Bannette

Deadpool Edition

It was all new to her. The sensation of touch, of the overwhelming physical presence of another person. It wasn't scary like she had thought, in fact, he made it fun. No suffocating protocol, no doctors in lab coats studying her every move. Just the two of them together.

He had no problem in showing his preference for her. Neither one of them were especially gifted with the skill of flowery words or expression. He talked a lot and they used touch to convey their feelings. He taught her how to talk with ease, words constantly spilling out from his mouth without end. She always wondered how he got so good at it. Speaking became easier with him and she was slowly becoming comfortable in their banter.

They were trouble together. It was exhilarating, to be honest. Someone who was on par with her durability and endurance. His overworking healing factor meant that he could bounce back from whatever hit she dealt him when they fought each other for fun. When they would go out into the city to stir up some fights or trouble of their own, they were a force to be reckoned with.

She didn't care about his scarred skin and rough appearance. Looks didn't matter to her. She wasn't even aware of how she looked most of the time. The same rule applied to him as well. She was also rough in appearance with her unevenly cut hair, sallow skin complexion, thousand yard stare, unbridled strength, and complete lack of social skill. Not exactly a prize of a woman. Nonetheless, he spent time with her, even taking her into his rundown apartment. It was because of him that she was able to tentatively step back into the real world...

Dr. Banner and Tony Stark were in the kitchen of Stark tower, surrounded by their typical technology as they tried to multitask with work and making something to eat. They had lost track of the numerous hours that slipped by since their last meal and it was best to eat something before one of them slumped over from lack of sustenance. The original plan was to let Dum-E bring them food but that plan fell through when the robot dropped the tray down the flight of stairs. It was a nice thought but a failed attempt. Tony then suggested that they call Bridgette and try to convince the girl to bring them a snack but Bruce simply laughed off the idea, knowing full well that the girl would not oblige to the millionaire genius' childish request.

"Sir," came the voice of Jarvis over the intercom.

"What's up, J?" asked Tony, reading one of his pulled up screens and trying to spread peanut butter on toast. Unfortunately, his hand caught most of the spread.

"There seems to be an intruder on the lower floor," informed the AI. Dr. Banner perked up immediately, his brow lowering in concern. The lower floor was where the gyms were kept and that was where Bridgette spent most of her time training.

"Bring up the screen," instructed Bruce before Tony could interject. The genius raised an interested brow at his friend, not too worried about some intruder. If luck was against the intruder, then he would run into Bridgette first and she would take him out. She saved Stark quite a bit of money by acting as security and defense. Not that he would tell her that directly. She might ask for a salary. Besides, she most likely found it to be good fun.

The screen was brought up as requested and it displayed the gym where the Ricochet spent her time. In the room, two figures could be seen clashing. His girl and some figure in red and black knocked heads and fists were drawn back as they plowed into each other. Before the doctor could sprint for the staircase, Tony grabbed his arm and steered him toward the elevator.

"What're you-"

"Doc, we're on the top floor of Stark Tower," he explained casually as they stepped onto the lift and pressed the desired button, making the doors slide close. "Taking the elevator is a whole lot faster than running down fifty-five flights of stairs, no matter how your passion burns for the kid," he teased. Bruce tried to sputter some sort of excuse but Tony simply patted him on the back before leaning against the wall of the lift.

"Don't worry. By the time we get there, Bridgette's going to have him trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey for us."

- .. . .

Bonnie, the lab puppy, was barking as the two figures continued to run and crash into each other. Bridgette couldn't help the laughter that escaped her as they collided once more. Muscle meeting muscle, fingers digging into each other as they fought to overpower their opponent. It was so familiar to her, it was odd to think how she could have forgotten anything about it. The rest of the world fell away as she play-fought with her first friend after escaping Hydra. The person who knew her when she was only a shell of a human being. Ironically, he was the one paid to seek her out and kill her so to return her to Hydra, but that was in the past.

He managed to flip her head over heels but her back only touched the ground for a moment before she was on her feet again and tackling him to the ground. She managed to slam her shoulder into his side and force him to the ground with her pinning him in victory.

"You've gotten sloppy since I've been gone," she laughed breathlessly. Fighting with him was much better than any workout she could do on her own. Sparring with Steve Rogers was close but he wouldn't fight her full force as he was too nice to do so. She didn't look as if she could take a hit, but the mercenary beneath her hardly cared.

Hi! Deadpool here, interrupting your overdue fanfiction update, but don't mind me.

Actually, I take that back. Pay attention to me instead! After all, it's the "Deadpool Edition" according to the title. So, that means I'm calling the shots!

Oh, sorry. I'll stop with the "bold" and "center" typing. I just wanted to catch your attention.

There, that's better. Much less yell-y.

So, hi! How's it going? How're the kids? Still avoiding your schoolwork? Shame, shame, your educ-macation is important! Take it from me, a qualified adult!

