#X23 Homo superior Laura Kinney stood still as the man peeled down her shirt. He’d been interested in her the instant his eyes had locked onto her. And now that he was taking in her form he wanted to get lost in her. Rendering her topless he kissed her hard. Magneto watched.

In between kisses she said, “Where is the weapon?” “I don’t know. I don’t have access to it.” They kissed again. As they did so she looked down the dark NYC alley where Magneto was. He nodded. She extended the claws of one hand and sent them into the man’s shoulder. He screamed.

She shoved him up against the alley wall. She kept her claws in him. She then brought up her other hand and slowly extended those claws next... His eyes widened with terror; it surpassed the pain. “Where is it?” “I really don’t know—“

She growled and set those claws near his face... She couldn’t send them in however. Magneto then entered into the light; hand raised. “Careful dear. We need him alive for now.” He let go of her adamantium cutlery. “Magneto!” Magneto smiled. “Yes Mr Baker. Yes indeed.”

“I heard that you were in New York—“ He gasped as Laura pulled her claws out of him entirely. “Obviously that was true,” Magneto said. “We need that weapon.” “It’s not for mutants—“ Magneto sent a trash can lid to hit/push against his throat. “It’s not worth dying for Baker...”

“It’s at the Anvil facility here in the city.” “Where?” Magneto pushed the lid against his throat harder this time. “The underground lab beneath it. It’s meant for human enemies; not mutants.” To Baker’s surprise, Magneto smiled. “Excellent.”

He pulled the lid away. “Now prove your loyalty to the brotherhood my dear.” She slashed Baker’s throat with only one claw extended and then pulled her shirt up. “What about the cops?” “No worries. They are not very popular right now in today’s times. Perfect for mutant kind...”

Laura didn’t know all the op details yet but she had fallen in love with Magneto’s desire to make mutants dominant. And ironically it would come from a super weapon, like a bio weapon, that wouldn’t hurt mutants due to their evolved immunologies. Covid was nothing to them.

It was indeed a bioweapon that Anvil Security had developed for the DoD to be used on various human only enemies. Usually it was something against mutants. In this case Magneto and his brotherhood sought to unleash it on its own makers and all others like them. No peace for man.

From there they returned to the brotherhood safe house. There Mystique watched muted tv news. She regarded Laura with a negative look upon her return. She’d been Magneto’s favorite...until young/lovely/wild Laura had showed up. Magneto sensed the rivalry and let it happen.

“How are things looking Raven?” “Better for us. Humans keep fighting their petty race battles. It’s taken the eye off us considerably. Stark’s approvals are still high but he can’t do anything.” Magneto scoffed. “And here he thought he could fix anything. Such an arrogant fool.”

Raven had put some tea on for Magneto. He poured himself a cup. “How’d it go with the security consultant?” Magneto looked over at Laura. “Let’s just say it was a rather...pointed discourse.” Raven scoffed. “But no finesse though. Shocker.” “Say it to my face,” said Laura.

Raven smiled. Laura growled; her claws slowly extended. Raven pulled out double machine pistols. “Go ahead and I’ll put you down like your mad dog daddy...” “Try it.” “Enough ladies. Focus that hate for humanity. Where it truly belongs.” They complied. “There’s much to be done.”

There was an odd knock at the door. Raven frowned. “Who the hell is that?” “Hey I heard that!” a man said from the other side. “And I’m a mutant not a mutate! Fourth wall moment there like Wondy-locks!” “Who is that?!” Magneto opened the door. “You’re late.” Deadpool: “On time!”

“God no... not him!” “It’s me Mystique; you goddess you...” He danced over to her snapping his fingers. “Give old triple W a kiss! Probably without the mask—“ He was stopped from removing it when Raven put a gun in his face. “Nobody wants to see that hideous face of yours.”

“You wound me. I got this disfigurement in this version when my mutant genes unlocked, not when somebody else did something to me. Got it?” “What the hell are you talking about?” Raven demanded. She pulled the hammer back... Magneto ripped the gun away from her hand. “Enough!”

“I mean really: how can an author tweet about my dialogue in 260 characters or less?! I am famously called the Merc with a mouth for a reason—“ “Shut up!” yelled Raven. Wade Winston Wilson did so; but for how long...? He shrugged at Magneto. “I’m still getting paid right?”

“Yes Mr Wilson; you most certainly are.” “Good; I have to be clear about that from the get go. If you think I’m just another random mutant ideologue then you will think I’ll do this for free. And like Joker said: if you’re good at something never do it for free!” “Who’s Joker?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know Raven sweet cakes...” “Mr Wilson; please focus on the task at hand.” “Sure thing metal man. Your money becoming mine. Ha!” Wade then looked over at Laura whom he hadn’t even noticed until now. “Whoa! Who’s the new babe?” “X23.” “No shit! Girl Wolvie!”

He walked over to her. Her claws extended. His hands went up. “Hey! You’ve convinced me you’re daddy’s girl... Adamantium?” “Mr Wilson, you are a mercenary yes but you are still a mutant—“ “What did I say tin man? I’m an apolitical professional. And yes I do cash all my checks!”

Wade then turned to face Magneto. “I don’t care about being a mutant or mutate. We’re all superhuman. Who cares how we became it. We are.” “It makes all the difference; especially when people try to wipe out your kind.” “Yeah; I heard about your concentration camp stint there.”

