Thread: Marvel: Crisis in New York (Zomb-PressHeart)

As they tumbled forward onto the ground she panicked for a moment, whatever had just hit him was more than likely after her. There wasn't much time to focus on that though, as Deadpool was quickly at her side asking if she was alright. All Adeline could manage was a nod. This was getting too crazy for her to even try to articulate a thought. Usually her life was pretty boring, even at SHIELD she was typically just a paper pusher. When she was given the opportunity to go undercover she jumped at the chance, and now she kind of wished she had just put her nose down and kept filing away. Looks like no clothing change for you doll, or so say's the role player writing me right now at least. Yea, he was nuts. Still she allowed him to drag her, reaching out for her gun and badge left on small table by the front door as he smashed down her entryway from the inside. Wouldn't it just have been easier to open the door? No, she wasn't going to question it. Instead she just pulled her badge over head as they started to run again, the ID bouncing around her chest and neck as she ran. It must have looked a little strange, considering she was in her underwear, and also had a M1911 pistol in her hand. You will be the damsel in distress and as for me! I, will be your knight in shining armor. Hows that sound? I agree to the distress part... Just as she said it she heard something hit the corner wall she had just turned around. It was a thud, something sharp judging from the fact that she hadn't been coated in drywall dust from the impact. Jesus ! The blonde picked up her pace a little, refusing to turn and look down the hallway at what might be coming after them. With the rising levels of fear her grip on Deadpool's hand tightened a bit, afraid that at some point he might realize this probably wasn't worth the trouble and leave her in the dust. Luckily she was in shape though, and was keeping up with his pace fairly well. Of course with him being taller, he easily covered more ground with his stride. Part of her wanted to look the gift horse in the mouth. Question why she couldn't have a superhero who could fly, or lift tanks come to save her. Granted the ability fly would be far more useful in this situation. Instead of that she was just thankful to still be breathing. After all, the man who was now saving her had initially come to kill her. Against her better judgement she looked behind her, swallowing hard as she saw the man who was after the pair. Adeline was terrified, but still had a bit of determination left. Lifting her gun she fired off a shot. Of course shooting backwards, while running and terrified was not good for one's accuracy. The petite blonde missed their pursuer, but her odd luck kicked in. The bullet burying itself into one of the fire extinguishers along the hallway wall. In an instant it erupted, coating the hallway and the path of the other assassin in a thick white foam. If it hadn't been for the shock on her face, she might have been able to pull off that it was skill, and not a complete stroke of luck. Rogue furrowed her brow a little bit at the mention of Magneto. As tough as she was, getting large metal objects flung at her generally left her a little sore the next day. Still...even that would be better than cooling her heels and babysitting the house. Or instead of stripping... That comment pulled her attention, and before she had any time to question it the young man came at her in a somewhat playful manner. It didn't take long to figure out what he was doing, but as soon as he pressed up against her he would be met with kink in his plan. The brunette beauty just watched as he tried a few times to shove her, with no avail. It was cute, in an odd sort of way. Although the hand on her abdomen tickled a little bit. As he stepped away all she could do was chuckle. Sure, she looked small and fairly helpless...but looks could be terribly deceiving. Feeling a bit restless she took a step forward, grabbing one of Jacobs arms with her gloved hand and pushing herself off the ground. The southern belle wouldn't go to high, just enough to dangle the young man just above the deep end of the pool. Maybe about a four foot fall to the water. Maybe he couldn't push her into the pool, but she could certainly turn the tables. Pushing him would be dangerous though, seeing as how sometimes she didn't know her own strength, the last thing she wanted to do was send him flying off into the fence opposite the pool. It's not nice to push ladies into the pool, ya know? It was easy to hold him, as if he weight absolutely nothing she hovered above him, dangling him like a toy from one arm above the crystal clear pool water. Besides, as an honorary x-men...you're due for some much needed hazing. With a mischievous smile she loosened her grip, dropping poor Jacob into the pool below.