Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, ABC , Sony or the Avengers. Just Sera.


The next morning, I was out of the tower before anyone was awake, as I heard back from our web-slinging friend before I went to sleep the night before.

"Siren, how you doing Sis?" Peter said, taking off his mask at our meeting point.

"I've been better Peter. What's the story with our merc?" I said, taking the information he gave to me.

"Not much else than what Professor X has on him. Ex Special Forces, dishonorable discharge, ex girlfriend by the name of Vanessa Carlysle. She's a waitress at No.5 Orange."

"Peter, please tell me you didn't go in there? You'll catch something." I joked.

"Not my place," He said uncomfortably.

"Peter, I never did get to tell you how sorry I was to hear about Gwen. She was a great girl." I said, noting his blank expression.

"Thank you. But let's just catch this guy," Peter said changing the subject.

"Well, from the rap sheet from Sister Margaret's Home for Wayward Girls, he's got an informant there. I want to go shake him down."

"Maybe I should go talk to Vanessa?" Peter suggested.

"I know you are missing class right now Peter. Go." I smiled, and ruffled his hair a bit.

"Fine. See you around Big Sis." He said, pulling the mask on and slinging his way out of the alley.

"Alright Wilson, you are now on the top of my list of people that can stop interrupting my life." I said, hoping back on my bike. Making my way towards the bar Wilson frequented, I noticed the type of crowd it drew. I pulled up in the alley and parked my bike, sending a glare at one of the guys that eyed it up.

"Think about it, and I'll rip your balls out and feed them to you." I snarled. They backed up, letting me in the door.

Looking around the bar, I noticed a shorter man serving drinks to the few patrons that were early day drinking. Sitting down on a bar stool, I looked over the establishment, noting how it would have been somewhere I would have frequented in college.

"What can I get you?" The man said.

"Your name?" I said smoothly.

"Um, Jack."

"Hi Jack," I said sweetly, "I'll take a water, and you should ask someone to cover the bar for you for a few minutes."

"Why?" He asked, getting my drink.

"Because I need to talk to you about a friend of yours. And I'm sure you don't want certain people hearing he is still alive." I whispered.

"Uh. Okay," He said as the look of realization hit him.

"Holy shit, you're Siren."

"Now Jack," I said firmly.

I grabbed my drink and he followed me over to the booth in the corner. I sat down and he asked a waitress to watch the bar.

"What do you want to know?"

"First off, you can put your phone on the table. I know you called him as soon as I turned my back." I said and he looked shocked.

"Sorry Wade," He muttered and put the phone on the table.

"Mr. Wilson. I assure you that your friend and your former girlfriend aren't in any trouble from my team or me. I simply want to talk to you, face to face. And I don't care how ugly you claim that face is." I said, and then I heard, "East River ferry docks, 8pm tonight."

"Thank you. And don't think about bringing weapons, and I won't. Besides, we both know I would win." I said, before I pressed End on the phone. I looked at Jack and asked, "Has Vanessa been here since he left her?"

"Once or twice, to catch a drink and talk to me about him. I've been very careful to not let his secret slip."

"You should. It might save her life one day. I will be in touch, and when Mr. Wilson needs assistance but won't ask for it, give him this." I said, passing an Avengers pin over the table.

"What does it do?"

"He simply needs to say ARSENAL three times in a row, and it will send out a homing beacon and opens a communications line to our command center. I will bring the reinforcements, or the handcuffs. Depends on the situation." I winked, downing my water and saying, "I hope we meet again Mr. Hammer."

"You knew my name?" He yelled, confused as I walked out.

"I know everything," I said loudly over my shoulder. As I walked out into the bright morning, I noticed a man standing guard over my bike. Smiling at him, I said, "Thanks Sugar."

"No problem miss," He smirked, before staring down a group of punks at the end of the alley.

"Next drinks on me," I said, passing him some cash, and placing my helmet on my head.

"Thank you ma'am." He said as I turned on my bike and sped off into the streets of New York. Once I was back safely in the Tower's underground parking for my Dad's vehicles, I sighed in annoyance. My phone had been ringing all morning, much like I thought it would.

"Sera," I said answering the next call.

