Weapon X: Saddling Up.

[Wyldfire]

The plains were undisturbed. No wind at all to stir the grass. No breeze to carry scents. It was a peaceful enough place, but that peace was about to be torn asunder. The forces that would be gathering here wouldn't appreciate the beauty of it all.

The beginning of the end of the peace happened with a flash of light and a star spangled body hit the grass rolling. As she rolled to her feet the saw bladed shield raised, poised to throw but with no target. "What the fuck is this?" She asked no one in particular.

Her senses strained to find anyone else, but her concentration was shattered as another flash of light occured and another body fell into the plains.

(OOC! Right here.)
https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=512015

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Major Wade Wilson.

Freefall was kind of nice. This weightless feeling of perpetual wind. If you relaxed enough you could almost feel as if it was lifting you up instead of your inevitable plummet to a meeeting with mister ground. Few people ever get the chance to tell the difference But Wade did. As Deadpool he'd managed to fall of buildings or cliffs for jobs many a time. Some people had seen too many movies and thought water saved you. It never did. In fact if you hit water at enough speed it actually hurt more than pavement. There was more of it.

Bright sun flashed for a third of a second causing Wade to turn his head and see ground coming. This was never good. He piked and rolled to take the impact on his shoulders and neck it'd hurt less when he died. He went Limp. Then he went very Limp.

*SPLAT*

It only took moments for him to rise. Nothing actually broke other the neck. A surprise and a half. he was bent over legs over his own head in a compressed package, from here it actually looked like he could give himself head...

He banished that thought quickly A quick Kip-up and a pulled gun later and Wade was scanning the horizon for other life. Huh. Bright plains, this is kind of cheery in a terrible way. Still turning he caught movement with his peripheral vision. He swung the gun around to see... Captain America?

"Wow, that's an impressive rack, so what do you do for your country?"

 

[Wyldfire]

Freefall was kind of nice. This weightless feeling of perpetual wind. If you relaxed enough you could almost feel as if it was lifting you up instead of your inevitable plummet to a meeeting with mister gorund. Few people ever get the chance to tell the difference But Wade did. as deadpool he'd managed to fall of buildings or cliffs for jobs many a time. Some people had seen too many movies and though water saved you. It never did. In fact if you hit water at enough speed it actually hurt more than pavement.

Bright sun flashed for a third of a second causing Wade to turn his head and see ground coming. This was never good. He piked and rolled to take the impact on his shoulders and neck it'd hurt less when he died. He went Limp. Then he went very Limp.

*SPLAT*

It only took moments for him to rise. Nothing actually broke other the neck. A surprise and a half. he was bent over legs over his own head in a compressed package, from here it actually looked like he could give himself head...

He banished that thought quickly A quick Kip-up and a pulled gun later and Wade was scanning the horizon for other life. Huh. Bright plains, this is kind of cheery in a terrible way. Still turning he caught movement with his peripheral vision. He swung the gun around to see... Captain America?

"Wow, that's an impressive rack, so what do you do for your country?"

Gun! That was all she thought as the man rose from the ground after taking a fall that would kill anyone but ... The shield flew as the man lept to his feet talking about her rack. Her shield caught Deadpool's wrist taking the hand and the gun away from him. He'd grow it back. He always did. That's what made that puppy so much fun to kick.

"Now you stinking Canadian piece of shit, you're going to explain what the fuck I am doing here and do it fast or I start taking more off you like usual." Cap snarled as she caught the straps on her shield.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Deadpool.

"Now you stinking Canadian piece of shit, you're going to explain what the fuck I am doing here and do it fast or I start taking more off you like usual." Cap snarled as she caught the straps on her shield.

*Schick* He liked that hand. Canadian? Not since 52. There wasn't a Canada anymore. In fact there weren't a lot of countries anymore. But that was academia for a different time for now getting to cover would be good. He scanned, and saw nothing but horizon. it was a goddamn plains a field. Fuck. he grabbedc the wrist and dove to the left and came up attaching the severed hand to bone and rolling letting the healing factor do it's work. He was prepared now he wouldn't let the same toss hit him again.

