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August 15th, 2016, Clarkstown, Rockland County, State of New York

"So good cop and bad cop?" Wade asked me as he was driving. My feet were on the dash.

"Who will be good cop? I'm not," I drawled back, filing my nails.

"I have to admit, I didn't meet you until after you left Aksel but damnnnn!" I raised a brow at him. "I love the antihero persona Addie, love it. Love the new dress code as well."

"Yeah well, I had a super model helping me when I got back to New York. Anyway, Caliban can find any mutant if he's paid, he used to give our names to these underground mutant fights organizers."

"So you're paying him?"

"I'll let him live, it's more than enough."

"Damn, Captain America hiding the thing with your parents really did a number on you."

"Well, he was my childhood hero. I tried the bad guy way with Aksel, didn't work. I tried the good guy way with Steve, look where it landed me. Might as well combine the two and stop pretending I have a pure heart and shit." I rolled my eyes. "I mean, Ajax escaped the Raft with his girlfriend when Steve broke us out."

"You should have let me kill the motherfucker," he growled, clenching the steering wheel.

"Trust me, I know."

A month ago, I asked Brian if he could help me fly back to New York. He accepted and even told me I could crash somewhere. Unbeknownst to me, his twin sister Betsy, a super model I had seen in magazines, with purple hair and eyes, let me stay at her place. She was a mutant and was against the Accords, opting for staying low regarding her mutant abilities instead of signing them. She helped change my look to be more unrecognizable, although she lived in the Upper West Side.

At least I had better than the shitty hotels Steve and Sam probably went to.

Let's...not think about Rogers. We parted ways and with it, my time in the Avengers was buried in the past. I would not go back to my terrorist days, but I had a job to do, and sometimes you had to play along the bad guys to defeat them.

I always said I had a bad moral compass.

My once brown hair was now black. I would now wear dark skinny pants, black boots, dark tops and a long leather coat. Of course, I stayed away from crowded areas and met up with Wade. He had been worried but didn't hesitate to help me. Vanessa was all for it. She was worried, but knew the situation was bad and that even if she didn't want to, Wade would help me.

Wade Wilson, aka Deadpool, was my ride or die. And he was excellent at tracking and found where Caliban was hiding.

"So who's the spider running around New York?" he asked me as he stopped the car.

"Why?"

"I have the deep need to taint his innocence," he replied. "You know, SpideyPool has a great ring to it."

"Sure." I left the car. Wade did as well, putting his mask on. I looked around the deserted parking lot.

"So, hear something?"

"Yeah. He's underneath. The guy's an albinos, can't stand the sun." I showed the small cabana at the end of the parking lot, most likely to keep an eye on the cars. There was no one in there. I ran my hand on the walls and stopped when I felt a cold wind. "Deadpool." Wade came closer and took my place.

"Easy," he mumbled as he forced the door opened. Stairs were going down. "After you." I cracked my neck.

"Let's go play bad cop and bad cop." We went down.

I squinted because of the dark. There were a few tables and a bar.

"What can I do for yo…" Caliban asked us as he came out of the back. He stopped in his tracks when he saw us. "Well, if it isn't a ghost of the past."

"Caliban," I greeted him, walking to him.

"Caliban doesn't deal with Avengers, especially since the Accords." I smirked at him and put my hands on the bar.

"The Accords are a great job opportunity for you, hunt down rogue mutants and such. I'm surprised you're still in this shit hole." He grinned a wicked grin.

"Well, Caliban knows when to stay low."

"I need you to find someone for me."

"How much are you willing to pay?"

"How about I let you live?" He shot Wade a look.

"Is that why you brought the mercenary Deadpool with you?"

"Well, it all depends of you."

"If you don't have any money, you can leave Cryptic." I smiled, batting my eyelashes at him.

Dark matter was wrapped around him in a matter of seconds. I stopped his hands before he could get his gun, made a knife of dark matter and stabbed his hands, sticking them in the wood. He screamed in pain.

"Let me phrase it another way. You find my guy, you don't die. As simple as that." He gritted his teeth.

"It's not a very Avenger thing to do."

"Haven't you heard? We broke up, I don't have to explain myself to anyone anymore." I moved the knife. "Now, do we have an agreement?"

"Yes!" The knife vanished. "You...you couldn't do that before."

"Well people change." He grabbed a cloth and put it on his hands.

