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Chapter 13: Morning after…
Stryker walked her to a new cell, the screaming crescendos a regular white noise. She remembered the first time she had visited with the poor man from the glass cell. It hardly bothered her now, but not once did she dare tell Wade or Jimmy where the military man took her. It was bad, somewhere she knew, but Stryker's word over took her small voice. No longer did she argue or throw a tantrum to avoid getting the powers he wanted. Now he'd say something, press a button,and five minutes later, she would wake up, powers imprinted and the person she stole from laying on the floor screaming in agony.
This time he wanted her to pick up a power to heal others. Military man's bosses said he needed a medic, so he took her to the cells, to a padded room. There was a boy, not much older than her, but with a very mean streak. He swore, he yelled, he spat at the glass screen and threw himself at it, screaming furiously. Darcy cuddled against one of the guards, frightened to go anywhere near him.
Her guardian glared down at her, disgusted at her fear. "Don't you want to be a hero?" he spoke down to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her to the door. Out of his pocket, he pulled out a remote device and knelt down next to her. "You're going to be a hero, whether you want this or not." A buzz sounded in her head, a pressure forced an ache between her eyes. She shrieked in pain, her hands over her ears. Then there was quiet and darkness.
The next thing she knew, she was sitting in the military car next to Stryker, her hands folded demurely in her lap. Her eyes started to water and she tried to sniffle quietly. His cold beady eyes looked down at her dispassionately. "You've started the next part of serving your country. Don't disappoint me."
**
Light flittered through her lacy curtains, shining on the bed, kissing the occupants. Stretching like a feline, Darcy woke slowly, feeling deliciously sore and still fuzzy. However, the weight on her arm had her freezing immediately. Looking over her bare shoulder, she stared in shock at the slumbering form of Deadpool. Her hand went to her mouth and she turned away from him abruptly. The night came rushing back, the words, the whispers, the sex, everything.
Carefully, she slipped out of the bed and crept into the shower, turning it to scalding. What had she done? She didn't even know the guy and jumped straight into bed with him. A shocked tear slipped down her cheek, followed by a steady stream. The night was amazing, she knew that for sure, but who the hell was he?
Christ! She did it again, jumped head first into a whirlwind intimacy without thinking of the consequences. The thought of facing him had her shaking. With trembling limbs, she scrubbed herself harshly, appalled at her lack of judgment. The harsh surface of the cloth not getting to the feeling of dirt under her skin. She lent against the wall of the shower as the hot water beat down on her, a feeling of guilty swelled in her chest, it was like a bad dream she couldn't escape. Shame flooded her face in a blush as images from the night before danced around her mind. But there was one thing she didn't regret, her promise to help him. There was one thing Darcy prided herself on, and that was keeping her word. She never backed down from a promise and just because she jumped into bed with a man she knew nothing about, that wouldn't change.
Logan must have such a low opinion of her. She had a lower opinion of herself.
The shower grew cold and she stepped out, composing herself as she towel dried herself. There was definitely attraction between them, but she wanted more than one night. She wanted a decent, healthy relationship, the complete opposite of her last one. Wrapping her robe around her, she walked back into the bedroom, Deadpool still snoozing naked on her bed. Standing next to the bed, she stared at him, taking in his peaceful expression. Last night he had told her that since the experimentation, he had slept with no one, and she believed him. It was hard to get past the lack of mouth. It was the best night she had ever had, and her imagination filled the blanks for what it would be like with him and his mouth. She reached out and touched his cheek gently.
Sighing, she pulled back and walked over to her dresser, pulling out a matching set of light blue cotton underwear. Slipping into them, she dropped the towel and walked over to her wardrobe, unaware of intense brown eyes watching her. Back towards the bed, she changed into a pair of wide leg, pinstripe, navy blue trousers and a light blue blouse. Closing the doors, she went over to the dresser and pulled open a drawer, grabbing out her jewelry box and a glasses case.
