Nova Black is a 20 year old that was infected with a parasite. Nick Fury found out about her and called her in for the Avengers.
What happens when she meets Natasha Romanoff?
Will her past catch up with her?
Avengers: Assemble - ✅
Captain America: T...
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- "And you think I'm the pornstar." -
"-fucker!"
"Wait, wait. Let's-"
"Cock juggling-"
"Just-"
"We can talk about-"
"Jiminy! Fuck face!" Wade punched the mannequin in his room, the three of them now back at their home.
"Okay, or you can hit that." Weasel said and Wade started to stomp on the mannequin. "Yeah, yeah, yeah.l
"Fuck! Fuck!"
"No, no. Alright. Hey!"
"Fuck! Fuck!"
"Hey, um. Relax. Relax. Okay." Weasel tried to calm Wade down as Nova kicked over a table in frustration. "I think that's a good start."
"Oh, I'm gonna rip his motherfucking-" Wade was cut off by his phone ringing.
"Wait." Weasel mumbled.
"Find it! Find it." Wade ordered, in a mess.
"What?"
"Find it! We're gonna get angry!" Wade pointed as Nova picked up one of her knives, sending it barreling into the wall.
"Okay. Alright." Weasel muttered, finding the phone. "Alright. Okay. Alright. Here. This is Vanessa. And this is Natasha." He picked up two phones, Wade's and Nova's.
"What?" Wade and Nova exclaimed, rushing towards him.
"No, wait. It's Francis. He wants you two to go to him." Weasel explained.
"What is that?" Wade asked, pointing to the poo emoji.
"That's the shit emoji." Weasel answered. "You know, it's the turd with the smiling face and the eyes? I thought it was chocolate yogurt for so long."
"We need guns." Wade stated.
"Okay, which ones?" Weasel quizzed.
"We need all the guns!" Wade yelled out, Nova practically vibrating with anger next to him.
"Alright. Okay." Weasel stuttered, leaving the room.
Nova and Wade out their suits on as Weasel and Al started to get together all of the guns they had in the house to put in a duffel bag . Once dressed, Nova and Wade started to get some as well, and Nova also packed some knives into her suit holsters. Weasel loads load of ammo packs in and Wade out in a magazine.
"That's about 3,000 rounds." Weasel informed them.
"We all know what we can do with 24." Wade commented, looking into the air. They turned to see Al at the door, a gun pointing at them. "Hey, hey, carful with that, Ronnie Milsap! We're downrange."
"I was gonna spend the night assembling the Börje, but this is hiding my interest." Al spoke up.
"How can you even see?" Nova snapped, putting on her mask.
"I told you, we're going with the Urvaj, not the Börje. Get it through your head or get out of fuck town." Wade snarled.
"Shit. That's all the pieces in the house." Al stated.
"Nah, nah... Come on. Let's go. Cough it up." Wade held his hand out expectantly. "Up, up, up."
Al pulled up her trouser leg revealing a Tony handgun in her sock.
"Oh. Down, down, down." Wade repeated.
"And you think I'm the pornstar." Nova grumbled.
"Fuck you." Al shot back, handing Wade the gun and he stuffed it in his suit.
"45 cal. I like it." Weasel smirked, as if trying to seduce Al and Nova raised an eyebrow at him as Wade hauled the pink duffel bag on his shoulder. "Wade." Weasel shook his hand. "Nova." He shook her hand. "I'd go with you, but I don't want to."
Wade nodded, patting his shoulder while Nova was already hurrying out of the room.
"Uh... Listen, Al, if I never see you again, I want you to know that I love you very much. And lap, uh, there's about 116 kilos of cocaine buried somewhere in the apartment right next to the cure for blindness. Good luck." Wad whispered to Al as he passed.
"You wanna get fucked up?" Weasel asked as Wade and Nova left.
