Deadpool was grumbling to himself as he walked the halls of the X-mansion. Wait, is that correct? The x-men technically don't live there.
But his title is Wolverine AND the X-Men.
Yea, but when you think of X-men, you think of Cyclops and, you know, all of them.
Half of that team is here.
True. But…I don't know. Wolf-mansion? Nah, sounds too play boy. Howlett estate? Nah, non advent readers won't get the reference. Jean Grey halls? Wondering aimlessly in the halls of Jean Grey. Haha. Sounds like a porn.
Undoubtedly the best one so far.
*sigh* What am I gonna call this place.
"What are you doin here?"
"That's a horrible name considering you're supposed to accept everyone with a smile." Wade turned to see Wolverine hurr-ing with his inferiority complex. Napolen Complex. Not enough booze in the world complex? "Oh, hey, whats up?"
"What're ya doin here?"
Deadpool piffted. "Trust me, if I still had my teleporter you wouldn't even know I was here." Logan arched a brow seeming to have the question why he wasn't wearing his belt of pockets on his hip and instead around his shoulder. "You're daughter's a freakin clepto. And trust me, I'd know. I steal shit just to get into fights."
Wolverine took a deep breath. "Ya had it when ya left yesterday."
"I'm aware."
"When did she take it from ya?"
"Last nigh-oh fuck."
Wolverine punched Deadpool square in the jaw with all three hundred pounds behind it shattering his jaw and forcing him to spin at least once before falling to a knee.
With a very audible growl, he picked up the merc by the collar of his spandex and sniked the three claws near Deadpools heart. "If ya did what I think ya did"
"Back up pops," Deadpool said, pulling his gun and pointed it at Wolverine's head, "I normally would this as an excuse to boost my own ego and metaphorically slap you in the face, but use that super sniffer of yours and tell me ya get."
"You reek of her." Wolverine pulled his arm back and was ready to strike.
"Well, yea, but there's a 'particular' sent that's missing. One I'm sure you're quite familiar with, even though you probably shouldn't." Wolverine sniffed again. With a frown, he threw Deadpool to the floor. "Told ya so."
With a growl, he turned on his heel and pulled out his cell phone. He was scanning the names as he made his way to the main lobby. He found the one he needed as he hit the bottom step of the stairs. Logan turned down the hall and called then number. He kept walking as the phone kept ringing. She wasn't answering. With a sigh, he put his phone back in his pocket.
Logan made it back to cerebro. He had already contacted Rachel to look for Laura and she was busy at the helm.
"I hear Lojack is cheap and easy to use." Logan grunted as he walked behind Rachel. "She's in California." Rachel announced. "But, again, her readings are skewed."
Logan at the map of the general area where she could be located. He sighed. "Looks like she went back to school."
"Nope." Deadpool was behind him with his arms crossed. "The Academy is in northern Cali." He paused and tiled his head. "Unless my eyes are becoming deceiving…shes driving. Which raises the question, if she has a teleporter, why is she driving? Futhermore, has anyone else noticed that her bubble is deep in Daken's territory?
Logan's brows furrowed only for his eyes to get wide. He turned to Rachel. "Get me Megan." The two stared back at one another for a long time. Obviously having a mental conversation. Logan finally growled and a pink light appeared in the room with a girl with huge black eyes and pink hair in pajamas holding a stuffed unicorn, was rubbing her eyes.
"This better be important." Pixie yawned.
Logan held a hand out to the little girl. "I need ya to teleport me to Utopia."
The girl yawned again. "Why?"
"Family dispute." Rachel helped but only got a stink eye from Logan.
"What's goin on?" Pixie seemed to wake up.
Logan crossed his arms. "It's a need to know."
"Oh," Pixie nodded, "then you should probably know I can just teleport right back to bed."
Logan growled and Rachel held a helpful hand to the teen. "Logan seems to think that Laura's in trouble. He wants to help."
Pixie smirked. "I bet its part of her plan. I wouldn't worry about it."
Deadpool smiled. "Well, its best to be safe and wear a condom than worry that it's yours for eighteen years." The women gave him a perplexed look. "Lets go kid."
Logan held up a hand to him. "Yer stayin here, Wilison."
"Hey," Deadpool pointed two fingers at him, "she stole what was very near and dear to my heart. My teleporting belt buckle that has my face on it. I want it the fuck back. Besides, you and I both know that you're not gonna do what's necessary when the time comes. I'm coming. Not like that, but you know what I mean."
"An what do ya thinks gonna happen?" Logan accused.
Deadpool arched a brow. "Really?" He asked rhetorically.
With a growl, Logan accepted his aide and turned to the pink hair girl. "Ya ready?"
She nodded and asked them to step in closer.
"So, I got a question." Pixie looked at him with an interested look. "How will this work?"
"I say a spell and we're there."
