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Chapter Three

Hermione watched the proceedings with repent anger and frustration. If the Americans and the joke that past as S.H.I.E.L.D. got their way…

She ordered herself to calm down yet again. Until the ruling comes down one way or another, her upset would be futile. When she felt a presence near her, she turned her head slightly to see Dr. Stephen Strange standing in silence next to her.

"Dr. Strange," she murmured.

"Miss Granger," he breathed. "I take it that you are keeping an eye on the proceedings for the enclaves?"

"Yes, indeed I am," she replied. "If this notion comes to pass, the Minister of Magic is being pressured to seal off the magical world." His eyes went a bit wider at her news. "And given the Statute of Secrecy, he will have no choice but to do it."

"What of the first generation magic users?"

"They would be on their own," she told him, sounding angry as she said as much. "I can't even imagine the danger that would bring about."

"You're correct of course," he said quietly.

"And then there are those families torn apart by it," she murmured. "They would have to choose which world they would want to stay in."

"It could very well kill off the entirety of the magical enclaves if they seal themselves off," he muttered.

"I know that as well. Between the last magical war and the rate of squib births going up, the Ministry of Magic was already considering a marriage law," she said, looking back over to the arguing diplomats. "If this passes and they seal off the magical world, it's almost guaranteed that the marriage law will come to pass as well. All in all, it'll be a bloody mess if this fiasco of a supposed law comes about." She looked over to him. "And what of your dealings? How will this be effecting them?"

"I wish I could tell you."

She smiled in understanding. "Very well, but can you at least tell me that my feeling that all hell will be breaking loose is wrong?"

His smile was brittle. "I wish I could, but you know better than to believe that."

She sighed. "I thought as much."

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Hermione was on her way to her flat when she took note that she was being followed. Turning sharply, she went down an alleyway that she knew had no exit and apparited away to the roof. Looking down she was able to see that it was H.Y.D.R.A. agents looking around the alley for her. Turning she apparited over to the last place they would look for her.

And if they did look for her there, well, they would soon regret it.

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Cable stopped walking at hearing the sound of a television coming from the closet, of all things. He opened the door to see a woman eating popcorn as she watched a movie from an overstuffed chair. He walked over to where she was sitting and hovered over her.

Lifting up the popcorn in offering to him, she said, "Want some? It's only lightly buttered, but I added just a touch of salt and a pinch of sugar as well." She looked up to him, adding, "I do love the kettle corn, but the calories are just too much in the pre-made bags."

"Who are you?" he asked, his deep voice edged with irritation.

"Hermione Granger," she told him. "Sorry about intruding on your space, but H.Y.D.R.A. agents were following me and I couldn't think of any other place to go."

"How do you know about it?" he asked.

"Deadpool told me to come here if I ever get into trouble. Mind you, I don't think I'm in trouble, but it can't be good if they're following me."

He studied her a moment. "You're Sweet Cheeks?"

"Deadpool may call me that, but everyone else calls me Hermione," she told him.

"You let Deadpool call you that?"

She looked at him flatly. "No one 'let's' Deadpool do anything. He just does it while conversing with the voices in his head and enjoying all the chimichangas he can get his hands on." Hermione looked down at her own breasts. "And speaks to my breasts as if they were plants that will grow if he does so nicely enough."

"Oh yeah," he said dryly. "That's Deadpool alright." He studied her a moment. "H.Y.D.R.A.?"

She nodded. "Followed me from the United Nations where the talks about the newest idea to have individuals 'with extraordinary powers' register with their local governments. The United States is running lead on this with the support of the shell of what's left of S.H.I.E.L.D. backing them up."

He made a growling noise in the back of his throat. "If they did that, it would only be a matter of time before the mutants would be required to do so as well."

"I think they consider the mutants part and parcel of the whole group with extraordinary powers business," she murmured, as she handed him the transcripts to date. "Something about the unmasking of superheroes was mentioned a few times." She worried her lower lip. "I'll have today's transcripts by tomorrow morning, if you're interested."

He looked over the papers, reading them very quickly. "Yes, that would be good." His eyes flicked over to her, as he absently told her his e-mail address. "Are you a mutant?"

"No, I'm a witch," she answered quietly.

"Like the Scarlet Witch?" he asked her.

"No, Dr. Strange explained to me that she's a different sort of witch than I am. Something to do with where our power base was located. The fact that I'm properly trained also came into play." When all he did was blink at her, she added, "I'm an elemental. Extremely rare even within my own community."

"So there are a bunch of people like you with magic out there?"

She nodded. "But I'm not allowed to speak of them due to something called the Statute of Secrecy. It was established well over a millennia ago to protect magic users from the witch trials that were just starting at that time."

"Enough said," he murmured, handing her back the transcripts. "How much longer do you think you'll have to be here?"

Smiling, she said, "I wanted to finish watching the movie, but I can leave sooner if you want me to." She held out the popcorn bag to him. "Popcorn?"

"No thanks, kiddo," he told her. "Here." He gave her a business card. "If you need help with them, let me know."

"Thanks," she murmured. "I didn't know who to ask for help. I didn't want to drag Wolverine into this. He has a school to look after. And Deadpool, well, he's Deadpool. He doesn't have a side."

He nodded, as he watched her getting to her feet. She magically changed the things in the closet back into the cleaning supplies that they had started out as.

"Thanks for letting me stay…" She tilted her head and waited.

Smiling, he said, "I'm Cable."

"Lovely to meet you, Cable," she murmured, as she pocketed his card. "Take care." And proceeded to pop out of existence from the closet.

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Hermione ended up going over to a restaurant first to pick up dinner. Being deep in thought, she was startled when she was yanked into the alley a block away from her flat. Dropping the food, Hermione found herself pinned bodily to the wall by…

"Bucky?" she breathed. "What…?"

"How is it that you know Dr. Strange?" he asked her.

She blinked at him confused. "How do you know that I know him at all?"

"Just tell me!" he growled.

She arched her brow, as she just stared at him.

He leaned closer to her and repeated, "How do you know him?"

"We've crossed paths from time to time in regards to work. I can't say we know each other well. But then again, no one knows Dr. Strange well," she told him. "We've never had a conversation about our personal lives…" His mouth came down on hers hard, capturing it in a hungry kiss that soon enough had her clinging to him.

Bucky lifted her up with his left hand under her ass so now she was even with him. Hermione's legs went around his waist, as her arms went tightly around his neck. Carding her fingers through his hair, she caressed his cheeks and ears with her thumbs. Their lips tangled and locked, tasting and nipping as they went.

Turning around he set her down onto her feet, pulling back and looking deeply into her eyes. "H.Y.D.R.A. is currently ransacking your apartment, trying to find out what your dealings with the law they're trying to get through globally."

"Oh," she breathed. "That's not good."

"Did you leave anything there that would I.D. you?"

"No, I'm subletting the flat," she told him. "It makes me wonder how they were able to find it. It wasn't like I went there straight off…"

"Doesn't matter," he said, pulling her deeper into the alley. "We need to find you a safe place to wait them out."

She tried going back for her food. "Wait! My food!"

"I'll get you more," he told her and pulled her straight into the darkest part of the alley where a motorcycle was waiting for them.

He handed her a helmet and pulled on his own head protection. Without saying a word, she slipped onto the bike behind him and he took off like a bat out of hell out of the alley.

TBC…

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