Hello! I am Kat and this is my first post ever. I accept helpful criticism. I would like to improve and the only way I can do that is to share and get tips. I hope you enjoy my first shared story.
Summary: We delve some into the readers past and how she came to join the X-Force. It was a simple process and end with a hint of Cable x Reader. Not much.
Warnings: Blood, self-harm? (I don’t think it would be considered that but just in case we’ll say it) and Crude language.
Words: 1,666 (Funny that’s the number for my first story)
Disclaimer: I do not own any Marvel Characters or the gif used for this post.
You were a little different in the mutant race. Your powers ran through you, literally. You had the power to control the blood inside you, manipulate it. The blood could be used as a weapon, a spell, or could even be used to poison someone, or even save their life. It wasn’t just yours either. You could control others blood once it left their body by manipulating it.
Throughout your entire life, it was a curse to you. Other kids thought you were a monster, their parents would say you were a spawn of Satan. You didn’t get hurt like everyone else. The way your body healed was similar but faster than Wades, one of your closest friends since joining the X-Force. Except, you were born how you were. People knew you were different since the day you entered the world.
A month before you were due, your mother was shot in the stomach. It was your father. He didn’t want you, he didn’t care for your mother. He was pure evil, although, he didn’t think he was. He thought he was doing God’s work.
Your mother wasn’t a mutant, but when your father found out about her family history, the fact that her mother was a mutant, he panicked. It was something she had always kept from him. To him, mutants were creations of the devil. He’d rather you be dead than be born a mutant. There was no way to know for sure but, he didn’t want to risk it.
So one night while your mother was showering, he came in and shot her. He was gone by the time the police arrived. Your mother had been dead for 2 hours by the time they pulled you out of her.
Not only were you still alive, but your small, one-month early body, had a wound where the bullet lodged in your belly. Doctors were amazed you were still alive.
Your life had been tough, and cruel. Every day though, you touched your stomach where a bullet laid as a baby. There was no scar, there was no memory of that day. You realized that there was a reason you were here. Even through everything you’ve been through, you woke up every morning. There was a reason your body healed no matter the injury or disease. That reason came to you months before.
You had just turned 27. It was time you got your awful life together. ‘Get a job, find a man you could marry, have kids, grow old happily and die.’ A chuckle fell from your lips as you thought of that and took a swig of the drink in your hands. You set the bottle of alcohol and stood to grab your keys.
Every day around 12:30 PM the mail arrived. Once a month, on the second Wednesday, you got a check in the mail. You weren’t the best of people. It was survivors benefits for a little girl who didn’t even exist. You created this whole scheme to receive an extra $1,000 a month. Yeah, you were kind of horrible.
Heading out of your apartment and to the mailbox near the front entrance, you unlocked your box. Inside, your monthly check was mixed up in junk mail. It was on time as always. You shut the box and locked it, picking up your neighbor’s newspaper on the way by. Back in your apartment you threw away the junk, set the paper on the table, and went to go change for the bank.
After the bank, you decided to go grab a bite to eat. While eating you checked your phone. Craigslist had some under the table jobs. You never did a job that could get you in trouble. Kind of ironic with how you received money once a month. One had caught your eye. ‘Need kick ass people to be fucking awesome.’ You were going to scroll past it but your finger lingered over the ad. Clicking on it, you read the job description. ‘Come to join the king of jokes, a silver bullet, 777 luck, a moody teen, Yukio, and a racist! We’ll fight crime, have sleepovers, and be best buddies. Plus, kill bad people. Don’t tell the big guy I said that.’
You began to laugh with how stupid the ad sounded. Which made you want to check it out. Especially since there was an address attached to it.
You cut your lunch short as you got up to go to your car putting the address into your phone GPS.
It was about forty minutes away. You were pulling up when you read the sign in front of the building. ‘Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.’ Your eyes grew wide. You knew exactly where you were. “No way.” You said as you parked your car and got out. You were in disbelief because you’ve heard so many stories about the place and the people inside. As you were reading the sign, your attention was averted to the sound of pebbles hitting a window.
“Come on Colossus! You big ol’ silver lugnut. Let me back in! I just wanna give you something for your birthday!” A window opened and the silver man you saw on tv before leaned his head out the window just in time to get hit in the face with a rock, not a pebble. It didn’t do anything but shock him a bit.
