Six (Captain America)

"Six" part 7: At the Dark End of the Street

It didn't take long to get to Paris, since we were already in northern France. We landed in a practically deserted air field. Wade had called someone, Dan most likely, on the way there, and there was a nondescript tan hatchback waiting for us when we arrived.

I eyed Deadpool. I was nothing if not cautious and suspicious. "How do I know we can trust you?"

He picked up his swords and climbed out of the jet. "Honey, you shot me in the head. If anyone should have a lack of trust here, it should be me."

"How did you survive that? I know I didn't miss. You were dead. I checked." I followed him out.

"I have really convenient super-healing powers." He jumped the last three rungs of the ladder to the ground. "How were you able to keep up with me?"

"Super-serum." I shrugged. "The other two got dosed with it too."

"Awesome. Are there any downsides?"

"I don't know yet. I've been in and out of Cryo for 36 years and don't remember much." I admitted, watching Steve and Bucky's jet lower to the ground. "Ask me again in a few years." I approached the plane, and the two men climbed down. I hadn't had a chance to ask Steve about his strange wardrobe choice. It looked like he was wearing armor identical to Bucky's, which I knew wasn't normal for him. I supposed he didn't want anyone to know he was Captain America; that would give away where I was hiding pretty fast. It didn't explain the purple shield with the lightning bolt, though. That was just strange, and kind of an eyesore.

Steve approached, Bucky following behind, looking at the car and driver with a careful eye.

"We sure we can trust this guy?" Bucky asked.

I shrugged. "We don't really have a choice." I replied. I looked at the car. The driver was a small, kind of round older man in a wrinkled grey suit. "He doesn't look like much of a threat. There are three of us."

"Four of us." Wade piped up.

"If the driver is a threat, that means you are too." I pointed out.

"Yeah, that's true." He eyed the driver. "I've never met him before, though. He could be wily."

I saw Bucky roll his eyes and Steve frown. I was sure all of Deadpools banter would be funny, if today wasn't proving to be as stressful as it had been. If we hadn't just been attacked by a robot-man with a flamethrower. If I hadn't just found out I was a mother and grandmother, had a former husband who didn't know he wasn't a widower, and had been abducted nearly four decades ago. It wasn't Wade's fault his wit was falling on unappreciative ears right now.

Steve was holding something in his hands. It was a black Kevlar vest, and a gun holster. "Maria sent it for you. It's one of hers. We figured you're close to her size." He looked me up and down. "Close enough." I took it from him and velcroed myself into the vest, and hooked the holster around my waist and leg. I pulled the guns out of my waistband and stuck them into it, one on each leg, and slid the knife I'd gotten from Bucky beside it.

"You look like a chick version of Rambo. Especially with the scar above your lip." Deadpool quipped. He glanced around to see if anyone knew what he was talking about.

Steve's eyes lit up. "I got that reference."

"Fucking finally." Wade led the way to the car. We made polite introductions to the driver, and got it. Wade sat in front, and Steve, Bucky, and myself crammed into the back. None of us were small, so three super-soldiers in the back of a Honda was a tight fit.

"Where are we going?" Steve asked as the car pulled away from the airfield.

"Mr. Lagherty is renting a penthouse in the city. We're going there." Wade replied. "It's not far."