A meeting with the “Mercenary With A Mouth”
The pistol was pressed against her head and she could feel it’s cold metal against her scalp.She raised her hands and got up slowly. Her body began to heat up and her legs where numb.
Camilla tried not to show any apparent threats. She glanced at his wounds.Did his wounds just heal? She could have sworn that he had a couple of visible cuts or was it her mind playing tricks on her?Camillas eyes went back to his hidden face.
"Pardon me…I was about to flip you over to check what state you were in but your katanas were in the way." A lump sunk to the bottom of her stomach. Attempt to humanize with him was the reasonable choice she could do now in hope for to strike at the right moment.
"Sacre bleu!" The man in red said, "Parle vous Anglais!" He looked off to the side for a second before slapping himself with the hand not holding the weapon. "Holy crap!" He began again, "You speak English! I haven’t been able to find many English speakers around here, they’re all french, it’s like we’re in Quebec or something" The eccentric man put the gun away and completely dropped his guard.
"Anyway, good question. What state am I in?" He looked himself over. "F&@$… Now I’m gonna need to patch up another suit. All limbs still attached…" He poked at his mid section a bit. "All internals still….. internal. OOOO a new bullet lodged in my small intestine!" He looked back at Camilla, "Gonna be a bitch passing THAT kidney stone."
He seemed to finish and put his hand out to shake, “Name’s Peter. Peter Stark.”
A meeting with the “Mercenary With A Mouth”
What was that bursting sound she heard through the hotel room? It almost sounded like a glass shattering in hear head. Camilla grabbed the metal knob and flung open the door. Quickened beats began to pound as she entered the room.
Mud was spread across the floor from two shattered vases, the balcony door was wide open, a unknown man in a red and black spandex suit from head to toe, was spawled across the carpet with his face down. With a reflex she rushed to the phone to call hotel service about what she had just witnessed. The hand reaches towards the phone but she stops and her eyes turns to the laying body. The man was wearing an utility belt around his waist. Camilla gulped as she stept closer to the body. Crouched down Camilla studied the body.The man wore a harness around his upper body that kept two katanas fastened to his back in an X-shape. She squinted her eyes at the katanas.
“It can’t be?” she thought to herself and studied the katana’s hilt. The pattern…it looked so familiar. Camilla’s lips parted as she took a closer look.Those were the two katana swords that were stolen from a museum in France.She had read about it from a web news article. Whoever this man was,he definetelly looked like a threath. “I have to disarm him carefully before I call for help,” she thought and gently dragged out the weapons.
Before even one of the swords was removed his right hand darted toward his leg and a black Colt .45 was trained on her skull. Still face down the man said, “nuh-uh, that doesn’t belong to you.”
Gun still on her head, the man got to his feet, small cuts here and there in his suit. a few bleeding a bit one rather large gash seemed to be… sealing itself. Visibly healing before the woman’s eyes.
Someone’s got an “eye” for talent!
He’ll never get that “Private Eye” job now.
That “looks” like it hurts
"Ah never said anythin’ about Jarvis!" She looked alarmed now, back straightening and standing infront of him to distract like a child with ADD.
"Deadpool honey, did you get into Logan’s stash of moonshine again?"
"Sugah, we were talkin’ ‘bout you takin’ me out on a date sometime~" she purred, stepping into his personal space.
"I do like where this is going," Deadpool said amorously. However he was now focused on the task at hand. "but if Jarvis has a server here(which he must given that he has access) Stark would’ve given him Omega 13 encryption security codes." He looked to Rogue. "you like that? I just made it up. But that shouldn’t be too too hard to get past. Yeah! Yeah I can do this!" He then seemed to receive a metaphysical slap across the face from an unknown source. "God damn, mun, okay! I’ll pay attention" He turned his full focus to his company. "Oh yes I did. are you finally giving in to the undeniable charms of everyone’s favorite mercenary? What’d you have in mind, mon cherry?" He said in an absolutely horrible impression of Gambit.