The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

"She was just sitting on her bed, talking to herself." Logan told Steve and Tony as they sat at the dining room table. Steve had made Tony eat and take a break from checking the computer programing. "Kept muttering about everything being a dream." Logan rubbed his forehead. "What the hell does that even mean?"

Tony shared a look with his partner. "Well, a guy gave her a crown and a sword. That does kinda sound unbelievable," He pointed out before taking a bite of a sandwich. "And she's never quite figured out why people show interest in her, so LeRoux's obsession probably confuses the hell out of her."

"She doesn't know why people like her?" Logan asked, sitting down across from Steve and Tony. "Who doesn't like her?"

"I think it's her family." Steve suggested, his eyes flashing like they do whenever someone talks of her past. "Her biological family," He clarified. "She barely talks about them because they kicked her out of the house at thirteen, after years of abuse. That's got to play a big part in it."

Logan had never heard what little stories she told about her birth family, so this news was shocking. "She was abused?" He felt a surge of anger at the people he had never even met.

"She was in Special Forces with Deadpool as a teenager. The girl made a fake birth certificate saying she was eighteen." Tony smiled softly, moderately proud of her. "Got the hell outta Dodge and I don't think she's ever been back."

Logan glanced at the elevators, as if he could see her room from there. "I didn't know."

"Well, like I said, she doesn't really talk about it. Sometimes, we get small bits and pieces, mostly if she's really drunk." Steve looked down at the table. "The worst part is that she doesn't even realize how bad she had it."

"What does that mean?" Logan asked.

"She thinks things are normal when they aren't." Tony explained. "Like when she first came to the Avengers and I told her that she gets the sixth floor. She asked if it was a joke and if she was supposed to take the couch. And at dinner that night, we had to tell her that she can eat at the table with us. She was literally sitting in a corner with her plate in her lap."

Logan's eyebrows drew together and he looked at Steve, who nodded in confirmation.

"And if someone is yelling near her," Steve continued. "There's a split second where she looks absolutely terrified. The first time I yelled near her, she moved back like I was going to hit her. She expected me to hit her because I was yelling and frustrated."

"She disappeared for about a week after that." Tony said sadly. "Found her passed out on the floor of the med bay, covered in blood with three broken fingers and a bullet in her chest. She still won't tell us where she went or what happened."

"And it doesn't matter who's yelling," Steve added. "But if its a man, it's worse on her."

"Took her a year to believe that this wasn't an elaborate scheme to kill her in her sleep."

Steve looked down with shame as he said, "The only reason why we know today is her birthday is because we hunted down her original birth certificate."

The atmosphere turned tense. "I'm going to go call Deadpool. I told her I would." Logan said suddenly, unable to handle the silence. He crossed the room and picked up her phone that she had thrown. He stepped out into the hall to make the call.

"Hola mi pequeña Louisiana." Deadpool greeted. A shuffling sound was accompanied by static. "¿Te importa algún asesinato esta noche?"

"It's me, Deadpool." Logan announced.

"Why are you calling from her phone? Is she okay?" Deadpool asked worriedly.

"Yeah, but we need you to come in. We're putting the Tower on lockdown."

"This is about that Ashley thing, isn't it?" Deadpool guessed. Logan could hear a quiet voice in the background ask who Ashley was. "I'll be right in. Is everyone else there?"

"Yeah, we're taking shifts. Kitty's asleep right now. All we've got left to call is Parker."

"Oh, he's over here at my place."

"Why?" Logan asked, moderately curious. He heard silence, then hushed whispers that he couldn't make out.

"We'll both be there in a bit." Deadpool confirmed before abruptly hanging up. Logan looked down at Kitty's phone, shaking his head. He walked back to the kitchen and started rummaging through the pantry for a drink.

He found a bottle of bourbon with a note on it that said, "Poisonous Substance, Do Not Ingest". She had even drawn a biohazard sign on it. Logan scoffed, pulling off the note and pouring some into a glass.