"Who do you want?"

"Remy Le Beau." He looked at me weirdly.

"The red-eyed man there was with you and Aksel?" I nodded.

"Find me Gambit and I'll turn a blind eye on your...business." He nodded.

"You have a deal." I went to sit on a table as he did his thing.

"As far as intimidation goes, you've gotten better," Wade commented quietly.

"Yeah well, Black Widow."

I had no idea where they all were. I saw Natasha had broken the Accords on the news and was on the run. Wanda...I didn't know where or what she was doing. I didn't know if Pietro was still at the Compound, or Vis.

Zemo...he turned a small crack into a full gap.

"Found him." I looked at Caliban. "District X." I nodded.

"Thanks." We left and I cursed once in the car. "District X? Isn't that the slum in Manhattan where mutant who refused to sign the Accords all went to?"

"Yes. The D.M.C can't get inside and sending the army would send a very bad message when the Accords are supposed to 'protect everyone'." I bit my thumb nail. "I've been there once, it's violent and a literal city jungle, why would Gambit be there?"

"It's filled with mutants." I looked at him. "What better place to get Weapon X subjects? Especially now that the Accords created a bigger gap and blatant discrimination."

"The promise of making a change," Wade spat. "I'm gonna find Francis and kill him this time."

"Not if I find him first."

August 22nd, 2016, District X, New York

Slums. It was what it was. Slums. It was incredible how quickly it turned into a mutant population. There even was a board at the entrance saying 'Mutant Town'. It was currently night time yet I could see as clear as day. There were fires in trash cans and fights between mutant gangs, prostitution, just crime basically. It was a violent place.

The most striking to me was that most mutant populating this place had a physical mutation. While the D.M.C was staying out of the place, the NYPD would come and discriminate people. I had been there for a few days, hiding in a shitty motel and knew that although there were some mutants fighting crime, it was a minority.

I entered the Power Plant, a bar. I had tried gathering information at nightclubs, but apart from information regarding drug deals and gang wars, I had nothing. It wasn't I didn't care about mutants living in these conditions but...let's be honest, I was on my own, there wasn't much I could do. I needed to find Remy first.

I stirred my straw in my piña colada when someone sat down next to me. I put my straw between my teeth and took a sip.

"I wasn't sure it really was you at first with the number of people here but…" I said to the man, who ordered a drink with a perfect British accent. "You followed me?"

"I followed you since I saw you yesterday." I pursed my lips. "I've got to admit, the new fashion style works to blend in." I smiled faintly and put some money on the table, leaving half my drink full.

I left the bar and went behind it, away from prying eyes. The man followed me, the hood barely hiding the silver hair.

"I have to admit I'm impressed by the British accent Pietro." He smirked.

"Thanks. Now tell me why you're here?"

"Looking for someone, you?" He lost his smirk and looked toward the street.

"It reminds me of Sokovia." I looked down. "We did this. For or against the Accords, it doesn't matter. We all caused this and as usual, nobody seems to care." He shook his head. "I'm trying to fix it."

"You grew up." He almost glared at me. "Do...did you hear from your sister?"

"No. Even if I had, I don't know what would have happened." I didn't really know what to say.

"You live here or still at the Compound?"

"Both. I mean, I don't have an apartment here but...I spend a lot of time here and in the sewers." I frowned.

"Why?"

"It's not just Mutant Town Addie." I almost smiled at the nickname. Finally someone who didn't seem to hate me. "There are other mutants, but they live in the sewers, well the underground tunnels beneath the city. They call themselves the Morlocks. I help them and give them food and supplies."

"The Accords…"

"They were in the tunnels before," he corrected me with his thick Sokovian accent. "But it didn't improve anything. Callisto, their leader, she…she doesn't want to hold back against humans anymore when they steal."

"It won't make anything better."

"I know, that's why I convinced her to let me do that. I'm fast, it's useful in that case. What about you? Why are you here and not with Captain-Know-It-All?" I smirked wryly.

"Let's just say I'm not about to fight with him anytime soon." He raised a brow. "I discovered things, words were exchanged, especially on my part…"

"And your boyfriend?" I shrugged.

"Who knows? And he's not my boyfriend. I'm here because…" I sighed. "Remember England? The guy Brian faced?"

"Yeah, your old acquaintance."

