Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel, yada yada yada, etc. By now you should know that Sophia and her inner voice are my characters.

A/N: The long awaited, fifth chapter! Hooray! This is, by far, the best story I've put on this website. I'm quite proud of my brain.

Chapter 5: Bombs and Billionaires

When Weasel fainted, he fell on an emergency button that just so happened to be in the elevator. On the floor. In the corner. Which, when pushed, immediately alerted the police that something was amiss in the Stark building. How peculiar…

What's so peculiar about that?

A billionaire that dresses up in the Iron Man suit has a button that summons the police.

Good point.

Why would he even want a button that summons the police, anyways?

I don't know. I'm your subconscious, not the Watcher.

That guy freaks me out.

Me too. Did you forget that there's a bomb about to go off in the attic?

Oh crap.

As soon as the elevator doors opened with yet another ping (I'm starting to get annoyed with all these pings today), I rushed out of the elevator and ran to a large bomb-like device which was standing all alone in the middle of the room. Deadpool pulled a few papers out of one of his many pockets and stared at it. He nodded and picked Weasel up off the floor, dragging him to the middle of the room. Wade dropped Jack onto the floor beside me as I knelt in front of the bomb. Then some voices floated up from the street below.

"Come out with your hands up! We have the building surrounded! Cease and desist all efforts to blow up the building! They are futile!" a police officer shouted up at us with a megaphone. That reminds me, I want a megaphone.

"Wow, that sure was fast," Deadpool said calmly to me. He walked over to the only window in the small attic that also smelled like pickles and peanut butter. Ewwww…

"We're trying to help you, so don't shoot or the nerd gets it!" Deadpool picked up Weasel from the floor and held him like he was going to slit Jack's throat.

"He's got a hostage! Don't shoot, I repeat, don't shoot!" the police officer with a megaphone shouted to the others, still using his megaphone. I'm sooo jealous! I want a megaphone!

You'll get your megaphone later! Get to work on that explosive device sitting in front of you!

Oh right. I almost forgot.

How could you possibly forget about something like that?!

I believe my mind isn't very stable right now. I blame you.

Just defuse that bomb!

Right!

I pried open a cover on the device which sat in front of me, revealing a mass of colorful wires. Great! Which one do I cut?!

The blue! In the movies they always cut the blue wire to save the day!

You're giving me information on how to defuse a bomb that you got FROM A MOVIE?!?!

Hey, it worked for them!

Yeah, cause it's a set, and they were never actually in any REAL danger!!

True, but it's the only clues we got!

Ah! Maybe I should cut the yellow wire!

But in the movies they never cut the yellow ones! It's always the blue!

What about the red?!

Are you kidding?! That usually speeds up the timer! Don't cut the red one!

Fine, I'll cut the blue one!

"How's that bomb coming along, Jacknife? The police are getting antsy," Deadpool asked from in front of the window. He was still holding Weasel like he actually was in a hostage negotiation. Poor man.

"Um fine!" I called out to him. I pulled one of the knives from my pockets (I accidentally left the others in the elevator. Oops) and concentrated on the blue wires. Then I started sweating, so I whipped off the mask that covered my head just as a helicopter spotlight shone in through the window. I could tell there were some camera men on there. Oops. I just violated superhero rule #1- Don't give your identity away to the public. Dang.

Deadpool turned to me and motioned for me to hurry up. I held the knife unsteadily next to the blue wire, hoping that I didn't accidentally blow up the building.

"I seriously hope I'm not colorblind," I muttered as I clipped the blue wire.

I felt the world stand still as they watched me. Deadpool pulled out the piece of paper again and stared at it in shock and wonder. I looked down at the timer on the bomb, realizing that I had done it. The timer was frozen at 0:38. Thirty eight more seconds and the building would have exploded. Phew, that was a close one!

We did it!

We?

Hey, I'm the one who told you to cut the blue wire. Without me, you would be dead right now.

Without you I'd be sane right now.

Deadpool dropped Weasel onto the floor, where he landed with a thud. He walked slowly over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. I got up off the floor and he led me to the elevators. He pressed the button and the doors opened almost immediately, revealing all the weapons I had left in there.

