The next morning, Molly woke up with Wade laying next to her. Two reasons whys she shared a bed with Wade. One: there was only one bed in their apartment. Two: Molly couldn't sleep unless someone was laying next to her. She just laid in bed staring at the ceiling wishing she could make the pain go away until Wade teleported into her room at nearly five in the morning.
There were a lot of bullet holes in his armor that Molly would have to patch up for him. Fixing up his armor had come naturally to her so it became her job. He plopped down on the bed next to her and she curled up putting her head against his side. She fell asleep instantly.
She looked over at the clock sitting on the nightstand. Three in the afternoon. It felt about right. She felt her head remembering the headache she had. She was more than happy that it was gone now. She smacked Wade in the face.
"Come on, Wade. Time to get up." He shot up and pushed Molly out of bed. "Why do you have to slap me? You always slap me. A gentle shake of the shoulder and a whisper of my name is enough to wake me up."
"The last time I did that, you grabbed my ass and tried to kiss me," Molly said poking her head over the side of the bed.
"It was worth it even if you did shove my sword in my crotch." Molly rolled her eyes. She smacked his shoulder and stood up. She started making her way to the bathroom across the room. "You know, baby, I hate to see you go, but I love watching you leave." Molly glared back at him then shut the door.
She began her morning routine. She tried to get Wade to start taking better care of himself, but his defense was he wasn't trying to impress anyone. And in Molly's defense, she slept under his arm and his pits stunk. He started showering at least once a week. Partially just to shut her up.
She walked into the living room and sat down next to Steve.
"Good afternoon," he said. "Feeling better?" Molly nodded rubbing her eyes. Wade came in and plopped down on her lap and wrapped his arms around her neck. She grunted glaring at him.
"What the hell, Jackass!?"
"I'm bored, Bitch!"
"Don't you dare call her that in front of me," Steve growled next to them. Molly and Wade looked at him then to each other.
"Come on, dude, it's just a joke." Steve stood from his spot and pokinted a finger in Wade's face.
"Joke or not, you do not speak to a lady like that."
"Hey, you hear that? Steve called me a lady. I'm a lady, Wade!" She pushed Wade off her and stood. "Thank you, Steve. You're the first man that has ever called me that."
Steve gave her a kind smile that only Steve could give.
"I'm bored!" Wade yelled behind them. Molly crossed her arms turning around. He was laying on his back spread eagle. Molly kicked his foot to get his attention. Steve moved away from them.
"What do you want to do?"
"I don't know, what do you want to do?"
"I don't know, what do you want to do?" This conversation repeated itself for quite some time. Steve left after a short while because it got rather annoying to him. Molly and Wade sat down next to each other on the couch saying the sentence back and forth. Tony walked into the room and stopped dead in his tracks when he heard their conversation.
It caught his interest because he shared their prediciment. He began to search his genius mine for any ideas. About fifty popped up, but only one stuck out. He walked over and stood behind the couch. He leaned down between them.
"Let's go to the lake," he said. Molly jumped up off the couch and turned to him.
"Tony you're a genius! Let's go to the lake right in the middle of Manhattan!" she praised clapping her hands sarcastically. Tony slapped his forehead.
"Hello, billionaire here! We'll be there in no time."
"Well then, let's do it!" Molly said.
"Holy balls! This boat is as big as the lake!" Molly yelled. The boat was more along the lines of a yacht. It was a good sixty feet long with a cabin a little less than half the length that seemed to support beds, bathrooms, and a kitchen. The rest on the front was built like a porch with a couple benches lining the sides big enough to fit five people, six if they squeezed together. A couple of fishing seats sat up at the very front. On top was a wheel to steer vessel. It was enclosed with metal fencing with a canopy over it. That was all Molly could see.
Molly wore a black bikini with a white skirt over top of it with a pair of black sunglasses. Wade stood next to her wearing black and red swimming trunks, black and red sandles, bright yellow floaties and a yellow ducky tube around his waist along with his mask. Everyone tried to ignore his scarred flesh except Molly.
Pepper wore a floral one piece. Tony wore red trunks that looked eerily similar to the color of his Iron Man suit. Clint wore blue trunks. Steve wore red, white, and blue trunks. Bruce wore a dark green.
"The Iron Ninny? Seriously?"
"Ninny was the first thing that came to mind," Tony said as if it wasn't a big deal.
"Not Ninny, you Ninny! Iron! What is it with you and iron? You're Iron Man and your suit isn't even made of iron." Tony shot a look at her.
"And how would you know that?" he inquired. Molly gave him her innocent smile then jumped on board.
"I really hate that smile," he said crossing his arms.