"That's Kitty's." Clint Barton pointed out as he opened up the fridge.

Logan held up the note and said, "I noticed," before taking a long swig.

Clint rolled his eyes and shook his head as he took out a soda and shut the fridge. Leaning on the wall, he popped the tab and drank some. "You can't die, can you?"

Logan rolled his eyes. "I just heal from everything."

Clint nodded and took another sip, considering this information. "So if she shoots you in the head, you'll just heal back?"

Logan blinked several times, then shrugged. "Well, yeah."

"Good," Clint concurred. "That'll come in handy when she sees an empty bottle." He left the kitchen, soda in hand, and Logan looked down at the amber colored liquid. He finished the rest of the glass before putting the bottle of bourbon safely back in the cupboard with it's note.

Logan heard a commotion and left the kitchen to investigate. Peter Parker, also known as Spiderman, and Deadpool were in the front room, the latter being extremely loud. Deadpool was carrying a sleeping bag and holding a large bag of marshmallows.

"SLUMBER PARTY!" He yelled, plopping himself on one of the couches, causing Peter to roll his eyes.

"Can you do anything quietly?" Peter asked the red and black clothed man.

"Nah," He shook his head. "You especially should know that." Peter hit Deadpool on the shoulder, a smile on his face.

"Hey, Kitty's sleeping." Logan told them harshly, and both immediately looked down in shame.

"No, she's not." Kitty disagreed, walking into the room. She yawned and sauntered past everyone into the kitchen. "Hey! Who the hell drank my bourbon?" Kitty asked, holding up the bottle.

Clint immediately pointed his finger at Logan, who whispered, "Snitch."

"That was my expensive shit!" Kitty grabbed the nearest, nonfatal object (which happened to be an ink pen) and threw it at Logan, hard. It flipped through the air as if it was a knife and hit Logan square on the head.

"Ow." He complained, rubbing the spot that the pen hit. Deadpool erupted with laughter, and soon Peter, Tony, Steve, and Clint joined him.

"Don't touch my stuff." She warned, wagging her index finger at him. Kitty turned back around to pour herself a cup of coffee as the laughter died down. She strolled into the dining area and sat down in her chair next to Tony.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Tony asked, taking the mug of coffee away from her and ignoring her squeak of protest.

"How can I sleep when we're havin' a slumber party?" Kitty blinked her eyes innocently as she tried to grab her mug from Tony.

"It's not a slumber party," Steve explained with a pointed look at Deadpool. "And you need to sleep."

She tried to stifle a yawn. "I'm not even tired." Kitty rose from her chair and snatched her coffee mug back, taking a sip as she walked back to the lift. A few minutes later, she screamed, "GUYS!" Logan and Deadpool were the first ones up, nearly running into Kitty, who was zipping up the corset over her suit, in the hallway. "Turn on the T.V. NOW!" She yelled when they just stood there.

"-here just two blocks away from Times Square," A dark haired woman on the T.V. reported. "And in case you haven't been following the story, there is a terrorist threat right here in New York. The "Ice Arsonist", as he has been called by police, has threatened to blow up Times Square, unless he is given ten million dollars by midnight tonight."

"I thought you guys took care of that douche." Deadpool asked as he opened up his bag of marshmallows and popped one in his mouth.

"We did." Tony confirmed, watching the T.V. closely. Kitty sat down next to him and started reloading her gun.

"The Ice Arsonist has been linked to twelve CO2 bombings and fires in the New York City, and was apprehended last July. Apparently, the Ice Arsonist escaped from a maximum security prison five months ago. They believe he was aided by bribing several guards, who are now suspended without pay, but they claim that they have no idea how he escaped.

The Ice Arsonist says he will detonate the bomb if there is any change in foot or vehicle traffic at Times Square-"

"And they didn't think we needed to know this?" Kitty scowled as she ran her hand through her hair. "Well, we've got three hours till the deadline. Let's go get us a fuckin' bad guy!"

