"Move." Wade whispered and I teleported from the roof of the building we were in to the park below. There was a middle aged army General sitting on a bench in the park. He goes there every night to smoke a cigar, there's really no reason for it, he just does it.
I reappeared behind the bench and for the first time in my life I towered over someone. The General looked at the ground and sighed at my shadow. "I suppose Stryker sent you."
"Would you be upset if he didn't?"
"I'd be surprised." He took in a deep breath of smoke, savored it, and blew it away.
"You know," I let the vines come off my arms. "Smoking will kill you." Then the vines wrapped themselves around his neck and squeezed until the man stopped struggling and just fell limp from the bench. As soon as he stopped breathing, I teleported back to the roof where Wade was waiting.
"So how was your first kill?" He looked at me.
I shook my head. "It wasn't my first."
"Really? How long ago was it?"
"About twelve years." I took out a handgun from the waist holster I had on and I shoved a full clip in. "Ready?"
Wade loaded up his two guns and stood up. "You know, five is a little young to be killing people."
I shrugged. "It was an accident. So was my mother's death, but I was about two minutes old so..."
"Uh huh." He didn't believe me, but that's okay. "Let's go. We've got two more stops tonight."
I opened my eyes and a hairy blue face with glasses was six inches away from me. "Holy shit! Dear God, please back up!"
That startled the blue man and he jumped. "Oh, you're awake. I'm sorry about that."
I was breathing heavily, "Why is it that everyone seems to think that unconscious people like to have another person extremely close to them? Now who are you?"
"Dr. Hank McCoy." He gave me a small bow. "I've been treating your head wound, although I've haven't really needed to. That healing of yours comes in handy."
"You have no idea." I rolled my eyes and threw the sheets from the bed off of me.
"Whoa now, you're not going anywhere." Hank stepped in front of me to block the door.
"That's what you think. I have to see Charles Xavier. Excuse me." I teleported out and reappeared in an office where a bald man in a wheelchair was looking out a window. "Mr. Xavier?"
He turned his chair around and smiled when he saw me. "Andrea, how nice of you to stop by. Although, I'd have thought you'd be out longer with that blow to the head."
"Having two sets of cells helps."
"Please, sit." He pointed to the chair across from his desk and I sat down. "Tell me about yourself."
"I'll give you the short version. I was born in Gotham City as Andrea Lotus Hojem. My mother died giving birth to me, my surrogate father killed himself a few days later so I became Andrea Wayne, but I use Hojem because Wayne is too well known. I got my metahuman powers when I was a month old and five years later I got my first skeleton. Coincidentally, that is when I met Lance. I knew him for three years before I went into foster care. I was in foster care until I was fifteen, then I went into a community service program and there I met my last guardian, Virginia Skylar. After she died I lived alone until Mr. Hawkins adopted me at the end of my sophomore year. I am technically Andrea Hawkins, but I still use Hojem because it's easier. I have about five thousand six hundred and eighty four skeletons in my closet and I never wear these kinds of clothes. I've had these leaves since before I can remember, I'm claustrophobic, and that is everything about me in a nutshell." We sat in silence while he took it all in.
"That's quite a life."
"And that's just seventeen years."
He chuckled. "So what about Lance?"
I shook my head, "I don't know. In fact, I never know what I'm going to do when I'm in a predicament. I am very indecisive when it comes to important things like this. Just please don't tell that to Wade."
"Wade?"
"He's my sidekick." And then it hit me. "Oh my God Wade!" I ran from my seat and disappeared before I reached the door.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~
"I'm only gonna be in town for a little bit." Wade said to a girl who he had brought back to the hotel room.
"Same here." He kissed her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him closer to her. He in turn snaked his own arms down to her waist and started to lead her to the bed.
"We'll have to make every moment count." He whispered to her lips. She just smiled and kissed him more.
I appeared in the at the corner of the bed and sighed at what I saw. "Good God Wade,"
"Andi?" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! That's pretty much Wade's thinking process when it comes to being denied sex when he was so close to getting it.
"Who's she?" The woman asked, moderately offended.
"My sidekick. What are you doing here?"
"Uh, he's my sidekick." I said to the woman. "Come on, we're leaving."
"NO!"
"Wade, it's not real." I grabbed his arm.
"But-" I teleported before he could say anything.
"Would it help if I said that the yellow boxes are real?" I sad as soon as we got to Xavier's office.
"They are real!"
"I know, I know." I patted his shoulder and turned around to Charles.
"Mr. Xavier,"
"Professor, please."
"Professor," I corrected myself. "This is my sidekick, Wade Wilson. Wade, this is Professor Charles Xavier." The two shook hands.
"Wade, please tell me about yourself."
"Uh, I'm good but thank you for caring."
"Wade doesn't like to talk about his past." I explained. "But then again, who does?"
This time it was Charles who laughed. "That is a choice that I respect."
"Um, Professor, we wanted to know if it was possible for us to stay for a little while. Just until I can get Lance back."
"We would love to have you here."
"Minus one." Wade raised his hand.
"Wade?"
"I don't belong in a school and you know it."
"But, I'm your sidekick. You can't leave. Who's gonna look after me?" Maybe the puppy eyes will work.
"Kid," He put his hands on my shoulders. "You've got an entire school looking after you here. You don't need me saving your butt every other day."
"Wade," And in one second flat, I became that little girl from the dream.
He sighed, lent down and whispered in my ear, "A soldier doesn't get attached."
"You know I'm not a soldier."
Wade just smiled. "Yeah, I know. And don't ever become one." With that, he kissed the top of my head. "I'll come back. Don't you worry."
"If you get into trouble, you call me okay?"
He smirked. "You'll be the first to know." Without another word or action, Wade pressed the little button on his belt, and disappeared.
I just stood there. I don't really know how to explain how I felt, it was new to me. "Are you okay Andrea?"
"No. But I'll get over it." I probably won't, but that's besides the point.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~
"This was unexpected." Wade said as he appeared next to Wolverine in a bar.
"You're telling me." He took a swig of his beer.
"Hm," Wade motioned for the bartender to bring him a beer. "Hey Jimmy,"
"Logan."
"Logan," He corrected. "Do you hang out at Xavier's school at all?"
"Why do you wanna know?"
"Curiosity."
Logan glared at Wade. "Yeah."
"Do you stay there often?"
"Yeah." He raised his eyebrow in question. "Why?"
"Can you look after a girl for me? Just make sure she doesn't get into too much trouble. She's about yay-high, dark hair, dark eyes, and she's got tattoos all over her."
Logan scoffed. "How much trouble can one kid possibly get in?"
Wade chuckled into his beer. "You don't know Andi. Can you just look after her?"
"Why do you want me to?" Of course he was going to do it, he had this strange soft spot for girls who get into trouble.
"Because she's important to me. Now will you or won't you?"
"Sure, and don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you've gone soft."
"Thanks." Wade rolled his eyes and pressed the little button again.