"Yeah. When I was in jail this Malice was there and told me a few things." He frowned, now more serious. "Someone I know located Remy here. At least around here. I've been trying to find him."

"That's bad, there are many people here who'll take any chance they have to make humans pay." I pursed my lips.

"Yeah, I figured that already." I took a deep breath. "Look, I'm aware we caused this...situation, but I can't let Weapon X run free, not when the big bad guy has a sample of my blood and is now interested in me." Pietro widened his eyes.

"He's what!?" I shrugged and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Gosh, Addie…" He shook his head. "I'm going to help you."

"Really?"

"Yes, it's a gold mine for Weapon X here anyway, might as well help you." I nodded.

"Thanks."

"Come, I'll introduce you to Callisto."

I followed him.

October 1st, 2016, Queens, New York

I had gotten myself an apartment in Mutant Town where Pietro would often stay. I'd help him with supplying the Morlocks with what they needed. I still had not found Remy.

Callisto was a woman mutant with enhanced senses. Literally, everything was enhanced, to her sight, although she had lost an eye, to her sense of smell, touch, hearing, strength, everything. She was tough woman but was respected as a leader. It was not hard to see the tough persona was because of whatever happened to her in the past.

She was wary of me at first, but eventually she allowed me to help them, although not stay because I was still a fugitive.

"It will come off without damaging the paint?" I raised a brow at Pietro, sitting on a box in a back alley.

"It's made of vibranium, I'm sure the paint can handle a big black sticker hiding the fact it's Captain America's shield."

I kind of broke into the Compound with Pietro's help. It didn't feel right to still use Tony's tech so I left my katana handles and my earpiece there, taking the shield instead. It was a symbol of resisting against hatred and oppression and only God knew how much we could use something like that right now.

I had been playing vigilante around, earning myself the nickname of Dark Omen. I had found a mask similar to the Winter Soldier's one to hide my lower face, having opted for simple black sunglasses to hide my eyes.

Still, taking the shield had been painfully easy, there was no way Tony had not noticed it missing or my tech being back at the Compound.

"Did Tony ask you anything?"

"No. It's weird."

"He's letting it slide," I told him. "As simple as that." I jumped on my feet, looking at the shield. I grinned and showed my work to Pietro. "We don't see a thing!"

"I hope so, I'm not stealing anymore stickers," he grumbled, pointing at the used stickers on the ground.

"Hey, I needed to try them out." I looked toward the street and put the shield on my back. "Okay, time to play Robin Hood."

There was a delivery truck from the harbor. I shared a look with Pietro and made a shard of dark matter, piercing the tire of the truck. I easily kept it from crashing and Pietro ran to the truck to knock out the driver while I opened the back.

We took what we needed and ran away. I frowned quickly when I realized someone was following us.

"Go!" Pietro nodded and did. I took the shield and threw it, slicing...spider webs?

"Weird, your weapon reminds me of something else!" I rolled my eyes, recognizing the voice.

Spider-Man was glued to the wall.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you steal this delivery truck." I shrugged, the shield still strangely light on my arm. "Not much of a talker?" He shot his web on the shield.

I created dark matter on the side of my hand, made it sharp like a knife and sliced the web, grabbing it to yank it toward me. Before I could kick him, he shot his web above me, on the building and flew above me.

"The little bastard," I mumbled under my breath. I ran after him.

I didn't run far. He was standing, not moving. In front of him was Leech, a mutant with green skin who canceled mutant powers. He was standing in front of the tunnels entrance.

Slowly, he turned toward me.

"Still want to get the supplies back?" I asked him.

"Miss Cryptic?"

"I heard of her. She's gone."

"You're...you're Dark Omen? The one who fights for mutants?" I nodded. "Mister Stark was right then…"

"Would you mind talking more in private? Leech, you can go, it's fine." He nodded and left. I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him away from prying eyes.

There, I removed my glasses and mask.

"You have no idea how quickly you get hot with this," I told him.

"He said it was you," he continued rambling. "He was sure it was you and told me to stay away, that…"

"Peter?" I called him, suddenly recognizing his voice.

"Wh...what? Who's Peter?"

"A kid I met at the library months ago with your voice. Funny how that works."

"Yeah, it's...very funny, yes…"

"What did Tony tell you?"

"Not much, just that you came in the Compound and stole Cap's shield. Oh, him and Miss Potts are engaged now." I smiled faintly.

