Intangible Lovers

Part 2 of 2

The bright and glorious sun shined over the Xavier Institute on a peaceful morning, it's light shining through your bedroom curtains. The sound of birds could be heard outside your window as you slept soundly in your bed.

Your bedroom proving to be one of the most peaceful places in the mansion right now. Not a sound emanated from the room and not a single thing stirred.

With it being the weekend, nothing of importance was planned and you were free to have a lie-in; which you were more than happy to do.

It's at this time that your girlfriend, Katherine Pryde, or Kitty as most refer to her, enters your room via her mutation as she phases through your room door. Clad in a pair of jean-shorts, a plain white vest top, her Star of David necklace hanging around her neck and her hair flowing freely instead of it being in a ponytail.

You certainly don't mind that she's comfortable enough to just stroll through your bedroom door. Literally. It's an odd yet endearing habit that she's gotten into lately. You're always happy to see her and you love her with all your heart, but you do fear that she may walk in at rather... inconvenient times. Getting dressed being one such example.

"Morning, Sleepyhead." She says through a yawn, her brown eyes looking to your soundly sleeping form.

You don't stir at the sound of her voice. Instead you hum contently and turn over under the covers, lying on your back with your head resting on the pillow. Your locks a slight mess as you continued to sleep.

"(Y/n)?" Kitty asks softly as she slowly walks over to your bed, "Yoo hoo~ Dork?"

The only response you give is a slight mumble as you remain in dream land.

Despite how cute she finds you at this moment, your girlfriend's mind wavers towards mischievous intent. It would be assumed that being in a relationship with Kitty means you're not a target for her pranks. In actuality, it means the exact opposite. A fact that is being proven right now...

She sneaks her way over to the desk across from (Y/n)'s bed, she steps on one of more loose floorboards, an audible creak being heard as a result.

Kitty cautiously looks back to the man she loves so dearly. To her surprise, you haven't even stirred and are still sleeping.

"Phew..." The mutant codenamed Shadowcat whispers to herself as she makes it to the desk, she then quietly as possible, opens a few of your drawers and finds a black marker pen.

"Bingo~" She whispers as a grin pulls at the corners of her mouth, her brown eyes being cast over to you. The phasing brunette leaned forward, her breath held, the tip of her tongue sticking out as she concentrates. The marker pen's tip hovering just above his face... She is dead silent as she tries to enact her mischief upon her dear, unsuspecting boyfriend...

"Don't even think about it."

The muttering of your words makes said brunette jump and yelp in surprise, dropping the marker pen on the floor in the process.

'Gotcha.'

"Good morning to you too, Kitty." You chuckle as you rub your eyes, after doing so your (e/c) meet your girlfriend's playful glare. Usually, you wouldn't get the chance to catch your girlfriend in the act, but, it's always satisfying when you do.

"How long have you been awake?" Kitty asks as she regains her composure.

"Long enough." You answer with a yawn.

"Uh huh." The young Miss Pryde says as she seats herself on your bed, "And since when did you turn into a smartass?"

"Probably happened after I started dating you, maybe your personality is starting to rub off on me?"

"Y'know, I'm thinking I preferred it when you were the strong, silent type." She jokes.

With a warm smile you sit up in bed and prop your back against your headboard, the act of doing so revealing your bare upper body. It also reveals the assortment of faded, yet noticeable scars upon your chest as well. The sight of which causes Kitty's eyebrows to rise before they knit together in a look of both surprise and concern.

"Is something wrong, Kitty?"

"No, no, it's just, uh... How do I say this without hurting your feelings?" Kitty muses, "Where did you get those scars?"

"Oh. These..." You answer as you look down to the subject of Kitty's question. The scars, though faded, are still very much visible. They aren't the kind associated with battle, rather they appear surgical in nature. And they are.

"Well, it's, not exactly a happy story... But I think you should know." You finish as you pat the side of the bed next to you.

Catching on, your girlfriend seats herself next to you and cuddles close as you explain the origin of your marks.

"My life was as normal as you'd expect. Nice home, nice parents. You know how it goes..." You explain, "Then, out of the blue, my mutation kicked in... And my life was turned upside down..."