Princess? She jumped and turned around, Deadpool sitting up on the bed, her quilt and sheets bunched around his waist. Not wanting him to have an inkling of what she was thinking, she smiled softly, half genuine.
"Morning," she said softly, opening the case and putting on her wide frame navy glasses.
You know, once my TV didn't work…So I kicked it….and it started working again. Darcy let out a bark of laughter at his random, insane comment. Never before did she have a partner who started a morning-after conversation about a TV that was broken.
You wanna know something else? She raised her eyebrows curiously. You're hotter than the one Kirk bagged on Star Trek. She let out an undignified snort and turned away from him, putting on a pearl necklace.
Seriously, though, are you regretting last night? She shook her head, turned to face him and smiled the fakest smile she ever wore.
"No, Deadpool, I don't regret is at all."
He seemed to believe her, nodding lightly and got up, walking to her stark naked and nuzzled her ear lightly. Good. What's happening today?
"Well, I have to talk to Hank about getting you down in the medical bay this afternoon. I apparently already have the ability to heal, I just forgot about it and I have a couple hours in my office to help my students before their exams. As for you, you get to relax and chill before the reversal. How are you with pain?"
SAFEWORD! SAFEWORD! He shouted in her mind instinctively. His loud tone forced sharp pain through her mind. Noticing her head in her hands, he quieted, apologizing softly. Sorry, the whole experimentation process was worse than watching the very bad scene of Barbie and Ken practicing BDSM.
Darcy stared at him in shock. "I really don't want to know do I?" He shook his head in reply. "The reason I ask is that I can't put you under any anesthesia because it will knock me out the moment I try to fix you and we'll be back to square one."
Deadpool grabbed her hair brush and began to run it through her hair gently. Thank you, for last night and for bringing back my classic good looks.
She smiled up at him, guilt tearing at her stomach. "I haven't done anything with your looks just yet. I'm not a hundred percent sure that it'll work."
You're trying, and that's the best gift I've received for a while. Better than the birthday cake at the cells, that's for sure.
She sighed, grabbing the hair brush and quickly brushed her hair into a smooth bun. "I have to go see Hank this morning, so feel free to snoop or have a shower, but you may have to wait a while. I used the last of the hot water before." He nodded and gave her a warm look. Feeling more than a little awkward, she leaned up and brushed her lips against his scarred cheek. "I need to catch him before breakfast; do you want to come with me?" He shook his head and touched her cheek lightly before stepping back.
I'll see you soon, Princess. Smiling again, she slipped into her heels and ducked out of the room with a wave. As soon as the door closed, she struggled to hold her tears at bay, the shame and guilt flooding through her.
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"HANK!"Darcy yelled down the hallway, pushing past students looking for a mid-morning breakfast. The blue furred man looked up and smiled at the small woman weaving her way through the teens. Puffing, she came to his side, looking a little frazzled and her hair frizzy. Taking her arm, he pulled her to a quiet corner, avoiding the loud students. "Hey Teddy Bear," she smiled lightly at him.
"Hello Darcy," he smiled at her softly, "What can I do for you?"
"Are you free for a few hours this afternoon? I kind of promised Deadpool that I'd reverse the scarring he received from Stryker." She looked at him a little sheepish. "I know I should have asked you first and all, and I could probably do it on my own, I just prefer to have an excellent doctor at my side to make sure I'm doing it right." Hank let out a soft laugh before tucking some hair behind her ear.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart, and lucky for you I have nothing on except for a few reports. Supervising your session will be a privilege." Darcy beamed at him happily and threw her arms around the man.
"Thanks Hank, you're a life saver!"
"I should hope so, or I'd need a new career."
She smiled a goodbye and walked towards the kitchen, hoping for an orange before going to her office. As she walked, she smiled at Rogue, who was staring at the man who had helped them at the compound, the one that Deadpool had called a 'fairy'. Darcy prayed that her friend didn't make the same mistake she had committed.