Weapon X: Saddling Up.

[chronicle_tenko]

Wade.

"I want to test the local Law Enforcement capabilities Deadpool. I really want to know how they can handle us," Cap said, "As well as getting some medical attention for those that need it."

"You do that," Wade took a quick stock of the injured Dazzler, "and get her face prettied up again. We take care of our own." He wandered sifting about for other equipment he knew he'd need. And there it was, in a black garbage bag saying Wade. His suit a spare set of clothes the rest of his arms, and of course, a bodybag. "Old memories huh?"

He looked about one last time. Alright someone needs to grab us funding, and I trust Cap to test law enforcement. I'm going to find us a place to stay where we won't be monitored."

Wade began leaving, then turned to look one more time. "And try not to get caught, I realise some of you just got high or buzzed but please try to be professional ok?"

 

[Wyldfire]

"You do that," Wade took a quick stock of the injured Dazzler, "and get her face prettied up again. We take care of our own." He wandered sifting about for other equipment he knew he'd need. And there it was, in a black garbage bag saying Wade. His suit a spare set of clothes the rest of his arms, and of course, a bodybag. "Old memories huh?"

He looked about one last time. Alright someone needs to grab us funding, and I trust Cap to test law enforcement. I'm going to find us a place to stay where we won't be monitored."

Wade began leaving, then turned to look one more time. "And try not to get caught, I realise some of you just got high or buzzed but please try to be professional ok?"

"Umm, Wade? Am I supposed to just walk her in there as I am? Or am I supposed to go shopping for clothes first?" Cap asked, "There are limits to what this costume of mine can do. Civvies aren't one of them."

The truth was that she knew she could get clothes if she really wanted to but being a medic and stretcher bearer wasn't in her job description. If you wanted heads busted she was your girl, but if you wanted compassion and bedside manner she was the wrong choice.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Umm, Wade? Am I supposed to just walk her in there as I am? Or am I supposed to go shopping for clothes first?" Cap asked, "There are limits to what this costume of mine can do. Civvies aren't one of them."

The truth was that she knew she could get clothes if she really wanted to but being a medic and stretcher bearer wasn't in her job description. If you wanted heads busted she was your girl, but if you wanted compassion and bedside manner she was the wrong choice.

"And I'm any better right now?" Wilson looked at his bare chest the four thick knives strapped to his left thigh, and the ammo and equipment belt he still had. The bowie going down his left thigh didn't look any better. He thought a moment, he was wet works. He could probably stitch the girl up, but after that what could he do? he looked her over, other than the broken nose she really didn't have a lot wrong with her. Well at least from cursory inspection.

"Alright Soldier if you can walk I'll find you a patcher. Someone here will have something to fix you up in, But you can't go to war like that." Somewhere deep in his head there was the half thought of caring about her in some way that wasn't a soldier. Caring as if she were another fellow human being, a living creature so frail and beautiful and fragile. That little voice was being shouted down by the better instincts, suggesting hiding spots for her body, explanations, and reasons for her murder, and the pros and cons of it.

Wade however dismissed it, first and foremost he was Major Wilson, and the members of his squad had a job to do. She'd get patched even if he had to drag her ass to one of the hospitals here. Much as he'd hate that. no he'd call someone who knew where things were and get them to do it. After he found them a place to stay. But for now. They'd try it the covert way.

"Alright Alison, this is gonna hurt like a bitch." He reached out through his first aid pouch, the smallest one. It only contained a few things. Gauze if he happened to dip his hands in acid, Iodine, an Epi pen that'd burst his heart, six packs of Super Lax, and enough Morphine to give an elephant a renal failure. And tape. He actually carried several rolls on him, it was always useful stuff. "I'm gonna reset the bone if it needs it and I'm basically gonna pour half this bottle of Iodine down your face and then tape it. The rest goes down your arms. I have a tourist shirt in the bag. I'll steal more civvies if I have to."

Wade turned about to Jill. "Do you carry anything else on you America? If not get the Black T out of my bag and give it to me, We'll use the white one for Strips." He looked around once more. "And where's our bird."

(OOC: Wm it's been about two weeks since our Angel or Frostbite posted. And I'm thinking we might want to re-open casting for them unless this job is gonna be done with 3.)

 

[Wyldfire]

"And I'm any better right now?" Wilson looked at his bare chest the four thick knives strapped to his left thigh, and the ammo and equipment belt he still had. The bowie going down his left thigh didn't look any better. He thought a moment, he was wet works. He could probably stitch the girl up, but after that what could he do? he looked her over, other than the broken nose she really didn't have alot wrong with her. Well at least from cursory inspection.

"Alright Soldier if you can walk I'll find you a patcher. Someone here will have something to fix you up in, But you can't go to war like that." Somewhere deep in his head there was the half thoguht of caring about her in some way that wasn't a soldier. Caring as if she were another fellow muan being, a living creature so frail and beautiful and fragile. That little voice was being shouted down by the better instincts, suggesting hiding spots for her body, explanations, and reasons for her murder, and the pros and cons of it.

Wade however dismissed it, first and foremost he was Major Wilson, and the members of his squad had a job to do. She'd get patched even if he had to drag her ass to one of the hospitals here. Much as he'd hate that. no he'd call someone who knew where things were and get them to do it. After he found them a place to stay. But for now. They'd try it the covert way.

"Alright Alison, this is gonna hurt like a bitch." He reached out through his first aid pouch, the smallest one. It only contained a few things. Gauze if he happened to dip his hands in acid, Iodine, an Epi pen that'd burst his heart, six packs of Super Lax, and enough Morphine to give an elephant a renal failure. And tape. He actually carried several rolls on him, it was always useful stuff. "I'm gonna reset the bone if it needs it and I'm basically gonna pour half this bottle of Iodine down your face and then tape it. The rest goes down your arms. I have a tourist shirt in the bag. I'll steal more civvies if I have to."

