Marvelous Transmigration - [Chapter 26] (Patreon)

Deadpool remained in the same position for a few seconds, seemingly waiting for the applause that rightfully should follow his heroic declaration.

Emilia managed to shake off her astonishment at such a man actually existing, she liked Deadpool as a character but now that the batshit insane mercenary declared his willingness to kill her she'd have to retaliate in kind, not that she put too much faith in actually managing to do so. In some Marvel universes, the actual concept of Death was in love with this dude and made him more or less immortal by all rights.

Still, Death couldn't fault Emilia for trying. Deadpool held his same stance as he failed to notice his feet no longer being attached to the ground, this close to Emilia he was in the epicenter of her telekinetic powers. She squeezed, grimacing at the sickening sound of flesh, organs and bones being mashed into a football-sized ball of gore under her powers.

She flicked her arm, the action saving her from having to visualize the meatball being under her mental hold and chugging it away. Wade soared through the air with a gurgling scream before he splashed onto the wall, soon after she could already make out the gurgling sounds as the immortal mercenary was cursing her up to the nine hells in such a colorful language that it made her blush slightly.

"Was that necessary?" Jean looked where Wade impacted the wall left a bloody mark on the white paint, her lips pulled in tight line.

"Yes," Emilia shrugged, her focus already back on sending the shielded agents to the afterlife, "He'll be up and running before we can finish here, you can handle him next time if you want but I doubt even you could kill him."

"If you are sure," Jean tore her gaze away from the macabre wall paint, now that civilians were out of the building she could join Emilia in tearing apart their foes.

"You," Emilia grunted as with a force of will another mental shield was drilled through, "don't have to do this, I can handle them."

"That's nice of you but I want to," Jean said, her jaw clenched as she made sure to keep her attention on the dying agents, "I can't just push all the burden of murder onto you."

"You could," said Emilia, "and I wouldn't mind."

"And I love you for it but I'd hate myself if I took you up on that offer."

Emilia turned to stare into the heavy gaze of her lover, Jean's emerald green eyes glowed with barely contained power and unflinching determination. She nodded.

"If that is what you want you know I'd never stop you."

"Oh, yes I know," Jean smiled but her eyes remained unchanged, promising death and rebirth through fire to all of her enemies.

With Jean joining in the number of their enemies dwindled, Emilia noticed some of them fleeing but she made no effort to stop them, there were far too many cameras around here so the least of their worries were fleeing agents. Unlike Emilia, Jean didn't need to use the same 'drills', her psychic flames burned through the shields when she put her will into it, none of them taking more than a few seconds to fade away.

As Emilia was so deep in concentrating on her attacks she barely noticed her right thigh giving out under her before she collapsed onto the floor, her barrier was kept in place despite the sudden spikes of pain ravaging her body with her thigh burning the most.

She gritted her teeth as she glanced down at the offending limb and was stumped as she noticed a wound, a single clean gunshot wound going in on the front at out on the back. Somehow a single bullet got through her barrier, which was concerning.

Still, she wasn't some naive college girl anymore, Jean tended to get rough during spars so the pain wasn't a new experience but the fact that she was injured was an astonishing fact. Her telekinesis snapped out and paralyzed the remaining five agents still very much intent on filling the two of them with bullets, especially now, emboldened by Emilia's state.

*It's alright,* she sent to Jean, dousing the furious flames she felt bubbling under the skin of the girl, *I'm alright, a few hours and not even a scar will remain.*

Jean huffed in exasperation, then sighed and shook her head, *Alright, but I'm still burning them to ash.*

Meanwhile, Emilia considered what she could have done better to avoid getting shot and the only viable thing was not standing still like a nice little target dummy and making her barrier better a single film of psychic energy that could stop artillery shells seemed to be insufficient. They couldn't go on like this, what if that one shooter got lucky and got her in the heart or head, or worse, shot Jean in either?

"Wait!" The flames stopped in their tracks, just short of leaping onto the mind of the last man still trying to pull the trigger of the gun in his hand despite Emilia's telekinesis making it useless. He probably didn't know that in another millisecond his mind itself would have been incinerated and his body left in a catatonic state.

"Yes?" Jean tilted her head, her disheveled mane flaring all around her like the flames of a roaring bonfire.

"I want something from him," Emilia said, glancing at the man who just now seemed to realize that he was walking on the edge of death.

"Sure," the flames snuffed out without a trace and the redhead stepped back, her hair finally deciding to give some face to gravity and fell onto her shoulder and back, causing the girl to try to tame it as Emilia watched on in amusement.

"Why am I alive mutant?"

Emilia turned back to the man and tore his pistol out of his grip without effort, making a show of crumbling the weapon into a small ball and dropping it before she released her hold on his body. He collapsed onto his knees, the supernatural power not supporting him from one second to the next.

