with how she could have the chance to live the life she wants to live with Asami, a woman she had only known for little over a year and had met on a chance meeting in a bar.
She was thinking not just how it could affect her, but how it could affect Asami, and how she would feel about Korra leaving to get an unguaranteed cure to her condition. She couldn't possibly think of how her girlfriend-now-fiancé would react, even if this could end up for the better. However, she was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Asami's voice in the darkness.
"Hey, what's going on?"
Quickly wiping her eyes, she returned to the bed.
"Hey, sorry. I had a Liam Neeson nightmare. I dreamt I kidnapped his daughter and he wasn't having it."
She got in bed, allowing her girlfriend to wrap her arm around her torso, which had gone somewhat flabby in the past few weeks after being diagnosed. Sensing a bit of uneasiness, she thought to cheer up Asami while she slept.
"Hey, uh, they made three of those movies… At some point, you have to wonder if he's just a bad parent."
"Mm-hm."
Even though she was back in her dreamland, Asami couldn't stop the small smirk on her face from growing. This was just one of the endless list of qualities that Korra loved about this woman; her smile, the way she laughs, her attitude, her dazzling good looks… honestly, Korra could go on forever about every detail that she loves about Asami. And ultimately, this was what fuelled her next actions. Not ten minutes later, Korra was dressed in white top and black jacket, packing her bag with other clothes and moving to open the door, looking back at the still sleeping Asami with for one last time, tears slowly welling in her eyes. With a deep breath, she walked out and gently shut the door.
"The worst part about cancer isn't what it does to you. But what it does to the people you love. Who knew if this guy could save my life. But I knew, there was only one way to save hers."
10 minutes after leaving, Asami felt around the left side of the bed, finally noticing Korra's absence and waking up. Now realising that she was gone, Asami could only sit there with her arms wrapped around her legs, laying her head on her knees as she started sobbing.
"After all, isn't that what superheroes do?"
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Damn, this was not easy to write.
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