#thewadewilson

[feliciahardyakablackcat]

From Singapore, with love {Black Cat & Deadpool}

"Now this is my kind of mission..." 

"Excuse me miss?" 

"Oh, nothing...here, keep the tip." Felicia said to the valet as she handed him her car keys and a 20 dollar bill. Phase two of the operation was a go, Black Cat and Deadpool were sent to Singapore via SHIELD, and by extension Nick Fury. It was all a part of their plan to do a better job of networking with the 'problem children', the ones like us, thieves, assassins, villains, etc. Black Cat and Deadpool haven't really worked together in the past, which a big reason why SHIELD put them together. It was a sort of test to see if these two wannabe heroes could actually turn over a new leaf and succeed in completing all of their objectives.

They had been doing in-tell and recon for the past two months in Singapore. Trying to gather as much information on the illegal arms and human trafficking over taking the city. And to discover HYDRA's involvement with the arms and human trafficking. The cocktail part in the heart of the city was just the place to get the real scoop. They would be playing the part of a aristocratic couple that were wanting to put some investments down on the trade game. The most influential business people and politicians from the region would be here. It was finally time to find out how far the corruption goes, and put an end to it all once and for all. 

Felicia looked down at her watch, shimmering gold and silver it glinted up at her. "Where is he?" She crossed her arms, her black dress sparkling with the lights of the city shining down on her. This dress was unlike what she typically wears when not Black Cat, which is mostly pink. Her dress was backless and a long gold chain connected to two black straps that were placed over her shoulder blades and tied togeher in the upper center part of her back. The gold chain then continued down to connect to the part of her dress that started right above her tail bone. She wore pearl earrings, her hair was neatly put into a bun with a ring that seemed to engulf three of her fingers, it shined when she nervously moved around waiting, pacing. Her clutch was black with gold trim and a gold pattern of exotic birds and fauna imprinted on it. Lips a deep read she silently prayed that he hadn't forgotten. "Wade..." She passively said to no one, "where are you?"

[livingcontrivancea]

[livingcontrivancea]

[silverclaw]

Moriré otro día. | Deadpool y Silverclaw

She liked to come up here at night and prowl along the rooftops where the stale air of the city below met the blustery cool winds that swished around the upper floors of derelict apartment buildings and fancier law firms or trading offices. The shapeshifter claimed that it helped her to sleep at night- to give one last loop around the nearby buildings to ensure that everything was normal. Well, as normal as it could be- this was, after all, New York City. In all honesty, the prowling and stalking was perhaps just the opposite; a byproduct of not being able to sleep, in fact.

The wind was but a whisper in her ear, whistling by like an irritating child and tugging at her hair that hung loose past her shoulders. She stopped, perched on the ledge of a building overlooking a four-way intersection that glittered like Christmas- all red and green traffic lights with the orange-y glow of streetlamps below. It was mesmerizing, the city at night. She preferred it like this. Quiet.

Although. Her heightened senses picked up the sound of movement- not by any fault of the sneaker’s own, of course. A body in motion displaced air whether he liked it or not, and the shapeshifter had caught wind of it. Maria turned just as the flash of red and black landed atop the same rooftop- her rooftop. She bristled visibly and stared, the tips of her fingers beginning to slowly sharpen and meld with the silver of her flesh. Cautious. The figure appeared to be a hero, brandishing twin swords that- were they slick with blood? She squinted, suddenly wary of the masked man. “Quién eres tú? Who are you?” she asked, her native language slipping from her mouth quicker than English, but she corrected herself, straightening  and dropping her shoulders. 

[poisonouswidow]

Sempiternal || Wade and Natasha.

Location: Manhattan. Time: 08:17 AM

Delicate sunbeams illuminated the conspicuous pavements and the precincts of the headquarters that contained the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, an organisation otherwise known as S.H.I.E.L.D. Another dawn had arrived in which a merciless blanket of icicled water continued to cover the earth beneath without remorse. The complicated seductress had appreciated the inexorable winter since she was a mere child that hadn't been fortuitous enough to posses innocence, the beautiful chaos and silent destruction that surrounded her more than addictive. Nature beneath would scream as consequence of the vicious situation, comparable to her piteous victims whenever she had located them, and thousand plants would die before each was reborn. Nature was beautiful, but quite misunderstood, much to the woman herself. 

The entire universe had never experienced a woman quite as complicated and passionate as Natasha. The merciless winter was her fascination for a reason: The temptress savoured indescribable admiration for the beautiful death as consequence of the arrival of the season. Nonetheless, she herself would always be a flame: untameable, ravenous and capricious. The favourable curlicues with the redness of the luscious blood of her previous victims cascaded down her back, almost as if in a perfect metaphor to her personality. Despite her sometimes questionable thoughts, however, Natasha had changed. Whether she had made the correct decision was another question. The undeniable truth remained that at times even she did not know.

Exhaustion contaminated her as she emerged from the headquarters' entrance. She had seen aurora and luminescence alternate in the amount of time she had spent there. Even so, she didn't feel as if she had accomplished anything of particular importance, which caused infuriation to consume her from within as she travelled towards one of the thousand coffee shops down town. Whereas her emotionless countenance never deceived her, sometimes she did experience the relentless desire to murder some of her acquaintances. Most of their presences she could endure, however, some she could not.

Intoxicated with numerous considerations and fantasies about murders that would never take place, she did not notice the man before the distance between them had become almost non-existent. Cautiousness consumed her as she experienced the sensation of his stare on her skin and immediately her eyes shot up. Fantastic. She thought as the realisation of his identity struck her like thunder. Just what I needed.