"Alright first off are you still Captain America? And secondly I'm an american not a canadian. There is no more canada or america either. Just the NAR."

 

[Wyldfire]

*Schick* He liked that hand. Canadian? Not since 52. There wasn't a Canada anymore. In fact there weren't a lot of countries anymore. But that was academia for a different time for now getting to cover would be good. He scanned, and saw nothing but horizon. it was a goddamn plains a field. Fuck. he grabbedc the wrist and dove to the left and came up attaching the severed hand to bone and rolling letting the healing factor do it's work. He was prepared now he wouldn't let the same toss hit him again.

"Alright first off are you still Captain America? And secondly I'm an american not a canadian. There is no more canada or america either. Just the NAR."

"Yes I am Captain America, and you're Deadpool. A known Canadian Terrorist. Is this NAR the name of the organization that you're part of this time?" Cap asked. She knew she'd need this open space to take Deadpool. She would win this time like she always did. She was Captain fucking America after all.

"Now are we going to keep playing these headgames or is this a new idea? You know crazying me to death?"

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Deadpool.

"Yes I am Captain America, and you're Deadpool. A known Canadian Terrorist. Is this NAR the name of the organization that you're part of this time?" Cap asked. She knew she'd need this open space to take Deadpool. She would win this time like she always did. She was Captain fucking America after all.

"Now are we going to keep playing these headgames or is this a new idea? You know crazying me to death?"

"Actually Captain. I'm Codename: Deadpool. I'm not a terrorist, I'm Major Wade Wilson, of the North American Republic armed forces. I know you, you're balding, hitting 80, and arthritis makes it so you can barely lift that shield. Your name is Steve, You're a terrible diplomat, And I outrank you."

Wade casually reached into a pocket and tossed a piece of leather at her, even if she cut it the badge would land next to her. It was Military I.D. Nigh unforgable, for Black Ops stating Major Wade Wilson.

"As for this place I don't know where it is, but it isn't home. Some guy in a bad suit with a used car salesman grin sent me here to get a squad. i'm assuming you're part of it. So fall in."

 

[Wyldfire]

"Actually Captain. I'm Codename: Deadpool. I'm not a terrorist, I'm Major Wade Wilson, of the North American Republic armed forces. I know you, you're balding, hitting 80, and arthritis makes it so you can barely lift that shield. Your name is Steve, You're a terrible diplomat, And I outrank you."

Wade casually reached into a pocket and tossed a piece of leather at her, even if she cut it the badge would land next to her. It was Military I.D. Nigh unforgable, for Black Ops stating Major Wade Wilson.

"As for this place I don't know where it is, but it isn't home. Some guy in a bad suit with a used car salesman grin sent me here to get a squad. i'm assuming you're part of it. So fall in."

"Well isn't that damned precious. You're a Major huh? a squad? You want me to believe that shit? But I'll make you a deal. Show me this guy in a bad suit and I'll stop taking off pieces of you."

The problem was what Deadpool was saying felt right. Jill hated being out of the loop. How could she do her job if she didn't know who was on who's side? So for the moment she'd let Deadpool live and see how this plays out.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Well isn't that damned precious. You're a Major huh? a squad? You want me to believe that shit? But I'll make you a deal. Show me this guy in a bad suit and I'll stop taking off pieces of you."

The problem was what Deadpool was saying felt right. Jill hated being out of the loop. How could she do her job if she didn't know who was on who's side? So for the moment she'd let Deadpool live and see how this plays out.

Well that was Cap alright. No nonsense, quick, to the point. However he'd never thought how the old man would look as a woman. Was an intriguing thing to say the least. he took a quick once over of her and had to admit someone did a rocking job on her costume. How chainmail fit like that he'd never know.

