I Thought You Were Different: Part 5

Sentiment

With the threat identified, and with even limited knowledge about what was happening to your children, it was time to prepare everyone for a battle that they had no way to prepare for. There would be power that had never been seen before, and strength that rivaled any one of them; you saw the fear in Thor's eyes before he left for Asgard or wherever he thought he could find more answers, and it only added to the worry that you could already barely manage. The future held a bleak haze around it now when you tried to imagine it, and apparently, the feeling had spread throughout the team even without the need for anyone to speak of it aloud.

Steve stood on the far side of the compound's lawn, tablet in hand with detailed plans for each of teammates, though his eyes never lowered to look at the screen; he was completely enamored with watching you as you found your rhythm with your newly acquired weapons.

"Come at me, (Y/N)," Wade smiled beneath his mask, "you know you can't hurt me." He planted his feet firmly and held his hands out to intercept your attack, but you played off his short attention span and tossed one of your katana high into the air, drawing his gaze up to leave him open for your strike.

"Ooooh, shiny!"

Spinning the remaining katana in your hand, you rushed forward and thrust it out, clipping the strap of his thigh holster to drop his weapons away from his use, kicking your foot solidly into his chest to knock him on his back before he knew what happened. Your blade slid naturally within your grip, turning to press against his neck with a sharp sting and a trickle of his blood pooling on the ground beneath him.

"Is that all you've got-" he tried to say, but his words were halted when the katana that you had launched into the air came down, perfectly spearing into the ground between his legs, next to the one place on his body that he actually cared about. "Fucking hell, woman!"

"Cock shot," you smirked, despite his terrified gasp.

"No! No, no, no! That is not a cock shot! Have I taught you nothing?! Jesus Christ, just kill me instead!"

"You're indestructible."

"No, that would definitely kill me, (Y/N), fuck! Let me up!"

"Aw, I thought you liked it when I held you down," you pouted mockingly, pushing yourself up to stand next to him. You held a hand out to help, but he swatted it away and jumped up angrily. "Oh, come on, don't be a little bitch about this, Wade."

"I think playtime's over, kitten," he snapped back, wiping the dirt from his suit. "Cap! She's all yours! Watch your dick, man, she's in a mood!"

Steve wanted to laugh, to join in the joviality, but he just didn't have it in him. He had to force himself to stay in his Captain persona, not only to get the work around him done, but because it hurt less that way. He could disengage from the emotions like he could do so well, even though this time took a little more of his effort with everything that was at stake. "Go again, (Y/N). This time maybe...well...just tone it down on the crotch play, alright?"

"Thank you!" Wade called out, a small wave of gratitude thrown Steve's way. "See, Steve gets it, why can't you get it?!"

"Hey, Cap," came a new voice approaching from behind Steve, sounding meeker than he usually would and putting him even more on edge. "You got a minute?"

"Hey, Storm," he greeted, "as long as it's not bad news, I have all the time you need."

"I'm not sure if I'd classify it as bad, per se, but that's just me. Personally, I feel like I've done the kid a pretty kick-ass favor-"