"That's nice." We stared at each other. "Can you forget what you saw here today?"

"I don't...know, you can't steal from other people, even if…" He sighed. "How many people are there in the sewers?"

"A lot. Don't make me knock you out."

"Alright fine!" he accepted and I grinned. "Just...if I saw you then someone else might as well you know."

"Sure. Come on, go home."

"Yeah, huh...see you." He left, using his webs. I sighed, my hands on my hips.

When I went back to my place in Mutant Town, there was a phone on my pillow. I frowned at looked at it. A sticky note on it said to turn it on and that the code was four zeros.

I turned it on. Away from my apartment.

There was a message. From someone named 'Tiny Dancer'. I took a deep breath and opened it.

'They call themselves the Marauders, work for Essex'. I almost dropped the phone.

What the hell? Who was that? Someone who knew me or my connection with them, who could track me down and get insi…

I widened my eyes and wrote a message back.

'Know anything more Nikita?'.

They would understand.

October 12th, 2016, Mutant Town, New York

"Tiny Dancer? Who's that?" Pietro asked me, opening his burger.

"Honestly? I think it's Natasha." He raised a brow. "It's an Elton John song, so I replied by calling them Nikita, another one of his songs and a Russian name. She replied by saying it was fitting. They knew too much for it to be anyone else anyway."

"So the Marauders."

"I asked around, and I was subtle okay," I added, noticing his narrowed eyes. "They're...huh...mutant-killing mercenaries?"

"Why do you keep bringing bad news?"

"It's...kind of my thing." He swallowed his burger in two bites and stood up.

"Let's go see Callisto." I nodded and leaned toward the wall when something shook the ground. Pietro ran to the window. "Something blew up."

"Let's go."

It was the Shakespeare's, a nightclub. Smoke filled my nose and lungs as the flames licked the sky. People surrounded the place.

"Can you scan the area?"

"Already on it," I replied, expanding my reading field.

Or there was no one in the building, or they were dead, because I didn't feel anyone. I frowned when I heard hectic thoughts trying to escape. I elbowed Pietro before moving, him following me.

I was on my guards, twirling James' knife in my hand.

Pietro sprung into actions when I gestured him to. I hurried to the woman's side, who had a bad burn on her arm, as Pietro sent the man flying in a wall. I recognized the brown trench coat easily.

"Was it a card Nikita?" She grunted in pain.

"I don't know why but I froze."

"Hypnotic charm, literally." Natasha grabbed my shoulder to straighten up. "Pietro, take her to my place, now."

"You sure? That guy…"

"I'm sure." He nodded, grabbed Natasha and fled. Remy stood up and dusted himself before grinning at me.

"It's almost been ten years mon amie!" I stared sternly at him. "Not happy to see me? I was hoping for another kind of reunion."

"Well, let's say I'm not in the mood to chat about the past knowing who you work for." His grin fell.

"I'm just usin' Aksel's old contacts."

"Remy...do you know what you got yourself into?"

"Coming from a fugitive, it's not really impacting."

"Look, I don't want to fight against you for old time sake, but I won't hesitate if it comes to it."

"I'm sure, fighting against allies is kind of your thing." In spite of myself, it hit home.

Germany was in June, four months ago but it was still fresh in my mind.

"If you'll excuse me." He blew up the dark matter I threw at him and left in the night.

Once he was gone, I breathed out and was free to move. Damn him. I hurried home. Nat was laying down on my bed, her tank top raised to her rib cage, the bloody and burn wound on her side looking worst in the bad lightning on my room. Pietro had some medical supplies but didn't seem to really know what to do with them.

"You got yourself in quite the situation Nikita." She smiled faintly through the pain as I started to give her first aid. "Pietro, go get some water." He nodded and vanished.

"Bikinis are really over now," she whispered painfully.

"Right, because you'll totally be ugly once it's healed." I shook my head. "What are you doing here?" She pursed her lips.

"Trying to fix the mess we created. With the Accords, I was afraid...what you were investigating might become worst, so I started investigating." I pursed my lips. "Let's just say what I found was not reassuring. I've been in Mutant Town for a while. I knew Pietro and you were around but I stayed away to be able to follow other leads without endangering you two."

"Thanks," I whispered. "I'll ask you what you discovered once you slept a little. Of course, don't fall asleep just now." She chuckled weakly.