Wade turned about to Jill. "Do you carry anything else on you America? If not get the Black T out of my bag and give it to me, We'll use the white one for Strips." He looked around once more. "And where's our bird."

(OOC: Wm it's been about two weeks since our Angel or Frostbite posted. And I'm thinking we might want to re-open casting for them unless this job is gonna be done with 3.)

Jill thought about Wade's question. "I think I may have some basics. In most cases this costume takes care of my injuries at least as a stop gap for more intensive care." She began to fish through the small pouches that were hidden in her waist cincher. She pulled out some gauze, tape, and a small amount of what seemed to be chicken wire. "This should work for a splint I think." she said tossing the wire to Wade. After the wire went the gauze and tape.

"Try cutting a small piece of the wire for a nose brace too. I'd prefer to not have to look at her with that mess of a nose. She's too pretty to be scarred like that."

With that Cap started to head for the nearest access to the surface. A sudden thought hit her. "If we're in a New York sewer keep an eye out for Morlocks. They might be able to give us some intel if you run into any."

 

[Wyldfire]

Cap gave one last wave as she exited the sewers to the city above.

A short time later Jill found herself behind her shield cursing like a sailor "God damnit it this is fucking rediculous."

Two more blasts hit her shield hard sliding her back closer to the wall behind her. This was going badly. How was she to know that with Magnofuck in office that the rest of the Metahuman community would find "normal" jobs without the spandex to identify them?

Over the blasts she could hear a voice. "This is officer Summers, requesting back up. Lee and Drake are down. Storm and I are over our heads here. No sir, you won't miss this perp. She's dressed like Captain America, the disrespectful witch."

Peeking from around her shield she could see the blonde cop holding a radio in one hand and pointing the other hand at her with his energy building for another one of those blasts. The other cop was wreathed in flames and airborne. That had to be the Storm he was talking about. That was the biggest threat to her at the moment. Cops weren't supposed to errupt into flames and take to the sky. Bad cop, no doughnut.

The other two cops had been easy. They walked into the bank like normal cops and one had fallen to her smaller disks. The woman had fallen hard. the bruise forming on her forehead implied a lot of damage inside the Brain bucket. The other cop's head lay several feet from his body. She hadn't meant to decapitate him but she'd freaked when he'd started forming ice around his body. Then the back up had come in. She'd taken the fight outside quick knowing she needed room for these two.

 

[Wyldfire]

Cap gave one last wave as she exited the sewers to the city above.

A short time later Jill found herself behind her shield cursing like a sailor "God damnit it this is fucking rediculous."

Two more blasts hit her shield hard sliding her back closer to the wall behind her. This was going badly. How was she to know that with Magnofuck in office that the rest of the Metahuman community would find "normal" jobs without the spandex to identify them?

Over the blasts she could hear a voice. "This is officer Summers, requesting back up. Lee and Drake are down. Storm and I are over our heads here. No sir, you won't miss this perp. She's dressed like Captain America, the disrespectful witch."

Peeking from around her shield she could see the blonde cop holding a radio in one hand and pointing the other hand at her with his energy building for another one of those blasts. The other cop was wreathed in flames and airborne. That had to be the Storm he was talking about. That was the biggest threat to her at the moment. Cops weren't supposed to errupt into flames and take to the sky. Bad cop, no doughnut.

The other two cops had been easy. They walked into the bank like normal cops and one had fallen to her smaller disks. The woman had fallen hard. the bruise forming on her forehead implied a lot of damage inside the Brain bucket. The other cop's head lay several feet from his body. She hadn't meant to decapitate him but she'd freaked when he'd started forming ice around his body. Then the back up had come in. She'd taken the fight outside quick knowing she needed room for these two.

Enough of this shit. She was pissed now. The Torch hit her in the midsection. It had hurt. Hurt bad. The costume repaired itself and had taken the majority of the damage but that was besides the point.

Dodging the other ass' optic blast she almost had them in position. All it was going to take was putting herself where she wanted Summers to be. And that was going to mean she was going to have to take another hit. Bracing herself for it as she got there he fired on her as predictable as time. As he fired she threw the shield with everything she had. The blast hit her and she flew skidding to a halt against a building.

The throws direction had caught the Torch by surprise. He'd had no time to dodge. The blades of the shield ripped through his guts and severed his spine. The two halves fell to the ground as the shield richochetted of two walls and hit Summers in the back embedding itself deep. The surprised look on his face told the whole story.

Cap pulled herself to her feet and walked over to the body of officer Summers pulling her shield from the body when she got there. Then as she started to walk away she had a thought. This could get amusing. She turned back to the lifeless body of Scott Summers and removed the visor over his eyes before she bolted off into the allyways.

Once a safe distance away she pulled out her Comm unit and key it active. "Okay people, be careful about the local police. Repeat be careful of the cops. I just learned an important bit of news. NYPD is manned by this world's metas. Plain cop uniforms."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Okay people, be careful about the local police. Repeat be careful of the cops. I just learned an important bit of news. NYPD is manned by this world's metas. Plain cop uniforms."

Wade had been making a Splint for the last little while. He still wasn't sure if that was how her nose was supposed to look, but he guessed it'd have to do. It was straight anyway.

"I think that'll be good. Stay here and I'll return with some money buy a hotel and I'll get you a doctor. or something. We're gonna need every hand for this one, despite what miss america says, Mags will not go easy. And I don't know where our other two people went. Something mus have been lost in translation."

Wade got up having bandaged her arms and face. She looked terrible and his shirt was some three sizes too large but she wouldn't attract attention beyond being an injured woman. He carried her up the sewer to a back alley, having to leave her there momentarily with his guns.

"I'll be back soon. Shoot anyone comes too close."

