CHAPTER NINETEEN:
OPERATION SAVE KETTI
(AND THE PROBLEMS THAT COME WITH HER BEING A FUCKING SLUT)

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SYDNEY GREEN HAD ALWAYS BEEN CATHOLIC.

(Thank GOD we're meeting Syd now. Wait...is this offensive if I thank the guy upstairs in question during a segment of organic disbelief? Yes? I don't give a fuck, I'm doing it anyway.)

Sent to a girl's home at a very young age, Sydney was raised with the knowledge that only one person — or, entity rather — had her back. Her side. Her best interests at heart.

Only God knew what was good for Sydney and only God could ensure she found her true purpose.

Sydney stopped believing in God when they came for her.

And only when she met Ketti Kipps, did she realize that maybe God was in fact real. And maybe he did have a purpose for her.

—

Ketti blinked awake, mumbling incoherently as she tried to adjust to the bright lights.

"There she is," a female's voice grabbed her attention.

Ketti looked through the glare of the light, realizing she was stuck in some sort of cell with metal bars. A prison maybe?

She wished she had powers like her boyfriends (this is a huge step, it's the first time she's remarked us as such, everyone, remember your fucking places) but alas, she was exceedingly ordinary.

"I—I think you have the wrong person," Ketti replied, glancing around. She jumped when she spotted the man from earlier.

Masked up, metal arm, eyes cold and dark, shrouded in shadows and watching her ominously.

"I think you're an idiot," the girl replied with an eye roll, stepping out from behind the man and kneeling next to Ketti. "You have no clue what you're involved in, do you?"

Ketti frowned, trying to keep her eyes on the blonde in front of her, but they kept venturing to the terrifying man in the corner.

(Full Winter Soldier garb in a prison cell is fucking nightmare fuel, I don't blame her.)

"Snow," the man spoke firmly, deliberately, almost robotically. Chastising her. Strange.

He was in charge, then.

"Why am I here?" Ketti asked the girl quietly, meeting her blue eyes.

"Because he needs you to be."

"Who?"

"The man who owns everyone."

—

Wade was fucking pissed.

(Yeah, I was. Is this a fourth wall in a fourth wall break? It feels like it. Let's count it.)

Peter had a huge gash across his chest and a torn spider suit, Gwen had a broken ankle from when she'd tried running and fell, Laura got stabbed, Logan was seething, and Johnny was fucking hanging around helping them.

Fuck, he was so annoying with his perfect face and charismatic personality. Wade wanted to break his nose.

So when he got back to Ketti's place, Logan behind him, hoping to see her perfect little smile and get some great congratulatory hero sex for saving the day and rescuing Gwen, his attitude only got worse when he saw the apartment empty.

"Where is she?" Logan asked when they entered. "Kitten?" He called out.

Nothing.

"Loki?" Wade called, thinking the god would know.

No answer.

Logan and Wade exchanged a look, both taking to searching the small apartment, and Wade's stomach dropped when he spotted her phone on the kitchen floor.

She wouldn't have left without it. She liked spamming him with rick-rolls too much, she'd never —

Oh fuck.

"Logan," Deadpool grabbed his attention, holding the phone up for him. Logan glanced at the object in his hand, then at him.

"I think someone's made the biggest mistake of their life," Deadpool said carefully, forcefully casual, the anger brewing deep in his chest and biting through his words. "Let's go find our girl."

—

It was fucking Johnny who had the idea.

"Someone's gotta know she's yours," he said, leaning against Ketti's counter, sipping on a cup of coffee.

With her favorite fucking mug (the audacity, who does this guy think he is?) and coming up with ideas like he's some sort of fucking gift to the world.

(I'm Marvel Jesus, not this asshole.)

"Who'd you blab to, smartass?" Wade snarked.

"He's just trying to help," Peter piped in, Gwen next to him in the sofa. "We're all worried for Ketti."

"I don't have enemies here," Logan spoke up. "Not this universe. Maybe it's Matt. They've been friends for years. Or Frank. They took Gwen, so I don't think it's Peter."

"Fucking Frank," Wade rolled his eyes in exasperation, leaning back against the wall next to Logan, seeking comfort from him. "This would've never fucking happened if we'd forbidden her from seeing him."

"What century do you live in?" Gwen asked. "Ketti makes her own decisions. Besides, Frank was really into her. He'll wanna help."

"Fuck no," Johnny shook his head, a bitter expression on his face. "She's not his."

"She's not yours either, pal," Logan remarked dryly.

"Raise your hand if you haven't fucked Ketti," Peter held his hand up. Gwen and Laura followed suit. "She's such a slut."

—

Matt knew immediately it was Fisk. It was always fucking Fisk.

He controlled the underground, controlled the city, wanted to take down he and Frank. And even Spider-Man.

Matt wasn't even positive that he didn't know Peter's identity. He'd do anything to destroy them all — and Ketti was the thing that brought them all together.

"So what do we know about this guy?" Logan asked, handing Wade a cup of coffee, but Wade shook his head in response, pulling his mask over his face.

He didn't need caffeine, he was running purely on anger.

"He's the Kingpin," Matt explained. "He operates underground, controls most of the police force, and there's been talk of exonerating him. It doesn't surprise me that he's made connections outside from within."