"Mind if I ask how it happened?"

"It's fine. I remember waking up one morning and I felt like my head was going to implode, I didn't want to go to school that day, but my parents said otherwise. When I went to gym class my headache soothed a bit. We were all playing soccer, I was in goal, and doing pretty well too. Next thing I know, the ball rockets towards my face. I shut my eyes, expecting a broken nose..." You explain.

"I hear everyone gasp and I open my eyes, the ball didn't hit me. Just as I went to run a hand through my hair, I realized I couldn't feel it. I looked at my hand and well, it looked like this..." You use your mutation to turn one of your hands into it's smoke form. Thanks to Charles' mentorship, you've learned to control your mutation, "Looking at the rest of my body, I saw my whole body was made of smoke."

"What happened after that?" Kitty asks, a tone of concern evident in her voice. You change your hand back to it's normal form and continue.

"Let's just say they were surprised. IVery/I surprised. Some of their mouths were open, their eyes were wide. Some whispered to each other, someone had even recorded it on their phone. I panicked and floated out of their, I was surprisingly quick too, I made it home just as my mother got off the phone with my school, they'd told them about what had happened. They'd expelled me."

"Wait, they did what?!" Your computer loving girlfriend exclaims as she sits up and sends you a shocked expression, "Why would they do that? You didn't do anything wrong."

"They said they didn't want to have any bad press by having a mutant-student around. So, I had to be home-schooled."

"Oh, (Y/n), I'm so sorry to hear that." She says softly as she wraps her arms around your neck. Hugging you in an attempt to comfort you. It works.

"It's alright..." You say as you return the affection and let out a shaky breath.

"Did things get better?"

"No." You admit solemnly, "They got worse. A lot worse... A week after my mutation kicked in, I got a message from one of my friends, asking to meet up with them later. When I left the house, I felt strange. Like I was being followed... I was. All I remember then was something sharp hitting me in the back, I felt drowsy and then everything goes black. When I woke up, I was in some sort of lab. Surrounded by scientists."

"Who was it? Who'd kidnapped you?"

"Weapon X. At least, that's what I found out they were called when I escaped... After that, things took an odd turn for me. I was scared, alone and had nowhere to go and no one to turn to."

"So how'd you get here? To the Institute?"

"Well, things took a... 'Crazy turn' of sorts..."

=== New York, A Few Years Ago ===

It was the midnight hour in the Big Apple. The city streets bustled as they always did, lights shining brightly as the chorus of car horns, people and sirens rang out from seemingly all directions.

Amongst the crowds of New Yorkers, a figure in a dark grey hoodie and matching jogging bottoms moved with the intent of not drawing attention to himself. And for good reason. He was on the run and was convinced he'd been recognized...

'They cant have seen me.' You thought as you kept your eyes ahead of you, looking for anyone suspicious who may be approaching. 'There's no way they saw me... right?'

Glancing over your shoulder, you see three burly men dressed in leather jackets and jeans, a dangerous look evident in their eyes. Which are fixed on one thing and one thing only. You.

'Wrong!'

Looking ahead you see three men wearing the same jackets approaching you. The look in their eyes matched with their associates behind you.

'Double wrong!'

From the corner of your eyes you see an alley, a possible escape route. You pick up your pace and head straight down it, looking behind you to confirm they're following you. They are. They follow you down the alley before stopping in a line, seemingly barring your escape.

Turning your attention back in front of you, you see three other assailants in leather jackets stood in a line that prevents your intended escape route at the other end of the alley.

'Three times unlucky I guess...'

"Subject thirty-seven." One man behind you calls out, the mention of your 'label' making you cringe slightly. "It's over. You've got nowhere to go now. You may as well save us the trouble and just give up."

With an audible sigh, you pull back your hood, revealing your unkempt, long hair and your bloodshot, tired eyes. You turn to face the apparent leader of the group sent to retrieve you.

"No." You state as the leader steps forward, "I'd rather die than go back."