Once outside he changed, keeping only a knife with him. Thankfully it was warm so walking about in just some levi's didn't atract too much attention. All he had to do was find a good target. it didn't take long, they really were in New York. Why not Washington? Did the capital move? God he hoped he got to kill the Spider-Man. Very little would be sweeter than that. But for now he'd settle for a stockbroker with a fat wallet. It didn't take long really. Bald was in style and moments later he was dressed in a pressed armani suit, it was a litle tight around the chest but the credit cards that went with it weren't so bad. A little tight around the chest maybe but who cared.

"I hope you don't mind a little acting I'm gonna book us a room." He carried Ali to a hotel, wasn't much. She already smelled of booze, and he tossed way too much cash on the counter for a disturbance. Once in the room he let her sit on the bed, He messaged an address to Cap along with a moving fast order. Finally he turned to show something almost like a concern for the injured woman on the bed.

"Will you be ok here? While I go and get us a more secure base and a doctor?"

 

[Wyldfire]

Once in the room he let her sit on the bed, He messaged an address to Cap along with a moving fast order.

Great. Deadpool was telling her to hurry. Like finding the right clothes could be done quickly? Luckily a place she frequented for disposable disguises existed here on this world. It was a shame she had had to kill the young guy running the shop. Dumbass shouldn't have made the comment that doing a strip routine as Captain America was tacky. Granted this was a shop that catered to the profession but Jill hated being reminded of her past.

Picking and trying on clothes quickly she settled on one and also managed to find an old bag in the back to hide her Cap gear. Dropping the smaller disks into the purse she'd grabbed she left the store and began her trip to the address Wade had given her.

{OOC}See attachment if you want to see what she picked.

 

[LadyAria]

"Will you be ok here? While I go and get us a more secure base and a doctor?"

"I'm good," she murmured. "Thanks."

She looked at the clock and tried to determine how long Jill had been gone. The numbers were blurry - too much pain medication. However, it was better then the throbbing pain. Touching the communicator in her pocket, she ran her finger over the outline of the device. Godspeed, she hoped that girl was alright. A crackling sound came as an answer to her silent prayer.

"Okay people, be careful about the local police. Repeat be careful of the cops. I just learned an important bit of news. NYPD is manned by this world's metas. Plain cop uniforms."

"You hear that Major?" she asked looking up at him as he headed for the door. "Watch out for the cops. I'll use the hotel internet. See if I can learn anything useful while I come down from the meds. Few hours, I'll be good to go. All hands on deck, right?"

She flipped on the television and pulled out the keyboard from the entertainment center. Now, what did they need to know they didn't already?

 

[Wyldfire]

Jill had finished the arduous job of quickly getting to the hotel while still making it an indirect route. She went to the room number, showing a great deal of restraint to not kill the guy at the front desk with the way he had leered at her when she passed him.

Getting to the room's door she entered the room seeing Alison working at the computer and no Wade in sight. "So girl, what have we got out there? Or are you checking out this world's porn?" Grinning as she said this she flopped onto one of the beds.

 

[LadyAria]

Alison turned her head when she heard the springs creak as Jill sat down. Jill's leather attire stretched over her curves like a second skin. The line of her long legs pulled the eyes upward to the tiny waist and full, round breasts. The jiggle of which was hypnotic. The leather coat did nothing to distract from the body underneath. It was more a showcase then a cover. Trying not to stare, she forced her eyes to Jill's face when she spoke. Her hand, a nervous habit, went to scratch at her spikes. Wade's over-sized shirt and what was left of her holey tube sock pulled to the knees made her feel silly perched on the blue flowered bedspread across from the leather beauty.

"So girl, what have we got out there? Or are you checking out this world's porn?"

"Ha, yes, don't I wish," she said as a grin pulled at the right side of her mouth. "I was trying to be useful."

She thought about complimenting the outfit, but wasn’t sure how the Captain would take it. Instead, she leaned to the side of the bed and picked up the hotel letterhead she'd covered in scribbles. Wiping her hand across her forehead, she smeared a little bit of blue ink.

"Ok, let's see,” she said scanning the paper. “Looks like our favorite mutant metal-head is coming to New York to propose a unified global model for government before the U.N.. Talk about being King of the world, right? Genosha and Atlantis oppose it. King Namor and President Summers both are very vocal about not letting Magneto have the honor. I’m not sure about the impact though. Every news channel seems to have different take and the people like the idea of one rule. Um, what else…oh, yeah, the Avengers have almost put an end to the aggressions in the Middle East. They’ve had political and civil unrest there for centuries from what I’ve read.” She handed the paper of notes to Jill, then leaned back on the bed stretching. “Mmm, two other things we may want to keep in mind. Seems it is illegal for Meta humans to engage in any non-sanctioned activities. The penalty is death. Also, a law is up for debate that would prohibit meta humans from congregating in any group larger than five. I guess only the cops get that privilege.”

Thinking about what she just said, she slipped an arm behind her head and stared up at the ceiling. A fan made shadows roll across the white expanse. The air softly hit her face. She glanced back down at Jill whose brow furrowed as she read. Alison studied the perfect profile of her face. She wondered for the first time who this woman was. What was her story and did she feel the same way Ali did about being at someone else's mercy.

“So, what do you think?”

Ali wet her bottom lip with tongue. Her oral fixation was kicking in - a sign she was feeling better. A cigarette appeared between her fingers which she lit quickly. The smoke wafted up into the air.

 

[Wyldfire]

"Ok, let's see,” she said scanning the paper. “Looks like our favorite mutant metal-head is coming to New York to propose a unified global model for government before the U.N.. Talk about being King of the world, right? Genosha and Atlantis oppose it. King Namor and President Summers both are very vocal about not letting Magneto have the honor. I’m not sure about the impact though. Every news channel seems to have different take and the people like the idea of one rule. Um, what else…oh, yeah, the Avengers have almost put an end to the aggressions in the Middle East. They’ve had political and civil unrest there for centuries from what I’ve read.” She handed the paper of notes to Jill, then leaned back on the bed stretching. “Mmm, two other things we may want to keep in mind. Seems it is illegal for Meta humans to engage in any non-sanctioned activities. The penalty is death. Also, a law is up for debate that would prohibit meta humans from congregating in any group larger than five. I guess only the cops get that privilege.”