"God, don't scare me like that again." Steve said as I heard a soft cry in the background.

"I'm coming up the elevator right now." I said, as I carried my helmet under my arm.

"Where were you?" Bucky asked.

"I was tracking someone down for Professor Xavier. Please don't be mad. I made sure I wasn't followed back, nor did I let anyone figure out who I was. There's a reason I was Fury's pick for recon." I sassed.

"He also didn't love how much you talked on comms. Which is why he sent you solo," Steve joked.

"I blame my father. I inherited a lot of things from him." I said as FRIDAY brought the elevator to a stop on our floor.

"I know we've only been here a day, but I missed this place." I said, looking out the window as I approached the guys and our whimpering kidlets.

"It's where we found out we were going to be parents." Bucky smirked.

"God, hard to believe that was almost a year and a half ago."

"Hard to believe what's happened since then. It makes the rare twins things seem tame." Steve joked, and I laughed.

"Yeah, I've got a merc that has a super healing ability running around trying to find the guy that did it to him and I'm trying to keep an eye on Peter through all the insanity."

"Peter?" Bucky asked, confused.

"Oh. Dammit, I thought I told you guys everything." I swore quietly.

"Okay, so I know Spiderman."

"Oh," Steve said, confused.

"He showed promise as a scientist and engineer before the fall of SHIELD. He was only in high school, but we wanted to recruit him. I kept in touch with him, and I was the only one he trusted enough to tell his secret to at first."

"He was like a little brother to me, asking for advice on women, running ideas by me. I wanted to step away to help him here, especially his last big fight. He lost his girlfriend, and he couldn't put the suit back on for a while."

"So, what's changed?" Bucky asked.

"I've been asking nicely. I keep sending him upgrade ideas to his web shooters, and said if he could get himself back to a good place, I'd bring up the point of making him an Avenger…" I said, trailing off at Bucky's quick laugh.

"Give the kid false hope? That cruel Sera," Bucky smiled, handing me Elijah.

"Hey baby boy," I said, noticing how huge the twins seemed, "And it's not false hope. He would be a fantastic addition to the team, and you both know it."

"He's not a major fighter, from what I've seen," Steve said skeptically.

"So we train him. Bucky, was Steve the best fighter before he joined the army?"

"Not really," Bucky smiled, as Steve scoffed, "That's not fair."

"There is a saying I've always loved, and it applies to each one of our family, enhanced and agent alike."

"And what's that?" Steve said as I sat between his legs on the couch.

"Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions," I quoted. The guys looked confused for a moment, and then slowly realized how it applied to everyone we knew, Avenger and not.

"It's what I think of when Bucky tells stories of this punk who wouldn't back down from a fight."

"Once you run, they never stop coming after you," Steve said, as if from a memory.

"So, why can't that apply to untrained Avengers, or future Avengers. I've been keeping tabs on certain people in New York. Like this merc, who has a very filthy mouth on him. If he wasn't such a loose canon, he could have a lot of potential. There are 3 people in Hell's Kitchen alone that aren't Inhuman or mutant that have faced incredible odds, despite their own set backs. The Devil for instance? He's a blind lawyer."

"Where do you get this Intel?"

"A girl never reveals her sources," I teased as Callie climbed over to nuzzle into my neck.

"You know Parker?" My Dad said, confused as he came into the living room. I realized he was probably in the kitchen, listening to everything we said.

"You know Peter?" I asked, equally confused.

"I've been trying to get him to accept a position at SI for the last two years. His name was on the list. Of the algorithm used on the Insight Helicarriers, when Agent Romanoff dumped everything SHIELD and Hydra related onto the net."

"I'm just trying to figure out how to tell him, without him wetting his pants." I said, giving a thoughtful look to my father.

"I'll find him myself." My Dad smirked.

"Leave him be Dad. As his protective big sister, I forbid you to talk to him when I'm not there to supervise you both."

"I won't set anything on fire again Sera, I promise!" My Dad said, exasperated.


Later that night, I promised the guys to signal them if this merc didn't play by my rules, and left the tower. Using the bike again, I raced through the back roads to the East River ferry docks, pulling up to park close to the waterfront. Pulling my helmet off, I noticed a hooded figure a ways down.