"Try living with it," Wade said hopping on next.
"Tell me about it," Clint said right behind him.
"Why is he wearing floaties?" Pepper asked.
They anchored off in the middle of the lake. Alcoholic drinks of all sorts were passed out. Molly settled on a beer since she said she was going fishing.
She walked up to the front of the boat, baited her hook and threw it out in the water. She plopped down in her chair and propped her feet up on the railing. She leaned her head back. As much as it would be stereotypical to hate the sunlight, she was actually quite fond of it. It seemed to heal her. Relax her. The air smelled like fish and wet dirt. The leather seat felt warm on her back.
The relaxation was short lived when water splashed all over her.
"Dammit, Wade!" she yelled shooting up. Wade was down in th ewater laughing at her. She grabbed her fishing pole and started beating him with it. Then she jumped over the edge grabbing his throat.
They fought until Molly had enough and got back on the boat. Wade simply teleported. Molly wrapped a towel around her waist.
"You owe me a fishing pole," Tony said from the helm. Molly put her hands on her hips looking up at him.
"You know, you're awful cheap to be so rich."
"That's how you stay rich."
"Says the man who has over five million in cars alone."
"Touche."
Molly turned to the front of the boat. Clint sat in the seat next to hers fishing off the other side of the boat. She bit her lip as she watched him. She knew she needed to be around him. Maybe then something would trigger a memory. She drummed her fingers on her hipbones then walked back to the front of the boat and grabbed another fishing pole.
She sat down not saying a word, though she wore a small smile. She glanced at him and saw he wore a similar smile. They sat in silence for a moment.
"We used to do this a lot, you know." Molly gave him her undivided attention. "That was one thign you and Remy didn't have in common. You wanted to be all stereotypical southerner so you learned all the tricks of the trade." Molly grinned. She was glad to hear she still had some of her old habits. It made her feel more her and not some made up character. "We'd always have little wagers to who could catch the biggest fish." Molly grinned. She liked the way that sounded. She stood up and walked to the back of the boat and rummaged through her bag until she found a stack of ten thousand dollars.
"Hey, that's mine!" Wade yelled at her. She ignored him walking back up to the front. Wade, not liking being ignored, especially by Molly, growled. He teleported in frotn of her stopping her. "That's my money." She waved it in front of his face.
"Possession is nine tenths of the law."
"That law makes no sense. Give it back!"
"Make me," Molly challenged. Wade went to reach for his guns, but realized he didn't have them. Molly grinned at him. she stepped around him.
"I hate you," Wade growled.
"No you don't."
"I try," Wade defended.
"I'll give you that much." Wade teleported up top and stared to fire up the grill.
Molly threw down the stack of bills.
"How's about we keep up the tradition?" she asked. Clint chuckled.
"Can't sat I have that kind of money on me right now," Clint said. Molly frowned.
"Then what do we wager?" Clint thought about it for a moment, then grinned.
"How about this; I catch the biggest fish, I get that money. You catch the biggest fish, you get a kiss." Molly blinked.
"From who?" Clint scoffed.
"From me." Molly blushed. Was he serious? Could she kiss him? God knew she wanted to, but once it happened, could she go through with it?
"Deal." Clint's heart thudded. This could be it. Maybe if he kissed her then maybe he could trigger something. Anything. He didn't care.
He watched her sit in her chair. He watched how her body moved. He watched the way hrelegs looked as she propped them up on the rail. He could see her tattoo peeking out over her bikini bottoms. He watched as her breasts rose and fell with each breath. He swallowed hard and tore his vision away from her.
"Would you stop that you guys? They need their privacy!" Pepper hissed to Steve, Bruce and Tony as they poked their heads up over the side of the side of the top deck. Pepper could see Tony spying, but not Steve or Bruce.
"I'm simply observing," Bruce said. "For scientific purposes." Pepper didn't believe that.
"I'm watching just to make sure she doesn't go crazy on us again," Steve said. Pepper didn't believe that either.
"I'm watching because it's fun," Tony said. Okay, Pepper could believe that.
Wade teleported next to Bruce causing everyone to jerk. "Popcorn?" he asked holding up a bowl of freshly popped popcorn. Steve grabbed a handful and shoved it in his mouth.
"You guys are pigs," Pepper said taking a drink of her wine. Tony turned and looked at her.
"Oh yeah, like it's any better than those shows of yours." Pepper rolled her eyes. "Come on, Pep. You know it's just bugging you to see what's going on down there." Pepper hated it when Tony did stuff like that. She really didn't care until Tony said something. She drank the rest of her wine and sat down next to Tony in the floor and poked her head over the side.