Deadpool dropped the hood. "Alright Steve. I'm Wade and I'll take ya wherever anything really seems to go. Gut I gotta tell you so far all I see is grass and flat ground, this place is like Saskatchewan without canola. You could watch your dog run away from home for three days here."

He dropped into a steady march, just habit really, as he walked up while holstering his sidearm. he knelt to pick up his ID as he passed. He also took a look at her ass while he was down there. Seriously amazing costume designer. He got up and offered a hand, not the one she cut off as truce. "Something tells me we're gonna see a lot of each other. Guy mentioned correcting a lot of mistakes on other worlds I assume you're part of the squad to help me do that. I'll tell you on the way."

 

[AngieS]

Frostbite

Perspective, that's not something Bobbi is used to having and now she has it in spades. The wind pulled at her hair as she plummeted from an impossible height. The vantage this afforded her was breathtaking, and she loved every minute of it.

The stillness of the pastoral landscape beneath her reminded Bobbi of the paintings she used to love so long ago. 'Monet... Manet... I think that was it...' she mused as she fell to earth. She sighed once, longingly and whisitfully the she tossed her head and cleared it of the uncharacteristically girlish thoughts that were plaguing her. As the ground neared she sneered arrogantly as she closed her eyes and let her true self free.

Frostbite smiled her thin, harsh smile as the wind around her took on a crisp cold snap. "Good," she hissed and the sent out a casual thought. Snowflakes formed and fell with her. melting before they drifted down to the grass. A mental twist turned the new water into a high reaching corkscrew of a slide, perfectly positioned to catch her. As she alighted upon it's lip, she heard a wet splat! that she tried to place as she louged down and around and around.

The gut wrenching speeds of Frostbite's every twist and turn gave her an interesting view of Cap and DP's martial exchange. She thought recognized them both, for at one time or another they'd both had a harsh hand in her training or at least her world's dopplegangers of them had. Her harsh smile turned malevolent as she watched them come to an accord. "Fun's just beginning. Cool, I didn't miss the main event," she mused softly to herself.

The sunshine shimmered through Frostbite's nude ice sculpture of a body. She slid towards her mentor/tormentors laughing a husky rolling laugh to announce her presence. "Now the fun can truly begin. Can't have a party without any ice. can yah?" she quips as she makes a little run off her ice slide onto terra firma for the first time.

 

[BrainsoverBrawn]

The bright flash of light had dropped archangel mid-flight and for the first time in a long time he was falling. He easily swerved to the right to let is wingspan out and was able to land on his feet.

"Looks like the bonus round." he said seeing the figures in the distance. He didn't know where the X-geeks he was fighting were but these people might. He took flight, leting the wind ripple across the tatters of his shirt. "That clawed guy must have really done some damage" he thought as he landed

"Hello folks. What's up?"

 

[Wyldfire]

Two more had just shown up. From the looks of it one was the Angel and the other was probably her world's Iceman. That made four of them. How many more would there be?

These were only a few of the questions running through Jill Daniels' head at the moment. But the first and foremost was one she was about to voice. "Hey Deadpool, I get that we're supposed to be fixing problems and all but I'd like to know what I'm getting out of this. I mean, are we supposed to be doing this for the "greater good" or some other shit?"

She looked at the two new comers. "Have either of you got anymore insight on this or are you as in the dark as we are?"

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Major Wade Wilson.

The sunshine shimmered through Frostbite's nude ice sculpture of a body. She slid towards her mentor/tormentors laughing a husky rolling laugh to announce her presence. "Now the fun can truly begin. Can't have a party without any ice. can yah?" she quips as she makes a little run off her ice slide onto terra firma for the first time.

It didn't take long to adjust to the glare but Wade was pretty sure that a walking nude Ice scuplture just walked up to him. "Well miss at all my parties the ice is either chipped or crushed. But you look a little too pretty to make margarita out of." His voice stopped dead the gravel crunch fading as his hand pulled a gun far too fast for most people to see and had it pointed back over his shoulder.

