Canon Fodder

CHAPTER 406 FAVOR

“If it isn’t the snowy psychic stripper from my dreams,” I said as I opened the door. Emma Frost stood there, blushing. Her cheeks were a deep red, easily sticking out against the white sex outfit she was wearing. I could telll she had been peeking into the minds of the other two inhabitants of the apartment. She wore a white fur coat, white lace corset, and white leather skirt. Her blonde hair cut short she had deep blue lipstick and eye shadow on. 

“Hello, Weston,” she said, doing her best to meet my eye. “I uh, meant to call. But I’ve been busy with the Club.”

“Ah right,” I said. “You did owe me a date. But as you can tell, it’s not the end of the world.” I wore my best grin and looked back to Maddy who was visible on the couch. “Want a turn? I doubt they’d even notice you.” A part of her did which made me smile wider. 

“I am here on business,” she said, squashing the thought. Elektra had helped provide protection for the slave auction. I wasn’t surprised she had dealings with the Hellfire Club.

“Elektra is asl-”

“You,” I she said. “I need you.”

“Normally I’d love a woman telling me that,” I said with a sigh. “But I will need more information.”

“The thing today, at the school,” she said quickly. “We have some interested parties. They would like… answers.”

“Oh right,” I said with a nod. “I forgot some of the clubs spawn went to school there.” I looked back to the girls and accepted the fact they would be a little bit. “What do I get out of it?” I asked.

She frowned. “What do you want?” 

I looked her up and down. Her heart actually fluttered a little, but she had spurned me by not coming to me for our date. I had done her a solid by giving her Killlgrave and was yet to receive my payment for past services. I wasn’t about to reward her for such behavior…besides I just came, I wasn’t that horny yet. 

“We will see,” I said. Stepping back into the apartment I left a note and walked out the door. “Let’s go.”

“What? That easy?” She asked, catching up. 

“What can I say? I’m all for helping a concerned parent,” I said. We got to the elevator. “We flying or…” 

“Car,” she said. “I uh have a driver and it would be annoying.” The elevator doors closed and a part of her hoped I would jump her. The weeks apart had really done wonders for the girl. She had once been cold, but now I could tell she desperately wanted to get laid.

“What? Can’t find a man worth your time?” I asked, eyeing her up and down. 

She frowned, anger flaring. “How would you know?” 

“You’re not the only psychic,” I said. “Need me to clean the pipes?” 

“You literally smell like a whorehouse,” she said, sniffing, which wasn’t a no. And she wasn’t wrong, the women’s scents were all over me. “I’m just busy.” 

“Is the Hellfire Club at least everything you wanted it to be?” I asked.

“That and more,” she said. I could feel she was actually happy to talk about it, but stopped as the elevator opened. We walked out the lobby of the high end apartment building and a fancy limousine was waiting for us. I got in and the driver left. Emma moved closer to me and continued talking. “Killgrave is in Europe.”

“What?” I hissed. “That wasn’t the-” 

“I know,” she said. “I’m sorry. I pushed for it, but the man had a lot of money stashed, and offered a very large sum in place of his life.”

“I knew that fucker had more money,” I hissed. “Fucking hell.” I was going to have to warn Jessica Jones as soon as possible. “Where in Europe?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. 

“Find out. I’ll kill him myself this time,” I said. Her lust pulsed again. “What?”

“Nothing,” she said smiling as she pursed her blue lips together. “I just heard it was official. You’re an X-Man.”

“Told you, I get to keep my dick,” I said. She rolled her eyes. “I assume you haven’t told anyone my…secrets.” A spike of fear hit her, but she shook her head. “Why?” I asked, not fully believing her.

“You should never tell all of your secrets,” she said with a shrug. “Especially in the Club.”

“True,” I said with a nod. “Get me the location on Killgrave. I’ll consider past debts paid in full.”

“All debts?” She asked, a slight frown on her lips.

I eyed the driver ahead of us. “I mean…most,” I said. Horny again, my hand ventured to her thick thigh as my eyes wandered down to her large chest. Pushed up in the corset they were hard not to stare at. Unsure what exactly our relationship was, some Sparks left my hand and moved into her, promoting a moan from her. 