"You don't have a say in the matter." He unzips his jacket and pulls out a handgun. "It's only because of your value we're supposed to bring you back alive. So, it's up to you. Easy way..." His associates unzip their jackets and bring out their own weapons; handguns, knives and knuckle dusters, "Or hard way?"

You may not be able to use your power properly, and you may be grossly outnumbered. But you won't be going back to that hellhole alive...

"Hard way..."

"I was hoping you'd say that. Guess we'll have our fun after all, boys."

"Ooh~ 'Hard way', huh? Sounds interesting~" A voice says from above you. Looking up you see a man in a red and black costume, he's peering over the alley from the fire escape that you assume leads to his apartment.

"Mind if I get in on this? Ground floor coming right up!" He jumps down from the elevated position and swan dives straight into a pile of trash bins nearby.

CRASH!

A squealing cat leaps from the pile of bins and runs out of the alley. The red and black clad man's head pops up immediately afterwards, a banana peel on his head. "Yeah, that's right you better run, butt-licker! Go eat someone's goldfish!"

He then looks to you and steps towards out from the pile of bins. You see this strange fellow in more detail. His black and red outfit covers his whole body, no skin whatsoever can be seen. He has a belt of pouches around his waist, a handgun on each thigh and a pair of katanas on his back. You also notice that his left arm appears to be dangling?

"Excuse me, um, is your arm broken?" You ask.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I didn't stick that landing as well as I hoped. One sec..." He replies as he pops his arm back in with a sickening pop, "Ouchie!" He wiggles the fingers on left hand and nods, "I'll give it a thorough 'test drive' later. So, what's going on? Who're you guys? The new T-Birds, only edgier? Wouldn't surprise me really, Hollywood's rebooting everything these days... Funny enough, the ladies call me Greased Lightning, if you get what I mean?"

"Uh, this doesn't concern you. Just leave and forget about all this?" The main thug says.

The talkative man looks to the goon and then back to you, his mask's white eyes looking straight into yours. He sees the panic, fear and desperation they emanate. Looking back to the goon he replies, "...Uh, yeah, that's a no-go on the me leaving. I'm pretty sure you're bad guys and mister hoodie over here's some sort of victim."

The head thug shrugs, "Okay, boys, kill this clown and remember to take the teenager alive. He's valuable." He and his associates start to walk towards the two of you.

"Ooh me oh my, my action-sequence-sense is tingling~!" The costumed man states as he stands next to you. He glances at you and asks, "Hey, you can fight, right? Heh, that rhymed. Seriously, can you?"

"Yeah, I can fight." You answer, feeling hopeful now that the odds aren't quite as unfair anymore. "But, I have to know something."

"Exposition? Okay, shoot."

"Who exactly are you mister..."

"Call me Pool..." Your red and black clad ally replies with a smirk. He then draws a pistol from his thigh and grips a katana on his back, "Dead... Pool...!" To your surprise, he leaps straight into the men blocking the alley on the other side.

Turning your attention to the three men who followed you down the alley, the leader opens fire on you. You respond to this by activating your mutant power. Changing into a cloud of smoke that quickly sweeps across the ground and behind him before reverting back to your regular self, when you do so, you drive your elbow straight into the back of his neck. Rendering him out cold.

You accomplish this so fast it seems as if you teleported. It even draws the attention of the man in red and black.

"Holy smoke bomb! That was awesome!" He exclaims as he looks to you, after having cut one of the thugs down with his katana. Seeing another thug rush at him with a knife.

You dash forward and turn into your smoke form, moving across the ground with startling speed. You change back to your normal self when you're in front of the knife-wielder, seizing his wrist and twisting it so he releases his weapon and you punch him square in the jaw. Your added momentum sends him flying into a nearby wall. He's no longer an issue.

Looking to your left, you see another thug take aim with a pistol. His target, is you.

BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!

Instinctively you change back into your smoke form. His bullets harmlessly pass through you and kill his associate standing behind you. The man who attempted to shoot you then receives a bullet to his head. He slumps to the ground, dead.

Still in the form of a cloud of smoke, you look to the man calling himself Deadpool and find his already drawn pistol's barrel smoking. You would thank him, but, movement from the corner of your eye catches your attention. One of the three remaining goons has managed to sneak up behind the 'dumpster-diver', wielding a machete, he cuts off his hand with a single swing!