"Hello folks. What's up?"

"I used to shoot clay targets by the whistle you know." The gun went back to it's holster "But since Cap hasn't dropped you before me I can only assume you're not a threat." His head turned as he began to take off his shirt. His face looking slightly annoyed and stern, as he registered Angel from the Winged Recon unit in his home world. He had Hippy hair but he looked about the same as he has before basic. A rich boy but he didn't get to pick a squad. Besides what kind of jobs could he and Captain America not finish? Even without help.

Two more had just shown up. From the looks of it one was the Angel and the other was probably her world's Iceman. That made four of them. How many more would there be?

These were only a few of the questions running through Jill Daniels' head at the moment. But the first and foremost was one she was about to voice. "Hey Deadpool, I get that we're supposed to be fixing problems and all but I'd like to know what I'm getting out of this. I mean, are we supposed to be doing this for the "greater good" or some other shit?"

She looked at the two new comers. "Have either of you got anymore insight on this or are you as in the dark as we are?"

Wade tossed his shirt to the already nude ice-woman. And began to adjust and Sling his Holster to his hip.

"Alright squad. Now some of you probably have known me as deadpool in your world, and in mine that's my Codname. However most people know my Real name and outside the field I'll expect you to address me as Major Wilson, or simply Major. If this turns out to be a civvie outpost I can only assume you'll all be calling me Wade when this mask is off. Now since most of you came out of Holes in the sky like me I can only assume that a man in a bad suit with a dopey grin came and offered you the chance to save your world from some calamitous fate and at the same time yourself as well." Wade finished re-slinging his holster to his hip.

"That's what I know." He resumed walking coming closer to the ice-woman and standing behind her. "Oh and Missy much as your breasts look fabulous. Put the shirt on. Your glare will make it hard to draw proper lines of fire." Wade slapped her ass lightly, and then had to tear his fingerprints from her bottom. "You can be naked later." He kept walking.

 

[AngieS]

Frostbite cast an appraising eye over the long tressed flyboy as he made his descent. One of her delicate, snowy eyebrows rose a touch up as she bowed her head demurely, an incongruessly coy gesture for one whose charms are so brazenly on display. Under her breath she sings a tune as something wicked glitters in her downcast eyes.

As Wade approaches her barechested, Frostbite cocks her head to one side putting something of a question in her body language. "Deadpool... Major... Wade...." she muses trying on names for Deadpool even as he offers her his shirt. She giggles at his attempt to establish discipline and modesty. "Ah ha! Got it! 'May-gee-Poo'," she says wit a note of pride and finality in her voice.

Shifting her weight onto her back leg and smiling broadly, Frostbite boldly meets Deadpool's gaze. Her posture has a challenge in it., it eggs him on to put her in her place or make nothing ever of the new nickname. Then, after he swats her translucent tush, she OWs! playfully and raises arms and Deadpool's shirt high above her head. It slides over her body like a whisper across the curve of a lover's ear.

Unfotunately for Wade's purposes the garment froze hard then shattered with a sigh when it fell to rest upon Frostbite's shoulders. "Silly Majeepoo, like you didn't know that's why I go 'Skyclad' as the Hippy-Wiccys say," she says wagging her finger at Deadpool as the remains of his shirt falls like black and red snowflakes all around her.

 

[LadyAria]

Dazzler

Her eyes adjusted from the blinding light just in time to realize she was in a free fall. Her leather band covered arms flew out in front of her in reflex.

"HHHHHHHOOOLLLLLYYYYY FFFFFFFFFUUCCCCCK!!!"

The scream created enough energy for a counter blast. Unfortunately, in her inebriated state, she over corrected and sent herself bouncing across the dusty ground like a spikey little basketball. Her roll came to a stop that spread her out flat. The taste of blood filled her mouth. Sitting up, she spat out the blood seeing the odd assortment of characters standing a few feet from her. More damn mutants...she cursed under her breath. She dusted off her leather pants and checked her black sex pistols t-shirt for more holes. Nothing new. The back of her hand went up to her lip to apply pressure to the bleeding split.

