AN: It's Friday again! Yaaay new chapter! This is all where it kicks off. But I don't really wanna talk about my story, I wanna talk about Age of Ultron.

Three words: Oh my God.

I won't say any more, but, do you want me to do a tie in? Ink won't be massively part of the story line, but I am thinking of a short tie in. In the end, it's up to you. Leave a comment on whether you would like to see a short tie in to Avengers Age of Ultron.

Chapter sixteen

In a word, the cabin was cosy. It did have two bedrooms (luckily) but it also had a fire place, an oven fridge/freezer, and a tiny TV, all of which worked. For a seemingly abandoned cabin, it was in pretty good condition. The roof only had a few holes, everything was furnished and we had we were in the middle of a forest, so there was an abundance of wood for the fire.

"I thought you said this place was abandoned." I said, looking about the spacious living room/ kitchen. "It looks like a holiday home."

"Well, it is." Wade said, also having a snoop around in the kitchen.

"It is – what? Abandoned or a holiday home?" I asked.

"Both." He replied.

"Then why couldn't you have just said that?" I asked.

"Because, I didn't." He said. "Besides, no one's going to come looking. We're in the middle of nowhere and no one's around for miles."

There was a knock at the door.

We both froze.

I looked at him. "I thought you said no one was around." I hissed at him. Wade shrugged in a panicked sort of way. "Fine, I'll answer it. You go and prepare for the worst."

"Ooh, yay!" He said excitedly. "It's a good thing I packed weapons!"

"What?" I asked. "How did you get that past security at the air port?" I shook my head. "You know what? I don't care."

I went to the door and it didn't have one of those spy hole things. Not that I ever used those things anyway. Hesitantly I opened the door.

"Hey!" The person on the other side said cheerily. Oh no, I thought. The woman on the other side of the door was the same one that I had asked directions to the car shop from. She was holding a huge cast iron pot. No doubt it was filled with some kind of casserole. "We saw you move in. I just came around to say hi."

"Oh, ok. Thanks." I said and look behind. I saw Wade holding one of his katanas. I gestured wildly for him to hide it.

He hid it behind his back.

Great.

"Sorry, we're kind of disorganised." I said turning back to the woman.

"Oh I know, moving house is hard, so I thought it might be nice to give this to you." She said and held the pot out to me.

"Thanks." I said again. Oh god, what do I do now? I took the pot.

"We're just down the road if you need anything." She said.

"I'm sure we'll be fine. I'll drop the pot off tomorrow?" I asked.

"Oh, no. You keep it." She said.

Wow. These pots cost a fortune.

"I'm Matilda Stevens." She introduced.

"I'm Madison Barnett, that's Dean Poole." I said and gestured backwards to Wade without Matilda actually seeing him. He still had his katana.

After a lot of arguing over Wade's name I had let him settle with Dean Poole. It was far too much like Deadpool for my liking, but it was the only one that wasn't over-the-top ridiculous.

"I hope to see you around again." She said, turning away. "Good bye now."

"Bye." I said and turned inside, my back leaning against the door.

"What was all that about?" Wade asked.

I shrugged. "Why are you asking me?" I said. "But I do know one thing," I walked over to the kitchen.

"What? That you've got a posh accent?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes. "No, we've got a free dinner." I said, gesturing to the pot. "Though right now, we've still got a lot to do around here. I have a roof to fix."

"Are you sure it's not poisoned?"

"Come on, Wade, its Canada. I highly doubt it." I said.

By the time I had finished fixing up the not-so-abandoned cabin, it was pitch black outside. I had discovered that there was a broken down boiler in an outhouse and had sent Wade to work on it whilst I fixed the holes in the roof. I no longer cared that I shouldn't use magic. We were going to be in Canada for a while in the middle of nowhere. We had almost completely dropped off the grid. No one would see the magic, so why bother not using it?

Currently I was making note of what we needed food wise in the kitchen. One thing that I had learnt from living in a care home, always have food.

Wade had already finished with the boiler (I had no idea how, all I heard was a load of banging and cursing) and was watching the news on the ancient TV.

"Uhh, Ink?" Wade asked. "Come take a look at this."

I looked over at the TV. My jaw dropped. The news report was about mine and Deadpool's disappearance into seemingly thin air. The theories ranged from a kidnapping to us two running away with each other because of some secret romance. Pfft, as if.

I groaned. I was never going to live this down when I got back. And the Avengers were likely to kill Wade.

"Damn, that was quick." I muttered. How long had it been, two days almost?

"I'm offended on how to news report focuses only on you." Wade said.

"Really? Is it surprising?" I asked. I had let our disguises for the evening drop. There was no one around but us. Well, except for that encounter with the extremely nice Canadian lady.

"I didn't say it was surprising, I said I was offended." He corrected.

"I heard. I was asking if it was surprising that the news report on me rather than you." I said. "If you don't mind me saying, you're not that well liked by the public, but I am."

