AN: Woo, chapter 14! I went back and made it longer, I got a bit muddled up at which chapters I've uploaded, but it's fine now. It's also the point where the main story line kicks in. (It's also around now that I've run out on pre-typed chapters so I'm gonna have to start typing my ass off to finish all that I've got down on page... which is not a lot.)
Well they finally announced the Deadpool film rating! R, I'm not sure if it's a 15 over here in Enlgand but I don't mind. I'm gonna be 15 by the time it comes out. I'm not a great fan of bloody gore and a load of F-bombs, but eh, it's Deadpool and it's what we like. But I do like pointing out that they sensor everything in the current run of comics that isn't crap. But I guess you can have a rated 12 Deadpool film with him sticking swords into people!
Anyway, enjoy the new chapter!
Chapter fourteen
I staggered back from the edge of the hole in the glass wall of the apartment. The Winter Solider had jumped out of it. I had a look around, but I saw no sign of him. I didn't think he had a teleportation device on him like Deadpool: why would he bother with jumping through the glass wall in the first place? I glanced at Deadpool, he seemed ok. The shots in his chest were almost fully healed, leaving little holes in his costume.
I changed back into my human form. My ice armour changed back into my baggy PJs. I sighed, what the hell were we going to do now?
"He's going to come back." Deadpool said.
I felt the faint prickle of fear crawl up my spine. He was going to come back. Those words more then just hcilled me, they froze me to the very core. The Winter Solider was going to kill me. I don't think there was ever a time in history where he had failed to kill anyone, much like Deadpool, but unlike Deadpool I would never have any chance to pay him off. Whatever the reason HYDRA wanted to kill me for, I would probably never find out.
"HRYDA and AIM both paid you 500,000 dollars each to kill Ink Avilov Rabinovich." The HYRDA solider had said. AIM must have been the ones who had sent that helicopter that had destroyed my department all those weeks ago. AIM would come back for me for sure... They wanted something.
Think, think, think! I screamed to myself. Why me? What had I done?
Then realisation hit me like a brick in the face.
The Wrecking Crew. They were stealing something for someone. And I had stopped them.
"Crap." I said aloud.
"You finally figured it out?" Deadpool asked. I looked up at him. "I'm supreised it took you so long, I mean I probably could've told you but, I mean, what fun was that right? It was so funny to see your brain trying to work it all ou-"
"You knew?!" I screamed at him. Deadpool flinced suddenly, he obviously hadn't expected my sudden outburst. "You've known exactly why there have been so many attempts to kills me and you never thought of telling me why?"
"Hey, look I thought you would have figured it out sooner." Deadpool said he shrugged.
I turned away from him in frustration and ran my hands through my hair. Oh what was I going to do, what was I going to do?
"I need to get away from here." I whispered. I couldn't go to the Avengers, why should I? SHEILD probably could help, but I didn't like some of their methods. I could protect myself, and that was exactly what I was going to do... maybe with a little help.
"You'd have to be in hiding for a while." He said, gradually speeding up. "And really, I don't think you should be alone, like, you should stay with the Avengers or something. They would be able to protect you, probably better then SHEILD or any of the other stupid government agencies."
"No, the Avengers don't know anything about the assassination attempt from you." I informed him. "I never told them how we met. They don't know anything about HYDRA or AIM trying to kill me. And I'm not going to SHEILD, I don't need big government help."
"So... What are we going to do?" He asked. "Do you have any one else who would protect you?"
Deadpool jabbered on. I got what he was trying to say but he also didn't want to say it.
"Wade," I said, stopping him. "Come with me into hiding. You can protect me as well as any of the other Avengers can. Maybe even better." I added. "And plus, you are part of the reason I'm in this mess."
"Oh," he paused, and then nodded. "I know a place up in Canada, just outside of Labrador city. It's pretty remote and not a lot of people know about it."
"Sure, anywhere but here is ideal." I said.
"Then start packing, he'll be back soon." Deadpool said and I nodded.
"Right, I'll start right away." I walked into the living room and dragged out the suitcase. We needed to get out of here. I forgot about my fear as best I could, but it always lingered. It fuelled the plan I had started to form in my head. I opened my wardrobe. I just started pulling out clothes and chucking them in the suitcase. I threw on some clothes; I didn't care what it was, because right now, I just needed to get out of here. When the suitcase was full of everything I needed I went back into the living room.
"We'll need disguises." I said.
"Right... uhh, how are we going to do that? I did hae a holographic projector a while back. I could probably get one from somewhere-" Deadpool said, but I shook my head and cut him off.
"I'll use magic to alter our appearances. Not only do we want HYDRA tracking us, I don't want SHIELD tracking us either. Information gets leaked, and I'd not like to take any chances."
"What about money? I mean I have money but I don't think it would last for long, I'm not really that good with money; I spend it too easily. " He said.
"I've got that covered." I said. Whilst I was throwing cloths into the suitcase I came across something I had carefully hidden away and carefully forgot about. I held up a credit card. "I made this when I first came to America; for emergencies only. It has an infinite amount of money on it and it's untraceable, so it can't be pinned to any real bank account if someone has a look around. Even then, the names and numbers change every time you use it." Magic and my power were so helpful sometimes.
"Cool." Deadpool said.
"I can also make fake ID's and passports." I said. I put the card in my back pocket for later. "I'm a little rusty on appearance spells, so it might take a few times to get it right." I walked over to my shelf and brought out my magic book on charms and illusions.
