AN: I just realised that my question of should I do an Avengers Age of Ultron tie in came a little early, since most of my audience is American, you've only just got Avengers Age of Ultron today, and plus the question it self is totally pointless. Of course I'm going to do an Avengers Age of Ultron tie in! I've pretty much figured out the story line, but it won't be published until after Blood and Ink and a following short story will be finished. Oh and it's not going to be long, only a short story.

Any way, I hope you like this chapter, this is all where it really kicks off...

Chapter seventeen

It had been weeks now. Weeks and nothing horrible had happened. I couldn't believe it. No way.

It had been about three weeks since I had been attacked in my New York apartment by the Winter Solider. It had been three weeks since I ran away from the threat of HYDRA killing me with the original mercenary who had been hired to do it; Deadpool. It had also been three weeks since either of us had really been outside. It had had a dramatic affect on us.

Wade's mood darkened each day. He hadn't had any kind fun in three weeks and he was bored. And a bored Deadpool is well... unpleasant to say the least.

Wade would probably say the same thing about me. I had grown irritable over the past few weeks. I snapped easily and was almost always grumpy. We hadn't had a fight yet, but I could feel it brewing. Like a storm cloud hidden behind bright skies. When that storm was unleashed, hell would be let loose in Canada.

I tried as hard as I could to keep occupied. To keep up appearances, I had started making hand knitted items for sale. Knitting was a secret hobby of mine and I had decided I could make some money from it, even though we didn't need it. I always used good quality wool, which was expensive, so the items were a little expensive too. But they were very warm and that was the main thing.

So because of the amount knitting I had to do to keep myself from being bored and to keep up with demand, the cabin had become a mazes of baskets full of wool, a few of Wade's weapons and knitting needles. In the mix of that was also a few consoles and a whole stack of games (something to keep Wade happy).

"How long do we have to stay here?" Wade asked. He was sitting on the sofa next to me, playing some kind of war game. "We've been here for three weeks, haven't HYDRA already forgotten about you?"

I huffed. "I doubt it," I said, not particularly listening to the conversation. It was one we had had before, and I didn't want to have it again. I was doing a particular knit anyway. Cable knit is a nightmare. "I mean its HYDRA."

"Yeah, it's just so boring." He paused the game. Ok now I was worried, I haven't heard of any boy pausing a console game before. "I mean you have your obsession with knitting, but me? I've already completed these games." He said irritably.

"It's not an obsession. People pay good money for this stuff." I corrected. Wade huffed. "What's your problem today?" I asked. He was trying to start a fight for some reason.

"Like you wouldn't know. I'm bored, Ink. This is driving me crazy... or more crazy." He said. "Maybe running wasn't the best idea. Maybe you should've gone and hid behind your personal army of the magical creatures you rule over."

"Hey," I said. "Why would you say something like that?"

"I don't know, maybe because I am sick and tired of doing nothing all day?" Wade replied.

"You do realise none of this is my fault?" I asked.

"Of course, you're just some interstellar princess who runs at the first sign of danger." He said.

I didn't like being called a princess, partly because I wasn't one. And it struck a nerve that had been frayed for a long time. Someone else had called me Princess. He was dead. "I am not a princess. I am not the heir to the throne of Jotunheim. I haven't been proven yet." I added quietly.

"Oh I'm sorry your highness. I am just a mortal and have no idea of alien hierarchy."

"Don't talk to me like that." I said quietly. I stood up. "You should be grateful; any other being in the Nine Realms and beyond think of the human race as something to be conquered or enslaved. I see everyone as equal. I hate how the Asgardians and Jotuns war over something as little as that. I will see to it that the Jotuns have peace with everyone in the Nine Realms." I said. He had had a similar idea. Oh, it was all coming back now and I didn't want it to. "So don't you dare presume anything about me, or my Jotun side."

I turned away from him and headed to the door.

"Where are you going?" Wade asked.

I shoved my feet into my boots. "Out." I said. I didn't care how late it was. I didn't care that it was pitch black outside. I didn't care that I was in unsuitable clothes. All I wanted was to get as far away as I could from Deadpool. "Don't try to follow me. I might not be back for some time." I said. I opened the door and walked out. I slammed it behind me and headed around the back to the forest.

