AN: You may have noticed by now, but if you didn't, I update every friday. I have quite a few chapters in the bank, so you don't need to worry about me missing deadlines. I will tell you before hand if I think I might miss one, but that won't happen for a while yet. Also I will soon have up a deviantART account so I can upload a load of Ink pics I've been working on for a while. You'll get to see her Asgardian armor and ice armor, and a few other costumes. My account name will still be the same as this one (Like it Random) so look me up if you get the chance!

But with out further a do, here's chapter three!

Chapter three

I was on the roof for all of 10 minutes before Drakki dropped down from the sky and landed beside me. Hiss was with her, hovering above the building, her body spiralling around. I had a special supersonic whistle that only the dragons could hear. They knew to come running anytime they heard it.

I jumped on Drakki and clipped on the elasticated straps to my belt that were connected to her saddle. It was reassuring to know I was in some way connected to the dragon. If I fell then Drakki or Hiss would catch me, but I didn't wish to test my screaming abilities.

"Where's sir?" I asked, referring to Mr. Rhododendron. Drakki grumbled and angled herself ever so slightly to central park. "Shall we go meet him?" I asked her.

Drakki groaned in a "nooo" kind of way. "Why? What's wrong?" I asked her, she angled suddenly and put on a burst of speed. I could sense something was wrong now, Drakki's ears were pinned back and her pupils were slits. "Show me what's wrong." I murmured into her ear and leaned down low so we were be more streamlined. Hiss started to drop behind. She wasn't as fast as Drakki so she would catch up later.

As we went further, I started to hear sirens. We flew over a building and I saw the smashed up and crowded streets. I scanned for the culprits of the destruction. There were four, immensely tall guys with a whole lot of muscle.

The Wrecking Crew. My wish had come true.

"Ohh, this is going to be good." I muttered. "Dive."

Drakki dropped into a steep drop. We were hurtling towards the ground. Wind whistled through her wings. She started heating her mouth up to fire a plasma blast; it started making a high pitch whistling noise.

The Wrecking Crew looked up just as Drakki let loose the purple fire ball. We glided up and span around to look at today's bad guys. They were getting back up; not looking battered at all just incredibly pissed.

Drakki swooped low, gliding just above the road. When she got to the ground as she could I jumped off her I changed into my Jotun form. When I stood up I was a Frost Giant. My clothes were replaced by ice armour. I was twice the size and three times heavier, so I had cracked the ground around me. The people in the crowds cheered when they realised it was me. I was one of the most favoured heroes in New York.

"You know," I said, sauntering towards the Wrecking Crew, "with all the times I've beaten you and sent you to jail, I would've thought you stopped robbing banks by now." The Wrecking Crew chuckled.

"You can't beat us alone." The Wrecker said. "There's four of us and only one of you."

"I don't need four of me to beat you." I said. "I just needed time for my dragons to get here."

Then Drakki and Hiss landed on either side of me. It was still and uneven fight and I didn't like the dragons fighting more than one person at a time.

"Hiss, Drakki? Charge." With that the fighting started. I went for The Wrecker and Piledriver whilst Drakki went for Bulldozer and Hiss went for Thunderball.

Wrecker swung his giant crow bar at me. I ducked and then rose up to punch him in the face. Using the momentum kicked Piledriver in the stomach when he tried to grab me.

I leapt back when Piledriver tried to punch me. I ended up standing in a puddle that started to freeze around me. I smiled. The frozen water travelled up my body and to my hand. There it formed a three meter long ice spear. Ice made my Frost Giants was stronger than steel.

I swung at Wrecker and Piledriver as they rushed forward. I hit Wrecker in the head but Piledriver ducked and managed to get a hit in. I skidded backwards.

I heard a roar. I looked around. Drakki kept leaping sideways when ever Bulldozer ran at her. She shot at him when his back was turned to her. Hiss was shooting her spines at Thunderball. Drakki roared; she had gotten hit. I gasped.

In my moment of distraction, Wrecker managed to get a hit in with his crowbar. I fell backwards and he hit me again in the face. I flew sideways onto a car roof and rolled over it. Man that hurt! I groaned and started to get up. I grabbed my spear and jumped on the ruined car roof. I crouched down. "You hit hard," I said, rubbing my face. "It's a good thing I hit harder."

I twirled my spear so I held it on my other side and got ready to spring at them.

"Ha! Ha, ha, ha!" I whipped my head around to the sound of laughing.

Deadpool was sitting crossed legged on the roof of the next car. "That's funny," he said between giggles. "'It's a good thing...'" more giggling, "'I hit harder.'"

The Wrecker and Piledriver recoiled slightly at the sight of Deadpool, but Bulldozer and Thunderball were still too busy fighting Drakki and Hiss.

I didn't scream at Deadpool, or yell at him to go away, though I wanted to, it was because I needed the help he would undoubtedly offer. "Are you gonna help or what?" I prompted, straightening out of my position. Instead of waiting for an answer I jumped from the car and hit Wrecker in the face.

