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Domino

When Domino received a phone call from Hermione Granger, she didn't know what to make of it. And then she was invited over to visit? That was just…odd. Hermione never invited anyone over to the Sunset Apartments—not even when she was living there did she do as much. But she went anyway, simply because it was a weekday and she was rather bored as there was nothing better to do.

Walking through the door of Deadpool's apartment, she saw Deadpool and the Winter Soldier arguing over something. Next she looked over to a dining room table (she didn't know Deadpool had anything other than a sofa and a large overstuffed chair) and saw Hermione playing solitaire and looking about ready to hurt someone.

"Hello Domino," Hermione greeted her. "How are you?"

"Fine," she said, looking over to the two men who had started to arm wrestle—something neither one was winning and looked like it would go on for some time. "What's up?"

Hermione sighed heavily. "Someone tried to hire Deadpool to kill me. He found out that there's this contract out on my life. When Bucky found out about it, he was ready to hunt them down dead. Of course that's when Deadpool said not if he got to them first." She looked over to the men flatly stating, "And this is where we are now."

"And you called me here because…?"

Hermione looked from the men to her. "At first I was thinking perhaps you could talk sense to them. I've tried. But they're both determined to hunt down this person I've never heard of that put the contract out on me and they both want to do it on their own."

"Who was it?" Domino asked her.

"Carl Zante," she told her. "Have you heard of him?"

Thinking it over, the other woman said, "I might have, but it's been years since I've heard of him doing anything." She snapped, saying, "Johnny Storm knows him." Hermione rolled her eyes at the mentioning of the Human Torch. "Yeah, I don't get along with flamer either, but he knows Zante as he was the one to put him behind bars once upon a time."

Sighing heavily, Hermione pulled out her Stark made cell phone and called Sue Richards. After a brief conversation with her, the witch was able to find out about the man. Soon thereafter, she hung up the phone and looked over to Domino.

"He goes by the handle of Acrobat," she told her. "He's a thief." Hermione worried her lower lip. "I can't remember running across any thieves lately, never mind doing so with a man that would be ticked off enough to put out a contract on me." She shrugged it off and asked, "Do you want to go shopping?"

"Shopping?" she asked a bit stunned.

"Yes, Sue just told me about one of his weapons," she told the mutant as she stood up. "A liquid asbestos gun. Why is that important, you may have wanted to ask but weren't given the time to do so?" Hermione went onto the gray net on her laptop Tony made her and showed what she had found there. "Cancer much? Anyway, Sue told me that he's selling it at an auction today."

"But why do you want me to go with you?" Domino inquired.

"I promised Bucky that I wouldn't do anything about this guy," she told her. "I never said that I wouldn't confront him. I just need to know that someone has my back.

Domino thought it over and said, "Sure. Let's go shopping."

By the time Bucky and Deadpool arrived, the police were loading him into an ambulance. Bucky went straight over to a table outside of the auction house where Hermione, Domino, and a cool looking blond woman dressed in all white were chatting away casually as they each sipped on a drink as if they were in a café.

He walked over to his wife and said, "You promised…"

"I didn't lift a finger," she told him, looking up to him. "Unless you meant making sarcastic comments?"

Leaning down he kissed her forehead, saying rather dryly, "There would be no way to stop you from doing that, so why try?" He looked to the others there, nodding in greeting. "What happened?"

"It turns out that he got angry because I said he looked like a pissed off Canadian mime in that god awful green outfit of his," his wife told him. "Which he does."

"Canadian?" he asked dryly. "Where did you get that from?"

"I figured him for French Canadian," she answered. "Because no honest to goodness Frenchman worth their salt would wear that outfit of his." Frowning now, she added, "I don't think a French Canadian would either, but the chances there are slightly greater."

That had the blond across from her laughing quietly, even as Domino muttered something about her not being exactly sane.

"So he got pissed off all over again when I recalled how I knew him and Ms. Frost—oh, Emma, this is my husband Bucky. Bucky, this is Emma Frost." They acknowledge each other with a nod of the head and she went on. "She agreed that the outfit he was wearing was silly. He tried to get in a fight with her and she pretty much took him to the mats." Hermione looked back over to Emma. "When I grow up, I want to be able to fight like that."

This gained her another gale of soft feminine laughter from the usually stoic woman.

"But you didn't…" Bucky asked her.

She smiled sweetly up to him. "I might have hexed him once or twice, but nothing overly taxing."

Laughing he knelt down next to her, placing his right hand over the bump of her belly. "You and our child's safety above all."

She melted into his embrace. "Can we go get a few Philly cheese steaks? I'm famished."

Smiling he stood up and helped her to her feet. "You know we can."

Once they were gone, Domino turned to the woman next to her. "So is she crazy?"

Laughing Emma said, "P.T.S.D., but who around here doesn't have it?" She stood up. "As for true insanity?" She shook her head no. "No, not a bit." She looked over to Deadpool who was currently sitting on top of the ambulance and keeping it from leaving by telling them he had a splinter in his finger and they had to take him to the hospital too. "Deadpool makes her laugh." She looked over to a stunned Domino. "We can't fault her for that even given the man in question, can we?"

"I suppose not," Domino said, as she stood up. "Good seeing you again."

"You as well," she replied, and left without another word.

Domino left to head back to base. Well, she thought, shopping as it turned out wasn't a bad way to spend the day.

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