"Cool, so, like do I have to stay in the salt circle, or do we have to hold hands. You should probably know, I haven't really showered in like four days."
Pixie gave a look of mild disgust. "Just stay in the circle."
"Coolio." Pixie started to say something under her breath as a light appeared under them. "Hey, Wolvie." Logan grunted. "Suck it." Deadpool kicked him in the chest forcing him to fall off the Cebero walk way and landing onto the floor below. Pixie looked down at Logan but didn't have time to correct the spell as she and Deadpool were now in the middle of the Kansas.
"Why did you do that?" she shouted at him.
"Cause it was funny." He said with a smile that she crossed her arms and waited for a serious answer. He sighed. "Look, you're right. Whatever shes up to, she's got a plan. And that plan, somehow includes Daken. And Wolvie wont do anything to stop them. So, we need to get there so I can help her. 'kay?"
Megan looked him over. "If you hurt her"
"If I do, I give you full permission to do…whatever you do. Nice wings by the way. Has Tinkerbell called?" She gave an annoyed brow that he gave his best charming smile at. Somehow able to see under the mask, she visibly let go of the comment.
"Ya know, seeing Mr Logan fall like that was kind of funny."
"Then I got a million stories for ya kid."
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Laura was looking in the X-mens version of a treasury. Scott liked to keep his trophies where he could see them at all times. However, was polite enough to keep his leering hidden. She arched a brow at the different helmets, costumes, and artifacts that were backlit on walls and on pedestals.
There were three swords here, one of English make, one of futuristic design, and one katana. Seeing as how the name of her prize was the Murisma blade, she could guess which it one she was after. She found it resting patently upon a stand , being lit from above as if it was a gift from a god.
The wrappings were black with a black and silver sheath. It honestly looked like a regular cheap knock off. She lifted the weapon knowing it would sound the silent alarms. She inspected the handle. The ribbon was beginning to sag and tatter. The red silk under was browning with use and the passage of time.
She could smell him behind her before he could even speak.
"I have what I came for. I will be leaving."
Scott was silent as he watched the little girl. "What are you –"
She pulled the sword from the sheath slowly to give the full grinding sound of metal on metal. She inspected the broken blade.
"If Logan needed it back, he would've come for it himself."
"As you have already assumed, I am here for myself." She sheathed the blade and turned to him. "I do not wish to have an altercation, please, stand aside and I will leave."
He sighed and took a step forward. "And I can't let you leave with it."
Laura arched a brow. "That is not an option." He put his hand to his visor and was ready to strike. "It's location is compromised and needs to be moved again for safety."
Scott scoffed. "And where are you going to hide it? You really think the Avengers will do a better job?"
"While the X-Men do have a better history of protecting what is their own, I intend to hide the Murisma blade from everyone. I hope that by doing this, it protects everyone rather than needlessly endangering the lives of the people here. This weapon is too powerful to be left alone."
"Which is exactly why its hidden here."
"I am no fool Cyclops. It is here in case you need the fail safe. In case one day, you are not able to control Wolverine."
Scott took a deep breath as if he was about to yell at Laura.
A pink light appeared next to them and both looked into it. Laura flipped her wrist to see her watch. Right on time.
The light dispersed and Laura was looking at Deadpool carrying Pixie on his back. She removed an arm from around his neck to cover her face while she laughed. "And then what happened?"
He shrugged. "I used the cord from the lamp to tie him up and threw him from the 42nd floor window. But the damn cheap hotel had their ducky lamp ziptied to the wall so he just dangled there for awhile. Meanwhile, Marty's jumpin up and down in the fountain screamin 'I lived, now I want to live' or somethin. Oh, hi Laura."
Scott reset his phaser from stun to kill. "Deadpool?"
He shrugged and let Megan down. "Don't get jealous, I was about to get to you." Scott didn't say anything. "What, you want a piggy back ride to? I know it's difficult to live in my shadow and all, but if I'm gonna scratch your back, your gonna have to give me a uniform and a life time supply of massage oils." Scott was still confused. "For, ya know, when you're not lookin and I finally wear Frost down."
His confusion turned to anger. Like everyone else, he would rather give Deadpool what he wanted than have to deal with him. "Why are you here?"
"Well, I'm here for my ward." He pointed his index fingers at Laura who only arched a brow. He turned back and held his arms wide with a smirk. "But if I knew I was gonna be here for a job interview, I wouldda worn a suit."
Scott sighed. "You can't be an X man, you're not a mutant."
Deadpool piffted. "Please, then why was Prodigy allowed to stay when he lost his powers in the New X-Men."
Scott seemed confused momentarily. "That was different."
"It's cuz I'm white huh?" Scott shook his head in disbelief. "I fall under the grotesticly mutilated category. Well, one day Cyclops, one day there will be a million man march in the Midwest that will allow me my rights to be ugly and" Laura started to laugh deep in her chest. "Typical women. Messin up a good joke before ya even get to the punch line."