“Go away, Wade! You are not to come back in until you apologize for destroying my book. It’s not even my birthday!” The Russian accent was heavy as the mutant spoke. You looked at who he was speaking to. A man who looked like a human avocado in a unicorn robe. “Now g- Hello? Can I help you?” You looked up at the voice who spoke and noticed the metal man, apparently named Colossus looking straight at you.
“Oh uh..” You looked away down to your phone. “I saw the add. I got curious.” You spoke up with the truth. “I should probably go.” You said and pointed at your car, turning to walk away.
“Wait!” The avocado named Wade walked up to you. “You’ve got a look. How about we get you inside and we can interview you?” He leaned close and whispered. “Say yes. It might be my only chance to get inside.”
You didn’t know what came over you at that moment. You felt compelled to say yes, but you just wanted to walk away. You nodded your head. “An interview sounds great.”
Wade looked up at the man in the window. “She wants an interview! Let me in you hunk! Of metal!” You watched as Colossus rolled his eyes and left the window, soon letting you and Wade inside.
You followed him in and stood in a living area. Wade disappeared and soon came in with a red suit on, followed by a few other people. “We got a new one ladies!” He said as he clapped his hands.
There was a woman with a white spot around her eye, Colossus, and a man who wore grey joggers, a black t-shirt, and owned a metal arm. Your eyes lingered on him the longest. “I’m Wade, a.k.a. Deadpool, a.k.a. the gorgeous one of the group.” He then smacked Colossus’ ass. “This is Colossus. His ass looks great in that suit don’t you think?” He pointed over at the woman with the spot. “That’s Domino. She’s lucky. Lucky to have me around. The other one over there is Cable, and no, you can’t plug him into a TV to watch MTV. I’ve tried. Plus, no one knows his name.”
You looked back Cable who had rolled his eyes at Wade before his eyes landed on you. “What can you do?” His voice was deep, gruff might be a better way to describe it. It definitely sounded… Dangerous. You didn’t know how to explain what you did. You thought of a way to explain as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Well uh… I am a mutant.” You reached into your bag before setting it down. You were worried one of them might call you a freak. You thought about it though as you held a knife in your hand. Why would they call you a freak? Think of you differently. They all had something different about them. “Fuck it.” You said lowly as you rolled up your sleeve.
You rolled up your sleeve and put the knife on the inside of your arm, cutting deep and upwards a couple inches.
One positive thing about your powers, it gave you an extremely high pain tolerance. So cutting your arm the way you did, felt like a paper cut.
Blood began to pour from your arm, the others watched in shock that you just did something like that. That was until you closed your now bloody hand, all the blood beginning to form a spear-like weapon as you imagined it in your head, your wound began to heal quickly. You lifted it and let go, your eyes becoming bloodshot as the blood weapon floated. As if with a snap of your finger you commanded the weapon to change into a cube and then a sphere. “I call it blood bending. I can manipulate it outside mine and someone else’s body. I think that given enough force, pressure, and speed, it can even cut someone, kill them. I’ve never been able to practice it. It can poison someone, and it can heal someone. Whichever I please.”
You saw an empty face to the size and you guided the blood inside it. You looked up just in time to see Wade with his mouth wide open. “That’s fucking sick. Like, awesome sick but also a gross sick, but mostly awesome sick.” He lifted his hand, “I speak for all of us when I say you’re in. Colossus? Domino? Cable?” Colossus and Domino looked at each other, nodding Both agreeing with Wade.
You looked over at Cable who just stared at you with a blank face. He got up without a word and walked in front of you, holding out his normal hand. “Looks like your one of us.” He said seriously.
Excitedly, still not knowing what you were up for, you shook cables hand. He let go and walked off.
You smiled at yourself in the body length mirror. The gear you were in was form fitting, showing your curves but modestly. You looked pretty badass if you did say so yourself.
You were given a room at the school, so you didn’t have to worry about bills. Colossus made you stop accepting those social security checks once he found out about them. You could say that three months ago your life has changed for the better.
Your new life was lively, exciting, and dangerous. You found out so much about yourself and your abilities, thanks to Cable. The two of you didn’t have many conversations, but in a way the two of you were close. He kept you on your toes every minute, ready to surprise you with a new attack, to keep you improving your reflexes with combat.
He wanted to keep you ready for anything, even for the day that he wouldn’t be there to protect you. He didn’t admit it, but he believed you were special. You thought the same about him. Words aren’t much between you two, occasional banter, some arguing because you both had an attitude. The two of you were perfect for each other.
Now, only if Wade could find a way to hook the two of you up, despite the fact Cable had a wife and kid in his time.
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