Kill Ashley, Vol. II

Kitty tangled her hands in Ashley's hair and kissed him. "Why'd you save me?" She murmured.

Without breaking from the kiss, Ashley said, "Bored." She laughed as they rolled off the bed and onto the floor.

"Well, ain't that a shame." Ashley purred. He pulled one of the blankets off the bed and wrapped it around their naked bodies. "Perfectly good bed and we gotta be on the floor."

"I don't think we have to," Kitty moaned as Ashley nipped at her neck. "I think we're choosing it."

Brrrrringringring brrrrrringringring

"Ugh," Kitty reached up to the nightstand and flapped her hand around for the offending sound. She tossed Ashley his phone before she picked up her own. A message from Deadpool, complaining about her stealing his transporting belt. Tony asking her if she wanted to go to Seattle for a conference. Kitty glanced over at the window, which showed France and its beauty. "Don't think I'm makin' that one, sorry dad." She whispered.

Ashley sighed loudly and tossed his phone across the room. "I gotta go to a business meetin', cher." He stood up, leaving Kitty on the blankets on the floor. "But I'll be right back and we can continue the floor play."

"Business?" Kitty smiled and propped herself onto her side with her head on her hand. "You're not gonna blow me up again, right?"

"No," Ashley laughed and started buttoning up his shirt. "I do a little side business with my explosive expertise."

Kitty watched him pull on his pants. "You...Sell your bombs?" She asked slowly.

Ashley grinned wolfishly. "Anythin' to make a buck, right?"

Kitty subconsciously touched the very faded scar on her stomach. "You sell them to kids?"

Ashley paused. "What?"

"Teenagers." Kitty stood up and pulled on her underwear, much to the discomfort of Ashley. "You sell em to high school teenagers who want to blow up their school."

Ashley softly shook his head and walked up to Kitty. "Now hold on a minute, cher," He tried to touch her hair, but Kitty backed up and crossed her arms over her chest. "Once I sell, whatever they choose to do with it ain't any of my business."

"So, what," Kitty shrugged. "You're Walmart for weapons. That's real lovely."

"We really gonna fight over this?" Ashley asked.

"Yes, we are!"

"Why?"

"Because that bomb could've killed someone I love!"

"Maybe you need to love less people, dahlia."

"And what, just love you?" Kitty hissed as she narrowed her eyes at him. "Doesn't that sound romantic."

"It's be smarter." He shrugged. "Less leverage for people-"

"They aren't leverage, they're real goddamn people, Ashley!"

"People like Peter Parker." He leaned against the door. "That's who you were afraid would get hurt."

"Yeah? And?

"Would you be hurt because you lost a brother again," He looked her dead in the eyes. "Or because you would lose a teammate?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on, cher, I ain't dumb. I know that Spiderman is Peter Park-"

He was cut off by Kitty hurling herself at him, knocking both onto the floor. He hit her face just as she elbowed his crotch.

"Aah!" Ashley doubled over in pain, giving Kitty enough time to get up and retrieve her sword from the nightstand.

Kitty pointed the blade at him.

"Do it." Ashley urged. "After everythin' I've done to you. I know you want to."

Kitty stared at him for several seconds before lowering her blade and tucking it back in its sheath.

"What are you doing?" Ashley asked in disbelief. "I know two of the biggest secrets in your life, dahlia, and you're just gonna let me go?"

"You're pathetic." Kitty spit as she reached for her handcuffs on the nightstand. Ashley jerked towards her and Kitty immediately withdrew her one of her throwing knives and slit his throat. Ashley Sinclare LeRoux dropped dead. She calmly picked up her clothes from the floor.

She strolled out of the mansion, leaving no clue she was ever there. She hopped onto her motorcycle and sped away from the scene, her eyes tearing up.