"What about Weasel?" I asked Wade, who just shrugged his shoulders.

"Weasel's a smart boy. He can find his own way home," he replied. The doors closed in front of us and we began our descent to the ground floor, where no doubted there were police waiting for us. I was right.

"Deadpool! What the hell were you doing in my building?!" asked/yelled the enraged Tony Stark. I must say, he looked pretty intimidating in the Iron Man armor.

"I told you. We were saving your building from being blown up into a million itty bitty pieces! You're welcome!" Deadpool grinned at Iron Man.

"How do I know you didn't plant the bomb there yourself?" Iron Man said angrily.

"You don't," Deadpool smirked. "You'll just have to trust me."

"Trust you?! Why on Earth would I do that?!" Iron Man practically yelled at Wade. Deadpool just grinned.

"I have absolutely no idea."

"What are you doing with a 17 year-old girl? I thought you liked older women," Iron Man asked Deadpool.

"I do like older women," he replied with a smile. "I have decided to take this girl on as my apprentice."

"What's wrong with her?" he asked, a little concerned. He glanced at me in all my un-masked glory. That remark offended me. Nothing's wrong with me! I'm absolutely fine!

Did you forget about me?

Oh yeah. I guess I'm not fine.

Now I'm offended! How dare you!

How dare Iron Man!

Don't you dare put my blame on him!

Oh yeah? Watch this!

"How dare you! There's nothing wrong with me! I'm perfectly fine!" I almost slapped Iron Man right there. The only thing that stopped me from doing it was that he was wearing his helmet. Stupid helmet.

I say you should've slapped him anyways.

Why? All it'd do was hurt my hand.

Exactly.

You're mean.

So are you.

Well then I guess we're even then.

I guess we are.

"I meant, do you have any superpowers? Because you must be perfectly sane in order to take orders from Deadpool. Heheh," Tony laughed nervously and glanced sideways at Deadpool, who was looking at him with an amused smile on his face. I sensed Tony's fear of my mentor coming off of him in waves. It was obvious how amused Deadpool was with the fact.

I might have to tell you something else.

What is it this time?

You might be a mutant.

WHAT?!

Apparently some of my surprise showed on my face, because Tony shot me an odd look. So did many of the police officers who were still here. Deadpool had by now, grown accustomed to my random acts that came out of seemingly nowhere. "Um, are you okay, Sophia?"

"Me? I'm fine," I huffed out breathlessly.

"Listen Tony, I think we better get going. Jacknife was under a lot of stress today, what with the bomb and the grocery shopping. We'll see ourselves home," Deadpool said to Iron Man casually, while at the same time gently pushing me towards his little red scooter that was still parked at the side of the road.

"I see. Well, I suppose I should thank you for saving my building…Jacknife, was it? Thanks," he offered me his hand, so I shook it. I felt his emotions rush through me; all the fear of Deadpool, the shock of knowing his building was in danger, and the oddness of meeting me. I reeled backward and shot my hand away. Iron Man looked at me in wonder; I could tell some plans were going on in that head of his.

This head of yours already has plans.

Great. Just what I need, more plans.

"Come Sophia. To the Deadmobile! Away!" Deadpool grabbed my hand quickly and pulled me away from Iron Man, who was still standing in the same spot. I hopped onto the 'Deadmobile' numbly. Deadpool hopped on and made sure he drove home the right way. By the right way, I mean Deadpool's way. Which wasn't very pleasant for the pedestrians we passed on the way back to his apartment.

As Deadpool took out his keys to his apartment, I sensed something coming from Deadpool's living room. His TV was still on. I don't remember him leaving it on. Deadpool put the keys into the lock and turned them.

Then he turned to me. I was about to tell him that his TV was on, when he shushed me and said, "Shhh, my common sense is tingling." Then he opened the door to his apartment and barged through to the living room. I followed him in and almost immediately noticed that Deadpool was trying to choke a young man that looked about 17. He looked incredibly familiar…

Well you should know him! He's-

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