"What do those bloody bastards want this time?" she scanned the crew with a scowl.

God, she wanted to get home or at least another bottle of Jack Daniels.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Major Wade Wilson.

As Wade approaches her barechested, Frostbite cocks her head to one side putting something of a question in her body language. "Deadpool... Major... Wade...." she muses trying on names for Deadpool even as he offers her his shirt. She giggles at his attempt to establish discipline and modesty. "Ah ha! Got it! 'May-gee-Poo'," she says wit a note of pride and finality in her voice.

Shifting her weight onto her back leg and smiling broadly, Frostbite boldly meets Deadpool's gaze. Her posture has a challenge in it., it eggs him on to put her in her place or make nothing ever of the new nickname. Then, after he swats her translucent tush, she OWs! playfully and raises arms and Deadpool's shirt high above her head. It slides over her body like a whisper across the curve of a lover's ear.

Unfotunately for Wade's purposes the garment froze hard then shattered with a sigh when it fell to rest upon Frostbite's shoulders. "Silly Majeepoo, like you didn't know that's why I go 'Skyclad' as the Hippy-Wiccys say," she says wagging her finger at Deadpool as the remains of his shirt falls like black and red snowflakes all around her.

His shirt shattered and he shook his head. He didn't see that happening. And Majeepoo. A new one. Seriously it was kind of cute. But slightly unacceptable. he was debating wether shooting or snapping off a nipple was the more acceptable course of discplinary action. More than likely as a living ice sculpture she'd regrow one, till...

"HHHHHHHOOOLLLLLYYYYY FFFFFFFFFUUCCCCCK!!!"

A strange spiky haired woman bounced to a stop.

Sitting up, she spat out the blood seeing the odd assortment of characters standing a few feet from her. She cursed under her breath. She dusted off her leather pants and checked her black sex pistols t-shirt for more holes. Nothing new. The back of her hand went up to her lip to apply pressure to the bleeding split.

"What do those bloody bastards want this time?" she scanned the crew with a scowl.

Still looking at The ice woman he smiled and mouthed a few words. "This is not finished."

Turning to the new arrival with slightly spread arms he moved closer grinning deply. "Likely we all want the same thing but for now i want you to get up Identify yourself and move over there with the winged man who may be angel and the icy person that I don't really know and hopefully once we're all in a group, we can go find this wizard of oz who'll tewll us why we're not in Kansas anymore." Wilson turned his back secure in the knowledge that anyone who did betray and kill him well he'd get up they'd see why it was bad policy to backstab regenerating people.

 

[LadyAria]

"Likely we all want the same thing but for now i want you to get up Identify yourself and move over there with the winged man who may be angel and the icy person that I don't really know and hopefully once we're all in a group, we can go find this wizard of oz who'll tewll us why we're not in Kansas anymore."

"Fuck I will," she snorted. "I was talking about them, not you Major tightass."

She pointed up to the sky. Those bastards were hiding out there somewhere playing God with her life. Her mood grew even darker from being barked at like she was in the military. Always hating authority figures, her resentment jumped up in her throat like a tart bile. Her head ached from the fall and from drying out. The blood on her lip scabbed over the wound making it tight in addition to stinging like murder. Fury overthrew her, she kicked the ground looking around her personal version of hell. Alternating between pulling her hair and punching the air, she screamed in a childlike tantrum.

"Enough of the damn bullshit. Don't want to be a part of a freak squad. I'm a bloody singer, not a soldier. I tried of all the blood. I want to go home. You hear me you fucking bastards. I just want to get home. I've done everything you've asked of me. Why won't you let me go? What did I do to deserve this. What the hell..."