I span around, using my spear to hit Piledriver in the face. I kicked him to the ground and hit him with the spear again. I made sure he was unconscious before running to Drakki's aid. She was limping badly on the left front leg. Bulldozer was going to pay for that.

I turned my spear into a heavy spiked mace and swung it into his helmeted face, again and again and again. His helmet cracked. I swung the mace up and his head snapped back. Drakki sent a fire ball into his stomach and he fell backwards. He didn't get up.

Deadpool, thankfully, was fighting the Wrecker. Deadpool laughed manically at his own jokes as he did so. Hiss sent a ring of fire at Thunderball. He swung his ball and chain at her, but she caught it in her mouth and drilled at it. She yanked the chain out of his hands and spat it out behind her. She whipped her tail at him which knocked him down. His head cracked against some fallen rubble and he was out for the count.

Hiss turned to me just as Drakki roared a warning. Without thinking, I ducked. Piledriver had swung at my head. It turned out he was not unconscious. I stayed in my crouch as Hiss launched herself at him, recreating the same move she used against Thunderball. It worked.

Deadpool finished with the Wrecker just as a SHIELD car careened around the corner, followed by several more. I looked back into Deadpool's direction, but he was gone.

"Glad you could finally be bothered to turn up!" I said to Natasha Romanoff as she got out of a car with several other agents.

"Well, it seemed like you had everything under control." She replied and smiled at me. I huffed, surveying the destruction.

"You call this under control?" I asked jerking my head in the direction of the knocked out Wrecking Crew.

"Granted, the execution could've been a lot neater." Natasha agreed.

Out of all the Avengers I liked Natasha the most. Maybe it was because she was the only female in the Avengers, or maybe it was because she was always so nice to me, almost motherly. Which I liked, seeing as I never had a mother.

"Did you know what they were stealing?" She asked. I wasn't surprised. The Wrecking Crew were always stealing something.

"No; what?" I asked, "Was it something to do with money?"

"Surprisingly no." That was surprising. "It was research." That puzzled me, what the hell did the Wrecking Crew want with research?

"What kind of research? And why?" I asked.

"It was on Mutant powers; powers similar to yours."

I felt uncomfortable. No one said it outright that I was a Mutant, because I had ties to Loki, the Avengers and SHIELD. They thought I got my powers from my father, but that was only my magic and my Jotun side. I was a Mutant, but the MRD didn't want to offend SHIELD or the Avengers. I also thought no one had powers like mine or even remotely as powerful.

"Were they hired by anybody?" I asked.

"We think so, but we're not sure who yet." Natasha said.

I nodded and watch as The Wrecking Crew were loaded into four separate armoured vehicles. They were going to the Cube for sure.

Natasha coughed, her breath clouding into the air. Oops. I was thinking so hard I had forgotten I was in my Jotun form. I had started to freeze the street. I changed back to my human form and my armour was replaced by the cloths I had before. All of my clothes were charmed so that whenever I changed form or into my Asgardian armour then my clothes would magically appear in my apartment and would wait their until I changed back. If I concentrated hard on certain cloths then they would be the ones that appeared instead of the clothes I had before.

"I'll see you later, yeah?" I asked Natasha, we hung out a lot at the tower.

"Sure," she said.

I turned to Drakki then remembered her injured leg. I tried to remember the spell it would take to heal it. After a while, I got it. Her leg was soon as good as new.

I smiled at her and jumped onto her back. There was something I needed to check.

I leaned against the car that wasn't mine on a quiet street in New York. Light was fading as it was autumn time and I had spent most of the day going between my apartment and specific parts of the city, like central park and making sure Mr. Rhododendron was ok. Not to mention the debriefing from SHIELD. I also had to sort out job offers as well as handle this very annoying thing.

I glanced down either way of the street. I was waiting for someone to teleport here. That someone was Deadpool.

Tracking him down wasn't all that hard, and it hadn't taken long. I worked out that he emitted a small electrical impulse when he teleported anywhere and arrived. I had found where he had been living for the last month or so. I knew he was inside because I could hear him singing from outside. I left a note taped to the door specifically telling him to teleport onto this quiet street in New York... or as quiet as New York could be without being concerning. A silent New York was not good.

I knew that I wouldn't have to wait long. Deadpool probably didn't have a lot on right now, I hoped, and would come to see me. Hiss and Drakki were waiting on a rooftop. They were crouched in the shadows, prepared to protect me from Deadpool if he tried anything.

My hair stood on end. Deadpool had just teleported in beside me. I checked my nails, pretending to be casual.

"You know, you're awfully easy to track down when I put my mind to it." I said and turned sideways to face him.

Oh damn it, why did I try this again? He was so intimidating.

"How?" He asked. I couldn't read anything in the voice, or on that damned mask.

"You emit a small electrical impulse when you teleport. All I had to do is borrow a little something from SHIELD," I held up the small beeping device that was in my jean pocket, "and leave you a note."

"So why'd you track me down?" He asked with slight amusement in his voice. "Obsessed with me already? I get that a lot."

I ignored the last part. I had a theory of my own. "I wanted to ask you a question."