How dare he. How dare he. Wade had no right to say things like that to me. And what had brought it on? The excuse of being bored was utter crap. I mean, sure we had been getting progressively worse over the past few days, but why today? Why now? Ugh, it was stupid.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I glared at my boots as I strode through the forest. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. That was probably a bad thing, but I didn't care. I was just so furious.

I hated how the Jotuns were like. I hated what the Asgardians were like. I hated everyone who thought they were better. It was what the Asgardians and the Jotuns had warred over. Jotuns had thought they were better than the humans and the Asgardians had slaughtered nearly everyone to get them to stop. It was what had 'forced' the Asgardians to wipe out all of the dark elves five thousand years ago and again today.

Asgardians. I huffed. They were no better. They acted like they were the saving grace of Midgard. We could take care of ourselves. I could take care of myself. I didn't need any one.

And I didn't need any one because I had learnt not to. I never had any one. I had never met Loki; Natasha had dumped me in a care home, despite her good intentions; and the person I had loved most in the world was dead. I couldn't help anyone for fear of angering Asgard and I was burdened by that stupid promise of the Jotun throne. I might not be the heir yet, but there was no one else for it.

I huffed again. My breath clouded around me. I finally decided to look up... Where was I? I span around. I saw my tracks easily in the snow. That was fine then. As long as a storm didn't blow in, then I could find my way back. I sat down on a nearby log. I breathed in deeply. The crisp, clear, cold air filled my lungs and made them burn. My face relaxed. I hadn't had the time to put my disguise on. But it didn't matter; I was alone... as always.

I found the snow covered forest oddly beautiful. Although trapped in the icy grasp of winter, it was amazing. The frost patterns on the spiders webs. The ice dusted on the edge of leaves. Maybe it was the Jotun in me, but I liked winter when I wasn't freezing to death.

I stood up and opened my hand. Blue spread across and up my arm. My pyjamas faded away, and in place was the ice armour. Everyone on Jotunheim was a warrior at some point in their lives; even the women, although they are rarely seen in battle.

I breathed in again. Instead of burning my lungs like it would as a human, it was different. Temperatures worked differently with me. Most Jotuns on Earth actually start to shrink due to the heat. They can't even stand warm temperatures for long. Because I was part human, I could stand the Earth's climate.

I decided to try something. Frost spread across my hand. Then it reached into the sky, a swirl of frost, as thin as paper. With a breath, the frost sculpture dissolved into diamond dust, floating into the air and away in the wind. I sighed, turning back into my human self as I did so. I probably should be getting back now.

I turned in the vague directions of where I thought I had come from and headed back to the cabin. I kept staring at the tracks, like I had going to my little place of solitude but something seemed off. The treads of the boots didn't seem quite... right. The whole shape of it looked wrong. I stopped walking and looked around. I had his strange feeling that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up straight.

Someone was watching me.

Deadpool POV

Deadpool watch as Ink left the cabin, visibly shaking with anger. Damn it, damn it, damn it. Why did he say any of that?

"Because we're stupid." Italics answered.

"We are stupid." Deadpool agreed.

"We have to go get her." Bold said. "We gotta go-"

"Go what, apologise? That's just crazy." Deadpool asked.

"Crazier that a guy who's standing alone in a cabin talking to two voices in his head?" Bold asked.

"Yes." Deadpool replied.

"Well it's not like she's gonna freeze out there." Italics pointed out.

"See? It's fine!" Deadpool said, trying to ignore the doubt and the dread that settled over him.

"You see? That's where you're wrong. You have to remember what's here."Bold reminded him, dragging open a memory that Deadpool wanted to forget ever so badly.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me!" Italics said. "No, that's not possible. It was shut down. No, no, no, no..." Italics muttered on.

"I'm so stupid." Deadpool said realising his mistake. How could he have been so stupid?

"No no no no no no..." Italics muttered on.

"No no no no no no..." Bold joined in.

The experiments never ended. This can't be happening.

"Nonononono..."

"No."