Her fit was cut off when she looked at Angel. He looked at her like a pathetic luntic. Her assault on the air and her hair seized. Red faced and chest heaving, she stared at him like a ghost. Sweat dripped into her eyes mixing with tears. Wiping away the emotions, her face relaxed into dull pain. She looked back at him. Time had changed both of them. Did he even recognize her inside all this bitterness?

"Warren," she mumbled after righting herself.

Common sense set in mixed with fatigue, she decided being alone out here wasn't a good idea. Isolation was making her go even crazier. Snapping her head to the right, her neck cracked. The necklaces rolled up with her motion then settled down in muti-colored layers covering most of the skin. She looked around trying to remember any of the other faces. She vaguely remembered Bobbi. The spikes of hairgel itched, so she scratched at her scalp with her chewed-up nails.

Glancing back up at the sky, she frowned and then introduced herself to the noone in particular in the group.

"I'm Alison or Dazzler. World famous singer...well, in another bloody timeline...and an assassin mutant in another...a fucking drunk in all of them." Her face cracked a lopsided grin at her last comment. She stood shoulders back, one hand on her leather clad hip and her leg spread apart. Her eyes squinting from the sun. Flipping open a pack of malboros, she slipped one into her mouth and lit it. The lighter hand still shaking for the excitement. She took a deep drag, then exhaled slowly.

"Sorry 'bout that. Hey, bad fuckin' day. Atleast I ain't the only one."

 

[Wyldfire]

"Likely we all want the same thing but for now i want you to get up Identify yourself and move over there with the winged man who may be angel and the icy person that I don't really know and hopefully once we're all in a group, we can go find this wizard of oz who'll tewll us why we're not in Kansas anymore."

"Fuck I will," she snorted. "I was talking about them, not you Major tightass."

She pointed up to the sky. Those bastards were hiding out there somewhere playing God with her life. Her mood grew even darker from being barked at like she was in the military. Always hating authority figures, her resentment jumped up in her throat like a tart bile. Her head ached from the fall and from drying out. The blood on her lip scabbed over the wound making it tight in addition to stinging like murder. Fury overthrew her, she kicked the ground looking around her personal version of hell. Alternating between pulling her hair and punching the air, she screamed in a childlike tantrum.

"Enough of the damn bullshit. Don't want to be a part of a freak squad. I'm a bloody singer, not a soldier. I tried of all the blood. I want to go home. You hear me you fucking bastards. I just want to get home. I've done everything you've asked of me. Why won't you let me go? What did I do to deserve this. What the hell..."

Her fit was cut off when she looked at Angel. He looked at her like a pathetic luntic. Her assault on the air and her hair seized. Red faced and chest heaving, she stared at him like a ghost. Sweat dripped into her eyes mixing with tears. Wiping away the emotions, her face relaxed into dull pain. She looked back at him. Time had changed both of them. Did he even recognize her inside all this bitterness?

"Warren," she mumbled after righting herself.

Common sense set in mixed with fatigue, she decided being alone out here wasn't a good idea. Isolation was making her go even crazier. Snapping her head to the right, her neck cracked. The necklaces rolled up with her motion then settled down in muti-colored layers covering most of the skin. She looked around trying to remember any of the other faces. She vaguely remembered Bobbi. The spikes of hairgel itched, so she scratched at her scalp with her chewed-up nails.

Glancing back up at the sky, she frowned and then introduced herself to the noone in particular in the group.

"I'm Alison or Dazzler. World famous singer...well, in another bloody timeline...and an assassin mutant in another...a fucking drunk in all of them." Her face cracked a lopsided grin at her last comment. She stood shoulders back, one hand on her leather clad hip and her leg spread apart. Her eyes squinting from the sun. Flipping open a pack of malboros, she slipped one into her mouth and lit it. The lighter hand still shaking for the excitement. She took a deep drag, then exhaled slowly.

"Sorry 'bout that. Hey, bad fuckin' day. Atleast I ain't the only one."