Thinking about what she just said, she slipped an arm behind her head and stared up at the ceiling. A fan made shadows roll across the white expanse. The air softly hit her face. She glanced back down at Jill whose brow furrowed as she read. Alison studied the perfect profile of her face. She wondered for the first time who this woman was. What was her story and did she feel the same way Ali did about being at someone else's mercy.

“So, what do you think?”

Ali wet her bottom lip with tongue. Her oral fixation was kicking in - a sign she was feeling better. A cigarette appeared between her fingers which she lit quickly. The smoke wafted up into the air.

"So magnofuck's a benevolent dictator and the sheep of the common poulace are accepting him." Jill said as she allowed herself to fall back into a laying position. "He'll be here in Nem York soon and the biggest bunch of his flunkies are out of town. It'll make this easier when we make our move. Subbie and the other Summers might make for a place to ditch to if the run goes south."

She sighed. Business as usual for her since she started working for her government. Just another run. But at least the runs were better than the stripping she'd done before being grabbed for the super soldier program. They were even better than the tricks she'd turned. Those days were so far behind her and she was glad she'd never go back.

After the military had found her as a potential candidate and drafted her they put her into intensive training and educating her in the ways of combat. By the time they put her in the Rebirth chamber she was as good of a soldier and killer as her crack and abuse ridden body could make her. The chamber had nearly killed her. But she was the only of the last group of subjects to survive the process and stay reletively sane. Then as a reward they gave her an unlimited spending account to fix the damage her life and the chamber had done to her. Now she was the beauty that everyone always expected Captain America to be.

The leather outfit she wore reminded her of her costume she wore as The Patriot. It had been a pale immitation of the original Captain's outfit. Her smaller disks were all that was left of The Patriot. Her big break had come after Stephanie Rogers had refused that kill order. They hadn't even given her the dignity of allowing her to die as Captain America. They'd executed her as a nameless traitor. Jill had jumped at the offer to be the next Captain. After she'd been given the mantle she'd worked overtime to be worthy of it.

Alison's smoke smelled good. Jill reached into a pocket and pulled her pack out and lit it. "So, has there been any word from Wade since he rushed me in my clothes shopping?"

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Wade

Walking out of the hotel with a calm breezy step, Wade gave easy fake smiles to fake people, and a simple tilt of his head to the front desk clerk. He actually smiled at the doorman, an elderly gentleman with an air of military about him, now reduced to this, holding open a door. If Wade still believed in it, he might have saluted but he walked on by, the upturned corners of his lips the only thing he showed. His pace leveled when he hit outside, one slab per step, always an exact one meter between strides. The borrowed suit coat billowed behind him as he moved a little faster than he should.

His eyes took in the city around him. It was so different, and so clean. That was an oddity, New York, New York a clean place. No litter, no smell of stale piss from a million corners, well lit and no hookers. It was strange; he couldn't even find cigarette butts along the sidewalk, a curious thought and his hands became steady as he put a cigarette into his mouth. The wooden match flickering on the lucky strike as he took two precise and measured puffs to light it filling his lungs with nicotine an tar. His exhalation of smoke curiously alone when he blew it out; the only pollution in the air that night. He brought the cigarette to his mouth again and was tapped on the shoulder.

"There is no smoking allowed in public comrade." Wilson was turning and going for the Zirconium Dioxide, Black Bowie in his coat when he saw it wouldn't do a damn thing. The cop was steel coated. Completely. Even his eyes. "I will take you to one of the designated areas inside the city." Designated areas? For smoking, since when was outside a no smoking zone. "Thanks officer I must have just forgotten. I'm traveling here for business, and I simply forgot I wasn't in the hotel anymore."

Russian by that thick creamed Borsht accent, bubbling over that overly square steel jaw, but here in the U.S.of A. actually this was fortunate, not only would killing him be a spot of Nostalgia for the captain from what she said, but this was one person who'd probably know where to get a good vodka in the city. "Hey officer, I'm just noting the accent would you know where a man gets a good vodka in this city?" How did eyebrows coat themselves in steel like that, they looked ridiculous perched in his high forehead silver on silver, an impossible difference compared to his thick black hair peeking out from the cap. Wilson was fidgeting almost, the cigarette in his hand long pinched and rolled to nothing but shreds of paper and tobacco now. A simple gesture to drop the waste in a trash bin caught him a small smile from the large cop, and an offered cigarette outside of Nikolas' was received with a warm tip of his hat and a shake of his head. "Dosvedanya sir." "Dosvedanya officer."

As the larger russian walked out of sight back on his patrol no likely Wade looked at the handcuffs he'd taken from the cop. Short chain and these things didn't look breakable in the slightest. Good cuffs. Another thing to pocket. He patted them in the coat, a comforting weight as he walked inside. Nikolas' was quiet, played low ambience, and had the slightest touch of what seemed a criminal element. It was like home. A comfort, thick smoke of all types and the deathly sense of dangerous people. He suppressed a mad grin, this is a place he really did belong on this world, and it had old friends.

In Wade's world he knew a lawyer for his military squad, blind lawyer named Michael. His real name was Matt, but he called himself Michael, Vicious man. Michael "Murder" Murdoch. Quick as all hell too, and a mother of a fighter, had a little pinging in his head, that let him know where everything was, he and wade never got along, Maybe cause Wade kept beating the Tar out of him at the gym. the man was very good, and well trained but he just wasn't good enough. A little too slow, or a little too zealous. It helped that pressure points were all but useless on a constantly regenerating opponent. You just couldn't keep them pressed or touched. Murder was an interesting name for him, he did black bag jobs too, just not as many and his legal skills made things a little easier to do. No mistake that blind man rolling peanuts was Michael Murdoch. And that meant that this place served Kalashnikov brand Vodka.

