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Ivy breathed through her nose as she did another lap around the park. Her curly hair was up in a ponytail and bouncing with her as she jogged, and she was dressed in a sports bra and running shorts. The agent was actually following Wade Wilson, who was currently dining in the mexican restaurant across from the park she was running in. The mercenary had been in the restaurant for two hours already and was enthusiastically talking to some guy with ginger hair and glasses.
Ivy paused to rest on a park bench that had a good view of the restaurant. She took a swig of water and stretched her leg out. She put a finger to her ear, "1145 Subject is still in mexican resturant, has not moved for two hours. He seems to not have detected me yet." Ivy finished up her memo and started to jog again, mentally thanking Captain Rogers for being so hard on her during training.
After another half hour, Wilson and his friend finally leave the restaurant, walking down the street together. Ivy waits a few minutes before jogging after them, muttering in her earpiece. "1215 Subject has finally left the restaurant, headed to an unknown location with unidentified companion." She slowed her jog down and watched as the two men entered into a bar. Ivy looked down at her outfit and cursed, taking her phone out of her sports bra. She called her driver, "I need to change, where-" She was cut off by the blacked out SUV pulling up beside her. She opened the door and climbed in.
"Thanks Agent Peterson." The copperette chimed as she began to shamelessly strip out of her clothes. She looked in the espionage duffle bag she packed and pulled out some black leather pants. She shoved the pants in the front seat where Agent Peterson was pretending not to watch her change. "Whatdya think? Too Sandy from Grease?"
Agent Peterson nodded, "Try the black skirt."
Ivy hummed in appreciation and took the agent's suggestion, pulling out a black skirt and a matching cropped top. She slid the skirt over her hips and fastened two knives around her thighs. She pulled the top over her head and smoothed the fabric out, the shirt clinging to her torso. She exchanged her running shoes for heeled boots and slid on a pair of raybans over her eyes. She took down her ponytail and ran a hand through her hair before putting a black beanie over it. She stuffed the majority of her curls in the beanie, only leaving a few strands out to frame her face.
"How do I look?" She asked Agent Peterson and he gave her a thumbs up. "Great. I'm going in." The copperette got out of the SUV and trotted to the bar door, swinging it open. The bar was dark and damp, with many suspicious characters seated at tables and Ivy could feel eyes on her. She took a seat in a booth in the back and surveyed the dive, finding her target seated at the bar and his companion behind it.
Ivy reached out and pulled a random guy by his arm, her full lips turning into a smirk. "Be a doll and order a drink for me, won't you sweets?" She asked, pulling her sunglasses down and winking. The man obeyed her, going to the bar and ordering a random drink. He returned to her and placed the drink on the table, making a move to sit across from her. "Leave." She muttered and the guy followed her order, walking out the bar. "That's not what I meant, but I'll take it." Ivy mumbled, her eyes on Wilson and his friend. "13, eh...23? Subject is in dive bar with unidentified companion, speaking animatedly about something stupid, I'm sure." She mumbled into her earpiece. Ivy took her phone out and pretended to look through it, trying to look busy. A few minutes passed when she felt eyes on her, making her look up without moving her head. Unidentified companion was walking towards her with a shot glass filled with a brown liquid and whip cream. He sat in a chair across from her and placed the shot on the table.
"Blow job?" The ginger man asked with an awkward grin.
Ivy raised a manicured brow and put her phone down. "Excuse me?"
"It's the name of the drink, I'm not offering you a blow job…" The ginger stated before raising her brows, "Unless you're in to that sort of thing."
The copperette glanced down at the drink, before raising it to her lips and licking the whip cream from it sensually. The ginger man watched her with wide eyes, biting on his thin lips. "My dick is too big," Ivy quipped before adding, "You'd choke. Now go away from me, Scooter."
"My names not Scooter," The guy informed her with a frown, "It's-"
Ivy held up her hand and clicked her teeth. "I know it's not, muppet. But I don't care what it is. Leave me alone before I break your glasses in the most violent way possible."
Unidentified companion scoffed at her, getting up from the seat. "That'll be $8 for the blow job, bitch."
"Even if I didn't get to cum in your mouth?" Ivy asked mockingly and the guy glared at her, going behind the bar. The copperette woman rolled her eyes and threw the shot back, licking the cream off of her lips. It actually wasn't that bad. "Unidentified companion tried to hit on me, then called me a bitch. Note to self, get his name and submit it to be audited by friends at the IRS."
