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Chapter 4:
"Wade!" I cried, before running into the outstretched arms of one of my oldest friends. We stood there for a while, simply hugging as I tried to not let a tear escape. Wade wouldn't like that.
Wade Wilson was someone from my past, from my childhood. An old friend who's parents worked with mine. (Or so I was told, I never met them.) Wade is 27, ten years older than me. He was caught in a bombing accident at sometime, which forced him to wear a full body suit to cover the pock marks and scars. I didn't mind them, but he did. He is also a deadly mercenary, known as Deadpool, which is why I saw him so scarcely. Seeing him here, at such a public place, was interesting.
That thought caused me to pull away from the male, to look at him through his mask.
"Wade, why are you here? During the day, no less?" I questioned, puzzled.
I could see the grin through the mask.
"Can't I come visit my precious raven?" He teased, using one of the many nicknames he has bestowed upon me.
"Not during the day. You're here for another reason. What is it?" I pestered.
Wade sighed. "You're just not going to leave me alone, are ya? I need to speak with the Captain and Stark. Wheels wants me to pass on a message to them, and I had one of my own. Ah—classified information, doll." Wade chuckled, and I huffed. His explanation only confused me further, leaving me with even more questions. 'Wheels', is Professor Charles Xavier, head of the school for gifted youngsters. Mutants for short. But what would the professor want with Steve and Tony?
But I knew Wade would tell me nothing more, so I dropped the subject, turning my thoughts elsewhere.
"Have you seen Spidey lately?" I questioned. Spiderman, or 'Spidey', was an old friend of ours too. Peter Parker. He recently became New York's own resident superhero. Peter occasionally visted me on the streets, when he was out of school, usually bringing food. He wouldn't stay long, just long enough for us to exchange one or two stories, before leaving. Peter's parents are dead too, but he lives with his aunt.
Wade grinned again. "Spidey's fine, last I saw. I was actually planning on dropping by after finishing up here. Want me to send him your love? He teased.
I grinned and nodded, all the while attempting to untangle myself from the merc.
Wade's next question caused me to freeze.
"Why are you trying to leave, little raven?"
I paused before speaking.
"Because I do not belong. Thor has returned, bringing Loki with, and the Avengers will have enough to deal with without me. They do not need another burden. Besides, I would feel uncomfortable here. A complete turnaround, going from living on my own on the streets to living with at least six adults?" I attempted to explain my insecurities.
"I really wish you'd stop degrading yourself so much. You are not a burden And Deadpool, what do you need?" A voice came from behind me.
I turned, only to see the entire Avengers team and one oddly tranquil, yet very curious, Loki, who was slightly hiding behind the large mass known as Thor. I flushed slightly. I hadn't wanted anyone to hear that but Wade.
Wade laughed, saving me from having to answer Tony.
As Wade passed along his message to Tony, I stared at Thor and Loki. The thunder god was exactly
what the news made him to be: intimidating. But Loki was another story…something was off about him. His eyes were so…interesting, a vibrant wintergreen shade. So-that was it! In the news, Loki's eyes were bluer, like crystal or ice. But, why would his eyes change colors? Was it only when he used his magic? Or something else? That was interesting…
"Why do you stare so, young maiden?" Thor questioned, head cocked to the side in puzzlement.
I mentally shook myself before answering. Surely I was only seeing things.
"Just trying to get used to the fact that two demi-gods stand before me. It is quite a shock." I said.
Thor grinned in response. "Well, perhaps if you stay, I may tell you great tales of Asgard, many
of which Loki and I was a part of." He announced.
"Ah yes, stories of the past. I believe you own us one of your own, Ms. McFarland." Mr. Rogers
stated, staring at me.
I flushed from embarrassment, but nodded nonetheless. Since they had caught me in my
attempt to escape, I owed them that much.
"Fine." I relented.
Wade, having finished his talk with Tony, came to stand in front of me.
