Cecily sat, gazing out at the scenery with her hands and ankles bound, restricting her movement. She avoided glancing at Wade and Logan, who were tied together in front of her.

As Wade began to stir, he groaned and muttered incoherent words. "How long was I asleep?" he asked, sounding groggy.

"Not all of you were asleep," Logan replied.

Wade struggled against his restraints, but the man Cecily had encountered earlier stepped in, shaking his head. "Don't bother. They're very thorough," he said, his tone matter-of-fact.

"If you know where we are, start talking," Logan demanded.

"You're in the Void," the man replied. "Think of it as purgatory. Reed called it a metaphysical junkyard where everything useless goes before it gets annihilated forever. It's where the TVA sends people who don't play nice with the rest of the multiverse."

"Like you?" Logan asked.

"And you," the man answered.

"What does the annihilating?" Wade asked.

"Alioth," the man said.

"Alioth? From Loki Season One, Episode Five?" Wade's excitement was palpable. Cecily, on the other hand, found herself lost in Wade's references.

"Everyone here is on the run from Alioth. Most don't make it," the man said. "There's a resistance, though. Other people like us who manage to survive. They're hiding out in the Borderlands, trying to find a way the fuck out of here."

"Then that's where we go," Logan said firmly.

"We? Us? A team?" Wade asked, hopeful.

"The answer is yes. Shake on it," Wade said. Cecily heard the distinct sound of claws extending.

"Fuck!" Wade yelled. "Nicked it. Just got the tip with your little steak knife."

"These others can help us get back to the TVA. They can fix things," Logan said.

The man laughed, a hint of mockery in his tone. "Something funny, bub?" Logan asked, irritated.

"She might have something to say about that," the man replied with a smirk.

"Who's she?" Logan asked, his curiosity piqued.

"In the Void, you're either food for Alioth or you work for her," the man said.

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After a while, they arrived at a makeshift lair. The cage was opened, and several people hurried over, dragging them out roughly. Cecily stumbled as she was pushed around but managed to catch her balance quickly. She watched as the men were hauled out of the cage and unceremoniously tossed onto the floor.

The massive mask in front of them slowly lifted, creating a tense moment as everyone waited to see who would emerge. Cecily squinted, barely able to make out the figure in a wheelchair.

"Is that— is that Charles?" Wade asked, peering through the dim light.

"Hey Chuck, it's us!" Wade called out.

"That's not Chuck," Logan said, his voice flat.

Cecily heard the man beside her mutter, "Ah, shit."

The figure in the wheelchair stood and walked down the steps, revealing herself to be a woman.

"Oh, great. Ableism. That's not going to go over well with the woke mob," Wade quipped.

"A Wolverine," the woman said, studying them. "I wondered when I'd get one of you. You're one of Xavier's."

"You know him? You know Chuck?" Wade asked, puzzled.

"Oh, I knew him. We shared a womb. Tried to strangle the sly little fellow with my umbilical cord," she replied with a cold smile.

"Amen to that. I've never loved roommates either. Mine's blind, except she can see cocaine for some reason. You wanna chime in, your majesty? I'm dying here," Wade said, glancing at Logan.

"Who are you?" Logan asked, eyeing the woman.

"Charles Xavier's twin, Cassandra Nova," she replied.

Cecily's eyes widened in disbelief. She knew Charles's past intimately, having seen his memories countless times, and there was never a mention of a twin.

"You two are adorable," Cassandra said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I have a good feeling about this."

With a snap of her fingers, the restraints fell away.

"And I've been trying to catch this little firefly for years, haven't I, Johnny?" Cassandra said, turning and pointing at him as she walked closer. "Aw, you picked the wrong time to make new friends," she added.

"Oh, Johnny's told us all about you," Wade chimed in.

"Maybe shut up now," Logan said.

"Yeah, maybe don't," Cecily agreed, shaking her head.

"We were just having a chat," Wade continued. "Johnny told us you're a psychotic, megalomaniacal asshole. His words, not mine."

"Hell-bent on domination and pain," Wade added.

"You said all that about me?" Cassandra asked Johnny.

"No! No!" Johnny stammered. "I didn't say any of that."

"Sticks and stones, Johnny!" Wade said. "Don't let her intimidate you. Like you said in the convoy: this finger-licking, dead-inside, pixie-slab of third-rate, dime-store nut milk can eat her delicious cinnamon ring and kick rocks all the way to bald hell."

"Okay, I've never said any of those words in my entire life!" Johnny protested.

Wade laughed. "The modesty. People think I'm a shit-talker, but this guy? Next level."

"What? I, wait, I don't even know what half of that means," Johnny said.

"My hat's off to you, sir, truly," Wade said with a grin.

Johnny continued to stammer until Cassandra, with a dismissive roll of her eyes, flicked her wrist and effectively tore his skin off, leaving only a melted mass of flesh and bones that seeped into the ground. Cecily looked on in disgust as Wade gasped loudly.

"Not my favorite Chris," Wade said with a dramatic flair.

"You stupid piece of shit, you just got him fucking killed," Logan snapped.

"Hey, we're all grieving!" Wade retorted. "P.S., do you know what he was doing to the budget?" He pointed at the pile of bones.

Cassandra shushed him with a wave of her hand. "Alioth is hungry," she said.

"There's been some kind of mistake," Wade said. "Big Yellow is a backup anchor being, Creepy Peanut is just here for dramatic effect, and I'm Marvel Jesus. MJ, if you're nasty."

Cassandra raised an eyebrow. "This may be hard to hear, but there's another British villain who's about to destroy my universe, and I need to stop him."

"Oh honey, you don't really strike me as the world-saving type," Cassandra said dismissively.

Wade fell silent. "Did I hit a nerve?" Cassandra prodded.

"I didn't want it to come to this," Wade said. "Either you help us, or my friend here is going to sing the entire second act of 'The Music Man' with zero warmup."

Cassandra walked past him, causing Logan to ask, "Where'd you get the chair?"

"Once in a while, I do get a Charles through here," Cassandra replied nonchalantly. "Never mind, though. He didn't care to find me."

Wade groaned. "Gen Z and their trauma bragging! Can't you just stuff it down, turn it into an accomplishment or cancer like the rest of us?"

Cassandra turned back to them, her gaze cold. "But I'm not like the rest of you. Except maybe the Wolverine. Together, we could be truly terrifying."

"You're that scary, huh?" Logan asked, unimpressed.

"The TVA certainly thought so," Cassandra said. "They sent me here before I could walk. And you know what? It's the best thing that ever happened to me. I love it here."

"You live in a garbage dump," Wade pointed out.

"I think we both know who lives in a garbage dump. The Void is a paradise. I can wield my power here without shame. Unfortunately, I had no Charles Xavier to teach me temperance," Cassandra said with a hint of bitterness.

"We're mutants. We're never safe," Logan retorted, his claws extending as he lunged at her. Cassandra merely laughed, effortlessly using her powers to drag him across the floor.

Her gaze shifted to Wade. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Wade said, raising his hands. "I don't want any trouble. I don't have any beef with you. I just want to save my friends. I just want to go home."

Cassandra's eyes narrowed. "Well, the thing is, I could get you home."

"Good," Wade said, hopeful.

"But I don't want to," Cassandra finished, her smile cold and unyielding.

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random stopping point ik i apologize but i wanted to publish something of cecily bc i miss her also guys yk i just published a new original fic wink wink i think if youre reading this youll like that one because the main male faceclaim for it is james mcavoy WINK WINK so you should like give it a shot wink wonk