Ivy's attention returned to her phone and she shoot a quick text to Maria, updating her on the progress of her mission. She then began to look through her emails, not looking up when she heard the chair across from her screech across the floor. "Thought I told you to beat it, Annie."
"Wrong person, carrot top." The voice of the masked mercenary greeted her and she looked up.
Not wanting to blow her cover, she looked him up and down. "Who are you supposed to be? A ladybug cosplayer?"
"Ha!" Deadpool threw his head back in a laugh, "That's a good one, Vee!"
Ivy paused and furrowed her brows. "Who?" She inquired, convincingly.
The mercenary chuckled, raising from the table. "Oh, so we're going to play this game? Alright gorgeous." He walked away from her and toward the pool table, tapping two men on the arm and muttering something to them, pointing at her. The men then started to glare at the young woman and walk towards her.
"Son of a bitch." Ivy mumbled before looking up at the men. "How can I help you gentlemen?" She asked with a charming smile.
"That guy over there told us he would pay us a hundred bucks each to kick your ass." The largest of the men told her, cracking his knuckles.
The copperette scoffed, "Seriously?" She snapped, before motioning to Wilson, "He looks like he barely has three dollars to his name."
"A bet is a bet, sweetheart." The smallest one said and Unidentified companion screamed from the bar, "Step right up and place your bets, these two fine gentlemen versus the fraile bitch in the booth!"
"Un-fucking-believable." Ivy muttered to herself, as the men started to get more and more riled up from the crowd shouting at them.
The shortest man smashed his hands on the table and yelled, "Come on toots! If you're nice, we won't beat you too bad."
The copperette clenched her jaw and in a quick motion grabbed both of the knives strapped to her thigh and stabbed them through the man's hands successfully pinning him to the table. Not getting up from her seat, Ivy extended her leg up and kicked the man in the jaw, making his head fly back. She let go of the knives and stood as the larger of the two ran towards her. He reached his hands out to grab her and she ducked, dancing around him. She extended her heeled foot and knocked the burly man in the back, making him fall over onto the booth.
Ivy turned her head and glared at the red and black suited man snickering at the bar. "I'm going to fucking kill you." She spat, only to groan in pain when a hand yanked her back by her hair. Her beanie fell to the ground and the man's hand yanked her hair at the roots, making Ivy clench her teeth. The burly man glared down at her and punched her in the stomach,the action knocking the air out of her.
In that moment she could hear Steve's voice in her head, 'Don't hurt civilians' but the order erased from her mind as she stomped on the man's foot with her heel. The man screamed and let her hair go, cradling his foot in his hand. Ivy pinched his neck, her eyes flashing white as she drained his energy in order to knock the man out. His eyes closed and he fell to the ground. "Stay down old man." She muttered, only to be yanked back by her skirt.
The short man who she pinned to the table had freed himself and was staring at her with murder in his eyes. She pulled her skirt out of his hands and he glared at her, flipping open a switchblade. Ivy cracked her neck and put up her fists. The crowd cheered as they began to circle each other, each one waiting for the other to make a move. The man brandished his knife towards her and she moved back, but his knife caught her skirt, cutting a big split in it.
The crowd cooed and cheered as Ivy's tanned thigh and weapon garterbelt was exposed. The old man lost focused and sneered at Ivy making the young agent narrow her eyes. She caught him off guard and rushed toward him. The man blindly waved his knife, nicking the hazel-skinned woman on the arm. Ivy pushed him against the bar, making the man bend back. He tried to straighten up but Ivy put her palm in his forehead and bashed his head against the bar, successfully knocking him out.
Ivy ran a hand through her now loose curls and took off her sunglasses, putting them in her shirt. She caught her breath and sat at the bar, ignoring the silent crowd that was looking at her in shock. She looked at her bleeding arm and sighed, turning to U.C. behind the bar. "Can I get a towel?" The ginger man got over his shock and nodded eagerly, handing her a bar towel. "Thanks Stimpy." The copperette smirked and wiped the blood from her arm. She turned to the masked man starring her with, what looked like, his jaw dropped. "What?" She asked irritably.
"I'm really turned on right now." He rasped to her and Ivy's brown eyes danced down to his pelvis.
"I can tell." The copperette replied with a raised brow.
Deadpool snickered and leaned toward her excitedly, "That was amazing! When I called those goons on you I didn't think you would actually fight them! I think that one guy is dead! And did I see you do the Vulcan nerve pinch?"