As the Metal chick pulled a smoke and lit it Cap leaneed over and snatched it from her lips and set it in her own mouth as at the same time one of her hands went into the Red and white striped waist cincher and pulled out a flask and flipped it to the Spiked haired girl. "There trade you. A flask of Jack Daniels," a full beauty queen smile crossed Cap's face at that little inside joke, in exchange for an occasional smoke until we can get smokes whereever we're going. Name's Captain America by the way, or just Jill if you want."

 

[BrainsoverBrawn]

One the best things about Warren was the fact that his drugs hadn't really messed with his tactical mind. He knew that the best thing to do would be to keep his mouth shut unless they asked him a question. For now, that is.

"I don't know about all of you, But my name is Warren." he looked around at this rag-tag group and said the first thing that popped into his head. "Anyone got some drugs?"

 

[Wyldfire]

One the best things about Warren was the fact that his drugs hadn't really messed with his tactical mind. He knew that the best thing to do would be to keep his mouth shut unless they asked him a question. For now, that is.

"I don't know about all of you, But my name is Warren." he looked around at this rag-tag group and said the first thing that popped into his head. "Anyone got some drugs?"

The winged guy asked for drugs. Cap would have offered him a hit of her "Turbo". But the fact that she didn't know how long this would take for them to get to go home and she only had the standard four doses, in their autoinjectors in the straps of her small disk holders. That and the fact that she was quite sure the kind of drugs he wanted were more for the numbing effect. That could be very good after a stressful assignment, but then too so could sex. So no drugs from Cap. Turbo was one of the side projects to come out of the Super Soldier program. It was like an expendable does of the original formula. It lasted for and two hours and then it was gone. For a normal they could use Turbo, but it was very addictive for norms and it also tended to be fatal to them as well. To Cap, it was it's namesake. Turbo. If she used the stuff it would enhance her already impressive powers while at the same time lower her inhibitors to violence and the amplification of the body's natural aggressors. For two hours she was Cap plus when she used it. She knew no remorse or regrets on the Turbo.

"Sorry guy, drugs I don't have on me." Was her reply.

 

[LadyAria]

"There trade you. A flask of Jack Daniels in exchange for an occasional smoke until we can get smokes whereever we're going. Name's Captain America by the way, or just Jill if you want."

Ali's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Her mouth watered as she tore at the lid. The flask would be the holy grail to get her through this hell. Once she popped that bitch open, she was sucking it down like a dying woman with the cure at the bottom. Pace yourself, she thought realizing the next drink may be far off. Painfully far off, her insides quivered as the liquid scorched her sour stomach.

"Fuck yea," she smiled holding her hand up in a devil salute. "Rock 'n Roll."

"I don't know about all of you, But my name is Warren." he looked around at this rag-tag group and said the first thing that popped into his head. "Anyone got some drugs?"

Maybe this wasn't the Angel from her timeline. That could be good and bad. Frowning, she patted down her pockets until she felt something in the back right one. She pulled out a small vial of powder that sparkled in the light. She tossed it over to Angel shaking her head.

"Fairydust," she smiled. "Pure grade."

Buying time between drinks, she pulled out another cigarette and lit up again. Then, she couldn't help but watch the light reflect off the naked popsicle. It was beautiful like a prism with a thousand colors. She winked at her when she was caught staring. It should be a sin to be that beautiful. Awkwardly, she rubbed the back of her head with her free hand self-conscious around a bunch of beauty queens. She decided to take just one more drink out of the flask.

 

[BrainsoverBrawn]

Angel grabbed the vial and smiled "Thanks. I better just save this till..." his smile faded and he looked at one of his wings then said in a darker tone "later."

As he looked at the others a thought dawned on him. He turned to the rocker girl who had given him the vial and said "How did you know my name before I told you?"

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Fuck I will," she snorted. "I was talking about them, not you Major tightass."

"Enough of the damn bullshit. Don't want to be a part of a freak squad. I'm a bloody singer, not a soldier. I tried of all the blood. I want to go home. You hear me you fucking bastards. I just want to get home. I've done everything you've asked of me. Why won't you let me go? What did I do to deserve this. What the hell..."