Then the car stopped in front of the Hellfire Club. “Fuck,” I said, my fun already cut short. Traffic was supposed to take forever in town. 

“You’re telling me,” Frost said as she straightened her skirt. It had been higher up than I realized. She got out as the driver opened her door. I followed and was greeted by a long line to get into the club. Though it was the middle of the week there were still plenty of people there. The rich and famous excited to make fools of themselves with the other rich and famous. We were let right in. 

Following Emma she acted like she owned the place. Even with the loud music playing, I could hear her high heels clacking on the dance floor. Everyone around us was on some drug or another. We got to the real club with very little hassle. 

Quieter in the back , business deals, mergers, and most everything related with money happened around us at small tables. Strippers on some of the tables, the men threw hundred dollar bills down like they were pennys. I looked around, hoping Xavier wasn’t watching the place, but I doubted that. 

We walked to to the same table I had met the leaders over a month ago. Sebastian Shaw was the leader of the dark side of the Hellfire Club. A younger man, perhaps in his late-twenties, he had ripped control from the last leader only recently. As he studied me, I couldn’t feel much of anything from the man. That was a bonus in Emma’s book for me. She still hadn’t told him I messed up his slave auction. 

Next to him was a red headed woman. I tried to remember her name, but couldn’t. He had told me the first time I was there, but there was a lot going on back then. She had deep red hair that reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t place her. 

Across from him was someone I probably should kill. Obadiah Stane was a bald man with a big beard. As the potential killer for Tony Stark I needed to make sure that didn’t happen in this world. He might be my future father-in-law someday, if I played my cards right. 

Next to the older gentleman was a girl I knew very well. Someone I didn’t realize was actually his daughter. As I caught sight of the blonde girl, her eyes widened as she began to shake in fear. Suddenly I knew why I was called specifically. 

“Mr. Walker,” Shaw said. He frowned at me. “I am told that you have intimate knowledge of what happened at Calhoun today.”

“I do,” I said. Crossing my arms in front of me, I dragged my eyes away from the young blonde bully from Calhoun. I hoped she didn’t piss herself this time. I turned to Shaw. I could tell that his Haki had been dismissive of me before, now he was seeing me as a very minor resource. “Very intimate knowledge. Lots have been asking me about it though. Ms. Frost here has offered me a favor in payment of this information.”

“Always with the payment,” Obadiah growled. 

“A check is fine, I’m sure,” Shaw said.

“No, I have money. A favor works for me,” I said.

“I don’t…like dealing in favors,” Shaw said.

“What a coinkidink,” I said in my best Southern accent. “I don’t like being dragged away from my ninja assassin’s apartment. How the hell did you find me so quickly, anyway?” I asked Frost. 

“We always have the leaders of the Hand watched,” she said openly. 

“Emma,” Shaw growled. Emma looked down, cowed by his words. She was scared of him, but not violently scared, more like boss and subordinate. Shaw eyed me. Considering the dealings he eyed Obadiah, who nodded. “Fine. Knowledge for a favor. Do you have anything in mind?” 

“Eh, not really. I’ll figure out what tickles my balls later,” I said. “So what do you want to know? I assume you have contacts in the police you already have on payroll.”

“We do,” Shaw said. “The government got involved for some reason though.” That was good to know, it told me at least SHIELD hadn’t been infiltrated by these guys at least. 

“Who was their target?” Stane asked.

“Not your pussy of a…daughter?” I asked, pointing at the blonde next to him. “She’s lucky too. I might have let them have her.”

“You know this boy?” Obadiah asked the girl next to him. She squeaked, her eyes as big as saucers as she eyed him then me. Slowly she nodded.

“Your pissant of a daughter was bullying a friend of mine…was that today?” I asked, confused. Still off kilter by the whole time dilation thing. It was hard to remember everything that happened to me. “A young sweet girl by the name of-“

“Don’t,” the girl hissed. As the ringleader of the bullies at least she had enough sense to be ashamed.

“Morgan Leanne,” I said.

