Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own anything of Marvel's but guess what! I own Sophia, Sophia's inner voice, and Ace! You'll find out who he is.

A/N: Well I decided I didn't want to be blown up by a bomb so I wrote this chapter when I had time! Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Brothers and Band-Aides

Oh. My. God. I can't believe he's alive!

He's right there, isn't he?

This is almost too good to be true!

I looked very carefully at the young man that I had somehow gotten Deadpool to stop choking. He was about 17, had wonderful green eyes, soft brown hair (the same shade as mine) cut so that it covered his ears and most of his forehead, and a cheeky grin on his face. He wore a plain white t-shirt and black pants that fit him not too tightly, but not too loosely either.

"Ace?" I asked the young man uncertainly.

"It's been ten years and you still haven't called!" was the reply. Yep, that's Ace alright.

"I thought you were dead!" I told him while giving him a huge hug.

I want a huge hug!

I want a megaphone, but that's not going to happen anytime soon.

"Pfft, excuses excuses. You still should've called to see if I was alive or not," Ace said while returning my huge hug. I smiled.

"Um, Sophia? Who's this?" Deadpool asked. He scratched the back of his neck uncertainly.

"Oh, let me explain. Ace is my twin brother who was in the supposedly fatal car crash that my parents were in, about ten years ago. I was at my ballet class that day…" I said slowly then turned back to Ace. "Ace, how are you alive? I thought you died in the crash!"

Ace let go of me and backed up a little bit. "I discovered something about myself that day." He picked up a can of soda off the counter and balanced it on top of his hand. "Watch this," he said excitedly.

I watched carefully as the can of soda started to shake wildly. Then, out of seemingly nowhere, the can burst and soda flew all over the room. Deadpool whistled.

"Wow, that's some cool power you got there! Being able to make soda cans explode, because no one else can do that already!" Deadpool said sarcastically.

Ace grinned slyly. "That's not all I can do." He grabbed a pencil off the counter and held it out in his hand. I raised an eyebrow slowly as I watched the pencil spontaneously ignite into flames. Deadpool whistled again.

"Wow, you're so unique! Nobody else in the Marvel universe can set things on fire!" he said sarcastically again. Ace's temper was rising so I decided to step in.

"What exactly does this mean, Ace? How did this save you that day?" I asked him.

"It means that I'm a mutant! I can control the kinetic energy of objects and use them for my own purposes!" he replied excitedly.

"And what does that mean?" I asked him for the benefit of Deadpool.

Uh huh. Even I know that's a lie.

Fine.

"It means, my dear sister, that I was able to redirect the energy of the car crash away from myself. Unfortunately, I was unable to save our parents, seeing as I was seven and had no idea how to control my power. But I can control it now!" he threw his hands up into the air triumphantly.

"Another question: How did you find me?" I asked.

Ace pointed at the television screen. It was showing the news that a Stark building was saved by a 17 year old girl. Then they showed my face onscreen. Dang. Stupid reporters in that stupid helicopter. It probably wasn't the first station to show the news, either.

"My common sense is tingling again," Deadpool said as he stared at the screen. Just then, the telephone rang. "I'll get it!" he announced. He ran to the receiver and picked up the phone. "Yeelllllloo?"

I moved up next to him in order to hear the conversation.

"Wilson? What the hell were you doing trying to defuse that bomb with a 17 year-old girl?!?" said the voice that I identified as the famed SHIELD commander, Nick Fury.

"Trying to save that building. I don't know why though, the only thing I've gotten in return was grief for it. Oh, and a 17 year-old boy that broke into my apartment just to see his sister. Nothing good, I tell you! He destroyed a can of soda and one of my favorite pencils!" Deadpool shot a glance at Ace, who grinned in return.

"You don't say?" Nick Fury said, obviously feigning interest.

"Yes, he's terrible."

"Listen here, Wilson. You had better give me a good explanation of why you were in that building with a 17 year-old girl and I want it now!" Fury demanded. Jeez, somebody's angry at Wade.

Who isn't?

Um, Wade's friends?

He left Weasel in a building all alone. I don't think he's very happy with Wade right now.

I forgot about that.

"What's that, Fury? You're…You're breaking up!" Deadpool crinkled a bag of potato chips in front of the receiver.

"Wilson! Stop crinkling potato chips in front of the receiver and answer my questions!" Fury was living up to his name in the angry department.

"Never!" Deadpool shouted at the phone and hung up. I sighed in relief. Who knows how that would've turned out if Deadpool had actually answered those questions?

I think the author knows, but decided not to put it in the story.

Agh! Stop tearing down the fourth wall brick by brick!

I'll stop when the author wants me to stop.

And when will that be?

I have absolutely no idea.

You're no help.

Hey, I helped with that bomb didn't I?

Hmm, I guess that's true.

Almost immediately after Deadpool had hung up the phone, it began ringing again. Deadpool picked it up and asked, "Yeelllllloo?"

"Wade?" the voice on the other end of the line was somewhat familiar…

That's because it's Spider-Man!

Wow, really?

Yes, really.