"I'm Alison or Dazzler. World famous singer...well, in another bloody timeline...and an assassin mutant in another...a fucking drunk in all of them."

"Sorry 'bout that. Hey, bad fuckin' day. Atleast I ain't the only one."

"There trade you. A flask of Jack Daniels," a full beauty queen smile crossed Cap's face at that little inside joke, "in exchange for an occasional smoke until we can get smokes whereever we're going. Name's Captain America by the way, or just Jill if you want."

Wilson looked over the chumminess of his squad. god the next person to drop from nowhere was getting a bullet in the shoulder. He hoped he wasn't supposed to maintain ranks and order in this. That was more of an exercise in futility than convincing Colonel Creed to cook his meat.

He kept marching hopefully they'd follow, at the very least Captain... Jill would come along. Jill? was there a Jackie as well? Wade refrained from shaking his head and waved a hand to beckon them to follow. He guessed for amoment he'd be Majeepoo, there were worse names and he'd get even soon enough.

"I don't know about all of you, But my name is Warren." "Anyone got some drugs?"

He finally shook his head. Just what he needed an addict. Raching into a pouch he threw him a bottle of Aspirin.

"Work with that and nothing on missions." Wade walked away from the group looking for that bastard in the suit. He'd plug him good for this.

 

[LadyAria]

"Thanks. I better just save this till..." his smile faded and he looked at one of his wings then said in a darker tone "later."

"How did you know my name before I told you?"

Ali exhaled the smoke trying to think how to say it in a way he'd believe it. Back when I was young and you were stupid, we were crazy about each other. Fucking puppy love. She turned her eyes back to the Major who was trying to get some order to the misfit club. She almost felt sorry for the tightwad.

"We...a version of you and me...in another time...we were friends. Well, more then friends," she coughed careful to not meet his eyes. "But that ain't you or this you."

She watched the aspirin fly through the air. Nice Mr. Cleaver, she thought. I guess everyone better step in line before he blew a gasket. Too bad for him she was an anarchist. However, he may know where he is going. Fuck it was hot out here. She started walking his direction.

"Is this the way to the fucking wizard, sir?" she called out with a laugh. She gave him a salute with the cigarette still in hand.

 

[BrainsoverBrawn]

Angel grabbed the asprin and took a couple of them. he started walking in the same derection as the others yet his mind drifted onto a diffrent subject. He flapped his wings once and took off into the air.

"Hey. Need a birds eye view?" he asked as the drugs started to take a little effect. He waited a second the circled about 15 feet overhead of them.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"We...a version of you and me...in another time...we were friends. Well, more then friends," she coughed careful to not meet his eyes. "But that ain't you or this you."

"Is this the way to the fucking wizard, sir?" she called out with a laugh. She gave him a salute with the cigarette still in hand.

There was something between troops. Well that was something useful for him to use. Could always threaten to carve a wing off her birdy if she acted up. thouhg that would impair his use as a scout. She was smoking. Wade rarely smoked. what use was there? But still he did admit to the occasional vice that way. She gave a salute and the smoke did a check mark in the air. Cute.

Angel grabbed the asprin and took a couple of them. he started walking in the same derection as the others yet his mind drifted onto a diffrent subject. He flapped his wings once and took off into the air.

"Hey. Need a birds eye view?" he asked as the drugs started to take a little effect. He waited a second the circled about 15 feet overhead of them.

It was always useful and maybe the aspirin would get him functional. Wade was about to say someone in the air would be better able to see anyone coming, but Birdie flew up on his own. Hey at least it was initiative? Right?
he turned the tobacco smoke in the air working through his lungs. the drug, immediately making him want one.

"I hope so, though I don't see an emerald city anywhere near here." He rummaged through the remaining pouches of his belt for a Lucky Strike. It was compulsive he knew but he needed his brand. "Wait up. You got a light Killer?"