(A/N: Well babes, it's time to go. Thank you for your views, comments and kudos. It was much appreciated. Look out for the next installment, I'm giving you a week to breath before I take your breath away again.)
A blinding light took over Ivy's vision as her eyes fluttered open. The hazel-skinned woman groaned and buried her head in the mattress. "Turn out the fucking sun." She murmured, pouting. A burning feeling started to climb up her legs and the feeling of a phallic structure that was not there made Ivy sit up, looking around the room.
"Wade?" She called out, squinting her eyes at the light. "Wilson? Where are you?" The young woman ran a hand through her curls and got up from the bed, going into the bathroom to pee.
The masked mercenary couldn't have left; she ordered him not to. So where was he?
Ivy wiped herself and got up, flushing the toilet and looking at herself in the mirror. She had hickies all along her neck and on her breasts. Her lips were bruised and red and the makeup she had put on was smugged. The hazel skin of her hips and ass were ripened with an underlying shade of red.
The redhead bit her lip and called out again, "Wade?" She patted out of the bathroom and back into the suite, looking around the room. She wrapped her arms around herself and slowly walked around the suite. He was gone.
Ivy furrowed her brows and walked back to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. Her plan had failed. Her last attempt to get him to come with her had fallen through. It was what she had deserved; she shouldn't have tried to use her power to keep him there. She laid back on the bed and sighed, staring at the ceiling.
The young woman rolled over and caught sight of the food tray beside the bed. The top was placed on the tray neatly, though Ivy could not remember covering it last night. She sat up and stared at the cover, her eyebrow twitching anxiously.
The agent took a deep breath and reached for the cover, closing her eyes as she quickly lifted it. When nothing exploded, Ivy peeked an eye open. "What the fuck…?" She muttered, seeing a severed, scarred hand on a plate with it's pinky, index and middle finger up. Next to the hand was a note. Ivy reached for the paper, snatching it from the tray hastily. She unfolded it and was surprised to see such neat handwriting.
'Vee,
I'm impressed! You almost got me! Muttering that order under your breath was clever, but I outsmarted you again! You see, I knew that all this was a ploy to get me to cum with you, I mean come with you, but I wanted to tap that sweet ass before you left.
You should know that I tried to leave and it didn't work. Your power is very strong, like your pussy, and I couldn't leave! I tried the window, the door, the vents; but I couldn't go. So guess what I did? You said don't leave, but you never said all of me had to stay! So I left you a souvenir, a little toy to play with just in case you miss me! You're very smart Vee, but I'm smarter :-3!
Smell ya later little shit,
Deadpool
P.S. You are the best antagonist a guy could ask for'
Under the handwriting was a crudely drawn picture of Wade in his suit with a stick figure on its knees in front of him. The stick figure had huge spiral curls coming out of its head.
Ivy started to giggle, then she started to full out laugh. She fell back on the bed and clutched her stomach, gasping for breath. The young copperette cackled, rolling around the bed and shaking her head. "You got me, Wilson." She breathed before chuckling again. "I know you're probably watching me right now, wherever you are, with your hand in your pants." She nodded with a grin, running a hand through her hair. "I'm going to miss you, idiot."
After a long, hot shower and a change of clothes, Ivy was packing her suitcase to leave the sunny state. As she folded her clothes into the case, she smirked when she couldn't find her black panties that she wore the night before. When she was done packing, she tied her hair up in a tight bun. She let out a yawn and did a once over of the room, looking for anything she had missed.
When she was completely finished packing she picked up Wade's severed hand and examined it. Deciding that leaving a hand in a hotel suite would not be good manners, Ivy put the hand in her suitcase. "No funny business!" She warned, with a glare, shutting the trunk tight. With a final look around the room she slipped her sunglasses on her face and patted out of the suite.
Ivy got downstairs and Agent Peterson took her bag for her, driving off towards the airport. "I'm going to miss this place." The older agent said to the copperette, who in turn scoffed.
"This place is too cheery and sunny for me. I like the dark streets of Manhattan." Ivy chatted, scrolling through her emails.
