You know what you did

Chapter 8: stupid web-head

Alex's P.O.V.

"Come on! I want to show you something!" was the last thing Wade said before....they came. They came so fast, I don't know what they are. I tried to see what they were, but They were to fast. the only thing I knew, was that one second I'm standing hand and hand with Wade, the next, he's gone. And I'm standing all alone in the middle of central park. Some people walking near bye had seen him disappear, and immediately called the police. I don't know what to do. I feel like I can't move, I'm frozen to the ground. it takes me a minute to come back into the focus of reality, and everyone walking past me, asking if I'm okay. I hear a loud swish from behind me, then I hear someone land softly on the ground behind me. I turn around quickly to see who it is, none other than the web-slinger himself, Spider-man. He looks at me, then says,

"you okay? what happened?"
"My boy-" I stop myself from saying 'boyfriend' out loud. "My friend disappeared...just vanished."
"Did you see who took him?" he asks
"Nope, and it doesn't matter anyway, because it's not like a web-head like you could ever track him down.." I say as I shove my hands in my pockets, and start to walk away. He grabs my shoulder and tries to talk to me again, but I run away. I run back to my house, before I hop back into my hideout, I look behind me to make sure that red and blue web slinger didn't follow me here. I don't see him, so I hop down, and run to my dresser, and pull out my assassin outfit. I get dressed quickly, I'm not sure how I'm gunna find Wade, but I need to. I don't even know where to start. But I am NOT asking that web-head for help to track him down. besides, even if I tried, he knows my assassin. he tried catching me for years. he's never ever caught me, and he never ever will. I pull out my two long knifes, and grab my sword, and place the two knives in my boots, and the sword in the sheath inside my outfit on the back, then I sling my quiver around one of my arms so it hangs on my back so it's easy to grab an arrow. I grab my bow, and sling it over my shoulder as well. I grab my helmet and hop on my motorcycle, and drive up the ramp, and drive away. I drive downtown, I honestly don't know where I'm going. But I do know I need to keep an eye out for....I don't know...anything I guess. I park my motorcycle in an old alley that I know no one goes into anymore. I climb up one of the escape stairwells on the side of an apartment, and flip over to the top of the building. I walk over to the edge, and just watch, I watch the traffic, and I watch the people walking around, I watch the busy people who have places to be, loved ones to get home to. and I'm just sitting up here watching. I pull out one of the knives in my boot, and twirl it in my fingers, bored as hell. I notice the knife is is dull, and pull out my spare sharpening stone, and start to sharpen my knife. I stay where I am, just leaning against the ledge, even when he who must not be named, lands on my roof (the spider-man himself....*groan* again!). He lands not to far from me, and just stands there and stares. I don't even look up, I just continue sharpening my knife. then he finally speaks,

"well, well, well, look who it is! the little girl has finally shown herself, do you know how long it's taken me to find you?" he says, I don't want people to recognize my voice, so I don't talk much when I'm in my 'assassin mode'.
"I forgot you don't talk much, that's fine for now, but I'll be taking you to the mental asylum you belong in." I look up at him with a confused look in my eyes, I mean, I know he knows I'm basically crazy, but not as insane as deadpool...I smile under my scarf at the thought of him, but quickly shake my head and look up at Spider-man. He's pulling out a pair of special pressurized hand cuffs that get tighter whenever you move. How do I know? because he did sort of catch me once....he got those cuffs on me, before I escaped. those stupid cuffs dug so deep into my wrists, I still have the scars to prove it. as he pulls out the hand cuffs, I notice my knife is super sharp now, I drop the stone back into my boot, and without sound, send my knife sailing towards his head. he's lucky he has that spidey sense, or he wouldn't have ducked in time. before he even has time to look up, I'm already right next to him, and immediately slam my foot down on his, and send an uppercut to his face, then I get on the ground and swing my leg beneath him, and trip him. he falls flat on his back, and within a second I'm on top of him with my knife to his throat.

"your not getting me this time!" I snap at him, then I regret saying anything at all. I hadn't talked to him in less then an hour, only a moron could have forgotten my voice. and I know Spidey is not a moron...although, I still say a silent prayer that he somehow forgot. but I can almost see the smile from under his mask.

"well, if it isn't little miss, 'you can't track him down'" he says, while having me distracted, and somehow flips me over so that he is on top of me, pinning my arms down. even though he knows who I am, I might as well try to play stupid.

"I don't know what your talking about" I say, trying to disguise my voice. but he won't take it
"don't play stupid, I now know your secret identity, and there's nothing you can do about it" he says with a snarky voice, but I can play this game too.
"no you don't you don't even know my name Peter Parker." the second I say his name, he jumps up, even through his mask I can see his shock.
"how did you-" i cut him off
"don't you think there are people who want you dead? I got tons of offers asking for your head, all with high offers of money I spied on you for a while, got bored, figured your life wasn't worth taking. Not like your that great of a hero anyway." I reply, with my best evil sounding voice. he doesn't even reply, he just stands there. staring at me, in complete shock.

"and if you even try to describe to the media what I look like, I'll gladly take an offer from the highest bidder, and kill you, and just for good measure, I'll kill your little auntie too." I snap at him, he takes a step back, then makes his reply.

"f-fine....but you have to tell me one thing." he stutters
"what?" I reply as I inspect my knife nonchalantly.
"you have to tell me what you were doing with deadpool, and why you want to find him."
"first, thats two things, and second, why would I tell you that?''
"because I won't keep you secret if you don't tell me"
"are you deaf? you won't say a thing if you and your aunt want to live" I say, then I reach my hand behind my back, and grab one of my smoke bombs, I'm not taking this crap anymore. I throw the ball at the ground in front of me, and as soon as I'm sure he can't see me, I hop off the roof and slide down the fire escape at the bottom, I jump off, and land on my motorcycle. I quickly strap on my helmet, then drive off.

crap...now someone knows
at least he won't tell anyone
I know, but I wanted the first person to be Wade
again with him!? he's gone, why don't you just be happy? he's gone!
shut up, I'm done with you until I find him
you can't ignore me forever!
not forever, just until I find him
forever

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hey guys! who do you think took deadpool? is Alex gunna find him? and I have the biggest question for you guys....what do you think her assassin nickname should be!? I'll let you guys leave some suggestions in the comments! I'll even give a shoutout to whoever comes up with the best and coolest name! good luck!