"Two Kalashnikov's with an extra magazine." People took some small notice. That meant a bottle and two glasses. About a hundred bucks usually. Penny change probably on this man's credit card and it rung very nicely. Wade didn't worry, let them track a dead man, the odds of them finding that body were pretty low, by now the suitcase he was in was heading for Istanbul. Wade smiled and brought the bottle over to the table where Murder was sitting alone. Waiting on someone maybe he'd have time for Wade thoguh. Unless he was meeting with El Presidente himself he'd have time for this. Wade put the bottle down on the table and like he always did dropped Murder's glass with a quarter in it. And he always caught it.

"Who in the hell are you?" Murdoch growled out, harsh and unforgiving.

"Just an old friend with a drink. That's all Murdoch, that's all."

 

[LadyAria]

"Benevolent dictator," she laughed messing up the string of smoke circles she had been blowing. "Isn't that an oxymoron. Why is it no matter what time line I am on, Magneto is still a fucking ass?"

She smiled at Jill, but she was somewhere else. Alison watched her mind roll somewhere far away from that room and from her. Taking advantage of the distraction, she stared at her openly. She studied the clouds in the Captain's eyes, the lines of wear hidden in her face and the feminine curve of her neck. So strange, it was like she was two people at once. Feeling like an intruder, she turned her eyes back up to the ceiling as the mattress groaned. The flick of the lighter and the smell of another brand mixed into the air.

"So, has there been any word from Wade since he rushed me in my clothes shopping?"

"No, not since he split. That was hours ago," she said rolling up at the waist. "I bloody smell like straight ass. I'm hitting the shower. I might be asking you for a pinch off that flask if you don't mind, later."

Alison scratched at her head again. The dirt and grime was getting to her. Well, that and she was still adjusting to being around Jill. Something about her got to Ali. It was probably all just in her head, she thought. Things just hadn't felt right since she'd killed her best friend on the last time line. Nothing makes that feeling go away. Pulling the bathroom door closed, she peeled off Wade's shirt, the sports bra and the rest of her gear. The fluorescent light and purple bruising made her skin look paler. She examined the wounds realizing they weren't nearly as bad as she thought. Her eyes flip back to her small muscular breast set high on her chest. Pushing them together, she wondered what it was like to have a rake like the Captain's. Her hands released the small mounds to disappear back into her chest. Below them, her hard stomach lined like a man's. Her guitarist always joked at least she'd always have a place to do laundry.

Flipping on the hot water, she turned from the mirror so it reflected the snake tattoo on her back. The water flowed hot over her hand before she stepped in pulling the plastic curtain shut. Her spike hair released under the weight wrapping around her head touching her chin. She pulled off the gauze her nose needing clean more then pretty right now. Then, her hands went to rest on the cool tile wall in front of her. Eyes closed, she saw flashes of the twins - body parts as she ripped them apart, then, Rogue's eyes right before she died and finally, the blast that blew Gambit away. The same images playing over and over again like a bad song she could not get out of her head.

Wash it all away, she thought. I need to be ready. Fucking Magneto...

 

[Wyldfire]

"Benevolent dictator," she laughed messing up the string of smoke circles she had been blowing. "Isn't that an oxymoron. Why is it no matter what time line I am on, Magneto is still a fucking ass?"

She smiled at Jill, but she was somewhere else. Alison watched her mind roll somewhere far away from that room and from her. Taking advantage of the distraction, she stared at her openly. She studied the clouds in the Captain's eyes, the lines of wear hidden in her face and the feminine curve of her neck. So strange, it was like she was two people at once. Feeling like an intruder, she turned her eyes back up to the ceiling as the mattress groaned. The flick of the lighter and the smell of another brand mixed into the air.

"So, has there been any word from Wade since he rushed me in my clothes shopping?"

"No, not since he split. That was hours ago," she said rolling up at the waist. "I bloody smell like straight ass. I'm hitting the shower. I might be asking you for a pinch off that flask if you don't mind, later."

Alison scratched at her head again. The dirt and grime was getting to her. Well, that and she was still adjusting to being around Jill. Something about her got to Ali. It was probably all just in her head, she thought. Things just hadn't felt right since she'd killed her best friend on the last time line. Nothing makes that feeling go away. Pulling the bathroom door closed, she peeled off Wade's shirt, the sports bra and the rest of her gear. The fluorescent light and purple bruising made her skin look paler. She examined the wounds realizing they weren't nearly as bad as she thought. Her eyes flip back to her small muscular breast set high on her chest. Pushing them together, she wondered what it was like to have a rake like the Captain's. Her hands released the small mounds to disappear back into her chest. Below them, her hard stomach lined like a man's. Her guitarist always joked at least she'd always have a place to do laundry.

Flipping on the hot water, she turned from the mirror so it reflected the snake tattoo on her back. The water flowed hot over her hand before she stepped in pulling the plastic curtain shut. Her spike hair released under the weight wrapping around her head touching her chin. She pulled off the gauze her nose needing clean more then pretty right now. Then, her hands went to rest on the cool tile wall in front of her. Eyes closed, she saw flashes of the twins - body parts as she ripped them apart, then, Rogue's eyes right before she died and finally, the blast that blew Gambit away. The same images playing over and over again like a bad song she could not get out of her head.

Wash it all away, she thought. I need to be ready. Fucking Magneto...

Jill laid there as she heard Alison get up and start showering. She got to a sitting position and removed the boots then stood and lost the coat, hat and the corset top. The leather pants followed suit and the braids her hair were in were undone.

The tall woman walked into the bathroom and stated "Keep the water running when you're done so I can get clean too."

Jill stretched to her full height rising up on tip toe to finish the stretch. It felt good to be at ease for a little bit before going back on the clock. A small smile formed on her lips as a thought hit her. "Hey girl, need a back wash while I'm here?"