"Sorry you didn't get your guy, kid." Peterson sighed, glancing over to the young woman.
Ivy waved his concern off, smiling. "It's fine, Peterson. Just pray that Maria doesn't chop my head off and put it on a pike when I get home."
"Quick tip," The older agent started, taking the turn into the landing strip of the airport. "Do your report on the plane trip back. It'll be easier to save your ass if you're prepared." He pulled up to the private jet that the organization had sent for Ivy and parked.
"Thanks for the advice, Pete." Ivy nodded, climbing out of the car.
The older man got her luggage out of the car for her and held his hand out for her to shake. "It's been fun."
The copperette rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around the burly man. "Tell Diane I said 'hello'." She pulled back with a smile, "And tell her to send me some of those snickerdoodles; I need a motherly touch."
Peterson chuckled and nodded, patting her on the back. "Take care, kid."
Ivy winked back, climbing the ramp into the jet. Her luggage was taken from her and she sat down in a cozy seat, opening her briefcase and pulling out her tablet. She cracked her knuckles and began typing out her mission report; hoping that the explanation of her failure would save her head. She spent the entirety of her flight writing out her report and proposal; not taking a break to sip on her usual flight cocktail.
By the time that the jet had landed back at headquarters, Ivy was prepared to take on an army. As she got off the plane, she was immediately ushered to the meeting rooms on the briefing floor. The elevator ride to the meeting was the longest ride she'd ever taken in her life; well that was kind wrong, because her bus ride to New York from buttfuck, Alabama was longer by a couple miles…
The point was that Ivy was nervous. The lift seemed to shrink and she felt as if she could not breath. She took her sunglasses off and wiped her eyes, sighing deeply. She was fine, she was fine, she was fine, she was fine.
The elevator doors dinged open and the young woman raised her head up high, and blanked her face, ready for business. She made her way to her assigned meeting room and delicately placed the pads of her fingers on the scanner, unlocking the door.
When she walked in the room four people were seated at the conference table; Maria Hill, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers and Director Fury. The top of the top people in S.H.I.E.L.D. were waiting for her to tell them she failed.
"Afternoon everyone." Ivy nodded to her superiors, going to stand in front of the room. She got stern greetings back as she opened her briefcase and got her files out.
"Mission report, Agent Black." Director Fury cut straight to the point, crossing his arms.
"Right," Ivy mumbled, handing a copy of her report to all of the people in the room. "I was sent to San Francisco assess and recruit one Wade Wilson, alias Deadpool. Mr. Wilson showed no signs of wanting to join our organization, so I was instructed to follow the subject for a week." The agent scrolled through her tablet and continued speaking, "Though I was sent to retrieve Mr. Wilson and recruit him, my assessment of the subject was that he is not fit to be recruited."
"That's not your call, Agent." Director Fury chided, sitting forward in his seat.
"I know, but with all due respect Director Fury, hear me out." Ivy breathed, her eyebrow quirking nervously. "Wade Wilson is a terror; he doesn't work well with others, he's reckless, he's immature, I could go on and on. If we were to recruit him in our organization he would be a little more than a liability. If you look on page three of my report; it lists an incident where Mr. Wilson shot into an unarmed car with civilians around. Is that kind of person we want working for us?"
"So you're saying," Captain Rogers started, pursing his lips, "That this 'Deadpool' would put people in danger?" Ivy nodded and the captain turned to the director, "Fury I don't think that this is a good idea…"
"If all of what you say is true," Natasha piped up, "How does he have so many kills under his belt? The person you wrote about sounds like an neanderthal."
Ivy furrowed her brows and shook her head, feeling the sudden urge to defend the masked vigilante. "Yes, Deadpool's methods are unorthodox. And sure, he walks around in a spandex suit 24/7. But he is not an idiot. He's actually the farthest thing from it."
"From some of the things in this report, it would seem like we should be picking him up on charges not handing him a badge and a title." Steve said frowning.
