KPxMarvel: A Rogue Possibility

[Fellgrave]

Got my flame-proof pants on again, so here we go.

Something Lost, Something Gained


"Well, when you said you wanted to meet with me, I honestly wasn't expecting to actually meet with you in person." The speaker rested her elbows on the table of the busy outdoor cafe and propped her head against the palm of her hand. "This is what, the second, third time you've left your house in your whole life?"

"Seventh, actually." Wade Load, consummate genius and hacker extraordinaire, had to fight to keep his distaste for the current situation from showing on his face, though judging by the smirk on the face of the woman sitting across from him, it seemed he wasn't fighting hard enough.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter. Why I'm here on the other hand, that does. So spill already short stuff, before I get bored and leave."

With that he gave up the fight entirely and his face twisted into the grimace of someone who's bitten into something sour and ill-tasting. His expression caused the young woman to chuckle and lean back in her seat.

"Man, what's got you all messed? Someone piss on one of your computers? Or maybe one of your favorite porn sites got shut down, is that it?" Wade began to grind his teeth as the woman only laughed louder at his reaction.

"Oh relax, it's not like anyone died." Her laughter ceased immediately as Wade reflexively went blank-faced, something he immediately berated himself for. "Wait, seriously? Someone got killed, is that why you spent your time tracking me down?"

She leaned forwards again and stared into his eyes with a flat and serious expression on her face. "Alright, I'll bite, who died?"

Wade sighed. He hadn't meant to give away that tidbit of information yet, but there was still a chance he could turn his slip to his advantage. It worked in Destiny \ Halt Dusk , and that wasn't too different from real life. Well, that and he was rather sure that he could catch her off guard with the full set of details.

"Discharge."

Silence for a moment, the hacker's last words so unbelievable that the woman doesn't know how to immediately respond.

"What." The word is delivered flatly, not questioning, simply a statement that she finds what he said to be completely impossible to be true.

The teen hacker reached down beside him and grabbed the newspaper leaning against the leg of his chair before throwing it onto the table. There on the cover was a photo a body hidden beneath a pale sheet, and it was easy to tell what had likely occurred given the prodigious amounts of blood staining the floor and walls near the body. "The former high profile enemy of Team Go, Lance Alfvén, better known as Discharge, is dead."

There was a pause as the information sunk in, and then came the question that Wade had been dreading. "Well I’ll be damned — which, now that I think about it, I probably am already. So, who killed him? Now it way it was Mr. Straightlaced Hego. The Wego’s wouldn’t have had it in them. I guess Mego could’ve done it. He’d definitely love the —"

"It wasn’t any of them. No, it was the only person, to be frank, who scares me more than you do. The only person the entire world would never expect." Wade stared across the table at the proverbial devil he intended to make a deal with, and wondered just where it was that everything had derailed.

"It was..."

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At the same time, a thousand miles away, another meeting was taking place. Officially, the meeting-place didn't exist, the meeting never happened, and the two people within had never spoken to another.

“Betty,” Nick Fury greeted with a smile. “You look well. How’s your mother doing? I heard your father managed to visit her again.”

Betty ‘Director’ Masters smiled sadly back at her fellow Director. “Yeah, just for a little while. He actually managed to make it a couple days this time, which is nice. You’re looking pretty good yourself Nick. Especially since I heard one of your boys got caught in a little bit of a pickle. He alright?”

“Coulson? He’ll be fine.”

“Really?” Betty asked with a frown. “I thought he was in bad shape.”

Nick simply offered her a smug grin. “Don’t worry about it Betty. SHIELD takes care of its own. Which brings us to why I arranged this,” he stated as the humour fell from his face.

“What do you want Nick?”

“Possible.”

Betty sighed. “You know I don’t want to do that. Why should I listen now?”

“Because your principal protest doesn't apply to her any more. Face it, she’s taken a step into the big leagues, whether she knows it or not.”

“Fine,” the female Director said after a long silence. “I suppose she’s no longer a proper fit for Global Justice. I’m not going to be the one to introduce you or your organization to her though, that’s something you’ll have to do yourself.”

Nick simply grunted. He knew better than most why his fellow Director preferred not to deal with his organization and knew not to push her on it. “Eh, I’ll have Coulson do it once he’s feeling better. Where is Possible by the way?”

“Well,” Nick Fury’s eye widened in shock as Betty Masters, one of few people he held a great degree of trust with, began to blush and fidget like a rank recruit. “About that, you see, we might have.... lost her?”

“You did WHAT?”

 

[Jimbobob5536]

Hmm, so Kim finally ended up ending a villain?

Intriguing.

 

[Fellgrave]

'llo.

The pale-skinned woman simply stared at the teen across from her, too stunned to properly respond to the mental nuke the teen hacker had just dropped on her. She had heard some crazy things before - hell, she had done more than her fair share of the inconceivable - but Kim Possible, a killer? She would have expected her straight-laced brother to become a killer sooner than Kim, as in never.