"You won't like it." I frowned at the distant look in her eyes. "You really won't like it."

"We'll talk about it later." Once cleaned, I bandaged the wound and she fell asleep.

I left my room and found Pietro in my used couch.

"She's sleeping."

"What do you think she was doing here?"

"Apparently, the same thing as you. As me. Trying to fix the messy consequences the Accords led to."

"Well, Stark doesn't seem to care."

"He signed and is more famous than all of us Pietro. Him not saying a word about us when he knows I have the shield and am running around playing vigilante is probably the most he can do."

"You really think he knows you're in NYC?"

"Hey, that's what his protege told me." I folded my arms with a pout. "He totally replaced me."

"And he's into inventing stuff," Pietro added under his breath. "It's an upgrade more than a replacement." I looked at him in disbelief.

"You could say he didn't!"

"You'd accuse of lying!"

"So!?" He put his finger on his lips, indicating me to shut up. I pressed my hands on my mouth.

"There's a deadly Russian spy in your room, do you want to wake her up?" I shook my head. "Good."

I would check on Natasha every thirty minutes or so. The next morning, I woke up when someone cleared their throat in front of me. I blinked and yawned, realizing I had been sleeping on Pietro's shoulder. I immediately moved away as he slowly woke up.

"How are you feeling?"

"It still hurts but...I'll live." She sat down on a chair. "There is so many ways people could get inside your apartment Addison."

"Yeah well, I'm not surprised. Have you seen the neighborhood? I have hookers on the sidewalk."

"What happened last night?" Pietro inquired. Nat took a deep breath.

"I think it's better if I tell you what happened since I've been on the run." I nodded. "It was obvious that mutants and enhanced individuals would be targeted because of the Accords, put aside, so I've been keeping a close eye on Mutant Town since it was created. I knew about what you were investigating Addison, so I was careful about anything out of ordinary. Eventually, I noticed people...disappearing, always at the Shakespeare's. Men in suits would go there, clearly looking to recruit people. I managed to gather information and I discovered that some of this man's henchmen would be there last night. I went. Unfortunately, the man they were recruiting was a telepath and noticed me. I fought this man who uses cards. He blew up the building. I managed to escape with this wound, but once outside we continued fighting and he would have won if you had not showed up. Thanks...for that."

"You're welcome. So, what did you discover that I will not like?"

"The workshops in New York are no longer a thing. The Accords make it hard for to operate in the city, but it also allowed them to get a lot more people. They're sent to Canada."

"Canada?" Pietro repeated as I felt shiver run down my spine. Canada and mutants were not a good combination in my mind.

"What's in Canada Nat?" She pursed her lips and lowered her eyes for a second, her now long red hair hiding her face for a second. She took a deep breath and looked at me.

"A place called Neverland." I gulped. "It's a mutant concentration camp."

My blood froze in my veins and Pietro paled. Dread pooled down my stomach.

"But...but it was what nazis had in WW2, I mean we're not...it's 2016," the Sokovian said, shaking his head.

"And yet. I contacted some of my contacts in the KGB, human experimentation have a way to spread among different agencies. From what they told me, Weapon X separated itself from the Weapon Plus Program and is active in the US and Canada. This camp...people, mutants who pass their tests are turned into guinea pigs or Weapon X agents. They're coming here and other places where mutants are discriminated, telling them they can make a change but ultimately, it's to use them."

"Just like the workshops," I added with a lump in my throat. "And they have the Winter Soldier Program, well the methods used to brainwash them and put them under their control" I sighed deeply. "Okay, I'll admit it, I bit off more than I can chew."

"We...need to tell Stark," Pietro admitted. "It's...too big."

"I'd say we find a way to contact Steve and Sam, but I think it would take too much time. This camp has been functioning for more than fourteen months and since the Accords, it just grew."

"Nat, you have to go to the Institute." She blinked.

"Me?" I nodded. "Are you sure?"

"I'm targeted, I can't risk their safety. You're a spy, you know how not to be seen." She was unsure. "Trust me Natasha, you're the only one who can warn the X-Men about this, they need to know. I can't leave Mutant Town or NYC right now, and it would be weird if Pietro suddenly visited them."

"Alright, I'll go. What should I tell them exactly?"

"What you know about Weapon X. Trust me, Logan will be very interested."

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Natasha's alias 'Tiny Dancer' is from the Avengers game on PS5.

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