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"Wow, you're seriously an asshole for not taking me here first."

Knock offs, reproductions, or just flat out stolen, Lowtown's shopping district was a tide pool of fast moving merchandise sold just as quick as it was offloaded from the ships down in Buccaneer Bay. Buyer Beware didn't have anything on this place, and Victor enjoyed the sight of his little Lee haggling with the vendors like she had a history with dealing in counterfeit or stolen goods. It was enough to bring a smile to his lips, enjoying a bit of street fare with the appetite his fight had worked up.

Skin, meat, blood and sinew came with a cost that was paid one way or another. Letting his gut lead him along to what he needed, something that was promised to be chicken was the latest he was scarfing down. The view wasn't too bad as he ate, the first thing she'd picked out was a pair of jeans and how she had stretched and flexed in them to make sure they were the perfect fit. Getting snatched had put her on guard, her hackles were up and she was ready for the next son of a bitch to have a go at her.

"Yeah, I'm not paying that. Five bucks, that's it." Jubilee said to the vendor who was hocking what he swore were, in his words, Real Deal Ray-bans.

"Five Dollar, no, no! Twenty five! Best Price!"

"That's still better than what you were asking, and I gotta say I do make these look good. Fifteen, otherwise I'll go look for some real ones."

She wasn't lying and that was the truth, she did make them look good and the fact that she kept them perched up there in her messy hair let him enjoy every teasing look she threw his way. Cash changed hands and she skipped up sporting her new shades with a smug smile.

"That ain't chicken, is it?" Jubilee asked with a look to the take out container of something that was meat mixed in with noddles and enough sauce to keep anyone from figuring it out too fast.

"Wait till we get ta the Princess Bar, nothing on the menu there that ain't the genuine article as advertised."

Stealing a noodle and sucking it past her lips, a little bit couldn't kill her so he let it go just to enjoy how she licked away at them. Her mood had improved ever since the whole mess at the warehouse had been sorted out, the mess that was fit for her to hear anyway.

"Boots, now we're talking!" Dressed in sandals fit for the beach she'd been ready to hit all until a mouthy Merc had abducted her, Jubilee rushed up to a new stall to look over their wares.

Cracking a beer to wash down what sure as well wasn't chicken, Vic heard the noisy slurping of the very same mouthy Merc who just had ambled up beside him. If it wasn't cancer, then something sure as hell had messed up the boyish good looks he remembered even from the mess that Stryker had made of that face. Wade had his cowl up just enough to chow down on something that sure as hell didn't belong on the menu of any vendor looking for repeat business.

"The past stays there, unless ya want me ta introduce ya to yer spleen."

"Funny story that, some Colombians beat you to that introduction."

Torture took on a whole new meaning when a man had the kind of healing he did, and seeing the walking mess that was the man who called himself Deadpool nowadays, Victor could tell he wasn't lying about that introduction. The problem with torture and his kind of healing was that most of the time the one on the right end of the corkscrew or bamboo skewer just thought they lost ya there for a minute, it couldn't be that you had just died from reaching a limit ya didn't know you had.

It made for a bad time for all involved, because sooner or later the rope would get frayed just right, or just maybe knowing your thumb would grow back made the shackles more of an invitation to stay than anything else.

"Yo, Scarface, I need a man's opinion." Jubilee yelled from where she was lacing up a pair of shit kickers.

"She needs a man's opinion." Wilson said with a horrible smile of scar tissue and whatever the fuck he was eating.

Maybe Stryker had figured out a way to bottle up the kind of healing Victor and his brother Jimmy had, but that was where it stopped. He hadn't gone digging deep enough to look for the beast behind the eyes, the beast that ran rabid through the blood when a fight came down to who the bigger dog was. That was the truth because with a sniff, Victor could smell the bloodlust that was a perfume that made him hard in ways few women ever had.

He'd known his share of hookers, harlots, and whores. The years had seen enough run ins with honey pots and the kind of femme fatales that the spy game brought out, but watching Wade walk up to Jubilee who had a sweet smile for him as she modelled her new boots, just maybe they all had a story like her. Just enough bad piling up to make the lifestyle seem normal, looking to give back a lifetime of hurt figuring they were due. Having the decency to hold his nuts out of sympathy, Victor watched Wilson fall hard and cough into his cowl the last of the breath he had.

"On a scale of one to never having kids, where was that?" Jubilee asked sweetly, lording over the fallen Merc who curled up holding his little Wades and Wilsons.

Stripping a fair price for stolen merchandise and passing it off to the vendor that was damned near speechless, even Lowtown could be showed something new now and again. Deadpool wasn't a name he wasn't unfamiliar with, in fact it was one of those names that stuck out after it tagged pulling off the job no poser ever could or should be able to. So seeing a proven Merc letting slide that kind of punishment said something, and looking around the crowd it was there to see.

Getting sized up by every gang running a protection racket or looking to prove just why you needed one, his little Lee had them trying to figure out if she was already in over her head or something they had to take into consideration. Ever since that first night she'd proven just the right kind of distraction to wile away waiting out Jimmy coming looking for him, but somewhere something had happened.

All of a sudden having it out with the man who had taken his brother's place could wait just a bit longer. Teasing him to take what he wanted from her, some frail that hadn't once flinched at seeing the beast behind his eyes, things hadn't gotten that far yet. History told him there always came a day when some dame saw something she didn't like in his eyes, didn't like how he held her, or grew tired of hiding the bruises.

But this one bled him their first night and wore her bruises like trophies in the morning, she sought him out for the ugly truth he could tell over dinner, and when all was said and done she was his kind. She had something feral in her, something wild, something whatever it was that made her more or less than human depending how the light caught it. It was there behind her eyes and he longed to see it, to see what made Stryker want to kill her and all those others for just because he called them mutants.

All those thoughts were pushed aside as he stalked up over Wade, and as much as Deadpool had made a new name for himself there were others that ran so deep in Madripoor as to be down there in the mortar and brick that Buccaneer Bay was built on. Names like Ladau, Luckman and Lake, like Patch, and of course his own alias, Sabretooth. Marking his little Lee for all to see, bleeding her just to hear her cry out in pain as they kissed, she reciprocated every bit of suffering she felt tearing away at his lip with those pretty little teeth.

"Hungry?" It was a question he didn't need to ask for the look in her eyes.

His blood on her lips was almost too much, struck dumb in awful admiration watching her lap at that crimson stain like she were some kitten supping on creme. Every breath brought her excitement mingled with her own need, and beneath it all was the scent that had his eyes grow dark, longing to run his tongue over every red welt left behind bleeding out from his claws dragging along her supple flesh.

"Starving."

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