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Matt Murdoch

Matt Murdoch wasn't the soul of trust, to be completely blunt he was a killer both as a lwayer and in his extracurricular activities. As Matt Murdoch, he was one of the most feared and powerful civil lawyers in the United states.

Matt had risen well beyond his meager beginnings to his current station through a lot of uses as his accident as a child. Over the course of his time he'd done a lot of assasinations for his freinds in the government, and a lot more for outside sources. Both character assasinations in court for the government and the mroe permanent variety, involving the Hudson for other people. And sometimes people were arrogant enough to assume that meant they should have revenge. Matt sniffed the Vodka, and sensed nothing but Vodka. Still he waited his face in it's trademarked poker smirk, for his friend to take the first drink.

"So Murder listen to your friend. I just stopped in, and I saw you sitting alone, figured while I was here I'd share a drink. To your... Continued Health." Wilson paused and drug out the last words, throwing the Vodka back, letting it's burn hit him on the way to his belly. He poured another.

Matt toyed with the shotglass spinning it on it's botom edge, not letting the liquid settle or spill. "So you're an old friend, from out of town, why don't I trust that."

"I'm not lying." Wade took another shot punctuating his sentence with the slam of his shot glass on the table.

Matt knew that. He really wasn't lying, the man obviously considered him an old freind, a person you rarely talked to from years ago, from childhood or soemthing, but his heart was steady and easy, measured like a clock, each beat counting a tick. Such a cold noise. Matt took his first drink. Just vodka.

“So I'm going to make a wild guess. You're not really my friend. Just another misguided out of town muscle, being sent after a bigger dog, Walk away… Friend.”

Wade took another drink, he was keeping count in his head. That was 3. He could probably finish the bottle without Ill effect. “Can’t really. Not today, see you have something I need, and I’m not leaving till I get it. One way or another you will too.”

Matt knew now, he really was another hitter. They came and went, and he buried them all. “To the roof then, we can talk privately there.”

Matt got up and walked, his cane tapping for show. He knew where everything was as he exited the bar, and as he leaped to the fire escape on his way to the roof, he could only think at least would kill the time.

 

[LadyAria]

Watering streaming down her face, she opened her eyes to see the blurry image of Jill standing nude on the cold tile floor. Alison pulled her head out of the cascade struck by the moment. Every curve, every straight, every dip was in the right place on Jill like heaven carved out of flesh.

"Keep the water running when you're done so I can get clean too."

Take a breath, Ali thought, Jill just feels nasty from the sewer just like me. Her hands rubbed over her face roughly wiping away the guilty look. Only a shadow of the shock hung on the edge of her grin.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Hey girl, need a back wash while I'm here?"

Alison paused, then pulled back the curtain in invitation. Even though her stomach flip-flopped with excitement, she kept her cool. Maybe the Brokers weren't all that bad. Yes, she broke her nose and was tossed around like a rag doll. But, this, fuck, angels without wings are rare. One in your shower was unheard of. She flexed, unconsciously, when Jill approached. The snake tattoo moved in response.

"Shit, yeah, never turn down help," she answered.

 

[Wyldfire]

Watering streaming down her face, she opened her eyes to see the blurry image of Jill standing nude on the cold tile floor. Alison pulled her head out of the cascade struck by the moment. Every curve, every straight, every dip was in the right place on Jill like heaven carved out of flesh.

"Keep the water running when you're done so I can get clean too."

Take a breath, Ali thought, Jill just feels nasty from the sewer just like me. Her hands rubbed over her face roughly wiping away the guilty look. Only a shadow of the shock hung on the edge of her grin.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Hey girl, need a back wash while I'm here?"

Alison paused, then pulled back the curtain in invitation. Even though her stomach flip-flopped with excitement, she kept her cool. Maybe the Brokers weren't all that bad. Yes, she broke her nose and was tossed around like a rag doll. But, this, fuck, angels without wings are rare. One in your shower was unheard of. She flexed, unconsciously, when Jill approached. The snake tattoo moved in response.

"Shit, yeah, never turn down help," she answered.

Jill step into the shower with Alison noticing the snake tattoo's dance. "I wish I could do something like that with my tattoo, but it's in the wrong place and isn't anything as fancy as a snake."

"Got your hair yet girl? she asked. While she waited for Alison's reply she took a minute to admire the view she had here. Damn, it had been a while since she'd had a playmate. a finger raised of what seemed it's own volition and traced the paettern of the snake tattoo with just the gentlest tip of a fingernail.

 

[LadyAria]

The soft brush of Jill's finger against her skin sent a chill up her spine. Ali looked over her shoulder at Jill with her eyebrow raised in question. Ali wanted to look at Jill's face but couldn't. The way the water struck the captain's skin sliding down her body was distracting. The drops pulled Alison's eyes down to look at Jill's tiny dip of a navel, the perfect place for someone's tongue.

"Got your hair yet girl? "

"No, ma'am," Alison replied grabbing the tiny hotel shampoo and tossing it to Jill. "I'll do you, if you can do me?"

 

[Wyldfire]

The soft brush of Jill's finger against her skin sent a chill up her spine. Ali looked over her shoulder at Jill with her eyebrow raised in question. Ali wanted to look at Jill's face but couldn't. The way the water struck the captain's skin sliding down her body was distracting. The drops pulled Alison's eyes down to look at Jill's tiny dip of a navel, the perfect place for someone's tongue.

"Got your hair yet girl? "

"No, ma'am," Alison replied grabbing the tiny hotel shampoo and tossing it to Jill. "I'll do you, if you can do me?"