"Mr. Wilson," I spoke in a normal tone, knowing he could hear me, "I'm surprised you aren't wearing the suit."

"Speaking to a beautiful assassin doesn't always merit violence," He said getting closer.

"I think I have the right to see your face when you're talking to me," I said, pulling off my riding gloves impatiently.

"Usually ladies buy me a drink first, before we get intimate."

"Don't flatter yourself. I have enough men in my life."

"Yeah, how does that work by the way? Captain America and the Winter Soldier? I'm straight, but both of them together might make me go a little weak in the knees too."

"Getting to the point of why I asked you here. Professor Xavier has asked me to speak to you. He wishes for the violence to end. I on the other hand, haven't beheaded someone in awhile, and it makes me kind of twitchy. So I imagine that this whole month has been like Christmas morning for you."

"Like an addict? Didn't think an Avenger had it in her to be a murderess." He laughed, taking his hood off.

"I'm the femme fatale that mothers warn their sons about." I tilted my head, confused and amazed by the mutation of his skin.

"Huh," I puzzled, walking around him slowly.

"You're like a jungle cat, sizing up her prey. Sorry honey, I'm very spoken for."

"I've seen worse," I smirked.

"Worse than this? No honey, nothing is worse than this. I'm completely unfuckable." He deadpanned.

"I'm sure you think that way, but love sees past the physical appearance. I'm sure Miss Carlysle will still love you the same."

"Why are you really here?" He asked, staring me down.

"You need training that only I can give you. Focus for what you really need to be focused on." I said plainly.

"I'm ex- Spec Ops honey. I've had all the training I need."

"Not quite." I said, as I pulled my daggers out from underneath my jacket.

"You said no weapons." He said, looking angry.

"Did I? I meant you. Because I don't trust a man with a vendetta. Revenge and anger being the only driving force behind what you are doing, is going to burn you out one day."

"Or it will make me stronger," He smirked.

"Wilson, the only thing that will make you stronger, is facing Ajax with an intention to put him down. He is trouble, and the world would be better off without him in it. He can't fix you. There is no cure for the mutation that has already taken place in your body."

"No, Francis said he could reverse it. And I'm gonna make him."

"He lies. He gave you hope, when all he was trying to do was break you. If you go to him, and try to make him, he knows he has that power over you. He wins. Either find him to kill him, or go back to your life Mr. Wilson."

"The names Deadpool. See you around Siren."

"I'm looking forward to it." I smirked, as he turned around and walked away.

"You never asked what my specialty was." I called out.

"And whats that?"

"I can see into people's minds, turn their thoughts, alter their memories. I can drive a man mad without touching him."

"No wonder you have two hunky men at your feet," He joked.

"Deadpool, I am not someone you want to cross," I said, touching my emerald.

"You're saying you can help me focus, you can make me better?" He said, realizing what I was implying.

"I can make you into something different. I can't change your mutation, but I can focus your mind."

"What, like hypnosis?" He laughed. My silence made him even more confused.

"How does that even work? It was only briefly explained." He said, sounding like he was talking to someone else.

"Who are you talking to?" I asked.

"The author. She's got a weird sense about how superpowers work. I get that the method was used, but then the use of torture though it, just doesn't sit right with me." He said, looking off into the middle distance.

"Anyways," I said, bringing his attention back to me, "I can't be babysitting you, so I'm having an associate of mine tag along with you. He's young, so don't scare him off."

"How young? I might have to take him out drinking, get him laid."

"Don't hurt my Spidey, and I won't have to kill you. He's like my little brother, and no one messes with my family." I warned him.

"Got it, keep it cool around the kid." He said, smirking at me.

"Get your head checked Wade."

"My head is fine! Why does everyone assume that I'm crazy? I'm a man on a mission, and I have a very dark sense of humor." He laughed, as he stalked off into the night. I put my helmet and gloves back on, starting my bike. I caught sight of Peter swinging from a few buildings in the distance and smiled.

"I hope you know what you've signed up for Peter."


A/N: Hope you enjoyed Deadpool's appearance :) I'm sticking to Sony's version of Spiderman, played by Andrew Garfield.