In the meantime Jean carefully lifted Emilia and placed her into her lap as she fussed over her wound, making sure no contaminants remained inside as Emilia grimaced throughout. Feeling small gravel get torn out of your fresh wound wasn't an enjoyable feeling, surprise.

"Call Fury," Emilia ordered calmly, "your mental shield is gone so don't make me crawl into your mind and search for his number."

The man stared up at her, his teeth gritted as his fist clenched and unclenched but Emilia just gazed at him apathetically.

"Don't look at me like that," Emilia felt insulted by the mere fact that this ass had the gall to be angry at her, weren't they the ones who'd been hounding her and Jean for months? The ones who came here with more than a hundred well-trained killers just to murder two young women? Because that's what they were here to do. None of them had a single drug or sleeping agent, only live bullets, some of which somehow even penetrated deeply into her barrier, "I want a damned truce with you psychopathic asshole of a boss, so call him or I swear I'll tear your mind apart, bit by bit."

Emilia restrained a sigh of relief as the agent started fiddling with his phone, entering codes and scanning his retina like he was a spy from some nineties movie. Unlike what she claimed, her psychic feelers were already deeply embedded in his mind, at the first sign of him activating some sort of secret code or self-destruct function on his phone she was ready to paralyze him.

She felt angry and annoyed enough to go through with her threat too but the mere knowledge that Jean would be upset with her if she did so banished the thought of actually doing it.

"I have returned from the dead, AGAIN!"

"Hi," Emilia said dryly, flexing her psychic muscles should she need to send the moron flying again.

"Ah, shitsticks, I'm so not getting paid for this," I dejectedly swept his gaze across the hall of dead SHIELD agents.

"I doubt they wanted to pay you anyway," Emilia shrugged, feeling no hostile emotions from the mercenary, "Did they tell you anything about us anyway, Mr. Wilson?"

"Oh, to hear my name spoken by such a melodious voice, you are going to make me go red, redder, REDDEST!"

"Is this guy a clown?" Jean asked, her tone carrying a hint of bewilderment as she watched Deadpool kick his legs in the air like an overexcited schoolgirl.

"Yes."

"How mean," he rolled over to his stomach, propping his chin up with his fists as he continued to swing his feet back and forth, "and yes, I have been told that two young mutants that were out of control needed a good dose of lead insertion into their bodies."

"Not exactly a detailed briefing."

"Well," He brought a finger to his cheek as he tilted his head, "they did forget to mention that you two could pulp a city block without lifting a finger so I guess you have something of a point, Congratulations!"

"I assume they offered to heal your scars?"

"Indeed," he nodded sagely, "not that I put too much weight on that promise, on the other hand, the five hundred grand they gave in advance was much more convincing."

Emilia gulped, Yep, for half a mill she'd consider killing a random person if it came down to it, even if she wouldn't actually do so now.

"I am ready to initiate a call," the nearly forgotten agent called out, "Headquarters said the Director is willing to hear you out."

"Stellar," Jean snorted, "we should have done this before."

"Ah I think you need a bit of an introduction with an asshole of Fury's caliber," Deadpool said, having taken up a lotus position to preach his wisdom to the two young ladies, "like slaughtering his fancy anti-telepath boy scouts."

"Connect the call," Emilia said with a sigh, she had to admit that Deadpool was just as amusing in real life as he was in the comics when he wasn't trying to put a katana through her organs.

"...Connecting...Connected: Miss Novak, Miss Grey. It is not a pleasure to meet you, what do you want?"

"A Truce," Emilia stated calmly, taking Jean's hand into hers, receiving a soft squeeze in return.

"Impossible...you are either brought in chained up from head to toe or in a body bag, there is no third option."

Emilia listened, her mind racing faster than any human had a right to do so as she compared Fury's voice to every accent she knew and tried to figure out which Fury she had to deal with on this Earth. It didn't take long to cross out the comics Fury and figure out that this one had a similar voice to Samuel L. Jackson who played him in the movies even if it was far from a perfect match.

She reaffirmed that she couldn't rely on meta-knowledge, now the question was whether Fury was closer to the psychopathic control freak of the comics or the much milder Fury of the movies.

"You have sent a hundred of your agents into certain death, we didn't want any of this, and let's face it, there is no option where we are giving up ourselves to the government."

*I don't think that's how you do negotiations dear.* Jean sent through the bond.

*Just wait a bit,* Emilia elbowed her girlfriend, *Can I offer up that we are willing to take on some jobs for him like mercenaries?*

*Only if I can veto any mission after briefings, I am not going to be used as a glorified assassin or kidnapper.*

*Of course,* Emilia squeezed her occupied hand, feeling Jean's soft palm in her hand managed to calm her nerves for the negotiation, "BUT, we would be willing to work for you, as mercenaries like Mr Wilson here or more closely depending on you."

