The next year Domino spent in jail. She was pulled over for driving with the van doors open, and when the police searched her vehicle, she was named a political dissident. She was processed quickly, and kept in a special part of the prison, lest she incite a riot.

It was hard on the young girl, but far from the worst thing she'd ever gone through. The boredom, more than anything else, bothered her. She spent most of her time working out or reading. It was during this time that Domino realized she was actually pretty fond of books. Before she hadn't had the time or patience for reading, but being in prison meant that she had all the time in the world.

She was sickly in the prison, because the climate was much different from Japan's, and the food made her stomach rebel. It got worse as fall turned into winter, and Domino was forced to stay inside all day, except when doing her chores.

When they brought the strange redheaded woman in, Domino was taken to the infirmary with a very high fever. She spent the night delirious, certain something was about to happen, and wishing that it would, simply so she would have something interesting to experience.

Around 3 am she got her wish. A loud noise outside the infirmary woke Domino up, and she saw one of the men who she'd spoken to on her last day of freedom dragging the redheaded woman into the room. She sat up, watching the pale man talk quietly with the woman.

"Hey, you're one of those creepy rapists." Both parties stiffened, and the man turned toward Domino, surprised. As he turned, the woman bandaged her left arm, which was covered in blood, though Domino couldn't see the wound.

"I wondered what happened to you. I know our van's in impound. Illegal gun smuggling?" He turned back to the redhead, tightening the bandage where she couldn't.

"Intent to incite unrest or some shit like that. You breaking that woman out?" Domino leaned forward a little, to get a closer look at the pair.

The redhead nodded when Cable hesitated. "Yes. It is no secret now, mercenary. Do you know this girl?" The woman's English was good, even if she had a pretty thick Russian accent. For a moment Domino felt a certain amount of glee just to hear English again.

"Yeah. I guess I helped her get in here. You up for running, girl?" The older man spoke to Domino over his shoulder, as he finished binding the redhead's wound.

Domino slid out of the bed, staggering a bit. "Fuck yes. And I'm not a girl, I'm a political terrorist. Get your facts straight, old man."

He chuckled, stepping away from the woman. "Alright. Political terrorist, meet the Black Widow. Now that we all know each other, let's get the Hell out of here."

The group slipped out of the infirmary, and Domino was impressed with how silent the humongous man was when he moved. At first things went smoothly. The Black Widow, as Cable had called her, moved like an alley cat. For a moment, Domino was jealous. Even though she was small, she was the clunkiest member of the group, being half-delirious. She stayed close to Cable's back, while the Black Widow took point.

They had nearly reached the door to the exercise yard when they were caught. The Black Widow moved like lightening, taking out two guards before they had a chance to speak, though the third and fourth escaped. Cable grunted, bringing a gun to bear and taking the last two out with a pair of shots that echoed incredibly through the stone prison. Domino covered her ears, glowering at the man.

"We must run now. Carry the child if you can." With that, the woman slipped out the door, bolting across the yard at an unbelievable speed. Cable hauled Domino up onto his shoulder before she could complain, and they were soon on the redhead's tail.

Dogs were chasing after them, which Domino, being head down facing them, found to be quite disturbing. Rather than interrupt her getaway vehicle, she pulled his gun from the holster, taking random pot shots at the dogs. Five out of seven shots hit their targets, which was amazing, considering her almost complete inability to aim. Luckily, there had only been four dogs chasing them.

Domino didn't see the hole in the fence, or the van that she had stolen idling just outside the opening until she was through the hole. She mustered up enough energy for a tired "Woo" before she was set inside the van, to sleep.

She woke up a couple hours and a few hundred miles later. The Black Widow was sitting across from Domino, also asleep, or at least apparently so. Domino studied the older woman for a moment, before crawling up to the front to talk to Cable and the driver, who she did not doubt at all was Bridge.

Bridge eyed her warily in the rear-view mirror, and Cable laughed. "I don't think she's going to hit you again, G.W."

Bridge grumbled under his breath, but kept driving. Domino leaned on the empty seat between the two men. "So. . . who the fuck are you two?"

Cable thought about the question for a minute, then shrugged. G.W. gave him a sharp look, shaking his head 'no'. "We're mercenaries. We were hired to get the Black Widow out of jail. The first time we met you, we were trying to neutralize Deadpool. That's the kind of thing we do."

Domino digested this, then laughed a little. "You know, I think I need a new line of work. I can't go back where I came from, and I don't have any plans. Do you guys need any help?"

Cable gave Bridge a curious look, and was rewarded with a scowl. After a momentary stare down, Bridge sighed. "We'll see. I'm not running a freaking day care."

Domino snorted, sitting back down as another wave of nausea hit her. "Just give me my chance. I'll surprise the hell out of you."

Cable eyed her up and down once, then nodded. "You just might. " He turned back forward, and then clapped Bridge on the shoulder. "Better get used to it GW.. Looks like our little wild pack has grown by one." And his laugh accompanied the van accelerating, down the road and away from the past.