Her chuckles to herself turned into hard laughs that left everyone in the room more than confused. In fact, slightly scared. The other three were standing on edge as she doubled over.
Pixie swallowed hard. "Umm, Laura, you okay?"
Laura looked to the dark corners of the room through the tears and fits of laughs. "Deadpool is the least of our concerns." She pulled the blade from the sheath and waited with a smile on her face. She sniffed the air and found him. She ran at him into the darkness.
A male chuckled. "Didn't dad ever tell you you're not supposed to run with knives?"
The three others listened to the sound of the two fighting. They were going everywhere and moving in every direction.
Deadpool jabbed Cyclops in the side. "Can't your eye thing like, light up the area, or something?"
Scott looked down at the shadows with a hand on his visor. "they're moving too fast, I could hurt one of them."
Deadpool crossed his arms. "Yea. Cuz, hitting an enemy verses hitting a girl with a healing factor would be wrong. Hey," he snapped his fingers, "know what else temporally lights and area?" He pulled a gun and started to randomly shooting in the darkness.
Scott hit his hands to knock the gun out.
"What?"
Laura was kicked back from the shadows into the light with three bullet wounds in her back and a sword wound in her shoulder. She coughed up some blood and wiped the remainder with the back of her hand. She pushed herself to her feet and popped her claws.
The man appeared from the shadows with the sword in hand. His black Mohawk gave him away and Deadpool smiled excitedly. He pulled his other gun and stepped toward Daken. "Oh hell yea, it's a party now."
"No guns." Laura said as he approached her. "There are bystanders here, you risk shooting them."
"Uh, yea. Hence their name, target range, I mean bystander."
She used her claws to cut his gun in half. "No guns."
Deadpool took a dramatic inhale. "Molly!" with a grunt he dropped the guns and pulled out his katanas. "Why is it always the ones I love the most?"
Daken took the sword into both hands but was only looking at Laura. "I think I'll hand delver your head to Wolverine."
"Take a picture of his facial expression for me." Deadpool shouted as they both charged him. "I imagine it will be something between shock and expected results." Deadpool went for a cut to the stomach while Laura aimed for the vital areas. Daken used his tactics to appear in places where they couldn't see but Laura could smell him, anticipating his movements but only momentarily.
Forced to stand back to back, Deadpool and Laura were making some headway. The wounds from the Murisma blade weren't healing and she had to think of something. Deadpool had on blade out ready to strike. Laura took his defending sword and with her claws cut off a portion of the tip. Deadpool turned to see his weapon shorter as she cut his other. Daken appeared in the space she left open for him behind her.
She flipped forward, using her foot claw to cut the Murisma blade like Deadpools.
Daken continued to rush forward towards her. Laura dodged his attacks. He would mix up sword and claws to keep her on her toes. His claws she didn't care about, but the sword was a different matter.
Deadpool was trying to attack him while he was distracted with Laura. However, because he can never stop talking, he gave away his position allowing Daken to knock the offensive sword out of his hands.
Laura ran to the discarded sword and threw it into Dakens chest.
Daken looked at the sword protruding his chest, then at her with a smile. He used a free hand to pull it out and now held two swords. She was weaponless again. She fought the urge to smirk.
With her claws brandished, she charged into battle again. Daken shoved Deadpool aside and slit his throat with his own sword. The two ferals danced and tried to get attacked by the other.
Deadpool rejoined the fight. Daken's strength was divided between the two swords allowing Laura to knock the Murisma from Daken's hand and claiming it as hers. She spun to Deadpool and switched out swords. Laura continued the onslaught on Daken who still assumed she had the blade. He took it from her and used it to defend against Deadpools attacks. Laura stabbed him in the liver and tore out a portion of his side.
Daken fell to his knees, but not before slicing off Deadpool's hand holding the Murisma. He quickly retrieved it. Laura saw the implication that he knew her plans and decided it needed to end now.
She tried to stab Daken in the carotid, but he used his misplacement ability and appeared to a weakened area. Instincts, not the kind you're usually proud of, took over and she retraced her claws and held an arm up to defend herself. Daken stabbed her with the Murisma through the arm and into her shoulder.
She released a slight grunt from the pain. She pushed through the pain and revolved her arm so that the aniantioum claw kept the sword from cutting off her arm. She pivioted and took the Murisma as her own.
Daken laughed causing her to smile. "You're running out of tricks, X."
She looked at the blade then at him. "I still have three more." He waggled a brow as he took a few menacing steps towards her. "Pixie dust."
Daken a quick "huh" before the sound of Pixies wings gave away her position above him. Laura broke her own nose so that the smell of blood would distort her sense of smell and not succumb to the dust.
