Wade Wilson was a son of a bitch. He was rude, annoying, sex-obsessed, and my best friend. Logan had told me time and time again that I was just a female version of Deadpool. I took it as a compliment, even though it was obviously meant as an insult. He was the only person I ever really felt close to, except for the X-Men, and even then, Wade knew me better. Most of the time, we were inseparable. He took me with him as back up on his missions sometimes; I loved it! He seemed to know what was going on my mind at any given time. This time was no exception.

"You look like you wanna do somethin', but you don't wanna admit it." He was lying on my bed, flipping through a Guns & Ammo magazine I had bought last night.

"Sorta." I flopped down in my spiny chair in front of my computer. "Nick Fury."

"You wanna do Nick Fury?" He laughed like a hyena.

"No!" I threw a pen at his head.

"Ow."

"He was here."

"I knew I smelled a rat." He chuckled, and put the magazine down. "What did he want? Needed to talk with Wolvie, I assume."

"Nope. Wanted to talk to me, actually."

"Hooker say what?"

"You heard me."

"Why on Earth does he want you? Is he just slowly going through all of Wolvie's friends and family? Oh boy, he'll come after me next."

"I don't think we have to worry about that, Wade." I laughed. "Recognize this guy?" I pulled up a pic of Steve Rogers on my computer.

"Oh, hell."

"Yeah. Eye patch wants me to wake him up."

"How?"

"Science."

"Sayin' 'science' to a military man is like sayin' 'God' to an agnostic."

"That's not a very good comparison, Deddy."

"Yeah, well, it's the best I got for now." He grumbled, and folded his arms over his chest to pout.

"Anywho, Fury wants me to wake him up so he can start this uber-elite crime fighting team."

"And since when do you care about fighting crime?"

"I don't. I care about gettin' paid."

"That's my girl."

"Well, that and I would love to see the inner workings on SHIELD. I could use the knowledge of a few secrets."

"Wait…how would you figure out any secrets? I doubt they'd let you know much; you'll just be working in a lab."

"Yeah, well, that's the kicker. He wants me to join his crime fighting family."

"Just say no." He shrugged.

"He threatened to draft me."

"Bastard."

"You'd do the same in his position."

"Probably. It does sound like somethin' I'd pull. Why on Earth would he go to you, though? He must have hundreds of brilliant scientists at his disposal."

"From what I can gather, they've been keeping an eye on Logan, and when they saw he had adopted me all those years ago, it sent alarms off, and they decided to watch me, too. Guess they like my style, or somethin'."

"It sounds too easy. Five bucks says he's not tellin' you somethin'."

"Oh, of that I have no doubt. This has somethin' to do with why I was kidnapped last week."

"Really?"

"The guy that did it was an agent for Hydra." I flung the manila folder Fury had given me at him. He looked through it.

"This is him?" He held up the photo of the Aryan.

"Yep, that's the bastard."

"You killed him?"'

"With my bare hands."

"Good girl." He nodded in approval and read through the rest of the folder.

"I want to know why the hell I was kidnapped. Who knew that SHIELD was watching me? They have a mole, that's easy enough to figure out. Why else would Hydra think that I knew somethin' about Rebirth?"

"Oh! I love moles! They make these awesome squishy sounds when you stomp on their heads!" He giggled in anticipation.

"Well, we're gonna make some squishy noises, Wade. I'm gonna find out who gave the info that got me captured, and I'm gonna kill them."

"I love it when you talk dirty." He gripped me in a hug and pulled me down onto the bed with him. "Now, wanna play?"

"Nope." I laughed and hit him in the jaw.

Bayville High was one of the weirdest schools. Well, that's what the human kids think, anyway. The mutants here knew exactly what went on behind the scenes. When the humans were given crap explanations as to why weird things happened, we knew that it was some kind of attack or battle between us all.

