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DISCALIMER: I only own my OC Emmaline Carlson, the idea, & any poetry. I do not own the quote(s) or Ultimate Spider-Man (because if I owned Ultimate Spider-Man, then Danny would be featured much more often.)

Chapter 11: Boom.

"Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives.

I think we're being run by maniacs for maniacal ends

and I think I'm liable to be put away as insane for expressing that.

That's what's insane about it."

-John Lennon

Deadpool laughs maniacally. "Now, you're worth a very fine sum."

I choke helplessly. "Maybe," I manage, "maybe I'm not who you think I am."

"Doesn't matter! You fit the description! 'Long braided brown hair', check, 'tattoo', check, 'attitude', check, 'glasses'- no! No! Not check! Where did you put your glasses?!" he screeches, then breaks into a fit of hysterical laughter. "Ha! You're smart, just like my employer said you'd be!"

"Who exactly is your employer this time?" Ava growls. She is standing, claws unsheathed. Luke's fists are clenched, and he is right behind her. Sam's still leaning back in his chair, apparently unconcerned. Danny is standing the farthest back, his two fists aglow. Peter's obviously angry, and very alarmed (I do have a knife pressed to my throat, after all). They all know this Deadpool, but I haven't ever heard of him.

"Oh, dear! I'm afraid that I cannot tell you," and he sniffles, tightening his grip on my head. "Now one move from this mutant's boyfriend over there, or her little BFF's, even from the arachnid- she's deader than my pool. You can't touch me, either- you all know about my healing factor, so you can't just shoot me in the back. Ahem. Let's get a closer look at this beauty, here," he laughs, spinning me around to face him, about to remove my mask.

Angrily, I seize my opportunity, and kick him right between the legs. He instantly kneels down, saying, "Ouchie ouchie ouchie," and wincing beneath his costume. I dash over to the other side of the room, jumping into a fighting stance. "That wasn't fair!" Deadpool whines at me.

"Who is this guy?" I mutter to Ava.

"Deadpool. He used to train with us, now he's a mercenary," she growls back.

"Hey! That's a bit prejudicial, isn't it? I'm not necessarily here to k-word her! My employer just wants her body, and she can be alive?"

"K-word?" I wonder aloud.

Peter answers my question. "Deadpool here isn't willing to own up to murder- can't even admit that he's killing people!"

Deadpool claps his hands over his ears. "Puh-lease! You know I don't like the k-word, so- shut up before I k-word you."

"This guy's insane," I realize.

He bows. "Thank you, thank you! Now, we have some decisions to make. Oh, so many choices!" Deadpool exclaims, rubbing his hands together. "You can either come peacefully, or-" his voice deadens, "-or I attempt to blow this whole aircraft up! Or rather, down! Either way, I win," he sums up cheerfully, gesturing toward the beeping devices that we have failed to notice. They're spread out all over the ceiling and walls, and I assume throughout the Helicarrier. Dramatically, Deadpool takes a remote control with a huge red button on it out of his pocket.

"Crap," Luke says.

"Oh, shit," Ava and Sam say in unison.

"Crud, oh, crud," Peter mutters.

Then, to my absolute horror, my teammates step forward. "No, she's not-"

"Yes," I interrupt, "Fine. Here I come." Deadpool laughs crazily, and leads me away, his finger lingering over the button. I ignore my teammates shocked expressions, and their protests, because I know Deadpool's for real.

"Ta ta, until next time!" With a flourish, he brings me into a Stark Industries aircraft, carefully strapping me in the seat. "And in case you get any ideas, I will still press this button." I don't doubt him. This guy's capable of murder, he's capable of anything, including blowing up the Helicarrier.

"Ah, off to Dr. Doom's!" Deadpool continues. His mindless talk washes over me, as I struggle to come up with any ideas. I glare at him. No way. No one threatens my family, no one kidnaps me for money. My fury swells inside me, building slowly.

Suddenly, the aircraft lurches to the side. The screen falters, then flickers out, and the engine dies. There's no more energy for it to run on- it's all within me now. "HEY!" Deadpool screeches, and jams his finger against the red button.

"NO!" I shout in horror, waiting for the explosion, then realize that the remote control, like everything, needs energy. If I wasn't so tense, I'd laugh with relief. My anger rises up again, though, like an enormous tidal wave washing over me. Steam pours from the controls, and Deadpool kicks open the hatch, jumping from the aircraft and hollering to the sky about his money, his victory, as he opens his parachute and floats slowly down.

Last straw. I let go for the first time in my life, as I see red.

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Ava's POV

We watch in horror as the aircraft explodes with a force that I've never seen before. The sky is clouded with smoke, and we can't see anything except a few more flashes of light, a terrible scream, and the sound of more tiny explosions.

Deadpool's alive, no doubt. He's right about his healing power; it really is strong.

Emma's dead, though. Dead.

I've had family die before, but not a friend. She really was a good person. A kind person. She was so shy...

How can I already be dwelling on memories, when she only just died?

Nova is staring out the window, a look of horror upon his face, like he hadn't really believed this could happen. Fury had warned us that this girl was unstable, that she had struggled with death all of her life. But he had also tried to tell us that her power was deadly, but as a person, she was obsessed with making sure everybody else lived. That she didn't hurt any of us. I had positively scoffed when he said we had a lot to learn from her.

Power-Man is right beside Nova, looking numb. He didn't care for Emma, but she was still his teammate, and Luke takes these things right to heart.

Spider-Man. Pete. His mask is crumpled in his hand, and his face is scrunched up in such an angry expression that I don't approach him. He's the team leader. He feels responsible for this girl, this girl that she hated.

Iron Fist is gone. He punched a hole in the wall and left, sirens blaring behind him.

And I'm angry. So, so angry. Deadpool was one of us- he was apart of the team. He comes back, usually with trouble, but this- killing one of our own- this is too far. Deadpool needs to pay for what he's done.

So I vow that when I see him next, I kill him. Once he heals, I'll kill him again. And again. Until he feels guilt gnawing him from the inside out, like a rotten apple.

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I wake up in the middle of the night, woken by the realization that of course Emma's alive! I dash to Danny's room, screaming, "She's here! She's alive!"

When Danny opens the door, he looks the worst I've seen him since he was in Emma's apartment, dying. That's saying something. He's wearing his uniform, without his bandana, and his eyes are widened at my noise.

"What do you mean, Ava?" Danny sounds so worn down, so exhausted, completely hopeless.

"I mean that she's here, she's alive! That stupid necklace she wears all the time, it would've brought her back to the Tricarrier!"

Danny's face remains the same as before. Slowly, he brings his hand up, and opens his fist. There, in his palm, is Emma's necklace.

"But- but why? Why do you have it?! She wore it all the time, you said!"

His voice is bitter, filled with hate and regret. "She gave it to me on Saturday. When she found my weak spot, and tried to comfort me. Before she left, she handed me this and told me to keep it until I found where I belong again. It's my fault she's dead."

"Oh, no, Danny, no..." I whisper in horror, feeling like a complete idiot.

"It is my fault, Ava. She trusted me. And I have let her down."

Emmaline's dead. Nothing can change that now.

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The next morning. Danny doesn't show up at breakfast, and neither does Peter.

Fury tells us that they're going to search the crash site once they're sure it's stable, and won't blow anybody up. We can come if we want. There'll be a memorial service for her on Saturday.

Fuck.

;-) I may have the next chapter up tonight.

-FFS