"Unacceptable, you are both national security risks, at the very least you'd have to be under constant surveillance and in house arrest when not on a mission."

Emilia's mood brightened instantly, the offer was worse than a pile of dung but it was an offer, he was negotiating and not just putting down the phone. There was a chance that he was playing for time as an airstrike or something got to their position but Emilia was fairly sure that blasting an international airport was a no-go even for Fury.

"Many people forget how versatile telepathy is Director, its primary use is not mental combat or making thralls like some knockoff vampire but information, there is no secret that can be kept from us and I think I know a few secrets you'd be very interested in."

"You got me curious girl, what 'secret' do you think could dissuade me from sending assassins after you until one gets lucky?"

"How secure is this line?" Emilia asked back instead, "How many people are listening in on your end?"

"Speak," he said gruffly, "Nothing you could say could convince me to chase out my high command from the room."

"Well let's start with a fun fact then," Emilia rolled her eyes, "Steve Rogers isn't dead and I know where he is."

"...Prove it," said the man over the phone, his voice going more serious but Emilia knew doubt when she heard it.

"It is not something so easily proven," Emilia shrugged, "but I am willing to tell you the location if you are willing to consider my offer, wouldn't even a chance of finding him be worth it? And if I lied I'd be much closer to you than now, there is no use of me lying to you."

"Very well," Fury said coldly, "I assume you want a private conversation for the rest, fine, give me a minute."

Emilia took the time to turn her head at the extremely curious Deadpool now sitting less than two meters from her.

"Please scram for a bit," Emilia told him, "I don't want to wipe the conversation from your mind afterward, your mind is far too weird for me to dip even my toe into it."

"Pretty please? I promise I won't say a word about this, pinky promise?"

"No," Emilia said resolutely, "I can't imagine being turned into a meatball was a fun experience but it seems like you want to go through it again?"

"Ah ma'am I seem to have something extremely super important to do right until you call for me in that...umm...yes, that bathroom over there, cyaaaa~"

Emilia watched Deadpool skip into the bathroom, she shook her head at his antics before turning her gaze onto the agent, "Does the call need you to be present?"

"*gulp* ...no."

"Then get out of here," she waved him away, "If you raise your weapon on my girlfriend a second time I'm going to test whether you can survive what I did with Deadpool."

The man gulped as he scrambled to his feet and with a mournful look at his gun-turned-metal ball skedaddled out of the room. She didn't have to wait more than another minute for Fury's voice to return to the phone.

"I am alone, what is this great secret you are sharing with me?"

"I killed that one agent of yours, Vincent Blackwood a few months ago."

"I suspected as much but you are not making a great case for yourself with this 'secret'."

Emilia rolled her eyes, "I don't know what kind of selection process is normal in SHIELD but I didn't think serial-rapists were agent material, anyway that is not what I wanted to tell you-"

"WHAT?!"

"*cough* Anyway, when I felt his surface thoughts I killed him out of instinct when he selected me as his next target, but what I only found out later was that he worked for two organizations at the same time, one of them being your illustrious SHIELD."

"A single double agent is a concern but not enough for me to even consider not putting you behind bars."

"But you see among all the little shitheads you've sent after me, quite a lot of them were just like Backwood," Emilia continued with a steady voice, "Every single one of them was sleeper agents, for when you kill one of them two shall take their place."

"...Bullshit, don't think you can fool me girl with historical boogeymen."

"Sitwell, Strucker, Zemo, check out these three if you doubt me Fury but keep your guard up, your organization is filled to the brim with snakes."

"If I find out that you've been fucking with me you're going to wish one of my assassins succeed girl."

"Good thing I'm not," Emilia rolled her eyes, "Think about it Fury, I am the perfect interrogator you could wish for, no anti-interrogation training can hide anything when I can read their minds like open books."

"I'd have to trust what you say for that."

"You can confirm afterward."

"Fine," to say the word seemed to cause physical pain to the man, " I admit, your offer sounds tempting but the moment one of the psychic shields on my agents as much as flickers in your presence I'm blowing you to the nine hells."

"I assume that's the best I'll get," Emilia said with a frown.

"You assume correctly, now onto the details...and the location of Steve Rogers."

Emilia restrained a sigh, this was a good start, she'd have a truce that would give her ample time to grow her powers until the New York Invasion. With the timeline being fucked up and her not knowing which instance of Earth she is on she needed all the power she could get.

For all she knew genocidal aliens would invade Earth the very next day.

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What do you all think about where this is going?

To be honest I just winged this part as it felt natural for Emilia to try bargaining with Fury but it might have felt a bit weird to some or out of the blue.