There were two mutant groups at Bayville. One was the X-Men, of course, led by Professor Xavier. The second was the Brotherhood, led by Mystique. We were always at each other's throats. I never really understood why; I just did whatever the Prof told me to. Logan trusted him, so I did, too. The Prof said that the Brotherhood wanted a war with the Humans; I thought they were just really bad fighters who were organized by a psychotic bitch. Logan agreed with both of us.

Pietro was my least favorite of the brotherhood. The Blob, Avalanche, and Toad seemed to like me to an extent, and we got along; Pietro annoyed the fuck outta me. He was always trying to start something with Spike and Scott. It drove me batty. Then, the worst part of it was the flirting. He flirted his ass off with every girl in school, and, for some reason, that included me. You'd think he would ignore me, considering I whipped his ass on a regular basis, but, no. He's always in my face. The boy was a glutton for punishment or something.

"Annie, light of my life, where have you been all morning?" He stood by my locker with a grin. I scowled.

"I had been avoiding you. It kinda worked, I guess." I opened my locker, and tried to hit him in the face with it, but he moved just in time.

"You're always so violent, darling. That's why you're so vibrant." He winked at me. I resisted the urge to punch him in the face.

"You want somethin', Speedy?" I growled.

"Speedy? Hell, I'd take my time with you, Annie."

"Get the hell away from me, speed boy." I slammed my locker shut and walked off to my next class.

"I'll get you eventually, my pet."

"Pet?" I stopped in my tracks. I turned slowly to look at him. "Listen to me, and listen to me good, you pathetic rodent. I am no one's pet; especially not yours. If you ever call me that again, I will not hesitate to throw you threw a window."

"Baby, that sounds like fun to me."

"Come on, Annie." Scott appeared behind me and grabbed my arm warningly. "We need to get to class." He talked slowly to keep the anger from his voice. He didn't like the way Pietro talked to me, either. Scott was a firm believer in chivalry. I nodded and let him lead me down the hall to class. "What was that all about?"

"I don't know. I really don't. I've done my best to avoid him, I swear, but he keeps popping up. I'm gonna end up beating his face in, Scott."

"You better not. You'll be expelled, Annie. He's probably just goading you into using your powers or something. The Brotherhood would love for us all to go to a different school."

"I'm pretty sure that even if we all transferred, they'd follow us there. They just love to torture us." I laid my head down on my desk and took a deep breath. I needed a nap.

"Don't even think about going to sleep," Scott laughed, ever the mind reader, "we've got to pass this History exam."

"Exam?" I stared at him.

"You Forgot, didn't you?"

"In a manner…." I laughed nervously and pulled out my text book.

"Better read fast." Scott laughed.

My started ringing as soon as I stepped through the door of the mansion. I rolled my eyes at the unknown number on my caller ID. If it was a bill collector, they were gonna get an ear full.

"Hello?"

"Ms. Howlett, this is Tony Stark."

My eyes went wide. Tony Stark? The Tony Stark? Calling me? He'd been my idol for years; a technological genius, I followed all of his articles in scientific journals, and, I'm ashamed to say, all the tabloids as well. He was everything I aspired to be, excluding the whole playboy thing.

"Hello?"

"Yes, I'm here. I'm just debating on the likelihood that this is a prank, which is fairly high." I replied dryly, trying to cover my thoughts and shock.

"This is no prank, Analya. I work with Fury."

"I see." I frowned, sensing that I might not like this conversation. Logan walked up behind me and raised his eyebrows, I just shook my head.

"I've been assigned to help you with your…research." He said delicately.

"No offense, but how could you help? Fury led me to believe that this is pure chemistry work, and you're an engineer."

"Have you not looked through the documents he sent you? They should have arrived at your house today.'

"I just got home, I haven't had a chance to even get to my room to put my bag away." I rolled my eyes, silently thanking God that he couldn't see it over the phone.

"Well, the documents have all of the previous chemist's work. It included schematics to a machine of some kind. We weren't sure, so I was assigned to help if you need me." He chuckled.

"Well, I'll have a look at it as soon as I can." I replied awkwardly, not really sure what else to say.