"Ouchie-two-point-zero!" Deadpool yelps in a high pitch, his severed hand, and his katana falling to the ground. "Dude! I was gonna use that hand later!" He then shoots the man in the head and looks back to you, "Some people are just so rude."

You change back into your normal form, your face formed into a worried expression, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. This ain't the first time this has happened. Besides, I heal real quick."

"...If you say so."

"Besides we've got those two to worry about."

Looking to the last two goons you see one has drawn a large bowie knife, his companion however brandishes a UZI pistol and sticks a clip into it.

"The guy with the gun's mine. Can you handle the other one?"

"Watch me." You answer as you pick up Deadpool's katana, "Mind if I borrow this?"

"Fine by me."

The machine-pistol wielding goon takes aim and unleashes a hail of bullets at the pair of you, Deadpool shoots back and takes cover behind a trash bin, all the while you shift into your smoke cloud form and snake across the ground, avoiding the gunfire completely as you reform yourself in front of your target. He quickly backs away while slashing at you. You quickly avoid every one while advancing on him with the 'borrowed' katana.

His weapon now empty, the gun wielding thug searches his jacket for a fresh clip. Just as he finds one, the Merc With A Mouth springs out from his cover and takes aim, "Spray and pray ain't always the way to go, Noob." He pulls his gun's trigger, scoring a headshot. He looks to you and sees you're doing pretty well, surprisingly.

Your own bout comes to an end when your opponent attempts a horizontal, sweeping slash. You avoid it and land your own slash against his midsection, a move that proves fatal as he lets out a small gasp and collapses in a pool of his own blood. Dead as dead can be.

"You're not half bad with that, Kid." Deadpool states as he approaches you, as he does so he reattaches his severed hand, "Ever used one before?"

"Can't say I have." You answer as you hand him back his katana, "Thank you for helping me."

"No problem." He says as he puts his weapon back in it's holster, "So what are you? Mutant? Inhuman? You aren't related to that thing from Lost, are you?"

"Mutant. That reminds me, I should be going..." You state as you turn to leave. Only to feel Deadpool's hand upon your shoulder.

"Hey now, Smokey, what's the hurry?" He asks.

"They'll send more people after me. They always do. I need to get a head start."

"Who will?"

You look over your shoulder at the admittedly charming mercenary, "Weapon X." His eyebrows rise as you inform him of who captured and experimented on you, "I take it you're familiar with them?"

"You could say that."

"Then you know I have to go. Now."

"Hold on. I've got a better idea." Deadpool states as he stands in front of you, a sympathetic look evident through his mask, "I know a place where you'll be safe. They can teach you how to control your mutation too. You can trust them."

You shoot him a look of disbelief, "Why would you do this for me?"

"Lets just say I've been in shoes like yours before." He replies as he removes his mask, showing the massive amount of scar tissue that make up his skin. Your brow rising at the sight, "Weapon X messed me up too. Victims like us should stick together, y'know?"

"I...guess you're right." You admit as you offer your hand for a shake, a small smile on your lips, "I'm (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n)."

Your new friend smiles back and shakes your hand, "Wade Wilson."

"So that's how you met Deadpool?" Kitty asks.

"In a nut shell." You answer, "After that, Wade took me to a pizza place and I told him everything that happened to me. The next morning he brought me here, to the Institute."

"And the rest is history..."

"Yep. After he saw me using his katana, he offered to teach me how to use it. He even promised to stop by every so often and check up on me." You continue, "I know Wade can be a real pain in the...you-know-what. But if it weren't for him... I probably wouldn't be here if it weren't for him."

"I wondered why you two were so close." Kitty muses as she snuggles a bit closer to you, "Thanks for telling me."

"It's only fair. If we're going to be together then I feel you should know everything about me. Including why a crazy mercenary is my best friend."

"Well thanks for clearing the air, (Y/n)."

You smile and plant an affectionate peck on your girlfriend's forehead, at least you were about to, if not for her turning her head just in time for lips to connect with yours. When you pull away you notice the smirk on her face and smile fondly, "I love you, Kitty."