The copperette dismissed the claim with a wave of her hand, "He didn't hurt anyone, Cap. Wade Wilson is one of the best people I have ever met. Though I don't think he is appropriate for S.H.I.E.L.D., I think he is an upstanding member of the community and a much needed presence." The agent flipped to the last page of her report, "I recommend we leave him alone...in all aspects." Ivy finished, looking over at the director nervously.
The older man had a stern look on his face, but it wasn't a grimace. He flipped through the pages of her report once more before leaning back in his chair and looking up at the young agent. "Alright," Director Fury finally responded, making Ivy let out a breath, "I trust your judgement, Agent Black. Now if you would excuse me." The director got up from his chair and shook Ivy's hand before nodding to Maria, the two of them leaving the room.
The hazel-skinned woman let out a sigh of relief, "Thank God, I thought I was in trouble."
"Why do you always think you're in trouble?" Natasha asked with a smirk and Ivy shrugged.
"Because I am." The curly-haired girl looked over to the blonde, "Right Cap?"
Steve shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "You've gotten better."
Ivy laughed and put her files away, making a move to leave the meeting room. "This has been grand, but I need a bubble bath and a drink." She bid her two superiors farewell and walked to the elevator, beaming when the doors opened to reveal a Maximoff. "Wanda!"
The telepath smiled fondly and the curly-haired woman. "Little plant, you are back so soon. How did your mission go?"
"It was alright," Ivy shrugged, "I didn't recruit the guy."
"You do not seem all that upset," Wanda noted, her eyes flashing scarlet. She then began to smirk, "That is why…"
"...I hate when you do that." The agent glared, "I would have told you."
The telepath shrugged and let out a little chuckle. "You took too long."
"Oh deed eye?" Ivy responded, making fun of Wanda's accent.
The Maximoff yanked a curl on Ivy's head in response, "Do not be cute, little plant."
The lift's doors opened and Ivy pouted, walking out of the elevator. "That's an impossible task, Scar." She replied cockily as the doors closed. She opened the door to her apartment and took a deep breath of air, happy to be home. She kicked off her shoes and walked back to her bedroom, where her luggage was placed on her bed but something about her suitcase made her furrow her brows; it was open.
"Hello…?" Ivy called out into her apartment, slowly reaching for the gun under her skirt. "Is anyone there?" She inched further into the room, her eyes scanning the stark white room. The agent silently padded through the room, checking spaces for an intruder. When she was finished she found nothing.
The copperette slumped on her bed and stared at her suitcase. She knew she wasn't crazy; who would open her suitcase before she got in her room?
From the corner of her eye, she saw something scurry across her floor. Thinking it was a spider, Ivy screamed and jumped to stand on the bed. Ever the sensible person, the young woman pointed her gun at the floor. She breathed heavily as she watched her bedroom carpet with wide eyes, waiting for the bug to scurry once more.
The bug seemed to have other plans, for when Ivy peeked over the bed, a hand appeared. The curly-haired woman screamed bloody murder and hopped back, falling on the mattress. She crawled back until her back hit the headboard and shakily pointed her gun to the edge of the bed.
The hand popped up and scurried towards her, making Ivy pull the trigger but her safety was on. The copperette screamed once more and threw the gun at the hand. The scarred hand dodged the gun and scrambled to the frightened woman, crawling up her legs.
"What the fuck!" Ivy yelled, "Get off me, get off me, get off me!" The hand did not listen, instead running up her body and bopping her on the nose with its index finger. The redhead stopped freaking out then, instead glaring at the severed hand. "...Wade?" She whispered, looking down at the hand on her thing raised two of its fingers in a wave and crawled up her shoulders, burying its digits in her hair. "Ow, what are you…? Stop! Don't pull my hair you little shit." The hand hurried down her back and under her skirt.
Ivy cursed, throwing the severed hand down on the carpet. She ran towards her gun and undid the safety, firing a whole round into the thing. The hand's digits closed up like a spider's legs and it remained still. The agent took a deep breath and fell back on the mattress, biting her lip.
It seemed that even thousands of miles away, she could hear Wade Wilson laughing at her. "Idiot." The hazel-skinned woman cursed harshly, though a smile played on her lips.