"How many times do I have to tell you? Do not doubt yourself!" Training Speed was a big task; I hope that I wasn't this bad with Gabe. "One more time, then we're going to switch." Speed spun around me and rammed into my side, resulting in me sliding across the floor.

"Shit! Amazon, I'm sorry!" He rushed over and helped me up. I brushed myself off and smiled at him.

"Healing ability; it's fine." I put my arm around his shoulders and nudged him with my hip. "You got me down, that's good. Tomorrow we'll work on control."

"Can I take a break?"

"If Gabe allows you to before his lesson… Go get a drink, Speed, Gabe will let you." Lash walked into the training room when Speed walked out. I took a sip from the water bottle and sat it back on the ground. I laughed when I saw Lash's legs frozen to a bluish color. "What did you do to get him mad?" Lash's eyes narrowed at me.

"He was still mad about me touching you," he sighed then shivered. "I don't get it, are you two an item?" I could hear the sadness in his voice.

"No, we're just really good friends… not to mention that he's as protective over me as a nerd with their butterfly collection." My voice sounded almost bitter about it.

"That's how we got started." I felt my mind blank as I threw Lash against the wall. "What the hell was that?"

"Lesson number one, expect the unexpected." I smirked and continued on. "Lesson two, don't tend to your wounds, pay attention to your opponent's actions."

"Why aren't you going easy on me?"

"The heroes won't go easy on you in battle, so why should I when I'm training you?" Lash shrugged and stood up. He stretched his arms up to the bar hanging above me, yanking it down and pulling some of the ceiling tile with it, and catching me off guard. I fell underneath of all the rubble, a piece of metal stabbed into my side.

"Fuck!" Lash started pulling the things off of me, as I held the metal. "Are you alright?"

"How many times must I say this," I sighed and winced as I pulled the metal out of my side swiftly. "I have a healing ability. Whatever you do to me, it won't kill me. I'm like Wolverine, without the adamantium and claws."

"Why not Deadpool?"

"Lash!"

"Got it."

"You better; because if I hear the words 'I'm sorry' again when you or Speed hurt me, one of you will die a gruesome and brutal, bloody death."

After an hour of training Lash, there was still no improvement whatsoever. I now had him up against the wall, a foot off of the ground, by his throat. He was clueless on how to get out of the position.

"Lash, use your powers!" He looked at me again and I loosened my grip on his throat a little then tightened it again. He got the idea and stretched out his neck, escaping my death grip and flipped behind me. I felt my body twist around in time to see Lash throw me up against the wall. His lips were an inch from mine and I could feel his breath hit my face.

"Scar-litto!" James's voice shouted over the speaker.

"What is it, James?" I asked, watching as Lash pushed himself off of the wall and walked towards the other side of the room.

"We need both you and stretchy one in the conference room, right away."

"Gotcha." I wiped my face with the towel sitting beside my water bottle. "C'mon Lash, let's head over." I headed out of the room, Lash following closely behind me. I sat down at the end of the conference table and tightened my pony tail that had started to become loose. James sat a file in front of me and I opened it to see a picture of my alter ego. "How did they get pictures of me?"

"I'm a genius, and yet I can't even figure that out." I turned the picture over only to find another of me. "No one knew about you yesterday, and now… because of this morning, you're all over the news." James pressed a button and the walls slid back to reveal a flat screen TV.

"This morning a new name came into the world of villainy, the Scarlet Vixen. Don't let her stripper attire fool you. She and her accomplice, Styx, had attacked the local police station, killing three and wounding the chief severely. If anyone knows her whereabouts report to the Mayor immediately so he can warn some of the local superhero authorities. I'm Harley Steel and this-" I felt my jaw drop and muted the television.

"So you're known now." I glared at James and threw the file against the wall. I stood up and started pacing. "What's her problem?" Frankie scoffed and shook her head.

"You obviously know nothing about women." I growled and looked at Frankie.

"I say that we kill her."

"What did she do that was so bad?" Speed asked, adjusting his hat.

"She basically just called her a prostitute." Gabe stated and gave me a look as if to apologize for saying it aloud, I nodded at him signaling that it was alright.

"You're starting to seem like a sociopath again." I glared at James and shook my head.

"Wait, what?" Lash stared at me, not knowing what to say.

"When I first started this whole… life, I went on a killing spree. I wasn't able to control myself. I only killed rapists and members of the mafia though, so nothing that bad."

"They'll take you to the chair for that."

"No they won't."

"Amazon, they sent me to jail for going along with a plan to turn superheroes into babies; they'll do worse for killing."

"Grams is very good at getting people out of certain situations."

"I already knew that."

"So what makes you think that she would allow her only granddaughter to go to the chair?"

"I don't know."

"Then say nothing when you know nothing, or you'll have a pen sticking out of your jugular and never say anything again." Gabe smirked when I said this.

"Can I get you that pen?"

"If you insist."

"I've about had enough of you!" Lash shouted towards Gabe, making my head snap towards him.

"Say that to him again and you're going back to jail, got it douche bag?" I could feel my eye twitch as I got angrier. "You are a guest in our home; if you want to leave, go right ahead. But if you treat him like that, I'm going to kick your ass." Lash sank back into his seat and I huffed and walked out of the room and headed up the stairs, towards the direction of my bedroom. "Who the fuck does he think he is? Speaking to Gabe like that, when all he did was freeze him a few times. Asshole." There was a knock on my door and I threw a shoe at the door. Frankie slid inside and sat beside me on the couch.

"I think that it's time to talk about something." I looked at her and cocked an eyebrow. "What's going on between you and a certain male?"

"Lash? Nothing's going on with us. When we were training he got a little grabby, but that's it."

"Not Lash," she paused, "Gabe." I felt my eyes go wide as I heard his name; I gulped and started to stutter. "I understand that you have a crush on him."

"K-kind of." I closed my eyes knowing what she was going to say.

"Amazon…" She rarely used my first name. "I know that something happened between the two of you, I just don't know what." I could feel my cheeks turn red and I looked away from her.

"Well… I- kind of… err."

"You didn't!"

"It happened awhile ago!"

"That doesn't mean that it didn't happen!"

"I know." I smacked my forehead and sighed. "How did you know that something had happened?"

"The way you look at him."

"Great."

"But I didn't think it was anything like that. Does anyone else know?"

"James might, he is smart enough."

"Smart enough to figure out that you had sex with your training partner?"

"Shut your trap! Someone might hear you, Frankie."

"You just turned eighteen a month ago and if it was awhile ago, that means… Amazon!"

"I don't want to bring that up."

"You were jail-bait and he was twenty-one!"

"It's not like it's the worst thing I've ever done. Killing people is a lot worse."

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-Cwarnic93