"Wait, wait, wait, you can alter my appearance?" He asked.
"Of course," I said, and slapped the book on the coffee table. I started flicking through it, scanning the titles for the one I needed. "You kind of stand out, you know. Do you have any normal cloths?"
"Why?"
"Well the disguise isn't going to work with you dressed like that." I said. "I can create an image over the top of your suit, but sometimes the magic can kind of give out on itself, or I could run out of energy to power it."
"Wow, you make it sound like magic isn't all sunshine and rainbows." Deadpool said.
"Of course it isn't" I replied to him. "Do you have any specific ideas of how you want to look like?" I asked, then realised what sort of question that was. I cut Deadpool off before he could answer. "I mean, what did you look like before? I'm assuming that no one will recognise you, so I'm hoping it would be fine to just look how you used to."
"Well, I don't exactly remember all of it that well. Is that important?" He asked.
I frowned. SHIELD didn't know that much about Wade before he became Deadpool. It was a shame he didn't either. "Well, yes actually, but I can give you dark hair and no scars if nothing else. Take off your mask and I'll get started."
Even though I wasn't use to it, creating appearances wasn't that hard. I had done it before, with minor things like a different hair style for day just to see what it was like; or a different eye colour that would compliment what I was wearing. You know; simple stuff.
With Wade, it was like going over a picture with Photoshop to smooth out the edges. I gave him brown hair and brown eyes like the SHIELD profile had said. They weren't any shade in particular but Wade said it was fine. I also took away the scars. It was astonishing what the difference was. His bone structure was still the same so he would show up on facial recognition software in air ports if they had his profile, but I doubted it. Apart from that, no one would know him if they saw him on the street.
Wade himself couldn't believe it and kept staring at himself in the mirror.
"You're so vain." I muttered.
"I know." He said.
I rolled my eyes; I still had my disguise to create. I shoved Wade out of the way. I stared at myself in the mirror and concentrated on how I wanted to look like.
In my mind's eye, I saw a girl my age with flaming ginger hair. Her hair had so many tight curls that brushes would break just by being near it. Her hair was shoulder length and would get frizzy damp conditions. She had bright, piercing green eyes, with a ring of hazel around the pupil. She had fair skin and a sprinkling of freckles over her nose. Her face was a little rounder than mine. Over all, she was slim and soft. Although I retained all of my strength I had now when I was in the disguise, I certainly didn't want to look like it.
As I stared at myself in the mirror, I started to shine. An electric blue light highlighted all of my features and changed them ever so slightly. The light got brighter; when it faded, the girl staring at me was the one I had imagined. I stuck my tongue at her. She did the same to me.
"Perfect." I said. My voice was slightly different as well. It went with my petite body. I looked up at Wade, I was shorter now. I was about 5'4" or 5'3".
"You look different." Wade said and pinched my nose. I smacked his hand away. "But not as good as me."
I rolled my eyes. "Look, all we need to do now is get to the air port; garb a flight up to Canada; get to this place you now of and stay there for as long as it takes for this whole fiasco to calm down." I said.
"Sounds like a plan." Wade agreed. "Oh, wait. It is a plan!"
"Great there's a laptop around here somewhere." I said. "Can you look up the air port and arrange the next flight up to Canada? I'll have to leave my mum a message." I handed him the credit card. "Use this."
"You've gotta ditch your phone." Wade said. "HYDRA, AIM, SHEILD, they can all track it."
"I know. I'm going to create new stuff when we get up to Canada." I said.
Wade went off to find the laptop and left me alone with my phone.
I rang Natasha's number and put the mobile to my ear. I knew she wouldn't pick up. It was the middle of the night.
It took five rings until I heard the recorded message: "You've reached Natasha Romanoff. Leave a message."
I was surprised she didn't yell any deaths threats or anything. I let the magic that changed my voice drop.
"Hey mum, it's Ink. Look I'm just calling cause... I need a vacation. Yeah, a vacation at midnight, I know; weird." Oh dammit, I always did this on recorded messages. My whole way of speaking changed. "So I was just calling because I need you to look after Hiss, Drakki and Sir for me whilst I'm gone. I don't know when specifically know when I'll be back, but I know it's not going to be soon. I can't tell where I'm going, just that I am. Hiss, Drakki and Sir will be at the Tower in the morning. Love you, mum. Bye." I hung up and sighed.
"Wow, way to keep the Avengers from suspecting anything." Wade muttered sarcastically.
Natasha would know something was up immediately. What with the noticeable absence of Deadpool, gossip will spread. And I'm not talking about the stuff in the superhero world, I'm talking about celebrity type gossip. You think celebrities have it bad? You have no idea about public heroes. The press were the worst.
"Hey what class do we want?" Wade asked.
"First; infinite amount of money, remember?" I reminded.
"Ohh, yeah. And what about names, what am I supposed to do about that?"
I thought for a second. "I'll be Scarlett Barnett and you can be whatever you want to be – within reason."
"So I can't be Tony Stark or anything?"
"No, low profile, remember?" I reminded him.
"Aww."
"Just pick something generic." I said. "Something no one will suspect and something you'll remember."
An hour later, we were packed and ready to go. I had almost forced Wade to stop at his place for spare cloths. If I fell asleep on the plane, some of the magic might wear off.
I also made us fake IDs and passports with our new identities. We were getting the first flight up to Labrador City, Canada. It seemed perfect: the getaway; the hiding; the whole thing. And I hoped it worked.