Anyways, let's try to focus, shall we?

You're here to read about my interaction with the main character of this story, Bridgette Smith, aren't you? Otherwise, I think you clicked the wrong link. So, see yourself out by clicking that red 'X' in the top right corner. Go on, I can wait.

Oh, that closed all your tabs? Well that's what you get for listening to a fictitious character, no matter how charming. I don't blame you though, I'm pretty persuasive. That's actually how this Word file was even opened, because the writer just saw my new movie (Deadpool, opening Valentine's Day weekend 2016! It's the perfect date-night movie!) and she couldn't resist my allure.

Right, right, the point. I'll try to keep the movie promotion to a shameless minimum.

Meeting Bridgette Smith was an…interesting experience, to say the least.

I was contacted by an organization to do my job and murder someone, a fairly normal Thursday for me and I didn't really think anything of it. A job was a job and it meant money and a way to fill my afternoon with plans. Though the remark regarding my target was strange.

"When you face Patient Erskine, you must fight her with the intent to kill," said the creepy man.

Why mysterious man, aren't you paying me to kill her? I asked, of course.

"She needs to be returned to us. You will be unable to kill her."

In typical bad-guy fashion, the information was cryptic but I didn't really think of it. Like I said, I needed some plans for the day.

And to be perfectly honest, it wasn't too hard to find her. Almost like the writer wanted to have moments overlap nicely.

Back to the point, the target looked like an escaped patient. She was wearing clothes that didn't fit, her hair was messy, and she was so tense it was weird that the city noises didn't set her off. But when I jumped to the nearest fire escape, she flinched and looked. Oh she was very alert and that made things fun.

When she turned down an alley I figured that meant she was ready to confront me, even if she didn't actually see me. Which was too bad because I was having a good time but duty calls. She was standing there with her arms folded as she waited for me. Yep, she looked like a evil person's patient. Her skin was so pale I couldn't help but vaguely wonder when was the last time she saw the sun? A long time patient then.

"You're pretty quick there, toots."

Despite the obvious exhaustion and dark shadows under her eyes, she was watching me very intently. I mean, could you blame her? I'm a very attractive man. Tall, broad shoulders, and huge—Okay, that's too far for this kind of audience. Forgot this is only rated 'T' for teens. Whoops! Ahem, point being, her eyes were exceptionally sharp for someone in her state. Like she was taking inventory of me and predicting what was about to happen.

Surprisingly, she answered my charming opening statement with a soft "Ja…"

"German girl?" I asked in her language. Hey, don't act so surprised. I'm the Merc with a Mouth for a reason, I can talk in whatever language I need to. I've even added it to my resume, right after, Really good at killing people with random stuff. Good for upper management.

Her mouth gave a twitch and she spoke again, shifting smoothly to English. I think she was doubting my proficiency in her proper language and that's odd that someone like her would take anyone else's ability into consideration. Hmmm…

She asked if I was there to kill her and she obviously knew the answer, and I broke it to her gently, of course.

"That's my job, sweetheart. Too bad though. Might've scored with you."

I'm so smooth.

Instead of begging me to spare her life or to convince me otherwise, she only warned me that it wouldn't work. She even asked if I was fond of my katanas, advising against using them. She suggested a gun and I took her up on the invitation and shot her. The bullet connected with the center of her forehead and ricocheted away.

Yes, that was a pun.

I tried again but the same thing happened, so I drew my trusty blade ad pressed it against the side of her neck. Her skin remained intact, holding firm against my very powerful pressure.

"Careful…your toy might break…"

Since we're all about honesty here, that was the moment where I knew that I liked the girl. Apart from physicality, it was that she was making a joke in the face of certain death. Certain death being me, Deadpool. She wasn't afraid of me or what I could do. I think she was fascinated with the fact that someone was talking to her. It probably sounds shallow or narcissistic but I could see myself in her, in a way. Could you imagine two Deadpools? Kinda like that. A before and after kind of thing.

So I didn't kill her, as you know. I cut off her long hair and told her to change her look if she wanted to evade Hydra.

And that brings us up to speed I think. I've been mentioned in passing like in The Ricochet chapter seven where you get a lot of her background, and then mentioned in Faux Pas chapter seven. Huh, weird. Oh, but I love the flashback in chapter four where she's approached by General Ross and his men. The girl's after my own heart, beating the shit out of people and shit-talking up a storm. They grow up so fast.

Right, I'm supposed to give you some insight to our relationship if you will. Well, the short version is that I took her under my wing and taught her how to fly on her own like the baby bird she was. While that sounds like a nice metaphor, what really happened was that she somehow followed me back to my place. I do pride myself on my acts of subtly, I was interested that she followed me as I was just partially paid to try and kill her. As fate would happen, it also began to rain after our encounter, which is perfect scripting for me having to provide shelter. I mean, I did let her stay after she somehow broke in. Maybe a blind lady isn't the best security to have for a super-secret base. Huh.

