AN: I am soo sorry that I'm a bad uploader! I forgot to update last time. So sorry readers. How about this, Not only will I upload this chapter, but I will also upload the next as well? Double update! Does that sound good?
Chapter seven
Teleporting was as horrible as last time. My stomach heaved. 'No,' I thought. 'I will not throw up again.' I cast a quick charm over myself, before my mind got clouded. It would prevent me from throwing up but it wouldn't stop the horrible feeling of nausea. My feet hit the ground and my stomach heaved again. It was less violent than the first time I teleported, but it didn't make it any less pleasant.
"Hey! You didn't throw up this time!" Deadpool said cheerily.
"Yeah, no thanks to you." I muttered darkly. I stepped away from Deadpool subconsciously. I wrapped my arms around my stomach. I remembered the shouting match I had with Peter. It had brought up memories long since buried. "How much did you actually hear?" I asked him, referencing to the shouting match between me and Spiderman.
"Well I teleported to the building not long after Spidey stole you. As for the shouty part of the argument, the whole city heard it." He told me.
"Ohh my god!" I pressed the palms of my hands into my eyes."I just want to crawl into a hole and..." I paused, "never come out." I said carefully.
"You were gonna say die weren't you?" Deadpool asked. Even though I wasn't looking at him, I could hear the smile in his voice.
"No, no, no, I wasn't." I said quickly.
"Yeah! You were!"
"Well, if I did, you would've said something like 'I can arrange that,' and then tried to stab me." I admitted.
"You're impression of me is disappointing." Deadpool said, sounding completely serious.
I glanced at him, "Well let's hear you're impression of me." I said.
"'Well let's hear you're impression of me.'" Deadpool quoted.
"That was terrible." I said flatly.
"That was terrible.'" He copied.
"Stop that."
"' Stop that.'"
"Damn it, Deadpool!"
"'Damn it Deadpool!'"
"It's not funny anymore!"
"'It's not funny anymore!'"
I couldn't keep the smile off of my face. It was too funny. He had a completely over the top British accent, even after the discussion we had about me being from Manchester. I started laughing, I was soon in stitches. Deadpool started laughing along with me and was soon laughing manically.
"Just for the record..." Deadpool said between laughs. "Spidey is an... idiot for ever cheating on you!"
I stopped laughing. Deadpool probably a sentence like that wasn't so important to him, but to me it meant a lot. So, before I could stop myself or even think about what I was doing, I stepped up to Deadpool and kissed him on the cheek. Or on the cheek of his mask.
I stepped back. The kiss was only small, but it seemed to have struck the Merc with a Mouth silent. My face was flaming, but Deadpool was totally silent. Well almost silent.
"Uhh..." He said, sounding absolutely dumbstruck. I took it as a good thing.
"Don't tell me you're struck dumb by one little kiss?" I asked.
"Uhh..."
I laughed and flung my arms around his neck. I then gave him several big, over the top, dramatised kisses. I stepped back. I laughed at Deadpool.
"uhhh..." He said quietly.
I heard a roar and saw Drakki gliding towards the building. I walked onto the edge of the roof, rocking on my heels. I looked back at Deadpool, "I hope I haven't short circuited your brain too much! I'll leave you to put your memories back into place." I turned around completely and spread my arms out, rocking back on my heels. "See ya!" I said. I rocked backwards again on my heels, but this time I didn't rock forward. I fell off the edge of the building. That seemed to snap Deadpool back to the present.
"Ink!"
Drakki shot down beside me. She turned and I grabbed the handles on the saddle. I hooked my feet into the stirrups and clipped the straps on. Drakki growled and spread her wings. She roared and beat her wings turning sharply upwards. We had been inches from hitting the pavement. I heard several angry shouts and several car horns.
We were already soaring up, up and up. With every beat of Drakki's wings we were higher. I glanced around to the building, wind whipping my hair back as I did so. He was still there. I flashed him a smile he could no doubt see as Drakki and I soared higher and higher into the sky.
I flashed my security clearance at the guard outside at the door and then swiped it down on the card scanner. The glass door unlocked and I pushed it. It was surprisingly heavy, and thick, I had to shove it with my shoulder. I kept the door open as Drakki followed me through. There was a second door as well. Drakki was too long for the small interval between the two doors. I had to open the second on and keep the heavy one open as the last of her tail dragged through.