"Wynona, trust me when I say this. You will find safety here. Don't throw this away because of
pride." He whispered, before hugging me one last time.
I sighed. "Look, I'll try. If I don't like it, I'm leaving, got it?"
Wade nodded. "Deal."
We broke apart, Wade turning to leave. With one last goodbye, the merc was gone, racing down
the hallway.
I turned to the group of rag-tag superheroes, and began to laugh. Mr. Barton was making a
funny face, sticking his tongue out at me, and I couldn't help the giggles. Tony and Mr. Rogers looked at
me as if I had gone crazy, but Miss Romanoff and Bruce smiled gently, knowing exactly what the
marksman was up to. Thor seemed pleasantly confused, and Loki was still merely curious.
"I believe you owe us a story, so let's go upstairs," Tony announced.
I sighed once again, but followed anyways, to what I felt was my doom. Mr. Barton, Miss
Romanoff and Mr. Rogers took the stairs, leaving me behind with Thor, Loki, Bruce, and Tony. I
moved to follow the other three up the stairs, but Tony steered me towards the elevator. Rather
forcefully, I might add.
I looked at the elevator, then at Thor, then back to the elevator.
"Tony reinforced all the elevators, and made them larger. The five of us will fit in there fine." Bruce stated, seemingly reading my mind once again.
I huffed. Now another attempt to get out of this predicament was shot down. I turned to glance at Tony, but was distracted by Loki's staring. Deciding to be blunt, I spoke.
"Why are your eyes different colors than before?"
Tony, whom had been ignoring me like a petulant child, peered at Loki.
"You know, she's right. During the invasion, your eyes were sort of a weird, crystallized blue.
Like Selvig's when he was under control." Tony noted, approaching Loki to peer in his eyes. The
trickster leaned back away from the genius.
"But Selvig was under Loki's control. So, was someone contolling Loki?" Bruce shot back,
twisting his glasses in his hands.
Loki made a move to speak, but Tony, ever the abrasive one, cut him off, blatantly ignoring the
trickster. Loki crossed his arms and I watched as his face fell into an expression that could only be
described as a pout. Not that I would ever mention that to the demi-god.
We clambered onto the elevator, which had taken its sweet time to get here. Thor was somber
and not quite so confused, though still silent. Loki was still pouting like a three-year old, and Bruce and
Tony were tossing theories back and forth.
Ignoring the males, I surveyed the elevator. Bruce was right; it was larger than a standard
elevator. I guess I hadn't been paying attention earlier, when I had been escaping Tony. I then looked at
Loki. He didn't seem anything like the half-crazed maniac from the news.
Deciding to be nosy, I wormed my way over next to Loki.
"Earlier, you looked as if you wanted to say something. What was it?" I questioned.
Loki glanced down at me before answering. "I know why my eyes are different. I was going to
tell them, but they did not give me a chance. Do they always assume such strange things? I assure you, I
did not have sexual intercourse with either Selvig or Barton." Loki then proceeded to glare at Bruce and
Tony, whose latest theory was exactly that.
Bruce, at least, had the decency to look guilty, while Tony continued on as if Loki had not
spoken.
I shrugged in response to Loki's question. "Honestly? I don't know. I've only known these
people for a matter of hours."
"Why do you wish to leave? Do you not want to wish to know us better? To be friends?" The
unusually quiet Thor spoke up.
"Yeah…why do you want to leave so badly?" Tony demanded.
I flushed with embarrassment, saved -fortunately or not, I couldn't tell- from answering by the
stopping of the elevator and the opening of the doors. I stepped out first, followed by the others. I
turned to Tony, who led us down the hall. I, hesitant, followed.
-END!
Me: Good, right? I hope so, I rushed to get this written! XP Next chapter, not written yet. *ducks random
thrown objects* I'm working on it! Wait, was that a shoe?
My unicorn died, my gummy bear ran away, my invisible friend got kidnapped, and the voices in my head
won't talk to me. Oh no, I'm going sane!
~By, IDK.