Any-hoo, the kid didn't talk much at first. Or at all really. Her comments would be few and far in between and you know that's not how I live. Fortunately, she was smart and she was picking up on my mannerisms. Seriously, a proud parent moment. I did wonder how long she had been with Hydra and what her habits were before everything went to hell. Was she copying me like a child would or was she picking it up so easily because she had a similar personality?

And if you were wondering about the more physical side of our bizarre arrangement…Well, that's not appropriate for this rating of fanfiction and not actually any of your business. Geez, just search with a "M" rating if you're looking for stuff like that. A gentleman never tells.

But I'm no gentleman, we were totes a thing. A strange thing, but a pair nonetheless. If we were Facebook official it would be "It's Complicated".

Speaking of complicated, as Bri was usually by my side that meant that she caught a lot of trouble with me. Trouble does love company, oh wait, isn't the phrase "misery loves company"? Ah whatever, we got into trouble a lot and by that it meant that we caught attention in some not so nice ways.

Oh yeah, I call her Bri, it's a heck of a lot faster. I'm surprised that no one else does.

AKA we were on the X-Men's radar. Whoopie. That really just meant that we got to play Dodge-The-Metal-Man when he came looking for us. It wasn't exactly difficult, Colossus was larger than life and completely chrome. He stood out like a sore metallic thumb. I really don't know why they kept sending him after me since I always get away. Maybe he's the best recruiter? Heck of a lot better than the grumpy Australian—I mean, Wolverine.

Don't get me wrong, Colossus is a nice guy. A complete goody-two-shoes and perfect for the title of X-Men but he never quite understood why I wouldn't join up with them and neither would Bri. Though, between you and me, the kid likes Colossus just fine, appreciates what the X-Men stand for and all, but she's been cooped up and observed her entire life. So joining an organization whose leader could read minds wasn't exactly high up on her list of things to do. It didn't mean that she passed up to talk or play fight with him though. I think she enjoyed teasing them as much as I did.

Oh, you're confused? This previous history wasn't mentioned in Faux Pas? Well, do you expect her to explain every single moment? The narration would go on for ages and the plot would never keep moving forward. Trust me, the writer would love to work on too much backstory but the plot would get lost in the process. Plus, isn't it fun to see where Bri's been every time there's a new Marvel movie released? The bonus of being a flexible character with no real roots to hold her down and incentive to keep moving (Hydra, General Ross, her own interest) you meet all sorts of people. Weirdos tend to attract one another.

Not to mention, if Brucey-Wucey, the Hulkster, learned all of this info his heartrate would skyrocket. That'd be a fun game to play. Don't worry, I'm not going to, though it's tempting. I know Bri likes him and all.

See? Now we're getting to the good stuff.

This is the longest Bri has ever stayed relatively stationary, being with the Avengers. I think it's good for her. It keeps her busy and out of trouble, like an after school program. A program for the super-powered anyway. From what I've been able to see, she's being doing really well, even her relationship with Dr. Hulk is sort of normal. She did always seem to like those big guys. Maybe for the thrill of still being able to overpower them? She liked to surprise people with her strength and durability, crushing any non-threatening clichés assumed because of her womanly form.

Yep, she's learned from the best.

Don't let her friendly demeanor throw you off. As I'm sure you've noticed, she still has her own dark thoughts and an unhealthy draw to adrenaline. "The Call of the Void" I think it's called. It's when you're standing on the ledge of something and you feel that urge to step off, just to see. Not because you want to be hurt or anything, you just want to feel the rush. That's Bri. She feels that call pretty strongly which is why she's the first to volunteer to go into a dangerous situation. Sure, she'll be fine because of her power but there's a darker edge to her Devil-May-Care attitude. While she may be good at smiling and talking now, I can still see that shadow hanging over her. It's like looking in a mirror.

Maybe I'm being morbid, I probably am, but I think about it when I see her on the news with the rest of the A-team. First to fight, first in line to defend the others. You should've seen her against the Hulk in Age of Ultron.

Oh? That wasn't written yet? Well, if the writer ever gets around to it, she'll post updates and scene ideas here rather than writing an entire film from Bri's perspective again. Ideas may include: scenes from Age of Ultron, alternative pairings, different story outcomes, or fun scenes. So if she ever gets around to it, prepare yourself. Bri takes one hell of a beating. Going against a mind-magic Hulk isn't at the top of my To-Do List. I suppose that's what happens when you love someone. Especially if someone as damaged as Bri loves you. She'll take on the weight of the world to save you because she knows that she can take it and she has zero regard for her own personal safety. A dangerous combination.

Lucky bastard, that Hulk.

Well, this chapter is getting pretty long. What are we at? Over three-thousand words? That's a pretty good pace to stop for now. Just wanted to step in, introduce myself and share my highly valued opinions of the story and its main character. Now I'm going to go grab some tacos. All this writing has made me hungry.

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