She grumbled happily as a thank you. I put on my over the top, ridiculous English accent and said to her, "You're every welcome, my dear!" I said. "Will you need anything else, madam?"
Drakki grumbled. I laughed. I skipped ahead of her and headed to the computer room. It was usually on the first or second floor. I walked up the stairs as Drakki was just too long for the elevator. The place was crowded with agents, but they didn't take much notice of Drakki, we were a usual sight here.
We got to the computer suite and I took my usual seat in the far corner, where hardly anyone could see us, and it had enough space for Drakki to snooze while I did some research. I glanced around the room to see where any other agents were. There weren't that many and they were in various corners of the room. The only sounds in here were the sound of tapping keys. Everyone was interested in their work and not mine. Good.
My mind floated back to Deadpool as I logged into Natasha Romanoff's account, he was the reason I was here, and I was totally not thinking about the tiny kiss I gave him. Defiantly not that. No I was thinking about the answers I would get, the answers to my questions that I had been asking. I would know what was under that mask and what the hell went through his head.
Name: Natasha Romanoff, I typed.
Password: Red Room. Natasha had been terrible at hiding her password, despite the fact that they were stars when typed in.
The SHIELD desk top showed up. These computers weren't like any other seen before. The screen was made of glass, it was transparent at the front, but opaque at the back. There was no visible computer hard drive either. It could run on magic for all I knew.
I clicked on files, they were vast. I didn't look at any of the more secret files, I didn't want to. I scrolled through the Earth bound profiles... what was Deadpool listed as? Was he a Mutant? Was he a superhuman? Instead of just checking the whole archive for Deadpool, I just typed him into the search bar.
Wade. W. Wilson AKA Deadpool
"His name is Wade Wilson?" I asked under my breath. Drakki crooned. "Here goes..." I clicked on the link and braced myself.
Real Name:
Wade Winston Wilson
Aliases:
Jack, Chiyonosake ("the Wolf of the Rice Wine"),(I had no idea what that was about) Rhodes, Corpus, Lopez, Hobgoblin, Thom Cruz, Peter Parker, numerous others.
Deadpool got around a lot.
Identity:
Known to Canadian government officials.
And SHEILD it seems.
Citizenship
Canada
Place of Birth
Unrevealed location in Canada
Huh, I thought, so he really was Canadian.
Occupation
Mercenary; former enforcer, government operative, sumo wrestler, soldier, others
Known Relatives
Unidentified parents, Gretchen (ex-wife)
Deadpool had been married? I asked myself, I wonder what happened to her.
Group Affiliation:
Wow, there was a lot here.
X-Force, Agency X; formerly Six Pack, One World Church, DP Inc., Weapon X, Heroes for Hire, Secret Defenders, Frightful Four, Team Deadpool, Landau, Luckman & Lake, Department K; former employee of Tolliver, Kingpin, Taskmaster, presumably others
Education:
High school drop out
Physical Attributes:
Height
6'2"
Weight
210 lbs.
Eyes
Brown
Hair
None, formerly brown
Powers:
Deadpool possesses a superhuman healing factor derived from that of the mutant Wolverine that allows him to regenerate damaged or destroyed areas of his cellular structure at a rate far greater than that of an ordinary human. As such, he can re-grow severed limbs or vital organs.
He'd be an awesome organ donor then, I thought. At least that was what I would do if I had his power.
The speed at which this healing factor works varies in direct proportion to the severity of the damage Deadpool suffers. This healing factor also affords Deadpool a virtual immunity to poisons and most drugs, as well as an enhanced resistance to diseases and an extended life span.
But to how much? How long could he live?
Maybe you wouldn't be so alone, that small voice said at the back of my head. I was really starting to hate that voice. You wouldn't have to leave when- I shut the voice down, I didn't want to think about it. I read on.
Unlike Wolverine's natural healing factor, Deadpool's is mentally driven to a partial extent.
How did that work?