"Something like that…" Ivy trailed, her eyebrow twitching up. "Do you have somewhere we could talk? In private?"
Wilson's eyebrows raised and he looked at his friend behind the bar, the ginger man giving him a quick thumbs up. The masked man nodded and motioned for the curly-haired woman to follow him. They walked down a dimly lit hallway until he opened a door, motioning for her to walk in first. Ivy walked into the darkness, running into a wall as Deadpool closed the door behind him.
"What the fuck…" Ivy muttered, as she tried to make out the room in the darkness. A light clicked on above her and she was faced with a red chest. She looked around her, "Are we in a fucking closet?"
"Actually it's for the janitor but we can make it a fucking closet!" Wilson answered excitedly, taking a step closer to the copperette.
Ivy felt the masked man's hard-on through the cut in her skirt and she pressed a hand to his chest, pushing him away. "Seriously Wilson-"
"Deadpool."
"Bitch," Ivy continued without skipping a beat. "We could really use you in S.H.I.E.L.D."
"And I could really use you on your knees." The red and black figure retorted, stepping close to her again.
"Wilson!" Ivy snapped before continuing her recruitment speech, "I've seen some footage and your weapons expertise is the best I've ever seen; and I work with the best of the best. "
"Vee…" Wilson droned out, his fingers playing with the agent's torn skirt. He pressed himself against her, pushing her further against the wall and the young woman's brown eyes stared up at him boredly. "We could make some footage together, Vee. Some hot, grainy, 'One Night In Ivy' kinda footage. We could be famous!"
"Cute." The copperette snorted with a roll of her eyes. "I would consider the proposition if you didn't almost got me killed...by two burly men who looked like they had venereal diseases." She paused and scrunched up her face mockingly, "I probably should get tested, I got a little blood on me..."
"You're adorable!" Deadpool cooed, bopping her on her scrunched nose. "I wouldn't have let them hurt you Vee! I just wanted to see you squirm! In more ways than one..." He raised a gloved hand and wiped the blood from her arm. The mask stretched across his face, indicating he was smiling. "I was going to save you Vee."
Ivy's eyebrow twitched and she frowned. "I'm sure that is meant to be sweet in your twisted little mind, Wilson. I would probably appreciate it more if your dick wasn't poking me in the belly button."
"I think the penis part makes it sweeter." The mercenary whispered, his fingers squeezing her cheeks like a rouge grandmother. The hazel-skinned woman placed her hands on top of the masked man's trying to pry them off her face. Wilson grinned wider and cooed, "Aww, we're holding hands."
Ivy said nothing in response, trying to relieve her cheeks of the pressure of his fingers. "Wilson." She warned, glaring up at her mission, "Get off."
"But you're cheeks are so round, Vee." Deadpool muttered with a face to serious for the remark he just made. "You look like a sexy chipmunk. I don't know whether to tuck you in or fuck you in."
The hazel-skinned agent narrowed her eyes and pushed him away from her, "Get off me, Wilson!" She growled, exiting the closet. She turned around and vocalized, "I hope you and your right hand are happy together."
"For your information," Deadpool called after her, "I use my left hand!" Ivy rolled her eyes and continued to walk out of the bar. "I sit on it and pretend it's yours!" The copperette paused, looking behind her with a disgusted face. The mercenary held his thumb and his pinky up to his ear and mouth, "Call me!"
Ivy stomped out of the bar and into her blacked out SUV. She took her cellphone out of her bra and called Maria.
"Well?" The elder brunette agent asked and Ivy pouted.
"No dice." The copperette replied, examining her ripped skirt. "But you do owe me a gift card to Charlotte Russe."
Maria sighed, "You still have four days left, Agent Black. I'm sure you can convince him by then."
"About that," Ivy bit her lip in thought, "Am I getting a raise for this?"
"Ivy, if you get Wade Wilson to join S.H.I.E.L.D., I'll personally see to it that you become an Avenger."
The copperette's eyes widened and she said an affirmative into the phone, and after giving Maria a play by play of the day, she hung up.
She could be an Avenger! Her! Ivy Black could be hobnobbing with the likes of Iron Man, Hawkeye and Captain America. It's one thing to train with them, but it's another thing to be on their team!
If Ivy wasn't motivated before, this certainly heightened the stakes a little. Wade Wilson was coming with her, whether he liked it or not.