Jill smiled and took the shampoo. "There might be enough to get both of our hair done with this but we're definitely going to need to make sure we have more of the stuff around for later." With that said she poured just a touch over half of the shampoo into Alison's hair and began to massage it gently into her hair. Once the shampoo was sudsy enough Jill used her fingernails to lightly scratch at the other woman's scalp making sure not to scratch too hard. That was something she'd learned the first time she'd tried to seduce someone after her treatments. She'd drawn a lot of blood quickly that time.

after she'd finished with Alison's hair she stepped forward just enough that their bodies were against each other and reached around her to rinse her hands off. She gently and quickly wrapped her arms around Ali and gave her a hug and lightly kissed the side of the woman's neck. "Now let me get that back washed." she said, her voice just a touch huskier than it had been a moment before. With that she washed Alison's back making sure to do it slowly and with as much of a massage to it as she could with soapy hands.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

A dance with the devil in the pale moonlight...

Wade

Wade watched him go. That had gone just about as well as expected. Now all he had to do was follow. He took another shot and walked outside.

It was chill and Michael was gone. Actually going up to the roof must be one of those dramatic suckers. Wade took the ladder. It was always easier, and few people expected him to come the easy way. Michael did, always did, for a blind man he seemed to know everything. And there he was waiting at the top in a red leather outfit.

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“I’d say nice costume, but don’t you think it looks like you’re heading to some strange BDSM fetish ball. I know sensory impaired goes a long way but after the suit I’d have never thought you were Fashion impaired as well.”

“Shut up. I don’t know who you are I think you’re just some outside hitter being sent to his death. You’re lucky I didn’t just stomp you off the roof there.”

“Yeah I get told that a lot you know? People coming to kill me when I’m after them, it’s an amazing thing, so you warm-up and stretch and I’ll have a smoke and we’ll have our little tête à tête then.”

Wade began to change, taking off the too tight Armani jacket he’d previously stolen, along with the pressed shirt. He flexed, far more comfortable out of the over confining clothes, and lit a cigarette. “You want one Red; I always offer a last smoke.” He puffed happily and exhaled.

“No thanks those things’ll kill you.” He smirked “Though not before me.”

“Cute.” Wade brought his hand up and made ready. Michael snapped his walking stick into a longer club; it looked fairly mean but so did wade. He curled his hand as if you say ‘lay on.’

Michael rushed at him, The Billy raised behind his head, and Wade tensed wondering whether his opponent was going to jump or duck. Always a gamble and never a good one, he watched the knees of his rapidly approaching opponent and judged that he’d swing overhead. He was right and his elbow caught the billy club with a crack he would have winced but there wasn’t time. Wade twisted his arm over the long club and trapped it his hand still up to intercept a face strike. He grinned as he pressed close to the Redman, and grinned further when he felt the ruse. Michael had driven his fingers stiffened to a driving point into a pressure point above the rib. And he’d met with nothing. After the treatments to make him regenerate, And the constant Cellular Flux, Wade’s pressure points didn’t fire, they were just one of the many things that failed and restarted continuously. He spit the cigarette towards his hand and smushed the lit embers deeply into Michael’s eyes, letting the locking hold they had on each other go.

“You son of a bitch” Michael swatted at his eye in a half gesture of annoyance and Wade waited. Laughing a little.

“You know Michael you wouldn’t think a blind man would be so sensitive about his eyes.”

“Shut up, you’re not funny.” Wade watched him a moment and before he began walking slowly up, easy and free, his arms swinging almost casually by his sides. He responded with a half smirk and a flurried exchange of knuckles and palms before he finally connected with a deep gutting stomach punch. Michael grimaced and pushed back slapping Wade’s finger with the club breaking it in the process.

“Sure I’m funny. You just don’t get the joke.” Wade tackled forward subtlety not being something he cared about this time, Picking Michael up over his shoulder and charging him forward into the brick.

“I’m.” ‘CRACK’ “A Fucking.” ‘Crunch’ “Killer.” Wade’s words were punctuated by the brutal crack of Michael hitting the brick chimney hard enough to make dust, followed by the impact of the back of Wade’s shoulder crushing and pushing him back up against it.

Matt

“That’s great Jerry Lee.” Daredevil groaned and slammed his club into the side of Wade’s head. Gaining himself some room to roll out of the way Matt rose and looked his opponent over. Guy was barely an inch taller, and they were about the same weight, why was he so strong. Or fast. And methodical, his punches and kicks were all safe measured strikes that sequenced, it was like fighting a treadmill, it only increased the speed it went at. Limbs struck with a punishing force that shouldn’t occur. This guy was breaking his fingers on every punch, cracking the roof when he went to stomp, and he would no be stopped. Matt was seriously considering running from this freak.

“You look tired.” This mystery man was pacing in front of him, walking calmly and sideways “Did you get enough sleep last night, or were you too busy running around in red pajamas?” this fucker was infuriating, and he wouldn’t shut up. But he was good. And each blow matt landed didn’t seem to make any difference for long. Still he had an idea. Change the surroundings, this guy might be good but how good was he hanging off a building with one hand. Matt tossed a club, a trick but if it hit so much the better. It was laced with razors, almost impossible for anyone not him to hold. The pressure plating required such precision. And the other man didn’t have it, he caught it in his left hand and the razors burst. Fingers fell to the roof, and an impaled piece kept the hand closed. The man worked and dug it out, his hand bleeding and useless. Matt grinned as he heard the yelp of pain, the startled fuck under his breath. This opponent could feel pain, which was at least good to know. He ran after his throw leading with a tackle to take this old friend off the roof and to the sub system of balconies below. They tumbled down hitting vents and balconies on each strain both trying to gain the advantage of reach and to grab a balcony as they went. Matt had no fear even with the ground coming up to meet him he reached out and tried to throw his club sure that he’d be able to catch something as it passed. Only to have it caught in the left hand of his opponent. “But your hand?”

“It grew back. It does that. You scared now little devil boy?”

Matt shook his head. Never. “I’m the man without fear.”

And when they hit pavement together and the world went dark it was still true.