Due to the presence of this superhuman healing ability, many of Deadpool's natural physical attributes have been enhanced. Deadpool's musculature generates considerably less fatigue toxins than the muscles of an ordinary human being, granting him superhuman levels of stamina in all physical activities. His natural strength, agility and reflexes have been enhanced to levels that are beyond the natural limits of the human body. Deadpool's agility and reaction time are superior to those of even the finest human athlete.
Wow, Deadpool really was quite powerful I had a good reason to be wary.
Abilities:
Deadpool is an extraordinary hand-to-hand combatant and is skilled in multiple unarmed combat techniques. He is a master of assassination techniques, is an excellent marksman, and is highly skilled with bladed weapons (frequently carrying two swords strapped to his back). He is fluent in Japanese, German, Spanish, amongst other languages.
I wondered if he could speak Russian and Norse.
Weapons:
Deadpool employs any number of weapons depending on his current assignment. Most often he will utilize (utilise, I corrected in my head) a combination of guns and blades.
Paraphernalia:
Deadpool utilizes (sigh) a teleportation device located in his belt to whisk him out of (and occasionally into) danger, as well as a holographic image inducer that he can use to disguise his true appearance as necessary.
Why was he so camera shy? Was he really that infamous that he couldn't show his face to any one?
I read on, getting more and more involved in the profile. Wade Wilson's early life is mostly unknown... Accepting assassination jobs only against those whom he felt deserved death... He travelled throughout Asia, and was hired in Japan by a crime-lord... Wilson met and fell in love with teenage prostitute Vanessa Carlysle... He had contracted cancer... He was offered hope in the form of Department K... He became a test subject in Department K's branch of the joint U.S/Canadian superhuman enhancement project, the Weapon X project... Rejected from Weapon X after killing a team mate... Sent to the Hospice... The Hospices patients served as experimental subjects for Dr. Killebrew and his sadistic assistant, Ajax... Wilson was tortured... It is said that he eventually form a romantic attachment to the cosmic entity Death...Ajax tore out Wilson's heat and left him for dead... His thirst for vengeance was so strong that it jumpstarted his healing factor, regenerated his heart, but not cure his scarred body...
I read on and on, each paragraph more shocking then the rest, until I came to:
Wilson has been frequently seen with the half human mutant, Ink Avilov Rabinovich, or sometimes known as The Jotun.
There was a link by my name. I hovered the mouse over it. After all I had just read I needed something familiar. And anyway, what does SHIELD have on me?
I clicked on the link and another profile flashed up.
Real name:
Ink Romanoff Lokidottir
Wait, Romanoff?
Aliases: Ink Avilov Rabinovich, Ink Avilov Rabinovich Lokidottir, the Jotun, Madison.
I skipped through the nest few paragraphs, by brain not really processing what I saw.
Ink Romanoff Lokidottir is the daughter of agent Natasha Romanoff and the Norse god Loki. She was conceived after Loki attempted to escape capture and hit Natasha with a spell. It is unknown whether Loki intended for a child to be conceived but this is the result of the spell. Upon learning of the child's heritage, Natasha and Loki hid the child for a year.
After the year passed, Natasha and Loki made the decision to send the child back in time 15 years. It is unclear the exact reason for this act but after Natasha was questioned, it was reported that, "Ink is destined for something great, but if she was allowed to age accordingly, the time would come too soon."
SHEILD lost track of the child for a few months until they received a report of an Ink Avilov Rabinovich using magic in a children's home in England, Manchester.
I gasped. I was Natasha Romanoff's daughter? And I had been sent back in time? What was the meaning of this? Why? Why, why, why, why, why?
I was about to read on when Drakki let out a low warning growl, she hadn't moved from her spot on the floor, but one elevctric blue eye peeked open.
"Ink?" I glanced up and hit the screen saver button on the key pad.
"Steve?" I asked. It was Captain America. I pretended to smile, "What are you doing here?"
"I work for SHIELD now." He explained. "What are you here for?"
"Research," I said carefully. I was cautious now. I don't usually bump into people like Steve all the time. I normally met him whenever I helped out with the Avengers or when I hung out with them for game night. If Steve was working for SHIELD, I glanced at the computer. He knew about Deadpool. He knew about me. He knew more about me than I ever did.
"Research on what? You only have level 3 clearance." Steve said, a little too innocently. I knew what had happened; they had sent Steve from finding out about me. Well it was too late.