"What kind of connections?" Johnny asked. "Who're we looking for?"

"Bloody Mary," Peter answered after a small pause. "Has to be. She's crazy, completely nuts, and obsessed with him. He'd use that to his advantage. She practically worships him."

"Okay, she anything special?" Logan asked.

"She's a mutant," Matt spoke up, his voice softer, something regretful in his tone. "Typhoid Mary, she's, um...she's powerful."

"That's fucking great, you banged her," Deadpool commented. "Of course you did. What is with you all banging the wrong people? Just stay in your own lane. Frank Castle, Bloody Mary. Peter's banged Venom—"

"—I did not—"

(He doesn't need to lie, we all know the truth.)

"Anyway," Gwen cut in, giving them all a look. "Mary and Fisk. Would they have underlings? There was no notion as to who took her, but Ketti can put up a fight."

"Unless she was caught off guard," Laura pitched in. "Incidentally, where the fuck's Loki?"

"That's a great question," Deadpool nodded. "He caused problems as a cat and he's doing nothing short of fucking nothing as a god. Great."

"Maybe he was taken too," Peter suggested. "I don't think he'd just abandon Ketti. He seemed to like her."

"Everyone likes Ketti," Johnny rolled his eyes. "She's fucking Ketti."

"Technically, Logan and I are fucking Ketti," Deadpool quipped.

"Technically, I have too," Johnny retorted. "You're not special."

(Who the fuck does this guy think he is talking to me like that? I'm Marvel Jesus. I saved the multiverse. He's not even Johnny Storm who died for something beautiful. He's just the next person whose guts I'll spill onto the floor.)

"Careful," Logan's eyes flickered to Johnny.

Johnny rolled his eyes, glancing to Peter, who minutely shook his head. (I fucking hate that they're friends. He should be friends with me and Logan. Not fucking Johnny Blaze. Fucking Johnny with his perfect hair and sculpted jawline. Pretty boys stick together I guess. Fuck.)

"Matt, has anyone else caused problems for you recently?" Peter asked. "Big fights or people that won't go away."

"Frank," Matt quipped. "Guy's not my favorite person."

"Join the club," Logan glanced to Wade. "Does he have enemies?"

"Of course," Matt nodded. "He and I work together occasionally, we're not friends, but we're not enemies, either. Oh no," he whispered, shaking his head, realization flooding him.

"Speak up," Logan ordered.

"Tombstone," Matt murmured and Peter groaned in realization. "He caused problems for awhile, but then just disappeared. If he joined up with Fisk, there's a problem."

"Why?" Deadpool asked.

"Aren't you a superhero?" Johnny asked.

(I'm an antihero, technically, but sorry I was busy taking out Omega-level mutants and missed the memo against a guy named after an epitaph. Fuck you, Johnny.)

"Quiet, Blaze, the adults are talking, go play with your matches."

Johnny gave him the bird.

"The guy's super strong," Peter spoke up, looking around the ragtag group. "He's like...throwing cars with one hand strong. Like it's nothing."

"I can take him," Logan spoke up. "Me and Laura, we'll be fine."

"Hell yeah," Laura nodded. "Anything for my new mommy."

Deadpool snorted at her words, shaking his head in amusement. The adopted family trope that Laura referenced constantly never ceased to amuse him.

When it came to Vanessa, Laura wasn't very nice to her. She preferred that Wade and Logan actually admit their feelings and Vanessa, as much as Wade loved her, didn't want to share him with Logan.

But Wade didn't want to live without Logan.

Laura knew that and decidedly adopted Wade as a secondary father figure.

(Neither Logan nor I really wanted a kid in Laura, but she wanted us as her dads, despite being almost twenty. So she's our child now.)

"Okay, where do these fuckers hold up?" Logan asked Matt and Peter.

Peter opened and closed his mouth. "I don't, uh...I usually waited until they came after me. Fisk isn't really my fight, Matt and him have the beef. And Tombstone likes to come after me. I've never met Bloody Mary, just heard of her."

"Typhoid Mary," Matt corrected gently. "Bloody Mary's not — that's not who she is."

"Oh, man, you're fucking in love with this girl, are you?" Deadpool asked.

"No," Matt shook his head. "She's — she was important to me once. But Ketti's my family."

"Good," Deadpool nodded. "Because if something happens to her because you hesitate, I will fucking kill you."

"Woah, let's not get hasty," Peter said with wide eyes. "Everybody, just...take a breath. It's tense. We're okay. We'll get her back."

(In what condition? For how long? I should've never fucking let her out of my sight, fuck, my sweet baby in so much trouble like this.)

"What does Tombstone look like?" Gwen asked. "I know Fisk from the news but...isn't Tombstone just the silver-looking guy in a suit?"

"Yeah," Peter nodded as Matt shrugged.

"I can't really confirm that," he remarked dryly.

"Okay, then who's the guy with the arm?" Gwen asked.

"What guy with what arm?" Peter replied.

"The guy who took me," Gwen said. "His face was covered by some sort of mask. And he was super strong. And he had a metal arm. Picked me up like I was nothing."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Deadpool asked, throwing his head back with a groan. "We have to fight the fucking Winter Soldier?"

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