"Another one?" Deadpool asked.

"Yeah." I paused. "Why?" He blinked. "Why are you obsessed with me?"

"I'm not obsessed with you." He said quickly. "If anything I'm obsessed with myself."

"True, and yet you wanted to 'hang out' with me, you came back to my apartment after trying to kill me and, even though you're not a hero, you helped me stop the Wrecking Crew." I said. "So, I'll ask you again. Why?"

"You're kinda cute when you're not petrified or trying to kill me." He said quietly. I blinked, I wasn't expecting that. Deadpool had a crush on me?

And damned me I liked it.

"Um, thank you." I said. I smiled slightly. "And you're not a total ass when you're not trying to kill me."

Deadpool started laughing. I was slightly embarrassed and angered that he found this funny. Then I smiled at him. Next thing I knew I was laughing along with him.

"It's a miracle! She's laughing!" He said.

"It certainly is!" I said. I heard Drakki and Hiss grumble and roar in annoyance. I ignored them. "It's Ink, by the way."

"I know." Deadpool said. Drakki roared again. "What was that?"

"Oh, that's just Drakki." I said. "She must be trying to remind me of something." I tried to remember what I had forgotten. "Oh no! I forgot something important!"

"What?"

"I've got several job offers I need to sort out!" I whistled to Drakki and she swooped down from the roof. "I've got to go. This was fun; I'll see you some other time, maybe?" I asked.

"Sure!"

"Bye!" I said over my shoulder as Drakki launched into the air with Hiss not too far behind. I looked behind and watched as Deadpool faded out of my sight.

We glided around buildings, heading to my apartment. It was almost completely dark now. I had had an incredibly busy day today and it was just about to get busier.

I sighed. My conversation with Deadpool seemed almost unreal. What did it prove? I was disconcerted about the fact that Deadpool knew quite a bit about me, but I hardly knew anything about him. I didn't even know his real name! I knew most of the real identities of most of the heroes around, because I came into contact with most of them. I was good friends with quite a few.

SHIELD would have answers for sure. They knew everything about everyone. I would pop into one of their bases where I was most liked and use one of the computers to do some research. I wasn't a real SHIELD agent, but I did have clearance. Granted, it was level 3 clearance but it was enough to get me into the building. I would use Natasha's log in, she had level 7, which should be enough to get me the information I needed. I had to say, Natasha might've been a world class super spy, but she was awful at concealing her password. I guess she never thought anyone would try to hack her. She was wrong.

I wondered more about Deadpool. Where did he come from? How did he get his powers? Was he a Mutant? One way or another, I would get answers. I probably wouldn't like the answers I got, but I was too curious and too stubborn for my own good. I blamed Loki.

I also thought about how much Deadpool knew about me. He knew my name and where I lived. He knew I was a Frost Giant, or guessed I was half alien. He knew about my ability to create everything...

I paused. Maybe there was an ulterior motive to Deadpool's actions. Maybe he wanted more money. He couldn't spend all that money that quickly? Who could spend that money that quickly?

Tony Stark, I thought, he could spend that much money so quickly. He practically burned through cash. Maybe Deadpool does too.

We got to my apartment building. We were almost there and because Drakki was flying so slowly Hiss sidled up beside us. You had to be careful not to fly too close to a Whispering Death. Or maybe just get close to a Whispering Death in general. Even though she had a short wingspan Drakki had a huge wingspan, Hiss couldn't get too close. Her lower body always span around in a corkscrew fashion. It made whip cracking noises when you got close enough to hear it, and if you heard that noise, you were too close.

As we landed on the building's roof, I sighed. I really had to get to work.

Deadpool POV

Deadpool watched as Ink flew away on her dragon. He couldn't really think with all of the yelling that was happening in his head. Italics wanted to hunt her down because she had figured out a way to find him. Bold was defending Ink, saying that they could have a friend for once.

It went on and on and on. He didn't even try to stop them. He saw both sides of what they were saying, but he wasn't sure what to do next. He didn't want to kill her; she seemed like too much fun. Deadpool was impressed that she had the guts to track him down. From what he had seen of her tracking him down seemed confusing as she was shaking in fear one minute, then trying to kill him the next and now she wants him to hang out with her. Not that Deadpool was complaining. He couldn't wait to find her again.

Deadpool thought about some of the questions Ink had asked him. Was he obsessed with her? It didn't feel like it. But then again, he couldn't really think with the shouting match happening in his head. The two voices he shared a head with were practically rolling around on the floor of his head, trying to beat their opinions into each other. It was giving him a splitting headache.

Deadpool left the quiet street and went back to his apartment. He needed to move. He didn't want Ink tracking him down again. He knew SHIELD would catch wind of where he was, but he wasn't too worried about that. If he was being completely honest with himself, he was a little wary of Ink. From what he had heard and been told, she was incredibly powerful. He'd seen the she-can-bring-anything-you-want-out-of-paper power and she had turned all big and blue. Deadpool wasn't sure what that meant, but it was sort of scary, especially with her red eyes. But damn, she did look nice.