"I know why you're here, Steve." I said. "It's too late, I know everything about myself."
He sighed. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way Ink."
"It's okay, I just need to be alone for a bit I guess." I said.
He nodded, "of course." Steve walked away. I clicked off the screen saver and sent everything on me and Deadpool to the printer. SHIELD were going to pay.
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I was soaring through the clouds on Drakki. I sighed thoughtfully, mulling over everything had found out at SHIELD. I had to find Deadpool. I had to explain everything to him. I had to tell him that I knew everything about him. I had to tell him about myself, all that I had found out.
With that thought I realised that I never really knew anything about me.
I had tucked the papers inside of my pocket. On Deadpool's profile it had listed his known addresses. He had moved since I went to see him. I leaned down to Drakki's ear and told her the current address.
"Take me there." I said solemnly.
I knocked on the door and chewed my lower lip. I hoped Deadpool wouldn't go completely mad when I told him what I had done. I knew it was way over the line and I felt terrible about it.
The door opened and I was looking at a slightly angry, very confused Deadpool.
"Hey... I have to tell you something." I said
"How did you find out where I was?" His tone turned humorous, "Been stalking me have you?"
"No," I laughed nervously, "I'll explain it all."
Deadpool seemed to catch onto my mood. He opened the door a little wider and beckoned me in. "Come in to the Dead-Cave!" He said and walked into his living room. I followed and got the reference.
"That's just a re-hash of Batman's Batcave," I said.
"I know it's against copy right law, but I can't resist." He said. I was confused. What about copy right law?
"I don't know what that means, but..." I glanced around the room. It was small and cluttered. Deadpool hadn't been here long, but the place was already turning into a dump.
"Are you ok, lil' lady?" He asked me.
I took a deep breath. Gods, why was I so nervous? "I know everything," I said.
"Ok... everything, what?" Deadpool asked. He hadn't guessed. Oh crap I was getting in deep.
"I went to SHIELD this afternoon." I said, "That's where I was going this morning. I logged on to one of the computers and... I read your file. I read about everything they had on you." I admitted. I didn't look at him. I couldn't.
"You had no right to do that." He said. His voice sounded so dark. Oh gods, he was so angry.
"I know and I feel terrible. But that's not the only thing I read." I said.
"What else is there?"
I cringed. "I read my file. Turns out I don't know anything about myself either. My name is actually Ink Romanoff Lokidottir." Deadpool didn't reply; he was probably too busy thinking of ways to kill me. "Deadpool... Wade, I'm sorry." I dug into my coat pocket and dropped the papers onto the table. "Here's my file, and yours. I will get it I you never want to see me again. But since I know everything on you, you should know everything on me." I started to walk away. I should give him time to think and decide... stuff.
Deadpool moved to stand in front of me. I couldn't read anything on his mask. "Well, now you know everything, it saves me from having to tell you myself." He said. I looked up at him.
"Wait... You're not upset?" I asked. Deadpool shook his head. "But... but, but..."
"Ink, it's ok." He said, holding his hands up. "I don't really care to be honest. I'm kind of glad that you do, but &£$ lil lady, you don't have to be petrified of me again."
"You're... you don't care?" I asked.
"Nope, maybe I should, but I don't." He shrugged.
I couldn't believe it. I grinned. I flung my arms around his neck. Wade seemed startled about it, but soon was hugging me back.
"Read my file." I insisted, pulling back. "It's only fair, and I think you'll enjoy it. There was a time when I became a mercenary for hire." I threw him a wicked grin.
"No way."
"Yeah, it was the same time I fell into another universe." I admitted.
"How does someone fall into another universe?" Deadpool asked.
"You'll find out." I said and smiled at him. "I've really got to go now. I left Drakki on the roof and I left Drakki on the roof. I also left Hiss and Mr. Rhododendron in my apartment all day." I moved past him.
"Ink, wait." Deadpool said. "Since you already know about the cancer thing," he reached up to the back of his head, "I guess you should see." Deadpool took off his mask and Wade faced me.
His face was horribly scarred. It was covered in scares that looked like former tumours. He had no hair and strangely had no pupils or irises. I shook my head.