"I love you too, you big dork." The lovable brunette chuckles as she leans in closer for another kiss, one you return in full as you wrap your arms around her and pull her into your lap.

Pulling away yet again your eyes meet with a familiar, beautiful pair of brown ones.

"I've just had an idea. After breakfast, why don't we spend the rest of the day like this?"

"Sounds like a plan, Sweetie. You might want to put a shirt on first though."

"I'll have to agree with you on that." You say as you unwrap your arms from around your girlfriend and get out of bed, the act of doing so reveals that you're wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms. You then head over to your drawers to pick out a nice shirt to wear. And you find one, as you put it on you're unaware of the mischievous grin spreading on Kitty's lips.

You turn around and look to your girlfriend and smile. Your eyebrows then knit together in confusion, then irritation as your midsection starts to feel rather itchy. No, wait, very itchy!

'What the...?'

You start to scratch yourself slowly at first, but it soon escalates to a feverish level. By now the prank-loving brunette you love so much is giggling at the sight of you.

'What the hell is...? What the hell's going on? Why am I itching like a dog with fleas?!'

"Kitty?" You ask, "D-Did you put itching powder on my shirts?"

"Yep, I did." She says between laughs, "Gotcha~"

"What? When?!"

"Yesterday while you were in the Danger Room."

Your frustration grows even more, as is evident when you pull off your shirt and continue to scratch, "Laugh while you can, Kitty." You say, "I'm going to get you back for this."

"Oh yeah?" She asks as she slowly shuffles towards your bedroom door.

"This answer your question?" You reply as you turn into your cloud form, the sight of which makes Kitty take off running, phasing through your bedroom door in the process. "Never a dull moment." You mutter before drifting under the door and giving chase...

The End?

=== Extended Ending ===

As the mutant codenamed Shadowcat ran down the halls of the Xavier Institute, her boyfriend gaining on her in his smoke cloud form. Thankfully the halls weren't particularly busy since nearly everyone was getting breakfast. But as the two of them rounded a corner, one door at the end of the hall slowly opened to reveal a very drowsy Logan.

The Wolverine lets out a yawn before noticing the two lovebirds that have literally just passed his door. "Hold it." He grumbles, causing the two of them to halt. You yourself even revert back to your regular self, thankfully you're not itching anymore. Perhaps the actual powder came off when you changed forms?

"Morning, Logan." Kitty says as she turns and looks to the clawed Canadian. When she does she finds herself trying her best not to snicker at what she sees though. As do you. The reason being that someone appears to have written things on Logan's face in his sleep. With permanent marker too.

The words themselves being things such as: Shave me if you dare, world's worst wingman and Stumpy.

"Any of you seen Wade?" He asks with a snarl.

"U-Um, no." You reply despite a slight snicker, "I take it he's the one who..."

"Mhm."

"Haven't seen him. Sorry." Kitty answers.

Suddenly a giggle emanates from the closet across the hall. A familiar one at that...

"Wade?" You call out, "Are you hiding in the closet?"

"Um... ...No?" That's definitely Deadpool's voice.

"Nice try. Come out here and face the music." You finish as the closet door slowly creeps open, revealing the Regenerative Degenerate himself.

"And here I thought my only appearance in this was the flashback..." He says.

"WADE!" Logan snarls as he brings out his claws.

SNIKT!

"Whoops! Is that the time I gotta go, bye you two!" Deadpool declares as he dashes down the hall, Logan following close behind, "Logan, not the face! Not the happy sack! Not the everything!"

Feeling an awkward atmosphere has developed you look to Kitty and ask, "...Okay. How about we go get breakfast?"

"Yeah. Good idea."

The Actual End.

I have to say I loved writing that flashback scene, I feel there wasn't a lot of Deadpool in the first part and it explains how 'you' know the mad mercenary in the first place. Also it occurs to me that this is the fourth Kitty Pryde x Reader story I've written; then again she IS a fan-favourite so it isn't that surprising really...

I only own the story and nothing else.

See you around, my friends!