2| Platinum [Pietro M.] ✔

9. X-Men, Vigilantes, & Satan

The following day I find myself rolling out of bed with muscle fatigue. I take in the concrete gray walls before my eyes shift over to the desk against the wall. A small tv resides on it, along with the carvings that Carter gave me. On the wall above the desk, I've framed and hung the charcoal sketch of Apollo and the chickens. I don't have much in terms of personal belongings, but I've also never been sentimental. 

With a soft sigh, I slide off the edge of my bed and stretch my arms above my head. Deciding a nice warm shower is in my best interest, I enter my closet and grab a pair of dark wash shorts, a black sports bra, and a white open-backed tanktop before entering my en-suite bathroom. I spend maybe twenty minutes in the bathroom before emerging clean and relaxed. My hair is pulled up in a towel as I walk back to my bed and sit down. I pull open one of the drawers making up the frame of my bed and grab a fresh pair of socks. After putting on the socks, I grab a pair of black ankle-rise boots and slip them on. Standing back up, I remove the towel from my hair and hang it back up in the bathroom. Then I spend a few minutes brushing my wet hair before grabbing my phone from my nightstand and exit my room. I flash Wanda a quick smile as she too exits her room, which is right across from mine. "Morning, Wanda."

"Good morning, Iris. You look nice." She comments with a smirk.

"I guess your brother's supposedly taking me out for a date. Said it'd be casual." We begin to walk down the hall side by side.

"I think you two will make a cute couple." Wanda tells me out of the blue. I glace at her with a shy smile.

"You think? I mean, do you think Pietro's really serious?" The Maximoff twin stops and faces me. I come to a halt also and look at her worriedly.

"Iris, I think he's head over heels. You guys are so meant for each other." She reaches out and gently squeezes my hands. I offer a relieved smile. We turn and Wanda loops her arm with mine as we head towards the kitchen for breakfast, both of us smiling.

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Sitting at the counter atop a stool, I pick at the eggs Wanda kindly offered to make me while I surf the internet on my phone. Wanda's over at the conference table with Vision and Natasha. Clint's since returned home to his family and Tony, Steve, Sam, and James are nowhere to be found. I scroll through numerous stories on my phone in an attempt at finding some of the biggest stories in the news since I've been gone. Let me tell you I haven't been disappointed. Gordon Ramsay is terrorizing Hell's Kitchen and we have mind readers. Or, maybe just mental manipulators. I don't know. Either way, the guy got wasted by another lady who everybody claims is powered also. Like, super strength power. However, I'm interrupted when my phone begins to buzz. It alerts me to a call from an unknown number. I narrow my gaze in suspicion. The only people who have my number are Charles, Carter, Pepper Potts, Nick Fury, and the rest of the team. Nobody else. My curiosity gets the better of me as I accept the call before placing the phone up to my ear quickly. "Hello?"

"Ah yes, I'd like to order one Freedom Rings, one Flying Tin Can, and one Mean Green please." My eyebrows scrunch together as the unknown man on the other end begins listing off mock names of the Avengers like he's ordering pizza.

"Uh, excuse me?" I sit up straighter and look behind me to where the others are.

"Is this the Avengers?" The man questions, suddenly sounding unsure.

"Well, this is one of the Avengers." I reply.

"Great! Well, I'd like them to go please." He continues.

"Okay, who is this? How'd you get this number?" I ask, annoyed.

"Obviously the Avenger's biggest fan -- Deadpool-" Suddenly the line goes dead and a dial tone sounds in my ear. I pull my phone away from my face and shake my head. I should probably go tell Tony someone has my number already. I groan to myself. I set my phone face down on the counter and quickly finish my breakfast before placing my plate in the sink. Rolling my head back and forth causes my neck to pop before I grab my phone and slide it into my back pocket. I leave the kitchen area and offer a quiet 'good morning' to the members of the team present before leaving the living space. 

I find the nearest staircase and begin my descent to the ground floor before headed straight towards Tony's lab. I pass a few agents and scientists on my journey. I don't think they thought it through enough, having Tony's lab on the complete opposite side of the building. "Hey, Tony! You here?" I ask as I enter his tinker shop. I'm greeted by not only Tony, but Steve and Sam too. 

"What's up Iris?" Tony asks as he quickly closes down the tabs containing my radiographs from yesterday. 

"Someone named Deadpool was on the phone?" I question, retrieving my phone from my pocket before waving it to the side while lifting a brow. "But when he said it was Deadpool, the phone suddenly hung itself up?" I look at my phone before offering it to Tony. He scowls at the mention of Deadpool before taking my phone.

"I told FRIDAY to not accept any calls from anyone whose name is Deadpool." Tony tells me as he carefully moves his weird Iron Man glove watch thingy to the side. My mouth forms an 'o' while I nod my head. 

"Okay, but who is he and why is his name Deadpool?" I shift my weight as I wait for Tony to finish tracing the location of the odd caller.

"He's a foul-mouthed vigilante." Steve states darkly as he looks out the window. Sam laughs and gently pats Rogers' shoulder. Tony looks over at Steve.

"You just wanna suck the joy out of everything..." He sighs and then turns and offers me my phone. "We don't know why he calls himself Deadpool. All we know is that he's on some sort of vengeance mission of his own." I nod my head and shrug.

"Well, if we're on the topic of vigilantes and vengeance missions, did you know about some chick wasting this guy that had some weird suggestive powers? I guess he was accused of being able to tell people what to do, like jump off a building, and they'd do it." Tony looks at me weird, his face scrunching up before shaking his head. "And Satan is terrorizing Hell's Kitchen." This makes Steve look over at me with a worried look. "Nah, not really Satan but someone who's being called 'The Devil of Hell's Kitchen.' I wonder if it's Gordon Ramsay." I rub my chin.

"As long as he's not trying to destroy the world, he isn't our problem. Let the NYPD deal with it." Tony waves it off before fiddling with his gadget again. "He's probably just another vigilante who's trying to be us."

"Okay well, whatever. I'm gone for a month and all the exciting stuff happens without me." I sigh and shake my head before turning on my heel. "OH!" I turn back around. "I'm gonna be out for the day so I hope there wasn't anything you needed from me."

"Where are you off to?" Sam asks with a hint of false suspicion.

"I...uh, Pietro's taking me...on a date?" I shove my phone into my pocket and smile sheepishly. Tony and Steve look at each other and then me.

"Well, have fun then. Try not to cause too much trouble." Wilson tells me before Steve can say anything. I shoot him a thankful smile before scurrying out of the lab before Steve or Tony can ask for a favor or just tell me no.