"Language." Steve reminded her.

Kitty sighed, rolling her eyes downwards. "Let's go get us a freakin' bad guy." She repeated in a monotone voice.

"And the answer is no," Steve held up his hands. "You need to sleep, Kitty. We'll handle this."

She looked up, her eyes burning with anger. "Like hell you guys are gonna go without me." Kitty argued as she clipped on her leg holster before crossing her arms over her chest. "We're on lockdown, remember? It's either all of us, or none of us."

Deadpool shook his head. "Just give up, man." He advised Steve, who sighed loudly. "The Bride," He nodded to Kitty. "She'll win the fight eventually."

"The Bride?" Steve was obviously very confused. He quickly turned to look at Tony and asked, "Kitty's getting married?"

Deadpool started laughing at the absurdity of his question. "Yep. Weddings in Texas with a guy named Bill." He could barely contain himself as he choked out, "I suggest getting there after the rehearsal, though."

"Bill?" Steve looked down at Kitty and crossed his arms over his chest, not noticing the smiles around the room. "You're getting married to a man named Bill that I've never met before?" He glanced up at Tony, who was laughing, and demanded, "Did you know about this?"

"Uh, no. Definitely not getting married. It's just a movie reference and technically, she wasn't getting married to Bill, but that record store dude." Kitty turned to Tony and said, "Add both volumes of Kill Bill to the list."

"Really?" Tony asked, his eyebrows raised. "He couldn't get through Deadpool's movie and you think he could watch a Quentin Tarantino?"

"Oh, yeah," Kitty shrugged in agreement. "I guess Kill Bill is probably not the best for him."

"So, you're not getting married?" Steve clarified, still looking at Kitty.

"No." Kitty smirked and shook her head. "Sorry, mom, but the likelihood of you two," She nodded to Tony. "Walking me down an aisle is slim to none."

"Why not?" Steve asked, slightly indignant.

Clint laughed loudly. "Could you imagine the person who could put up with her?" He waved his hand in Kitty's direction. "I mean, the last one had to leave the country."

"Hey!" Kitty complained, obviously upset at his comment. Her blue eyes were glossy as the words cut through her and she could hear Bruce Banner's parting words to her. Logan turned his head and glared at Clint, who looked abashed and uncomfortable at her reaction.

"I'll go get Nat." Clint Barton volunteered quickly. Everyone went off to get suited up and Peter dragged Deadpool out to the hallway, leaving Kitty and Logan in the room.

Kitty sat at the table, so focused on picking at her nails that she didn't notice when Logan sat down next to her.

"What's wrong?" Logan set his feet on the kitchen table, balancing the chair on the back legs.

"Just because Bruce was my most serious relationship, and it ended badly, doesn't mean I can't have one." Kitty shot, still hurt at Clint's words. "And not all of the people I've dated left me like that."

"I believe you." Logan assured her.

"I broke up with some of them." She said swiftly. "I broke up with Nikolai because he had a problem with Mutants." Logan opened his mouth to speak, but Kitty cut him off. "And yes, Andy was cheating on me, but I broke up with her! And just because I don't wanna get married doesn't mean I wouldn't like a serious relationship. I just find the practice of married outdated and-"

"Kitty." Logan said softly, stopping her rant. "It was just a stupid comment. No one thinks that and it was shitty for him to bring up Banner like that."

"He left the continent." Kitty looked down and her eyes welled up with tears again. "Am I really that horrible, Logan?"

"No." Logan shook his head. "You're not horrible. It actually makes Banner an asshole, not you."

Kitty tried to smile. She knew he was just trying to make her feel better, but her chest felt tight. Kitty turned to look at him, a sickening thought creeping into her mind. "What if this bomb threat is a diversion somehow? Or a trap?"

Logan set the chair down and stood up, digging in his pants pocket. Finally, he withdrew the small knife she had taken out of her top before the business meeting and handed it to her. "Then you'll need this."