"How dare you." He said, but I knew I hadn't offended him. "I'm very well liked by the public. I have fangirls."

"Oh, please. Every superhero has fangirls. Even my dad and he's a super villain."

"Loki? The guy-who-attacked-New-York; seriously?"

"I know right?" I said. "No matter what though, all fangirls are just a little bit crazy: some more than others."

"That's true." He agreed. "Word of warning, never go dressed as yourself to comic con, you just get hoards of weirdos coming up to you."

"You go to comic con?" I asked, slightly bewildered.

"Yeah, it's awesome! It is filled with weirdos. I tend to dress as someone else, after an extremely awkward and annoying encounter. I thought about killing them more than once. Haven't you ever gone?"

"No, I always meant to."

"So, you never did say." Wade said, changing the subject. "Where did your other dragon and tiger come from?"

I sighed.

"Aw come on. I wanna know! Pwease?"

"Pwease?" I quoted.

"Yes." He said and made the cutest face he could, which didn't really work because of all of the scars.

But it was quite cute.

"Fine!" I said.

"Yes!" He faced me and got into a comfier position in the way a five year old would.

I took a breath. "Let's see, I made Drakki and Hiss with my power when I got over to America. I made Hiss first, but I kept leaping into super powered battles everywhere there was one." I said. "I did it because I thought I should, with all of my powers. It annoyed the other superheroes, which annoyed me. I needed a way of getting out of the battles quicker and a way of getting to them sooner.

"I also had this strange fascination to fly as well. The only plane ride I had been on was the one from England to America, and to my dismay, "I said overly dramatically, "I slept through nearly all of it.

"So one day, I was playing around with my magic in the form of blue electricity. I already knew what kind of dragon I wanted, but I wanted her to be specifically mine. So I added a little extra. I made Drakki and added those blue markings for effect. And she was awesome. She lights up in lighting storms or whenever I'm playing around with magic. She had taken an instant shine to me." Wade laughed at the stupid pun. "She's never left my side since, well today."

Wade nodded. "So what about the tiger?"

"Mr. Rhododendron?" I asked.

"You know I'm never gonna call him that, right? I may be crazy, but I'm not that crazy." He said.

"Hey, it was the name he came with." I said holding my hands up.

"So you didn't make him with your utterly lame sounding power?"

I frowned at him. "My power is not lame, and no I didn't."

"So where'd he come from?"

"Well, that's always been kind of a mystery to me." I admitted. "I found him one day in central park. I thought he had escaped from the zoo or something. I was going to get a police officer or someone similar when he looked up and stared at me. I thought I was a goner for sure. Tigers are my favourite animals apart from cats. There was no way I could bring myself to kill it if it attacked."

"And..?" Wade prompted.

"And he didn't attack. So we just sat and stared at each other for a while. I got this feeling that he wouldn't hurt me so, I moved closer. I had this wild urge to stroke him. I held out my hand and got as close as I dared, he was still a tiger after all. He came the last few centimetres and touched his nose to my finger tips.

"As soon as we connected, I felt a pulse of energy go through me and into the tiger. I knew it was magic, but I hadn't cast anything purposely. It happened on impulse." I said and sighed. "And then he started to talk."

"Your tiger can talk?" Wade asked. He still didn't believe me.

"I've had this theory." I admitted, mainly because I wanted him to stop looking at me like I was crazy. That was my job to do to him. "I've theorised that the pulse of magic was a translation spell. They're usually one way things, so I could understand him, but he couldn't understand me. He was unusually aware for what he was, and seemed to interpret what I was saying." I explained.

"Right." He still didn't believe me. "So where'd the ridiculous name come from?"

"He told me it. Like I said before, I don't know his background. At a guess, I'd say he met a young girl on his travels. The girl had heard someone say the word Rhododendron before and when she found the tiger, she decided to name him that." I said.

"All of that sounds pretty accurate for someone who doesn't know anything."

"It's what I would do if I was young." I shrugged.

"Well, that was kinda disappointing." Wade said.

"Hey, I thought it was a nice story." I argued in my defence.

"Maybe for you it is, but I'm into more action with shooting things, stabbing things, and making things blow up."

"Hey, you were the one who wanted to hear it." I said. "What were you expecting, anyway? A secret experiment on a tiger?"

"Yes, or something a little less ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?" I quoted. "You're calling that ridiculous?"

We argued back and forth like that for what seemed like half an hour: turned out it had almost been two instead. At one point, the conversation drifted and I ended up dozing off, with Wade still talking my ears off. I nodded as much as I could and gave mumbled answers. I needed sleep. I wasn't the happiest person in the mornings, and at the rate we were going it was going to be more likely mid-day.

I felt safe; safer than I had been for a while; safe enough to fall asleep with an infamous mercenary on the other sofa. And so I did.