Wade

It took a moment but Wade stood up from the Blood pool. The fall had broken both of their necks. However that was something that could be fixed for him, if not Michael. Wade popped stretching his neck to the side, as he cracked the kinks out of it.

Unceremoniously he shoved Michael’s body into the dumpster so as not to risk it being found. He took the cane though. A little reminder. Climbing once more he worked the issues of his stiff fingers out till he reached the roof. There piled nicely were the clothes he’d targeted Matt for. So neat and proper he’d not risk getting blood on his suit, even then, He’d even left the shoes. Wade changed quickly before searching the pockets. ID a few cards, Money folded meticulously, and a good deal of it, mostly in hundreds. An address for the U.N. and a wrapped package of Cigarettes; Sobranie’s Black Russians, there was a note on the packaging written in flowing script, For Tasha. How did a blind man write so neatly? Wade shrugged and dropped it all back in the new coat. He scrutinized the note; it was hard to read in an almost invisible brail. He doubted many other people would ever be able to read it without an edge.

It read: United Nations. 0000. Wade grinned; it looked like Michael had a date at midnight. Now Wade did. He turned his heels in Michael‘s shoes. This night only got better it seemed. He hailed a cab and started his way to Manhattan. As he gazed at the unfamiliar tower and spreading curve he began planning routes, finally launching himself to the roof, climbing the wall. Routes ran in his head, where someone would come from, and what to do about it, when he turned. No one snuck up on him but this person. He turned rounding a corner to see….

 

[Wyldfire]

A woman leaning against a wall with one foot up on it. Her red hair in a tight bun in the red suit. The skirt clinging to her legs barely covering the tops of her black stockings. The black silk blouse unbuttoned enough to show her ample cleavage to it's best advantage. She cocked her head as Wade rounded the corner. "May I help you? You do know this place is closed for the night don't you?"

She pushed off of the wall and stood tapping one high heel clad foot impatiently.

 

[LadyAria]

Jill's soapy hands slid over Ali's back making her skin tingle. The steam from the water, and Jill's touch, made it hard to breath. The electricity crackled in the heat that rose from the shower. Her soft skin rubbing against Alison's, the melting strokes as Jill pressed into her sore muscles, the sensual contact after months of isolation made Ali groan. The sound echoed off the tile walls. Turning to face the captain, she grabbed tangles of her wet hair on both sides of her head and pushed her against the tile. A hunger, needful kiss pinned Jill to the wall. Alison mouth expressed the white hot pangs of desire shooting through her body. Twisting between her lips, her tongue slid in deeply as though to consume. Her hands held on tightly before relaxing the grip. Alison pulled back against her every desire out of respect though she could not let go.

"What can I do for you?" she asked huskily her eyes never breaking from Jill's.

Even while asked, her hand glided down Jill's neck, then shoulder, over her bicep and came to captured a droplet from the tip of her nipple. Ali drew her finger to her mouth licking the water off with a meaningful look.

 

[Wyldfire]

Jill's soapy hands slid over Ali's back making her skin tingle. The steam from the water, and Jill's touch, made it hard to breath. The electricity crackled in the heat that rose from the shower. Her soft skin rubbing against Alison's, the melting strokes as Jill pressed into her sore muscles, the sensual contact after months of isolation made Ali groan. The sound echoed off the tile walls. Turning to face the captain, she grabbed tangles of her wet hair on both sides of her head and pushed her against the tile. A hunger, needful kiss pinned Jill to the wall. Alison mouth expressed the white hot pangs of desire shooting through her body. Twisting between her lips, her tongue slid in deeply as though to consume. Her hands held on tightly before relaxing the grip. Alison pulled back against her every desire out of respect though she could not let go.

"What can I do for you?" she asked huskily her eyes never breaking from Jill's.

Even while asked, her hand glided down Jill's neck, then shoulder, over her bicep and came to captured a droplet from the tip of her nipple. Ali drew her finger to her mouth licking the water off with a meaningful look.

The kiss had been like an electric current through Jill's body. Better than Turbo. Better than any drug. When Alison pulled away and traced her finger down Jill's body she shuddered as the finger played across her nipple.

"You can do whatever you want to baby." Jill sighed as she let the feeling wash over her. The shower's heat seemed tepid compared to the heat that had started between the women. Jill leaned forward and kissed Alison with the same passion and desire. Her tongue dancing with Alison's, her arms wrapping around the other woman.

"You know there's a perfectly good bed right?" Jill said as she picked Alison up. "Get the water as we go past it okay? My hands are a little full."

 

[LadyAria]

"Fuck the lights," Ali replied in a husky voice leaning in for another kiss.

Wrapped in the captian's arm, she wondered at the gentle strength Jill commanded. It would be so easy for her to crush Ali against her slick soft breast. Ali groaned into the kiss. The thought of dying here in this perfect moment before she had time to fuck it up was beautiful. The thought cleared her mind when her body hit the cool sheets. Ali slicked back her hair as she popped off the pillows grabbing at Jill's hand pulling her down on the bed. Her mouth dodged her lips to wrap around the pert cherry nipple.

"Mmm, like candy," Ali whispered to the nipple. Her tongue tickled the tip. "Is that your secret weapon? We all go mad at one taste."

Alison laid a trail of hot kisses along a path from her ear lobe to her belly button and back. Both her hands gripped under Jill's sweat ass. Ali's pussy felt full and thick as her hips rotated in the open v of the captain's leg. She wanted to push against her. A dull throb pulsed behind the thatch of silky black curls. Her clit ached to grind into the soft pad of Jill's venus mound. Jill sweet slit moved in a hypnotic rhythm as she moved with Ali in a seductive wrestle.

“You are so beautiful,” Ali moaned as they rolled. “God have mercy…”

Ali breathed in deeply the smell of her skin, her hair and the musk of their combined desire. Her hands explored the landscape of her partner’s heavenly design. Every inch studied into memory by her fingers.