“Morg- Stark’s daughter?” Obadiah growled, looking to his daughter. She had enough shame to lean back into the cushioned bench seat. “Fuck. You worthless child,” he said. I hated to admit it, but I did feel bad for the kid. There was always a reason for bullying. But I ignored it as I continued on. 

“The group that attacked Calhoun was after some general’s daughter. Lyra something,” I said, acting like I didn’t know her. 

“Who were they?” Shaw asked.

“I heard they were called the Marauders.” The name meant something to all of them. Shaw stiffened, looking to the redhead beside him. Obadiah became a little less angry. I wondered what they knew about the elusive group. 

“Which members were at the school?” The red head asked. Before I had thought she was eye candy. Sitting next to Shaw I wasn’t sure if she was part of the whole Hellfire Club thing, but her Haki said she knew far more than she was letting on. 

“Sabertooth, someone called the Betrayer. A dark haired psychic and…” I hesitated thinking what information I could get from them.

“What?” Shaw asked. 

“I’m afraid to say anything about the last member.”

“Why?” Shaw asked. 

“He looked a lot like someone I knew once upon a time,” I said vaguely. “They were a higher up in the Thieves Guild.” The name struck a chord with all of them. I filed the information away for later. Gambit was one of the few comics I followed. The cajun was always dealing with drama from the guild, and I was fairly certain he went back in time once. Maybe I could use that to my advantage somehow. 

“You know about the Thieves Guild?” Emma asked. 

“You should be asking what I don’t know about,” I said truthfully. 

“Well spit it out, who was it?” Obadiah asked. His daughter was trying to appear as small as possible in the booth. 

“A one Remy Lebeau, goes by Gambit,” I said.

“That wasn’t in the report I read,” Shaw mumbled. “Shit. Do we have any information on the guy?”

“No, I’ll fix that,” the red head said as she began to text into her phone. 

“Anything else?” I asked. 

“We heard reports about you fighting them,” Shaw said. Some actual respect in his voice. “What was your impression of them?”

“Eh, Sabertooth was the only one I would worry about. Maybe the blue guy,” I said. Jean had warned he was stronger if he got ahold of you. I would have to watch out for that. “Who sent them?” I asked. 

“And why should we tell you that?” Emma asked, stepping up next to me again.

“Consider it part of my favor,” I said with a shrug. She rolled her eyes but Shaw answered. 

“A very powerful mutant by the name of Mr. Sinister,” he said. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Sinister…” I said trying to remember the guy from the comic. “Pale guy? Looks like a vampire drag queen?”

“You know him?” Shaw asked, his view of me increasing again. 

“I like to keep my ear to the ground,” I said. I felt Obadiah’s haki and realized that he was furious about this whole thing. Despite his attitude toward his daughter he did love her. The fact that she was close to this sort of eventupset him. “You’re really going after him for this?”

“That…is none of your business,” Shaw said.

I laughed. “Oh, but I’ve decided. That’s what I want my favor to be. If you lot are going after Sinister, I want to join you,” I admitted. They looked at me confused. “I want a rematch. I’ve actually gone up against his lackeys. You could use my experience.” 

Shaw opened his mouth. Looking to Obadiah, then his wife, he eventually turned to Frost. “What does the government have on this kid?” He pointed at me. 

“They are keeping an eye on him,” Emma said without hesitation. “He can apparently fly, fuse things together, and perhaps has super strength from the reports I read.”

Shaw eyed me once more. His attitude changing a third and final time as he saw me there for the first time that night. “And you don’t mind going after a man like Sinister?”

I couldn’t remember Sinister’s deal from the comics, but it sounded like a great reason for a quest. “Not one bit.” A pop-up appeared. 

“Good,” Shaw said. “We follow one rule in the Hellfire Club, Mr. Walker. An eye for an eye. Apparently Mr. Sinister has to be reminded why he doesn’t step onto our territory.” 

“Sounds fun,” I said. “Do I get to be an honorary member of your club?”

“We can discuss your application at a later date,” Shaw laughed and the meeting was over. I nodded and headed to the bar, ready to go on the next adventure.