That's nice of him. Say, how come you know all these things but I don't?

…

Why aren't you answering my question?!

…

"No, this is Iron Man," Wade said and hung up. I stared at Wade. He went over to the corner and picked up that chair that was tortured so much in the past few days, and brought it over next to the phone. A few minutes later the phone rang again and Wade answered it. "Yeelllllloo?"

"Wade?" asked the voice of Iron Man.

"No, this is Spider-Man. You must have gotten us confused; everyone else does," was Wade's answer.

"Wade, I know it's you. Peter just called me asking if I was you. Then he said something about mixing up people's numbers."

"Oh did he? Well in that case I'm going to hang up because he's probably going to call me again and I don't want to have to go three-way calling. My phone bill is expensive enough!" Wade said and then hung up. Poor phone.

Then, almost predictably, the phone rang yet again. And Deadpool answered it again. "Yeelllllloo?"

"Wade, I know it's you so don't try saying you're someone else!" huffed Spider-Man.

"Peter! What a surprise! And by surprise I mean not surprising at all. You're getting rather predictable these days," said Deadpool.

"Wade, I demand to know what you were thinking when you decided to go into that building without a bomb-squad!"

"Why exactly does everybody want to know that? Why am I such a celebrity all of a sudden? Pray tell," Deadpool asked while casually twirling the phone cord around his finger.

"You're the lead story on the 5 o'clock news!" was the answer.

I looked over to see what Ace was up to and found him going through Deadpool's fridge. He was laughing for some reason.

"I figured that out when I found a 17 year-old boy in my apartment. It turns out that he's related to my apprentice! Who would've guessed?" Deadpool glanced over at Ace, who was still laughing at Deadpool's fridge.

"That reminds me; why did you decide to take on an apprentice? Does this have anything to do with that bet you made with Fury?" Spider-man asked curiously.

"What? I don't remember making a bet with Fury. And I have no idea why I decided to take on an apprentice."

"Wade, you aren't responsible enough to care for a 17 year-old girl!" Spider-Man said.

"I'm not responsible enough? I'll show you responsible!" with that Deadpool hung up the phone yet again. He got up from the chair and went over to where Ace was still laughing at the fridge. "Hey kid, whatcha laughing at?"

"I can't believe you decorated the inside of your fridge! With Band-Aides!" Ace said, still laughing.

"You better believe I did. I'm not about to let the inside of my fridge go undecorated," Deadpool replied. This got more laughter from Ace. I can't take it anymore! I have to know what my twin brother is laughing at!

Someone's impatient.

I thought you weren't talking to me.

No, I'm just not answering those few questions.

I rushed over to the fridge and immediately burst out laughing. He decorated the inside of his fridge with the Hello Kitty Band-Aides! Ha! This is too funny!

Well, at least you know what he uses the Band-Aides for.

He decorated the inside of his fridge with them! Ha!

You can stop now. It isn't really that funny.

Are you kidding me? It's hilarious!

"Wade, why did you put Band-Aides in your fridge?" I asked him while somehow stifling my laughter long enough to ask the question.

"Well, my fridge looked too bland so I decided I wanted to decorate it. But I didn't know what to use so I went through my closet and found some leftover Band-Aides. But then I realized they were Wolverine Band-Aides so I threw them out because they made me lose my appetite. Then I made you buy some at the convenience store. Does that answer your question?"

"Um yeah, thanks. So can Ace stay here for the night?" I asked him yet another question.

Deadpool looked Ace up and down and tapped his chin in what I guessed was deep thought.

Hey it could've been anything from deep to aesthetic.

I know, but it's simpler to call it deep thought.

"Yeah, why not? You can sleep on the floor over there," Deadpool shrugged his shoulders and pointed at some blankets piled on the floor in a corner.

"Sweet, thanks man," Ace replied and gave me a high five.

"Well I'm gonna retire so I'll see you in the morning," Deadpool said and wandered off into his room. I hopped over to the couch and flung myself on it. Then I remembered I had to brush my teeth so I hopped back off my couch and went over to the bathroom, leaving Ace to his own devices.

When I returned, I found the living room in a completely different state than it was previously in. This isn't to say that's a bad thing. Before the room was all messy, with random magazines strewn across the room. But now it was clean with everything put into its place. I looked over at Ace, who gave me another of his grins and threw me a pillow. I smiled back at him and flung myself back onto the sofa.

So if he's a mutant, what's my mutant power?

Isn't it obvious?

If it was, would I be asking you this question?

Good point. Your mutant power is the ability to feel other people's emotions.

Wow, I guess that is kind of obvious. How could I miss something like that?

You miss a lot of things.

Sigh, goodnight crazy self.

Goodnight.

"Goodnight!" I said out loud. I could feel Deadpool's slight annoyance at my outburst.

"Goodnight, Jacknife!" came the inevitable reply from the other room.

"Goodnight Sophia. I missed you," said Ace from his pile of blankets in the corner.

After a few moments of silence Ace snorted and said, "Jacknife?"

"Don't ask." I replied before drifting off into sleep.

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