"When you've finished looking over it, I'd like to arrange a meeting to discuss what I may need to do."

"A meeting?" I could feel my face burning red. Logan laughed silently; I hit him in the arm.

"Yes. I hate phone calls. Besides, from what I hear, you're quite the beauty; I would like to see you for myself."

"You realize I'm 17, right?"

"Legal age." I could hear him smirk over the phone. It made me blush harder.

"I'll let you know when I've looked through it all."

"Good. I'm glad we finally got to talk, Analya."

"Anna."

"What?"

"Call me Anna."

"Ah, Fury told me you didn't like being called Shiobhan, I just assumed it was your full middle name."

"An understandable assumption. Just Anna, please."

"Very well. Until our meeting, Anna." He hung up.

I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. I was just on the phone with Tony Stark. Tony Stark just flirted with me. Holy shit.

"Who the hell was that? I need to send them a medal for making you blush like that! You looked like a tomato." Logan chuckled.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"Tony Stark."

"You're right, I don't believe you."

"Where's Wade?" I asked.

"I think he'd be hurt knowing that you blushed for another man." He smirked at me. I just stared at him, one eyebrow raised incredulously.

"I'm gonna go to my room." I shook my head and ran up the stairs.

I shut the door behind me and threw my bag in my chair. Wade was sitting on my bed. I ignored him and went to my bottom drawer. I fished out a bottle of vodka and took a huge gulp. Wade just smirked at me as he watched me flop down on the bed next to him.

"Rough day?"

"Incredible."

"That's usually a good thing, right?"

"I haven't decided yet."

"Tell me, kitten." He took the bottle from my hand and took a swig for himself.

"You'll never guess who I just got off the phone with."

"Alexander Graham Bell."

"Nope, but thanks for playing." I giggled in a fake game show host voice.

"Darn, I was so hoping to win the Jeep."

"Tony Stark."

"I don't think he'd be a prize."

"I don't think you'd want him as a prize. However, that's not what I meant. He called me."

"Well, that's a twist." He raised an eyebrow. So much eyebrow raising today. "Why did he call you? Was he trying to take out a restraining order?"

"Ok, I do NOT stalk him." I frowned at him. "I just like reading his articles."

"You have every article and press release he's ever given."

"I so do not."

"Well, you have enough."

"The man's a genius. I like to keep updated on the weapons he designs."

"And you wanna do the 'no-no cha-cha' with him."

"Why would I wanna do that with anyone but you, Wade?" I laughed.

"True, I am quite irresistible."

"Any way, he's working with Fury. He wants to have a chat with me after I've gone through all the documents Fury sent me."

"You mean that pile of ungodliness?" He pointed across the room. I slowly turned my head to look and the giant pile of boxes, folders, and loose papers. I screamed.

"Do you always bring your laptop to school with you, Annie?" Kurt asked at the lunch table the next day.

"Yep. I gotta keep Deadpool away from it. He does bad things when he has access to the internet. Besides, I have some reading I need to get done." I had scanned all of the papers from Fury's ill-catalogued library of horror onto my mac so I could read them at my leisure.

"Could you imagine what he would do, if he had Annie's computer, while we were all at school?" Kitty asked, shaking in slight terror of the thought.

"Yeah, he'd probably be watching porn or snuff films." Spike laughed.

"Or shooting them." Kurt added.

"Nah, we stopped doing that." I sighed.

"Shooting or watching?" Scott blinked in terror.

"Funny how I didn't specify, huh?" I winked at him.

"Oh, that's sick." Jean groaned.

"Only the first couple of times." I giggled.

"Come on, Annie. Stop being a pervert and eat your lunch. We're gonna be late for History." Scott slowly shook his head.

"No one said you had to wait for me, Specs."

"Fine, I'm leaving."

"You'd leave me?" I gave my best puppy dog eyes and stuck out my bottom lip to give the saddest face I knew how to give. He groaned.

"Hurry it up."

"Yay! I knew you loved me!"