Daken's arms dropped and he seemed to stare off into space with a goofy grin on his face. Laura walked past him to Cyclops. She held the sword out to Cyclops. "Destroy it."
"Better idea." Deadpool was trying to reattach his hand as he walked towards her with one broken katana. "Give it to me. Promise I'll put it so some good use. Like hacking up watermelons, or watermelons that have that usually annoying skull underneath."
Laura ignored him. "Destroy it now." Cyclops only gave a look of defiance. "Daken will stop at nothing to get it. He needs to see it destroyed."
"Seriously," Deadpool pulled a gun on her and pulled the hammer back. "Give me the sword."
Laura was listening past Deadpool. Daken was coming too from the dust quicker than most. And from the scent, Frost and Jubilee were running towards them. "Destroy it or I find out if a Cyclops works like a gorgon."
Daken and Deadpool both laughed, but Dakens was a bit darker than Wilsons. Deadpool spun and pointed the muzzle at the Daken who walked past him with indifference. "Give me the sword, and I'll put that little friend of yours out of her misery."
Laura looked over her shoulder as Daken grew closer. "Destroy it."
"It's too valuable." Summers had his hand to his visor and was ready to strike Daken down.
With a nod, Laura punched Summers across the face, knocking his visor off. Daken ran towards her to protect the sword, but Deadpool met him half way and kept him entertained with a blaze of bullets.
Laura held Summers eyes open and pointed his optic blasts at the sword she threw to the ground.
Daken watched she manhandled Summers into submission and melted the sword into a puddle of metal.
Laura released Summers and whispered for him to close his eyes. She retrieved his visor from the floor and reattached it to his eyes for him.
"No metal skeleton right?" Deadpool asked as he cut Dakens right hand off. Deadpool jumped back as Emma Frost made it to the fighting area and gave a telekinetic force push to Daken off her island. Deadpool waved goodbye to Daken with his own severed hand.
Deadpool looked over at Frost who had a look of pure hatred. "You are lookin hot ta-day-ey" he sang. She turned her glared to him. "Or cold. It's hard to tell with you sometimes."
A 'kapow' attracted his attention of Summers giving the same punch to Laura that she gave him. "Do you have any idea" he shouted at her
Deadpool shot a round off into the air. Everyone looked at him. "Where's my sword?"
Cyclops shot him across the room and returned his attentions back to Laura. "You could've killed everyone here on this island. I could've sank this entire place. You need to start thinking about your actions before you do them. There's a reason I said no. You're just like Logan. You never listen. You never think of the long term. All you care about is the damn mission."
"Jeeze dude," Jubliee pipped in. "Relax. Nothing happened. We're all fine." Jubliee put her hand on Laura's shoulder. "Come on. Docter Narfious can look at your arm."
Scott scoffed. "She's faking it."
Jubliee gave an incredulous look. "Really? Because this smells like real blood?"
"He is right." Laura said for herself. "I am 'faking it'." She wiped the blood away from her arm and watched it heal. "Daken needed to think it was the real Murisma. That's why I never gave him time to test it."
Scott looked like he was about to blow a gasket. But Frost shouted with him "You knew it was fake?"
"Yes. He needed to see it destroyed to believe that it was destroyed. And now with the schism of the two mutant factions, Logan will not bring it here. No longer giving Daken a need to return and possibly harming the mutants of Utopia."
Frost slapped her. "You led him here, tricked him into thinking that his source of power was still here. And then used us to lie to him into believing " she had to breathe to realize how angered she was. "You're just like Logan."
"As his clone"
"Shut up." Frost warned. Small particles of rock started to float around her.
With a nod, Laura looked up to Pixie who was hovering over the incident. "You should return to New York."
"What about-"
"My school is 347.9758 kilometers north of here and I will return Deadpool his transporter. Thank you for your assistance."
Pixie hovered down to the floor and hugged Laura. "If you ever need anything."
Laura put a hand on Megans shoulder. "I will. Thank you."
Megan smiled at her and teleported back to Jean Grays. Deadpool was on his way back to the group. Laura met him half way and gave him his teleporter that she had attached her belt.
Deadpool took it with an arched brow. He looked past her at Frost who was simply livid. "You weren't kidding. They really don't like you here."
"I am aware."
He put a hand on her head. "Just makin sure you remember." He put a hand up and waved. "HI Dom!"
"Oh what the hell?" She asked from across the room. "Permission to kill him" she asked as she looked though her sights at Deadpool. Laura turned to her, and Domino slowly lowered the high powered rifle.
Deadpool leaned down slightly. "Does Dom fall into the category of people who are afraid of you?"
"Sometimes."
He gave a nod. "Noted."
Frost levitated both of them slightly. "Leave my island now."
"Oh oh, check this out." Deadpool pushed himself into a summersault in the air. "Weeeeee."
With a sigh, Laura pressed the teleporter button.
