BAD IDEA ― deadpool & wolverine

TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY:
THE PRISON CELL

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KETTI DIDN'T QUITE UNDERSTAND HOW THESE THINGS KEPT HAPPENING TO HER.

Maybe she was cursed.

But she supposed it would catch up to her that all of the most important people in her life were superhero's or antihero's or whatever the fuck the technical term were.

Because getting kidnapped fucking sucked.

The man in all black refused to do anything except stare at her ominously (don't lie you're turned on, and so am I) and the blonde girl was kind but seemed to have a screw or two loose.

Not that Ketti had room to speak on that front, but it wasn't great to be on the edge of her death with already terrible anxiety.

And Ketti wasn't sure if they were mutants or just evil villains — though she deduced they seem to work for someone (baby, you didn't deduce it, Sydney spelled it out for you) — but either way, Ketti was not given any food.

She couldn't even mark how many days it had been because every second dragged into hours and there was no light in the cell except for the bulb above her head, strung up to the middle of the ceiling.

It was empty and cold and dingy and reminded Ketti of a basement. She surmised she might be in one.

Which fucking sucked because Ketti was kind of claustrophobic.

There were a few pros to being kidnapped, however.

She wasn't being tortured, which was cool. The metal-armed dude didn't seem outwardly aggressive, more of a bodyguard to ensure she didn't try to run — and Ketti wasn't a fucking idiot, she'd wait for her boyfriends to come save her, no use trying to get killed — and the blonde was more chatty than cruel.

It felt kind of like being stuck at her bar with a tipsy woman and a stoic bodyguard. Minus the alcohol, music, and overall freedom.

Speaking of bars, Ketti was so fucking fired.

(Ah, corporate America. Even surviving a car accident, a kidnapping, and proof of disappearance couldn't reconcile a job. Poor Ketti.)

She wondered if they were hiring at the Daily Bugle. Maybe Gwen could get her a job there. Apparently, J. Jonah Jameson despised Peter so she'd never ask him for a reference.

Not that she has prior experience working at a newspaper company.

Maybe she could intern and bring them coffees.

But interns don't get paid.

Damn.

Ketti was given waters every few hours, to keep her hydrated, but she hoped she could guilt Logan into making her something again.

One wouldn't suspect it upon first impressions. but he was surprisingly a great cook.

(The guy's been alive for two centuries, he can make crepes like no one's fucking business. As if he couldn't be any hotter.)