I was taking my turn scouting when Captain America found me. He almost scared me out of my skin! Here I was, supposed to be watching out for the enemy, and he sneaks right up on me. It made me feel kind of completely useless.
"Sorry, did I startle you?" He asked, without a hint of judgement.
"Just a little." I admitted.
"I apologise." He smiled. "Sometimes I forget that I don't always have to be in stealth mode."
"'Stealth mode' could really come in handy sometimes." I commented, thinking back on all the times when I was younger and tried to sneak into the cookie jar. Dad caught me every time. "So are you here to relieve me?"
"Soon. I still have about twenty minutes before my shift officially starts." Cap answered, taking a seat on a boulder. "I came a bit earlier because I wished to speak to you."
I felt myself tense slightly. Scott had already lectured us students about how reckless and stupid we'd been running off like we had. That lecture had lasted three hours. I was expecting the same thing from Captain America.
He studied me for a few moments before saying. "You're so much like your dad."
I wasn't expecting that.
"Pardon?" I said weakly, caught so off guard that I couldn't believe what he said.
"I bet most people think you're like your mom, because you look so much like her." He said. "But you're defiantly your father's daughter."
"Only Logan's kid would go against what every adult said, get into a serious, dangerous situation, because someone she loved was in danger." Cap said, a small grin on his face. "You've been doing really well, Leah. I don't approve of you putting yourself in danger, but you've been taking good care of yourself and your team. You've got the makings of a great leader."
I had to duck my head before replying quietly. "Thank you."
We were quiet for a while before I broke the silence to ask.
"What was my dad like in the war? I saw a picture of you two together during that time. Did you know him well?"
"Yeah, I knew him." He answered, looking off into the distance. "He had been in the war for three years longer than I had when we met. All the men called him 'Lucky James' because he had survived so long. Of course we didn't know about mutants back then."
"We went on a few suicide missions together. He saved my life at least fifteen times." He added.
I smiled. "Cool."
"People may say things about James, but I know he's a good man. I'd rather have him at my back any day than any army."
Antman came through the brush to us.
"You're needed back at camp." He said.
When only Cap stood up, he nodded to me. "It concerns you too. You go ahead, I'll take over here."
That was intriguing. The two of us hurried back to our camp. What we found there was possibly the worst possible thing.
"Yeah, its me. I think." Deadpool answered. He knelt in a circle of superheroes, webbed up and held onto by Beast.
"How did he get here?" I asked, looking around at the others.
"While after you THREW ME OUT OF A F*# &*$ PLANE, I had a change of plan." He answered.
"You threw him out of a plane?" Angel asked us.
I blushed. "No, we just sorta dropped him out of a plane."
When everyone looked at me in shock, I defended myself. "Hey, he was trying to highjack our plane!"
"Nuh-uh! I was trying to borrow your plane." Deadpool retorted.
"Liar! You were holding a gun to Kitty's head!"
"Oh for goodness sake!" Scott cried, stepping between us. "Would the two of you know it off?"
"So what, are yah here to kill us or something?" Rogue asked, her arms crossed.
"No." Deadpool said. When we all stared at him he coughed. "Well, maybe. Just a little. At least amputate a limb."
I rolled my eyes. "I'd like to see you try."
"Wish granted!" Deadpool laughed, jumping up. He sliced through the webbing and pulled himself out of Beast's hold. He leapt at me with his swords spinning. The superheroes moved to stop him, but they were too late.
Because I got to DP first.
Dodging his swords, I ducked under and landed a solid kick right to his sternum. It was a hard kick, but it felt even worse because the sole of my boot was made out of vibranium (a tidbit of info Kitty found in the computer's data baser) He paused as his heart stopped and I got behind him. I rapidly hit his back in spots I knew would immobilize him. I kicked away one sword and knocked him to the ground. I knelt on his back, holding one of his own swords to his neck.
"Move a muscle and I'm taking your head off." I growled.
"Wow. That was hot." Deadpool sputtered out once his heart started again.
I made a face of disgust and got off of the mercenary as Cap and Ironman took over. "Ew."
"Want to do that again? I'll be ready this time!" Deadpool offered.
I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow.
"Best round out of three?" Deadpool called over his shoulder as the men took him away.
I turned to Cyclops. "Is this going to affect our mission?"
He looked off to where Deadpool had been taken down. "I'm not sure. We should be able to hold him, but having Deadpool around always complicates things."
I shook my head with annoyance and walked towards our plane. Kitty and Rogue followed me, practically bouncing with delight.
"What?" I asked as we entered the plane.
"You!" Kitty said, grinning. "You just took down Deadpool in front of the world's best heroes!"
"Trust us Sapien, ain't nobody gonna be thinking of yah as a 'powerless teen' for very much longer." Rogue said seriously.
I brushed off their words but on the inside I was grinning from ear to ear.
Dad will be so proud that I threatened to cut off Deadpool's head.
Tonight is the night we're going in. I was wearing a 'borrowed' army uniform that had been shrunk with Pym particles to fit and an communicative earpiece. I large black gun rested in my hands.
I felt like throwing up.
I was part of the team that was sneaking in first. We were to locate my parents and the other mutants then get out. Then a second team would cause a diversion while the third team got out the mutants. As one of the students, I was supposed to stay out of the fighting and only assist the captured mutants onto the planes.
That was the plan anyway.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, barely breathing. I was scared. I had never been this scared before. Despite my 'high kicks' and the gun in my hand, I was very vulnerable. I knew I could die tonight. I knew one of my friends or mentors could die tonight. I also knew that we had to save my parents.
A warm strong hand entwined itself in mine. I opened my eyes to see Eric's pale hand in my tanned one.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice quiet.
"Trying to comfort you." He answered, giving my hand a squeeze.
I took back my hand, but gently. "I'm not sure holding my hand will make anything better."
"No, but give it a chance. It might surprise you." Eric replied.
Hawkeye and Black Widow entered, wearing the same uniform as us. "Five minutes, then we're going into. Prepare yourselves."
Hawkeye winked as he followed his teammate out. "And kiss your butts good bye."
I blew my bangs out of my face and stood. "That was reassuring."
Eric pulled me back down, his eyes baring themselves into mine. "Leah, we need to talk."
His eyes and tone made me feel uncomfortable.
"You need to know how I feel about you before we-" Eric tried again.
"Eric, we need to keep our minds on the mission right now." I interrupted in a voice I knew was too harsh. "My parents and other people's lives are on the line. We have to stay focused."
Eric opened his mouth, but closed it again. He reached out and brushed my hair away from my face. The gesture made me shiver. I knew I couldn't let myself be distracted, especially by someone I knew I couldn't be with. I took the door Hawkeye left, but I paused for the moment.
"Look after yourself Eric, okay?" I said quietly. "Because I'll totally kick your ass if you get yourself hurt or…or worse."
Eric gave me a shaky grin.
"I promise, I'll try not to get my silly head bashed in."