"Cancer does that to people." I shrugged. Unfortunately I had seen worse. "I have scars too." I rolled up my sleeves. I pointed to one long scare that trailed up my forearm. "This one I got from a shard of glass in an explosion that Taskmaster had set off. It shredded up my wrist and I almost died from lack of blood." I glanced at Wade. He was looking at me with, I don't know... wonder that I hadn't run off screaming. I pulled up the bottom of my top and showed him and ugly, round scare just above my right hip. "This one I got when a HYDRA agent shot through me.2 I sighed and pulled the top down. I turned my neck and moved my hair back. I pointed to another scare. "Poisoned dagger from Madam Viper." I said. I turned to him and huffed. "Bikini seasons going away and never coming back, I'm afraid." I said.
I heard a roar from the roof. "I've really got to go. You can come round to my place and we can finally hang out." I said. Wade blinked.
"Uhh... yeah, sure. I'll be there."
I smiled at him. "Sees ya there then," I said and walked out of the apartment. I got up to the roof as quickly as possible. That had been an unexpected reaction. I was glad though, because it meant that I possibly could have a friend in Wade.
Drakki was waiting for me. She groaned. "What is it?" I asked. She moaned again. I sighed, she was hungry. I hooped onto the saddle and spurred her into the sky.
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I was expecting someone to be there when I opened the door to my apartment. I was expecting some unknown SHILED agent to turn up and arrest me for discovering government secrets or something. What I didn't expect, however, was that It was Natasha in my living room. Natasha Romanoff, my mother.
"Hi," She said when I opened the living room door. I didn't know where Mr. Rhododendron or Hiss were and Drakki had left to go hunting. But at the moment, I didn't care.
"You're my mother?" I asked her in disbelief.
"You found out." She said. She knew already.
"Of course I did. How long were you planning on keeping this from me?" I asked.
"Honestly? For as long as possible. You were happy not knowing." Natasha answered.
"I would've liked to have known who my mother was!" I said, getting more and more distressed. "Why? Why send me back in time? Why did you leave me on the door step of some care home in England?"
"Because Loki learned of a prophecy," she admitted. "The prophecy said that a daughter of Loki would do something great. She would do something to change the nine realms for the better.
"I knew what you were from the very beginning. I didn't want the government to turn you into a weapon. Loki figured that Asgard would want the same thing, or to destroy you. We couldn't let that happen. As much as we hated each other, we loved you more. We wanted what was best for you."
"How?" I asked quietly, "How did you send me back?"
"I don't know. That part was your father." Natasha said. "He stole something from someone. I didn't know what it was exactly, but it had immense power. It looked like a small gem."
I didn't know what that was either. I hadn't seen any mention of a time controlling gem in any of my magic books. Controlling time in magic was tricky. If you so much as stepped on a bug you could change the entire course of humanity.
"Why was it that Loki claimed me as his daughter and not you?"
"He said that he didn't want you to be raised by mortals with not knowing your heritage." She explained. "He sent someone to look after you after we had sent you back."
"I remember. Everything started to change a year after the attack on New York." I nodded. The person Loki had sent was actually Amora the Enchantress. Amora was the one who taught me how to control my magic and suppress it if needs be, but she always seemed to focus on the attacking side of magic. There was so much hate bottled up inside of her. She often tried not to show it, but I knew it was there.
"I'm sorry, Ink. Really I am." She said. "When you turned up on SHIELD's radar it gave me such a shock. I couldn't tell anyone, not for a long time, but then I spilled it all to the Avenges."
"Is that why everyone is so protective of me?" I asked. Natasha nodded sheepishly. I shrugged, "I just wanted to do something good with my powers."
"And you have done." Natasha said. She sighed. "I would get it if you didn't want to call me 'mom'"
"It'll get some getting use too, but I can try." I said. Natasha smiled and wrapped me in a hug.
"It was a shock seeing you turn from a one year old to an adult."
"I can imagine." I said as we pulled away.
"However, I have to tell you, what you did was kind of inexcusable, you can't hack into a SHIELD computer."
"I didn't hack into a computer. I just used your log in." I said and laughed at Natasha's face. "You may be the world's greatest spy, but you're terrible at hiding your password." I started laughing and Natasha soon joined in. "So, am I going to be arrested?"
"Not today." She confirmed.