“Please let me kill him.” “You will do no such thing.” Wade made a thumbing motion at Magneto. “He’d know. He’s the boss. Can’t say his personality is magnetic though...” “We need you to steal something tonight Mr Wilson.” “Oh? Simple theft? Seems...dull. I’m a top Merc.”

“Yes. It’s a big job though. And Laura here will accompany you.” “Huh?” “You heard me Mr Wilson. Now get acquainted and get going.” “Well, it pays better than being a green lantern doesn’t it?” Laura raised a dark brow. He looked her over. “Black hair, green eyes. That’s exotic.”

He stuck his hand out to her. “Now for proper introductions. I’m Wade Winston Wilson, mutant soldier of fortune extraordinarie, former special operations force veteran...” She growled and walked off. “Definitely Wolvie’s daughter...” He went after her. “How old are you anyway?!”

“We’re stealing a virus.” “That’s it? Covid didn’t even give me a tickle. When I hit puberty and my genes unlocked my healing factor burned me up; but ironically I couldn’t heal due to the nature of the mutation. Can you believe it? If it had been cancer that’d make more sense.”

“What would your father think of us getting together?” She stopped. “Oh sorry. I didn’t mean it—“ “We’re estranged. And I’m 20.” “20! Thank god—!” She scowled at him. “Oh; I mean, I hope you mend those paternal fences some day. I really do.” “So do I. Let’s go.”

“So you can do everything daddy dearest can do huh?” “Mostly.” “Got any other—“ She stopped and put out her foot claws. “Holy guacamole! That is so cool! You know...I’m a serious female foot fetishist...” She stopped at her car. “This POS is our car?” “Yeah.” He sighed. “Okay.”

They got in and she drove them off. “Where‘s this little virus at?” “Anvil Security.” “Slam the F-ing door!” “What is it?” “Anvil are some nasty players; even for the daughter of legendary Wolverine.” “I’m aware of what they are. We can handle it. You’re a top Merc right?” “Yes.”

“And Magneto is paying you well right?” “100 grand. Half now and half after job.” “Not bad.” “Well, kind of cheap actually. And Mr Lehnsherr has a lot more green where that came from.” “Likely.” “Let me guess: you work for free? True impressionable believer and all that?”

Silence. “Your inherited father’s grumpy silence says it all. Jesus, where does Magneto find you guys at? Does he literally overturn rocks in Central Park or something?” “You and Raven seem at odds.” “Seriously? That’s our version of foreplay. We’ve slept together many times.”

“And now that I know you’re not jailbait...” He put a hand on her thigh... “Ah!” Her claws went into his hand. He yanked his hand back. She saw it heal as fast as her wounds did. “Nice.” “Not funny!” She smiled. “Let’s make this work triple W.” “Did you just crack a joke?!”

“It’s good to see that you can hold your own.” “I can do that and so much more honey. I mean, I realize this hashtag thread makes you the protagonist but don’t make me some glorified sidekick with a motormouth. Know what I mean?” They stopped. “We’re close.” “Frontal assault?”

“Yeah.” He brought up his sub guns. “Works for me.” “Take it off.” “What?” “Your mask. Take it off.” “Okay.” He did. “I know I got the Freddy Krueger thing down and—“ She kissed him. He took her in his arms/returned it full force. Why the hell wouldn’t I? He thought to readers.

It was a long deep kiss. It lasted a minute. “I love you Laura...” He put his mask back on. “I really do.” “Do your job well tonight and I will sleep with you.” “Goddamn girl! You are on fire tonight!” “Let’s do this job.” “Lead the way lioness.” They walked up to Anvil’s front.

They walked into the lobby. The guard was reading his phone when he saw the odd couple walk up. “Who the hell are you people?” Wade racked a sub gun and put in the guard’s face. “Your face won’t be as bad as mine even if I pull this trigger but ya get the idea. Where’s—“ Alarm!

“You didn’t!” The guard pulled a piece. Wade put a burst into his chest. “Dumbass.” They heard the menacing tromp of mercenary footwear. “I know those footfalls anywhere!” Mercenaries burst in with heavy weapons. “You guys—!” Laura yelled and lunged right into them slashing away.

“Look at you go! God I love the female form!” He brought up his other gun and started earning his pay. His rounds tore into them on Laura’s sides while she cut them to pieces like a super butcher shop. “Bloody sinners we are! Spray and pray time as they say in the sandbox!”

His sub guns ran dry. He went to a heavy sidearm and put a few slugs into a big Merc. He was flanked by another that hit him twice with a shotgun. He gasped and fell to the floor. He pumped it again to shoot but Wade’s rounds already hit his face; his own wounds nearly healed.

“Ha! It’s all in the genes dickhead! And I don’t mean jeans either!” Laura was holding her own but he wanted some of the fun too. He pulled out one his two katanas and went at the other mercs. “Musashi cometh!” He hacked into them like Laura and did his martial arts dance.

More rounds came at them. Laura took a few of the rounds while Wade dodged them. “Look at me! Faster than a speeding—!” Four rounds hit him but he whooped and threw himself into his shooters and went Deadpool on them. “Now we’re talking. Nothing personal fellows! Money time!”

Wade spun low and cut out a baddie’s legs before slashing his head off. “Much better now believe me.” Laura took the last few down, shells ejecting from her most desirable body Wade thought. “You got that feisty petite thing down you know?” She accessed the elevator control.

Wade spun his sword before sheathing it and reloading. “You know: we work well together. I know you said you’d sleep with me after this job—I intend to hold you to that!—but I think this thread should be named for both of us now.” She looked at him. “Whatever works.” “Ha! Yes!”