"How?"

It's a twofold question, and the look in her eyes delivers the message that her voice doesn't. How did Discharge die, when he had proven capable of surviving just about anything Team Go had thrown at him; and how had been put into a situation where he was killed in the first place, since he had been held in Go City's maximum security prison.

“Aviarius broke out alongside Electronique and their escape caused enough damage to the prison’s internal power systems to shut down Discharge’s containment cell. With your brothers— I mean Team Go,” he corrected quickly as Shego let out a low growl. “ Team Go too busy dealing with the others, the city had no other option but to call in Kim to deal with the bank he was robbing after he escaped.”

“The official cause of death was from a police sniper,” Wade stated sarcastically. “Of course, the fact that Discharge was killed inside the bank vault and well out of reach of a sniper hasn’t been mentioned. Unfortunately it looks like someone inside already leaked the unofficial story to the press. So far only a few low-key tabloids and a couple minor newspapers have been able to get past GJ’s censors, but it’s only a matter of time before it hits the mainstream media.”

Shego merely cocked a brow as she snagged a glass of water from a passing waiter.

“So? What’s the big deal already? Kimmie beat the guy before he got shot or something?” she prompted when the hacker fell silent.

“According to the autopsy, he died from a pair of nine millimeter rounds to the face . Bastard didn’t even see it coming. Ballistics match the bullets to the service pistol of one of the seven security guards Discharge killed while robbing the bank, and the fingerprints on it were Kim’s. Of course, it helped that the police found her holding it when they finally arrived.”

Shego let out a low whistle, impressed despite herself. Discharge had been the bane of her existence, quite literally, as he had developed some form of technology that granted him to generate and control plasma, even her own.

“Can’t say I expected that. What pushed her over the line?” she asked as she read through the article. She had only made it part way through the paper before throwing it down in disgust. For the most part the article seemed focused on painting Kim in the worst light possible, as some thrill-seeking adrenaline junky who couldn’t get enough from just beating up her foes and had moved on to killing them as the next big rush. Although several pages were more favorably devoted to covering the rebuilding efforts in New York after the alien invasion a couple months ago, she certainly wouldn’t be picking up another copy of the Daily Bugle anytime soon.

Wade stared silently into the distance with a furrowed brow until Shego coughed discreetly. The genius gave his head a shake before sighing and pointing to the newspaper.

“What the media doesn’t know, thanks to the police and Global Justice, is that before Kim arrived, Discharge was holding several of the banks customers and tellers hostage, or so he claimed. If he had ever kept any of them as hostages in the first place, he'd killed them long before Kim arrived."

Shego leaned back and shook her head. In an attempt to distract herself from long buried memories, she frowned and pointed out an oddity she had notices earlier.

"I can see where she was coming from, but that still doesn't explain why you want my help. Why not have the sidekick look for her? I mean, sure he's a buffoon, but the two of you have worked well enough together before, especially considering the amount of trouble he causes Monty. Why me?"

"Why you?" Wade repeated bitterly. "You're the only one I can turn to."

"Oh come, the buffoon-"

"Is in a coma," Wade cut in, silencing Shego immediately. The boy stared into her widened eyes for a moment before continuing. " Discharge almost killed him, but Kim, she got him first."

Resting her head against the palm her hand, Shego gently tapped her chin as felt her memories resurfacing again, But this time she let them go. Now she could understand why Kim had done what she had, perhaps better than anyone else. Her first kill had had the dubious honour of being the first person to experience his internal organs flash cooking at several thousand degrees Celsius. He had also been a serial rapist who preferred his prey young and had no qualms with disposing of their bodies afterwards. Her brothers had never seen the results of his handiwork, not before the cops had already cleaned up the crime scenes, but she had. After her best friend was gutted like a pig and left to hang from a street lamp in the middle of the slums, she had.

That night had changed her, had started her onto the path to becoming she was today. That was the day reality had finally decided to stop waiting on her door and simply broke it down with a battering ram. She’d finally wised up to the fact that what she and her brothers had been doing, beating the criminals and putting them behind bars, was a complete waste of time when those same criminals would be on the streets after breaking out or buying off the judge or jury.

“Right, no offense, but honestly I’m not surprised the Buffoon hasn’t gotten injured like that already. So, what happened to Pri— to Kim?” she recorrected quickly, though Wade still raised a brow at her slip.

“Global Justice arranged for everything to be kept quiet and for Kim to take a break from all the attention while Ron recovered in a private facility. You know, an opportunity to deal with everything and recover away from private eyes. They gave her tickets for a year long cruise around the world in the best room onboard.”

Wade took in a calming breath as he finally reached the reason he had arranged the meeting.

“Three days after the ship left port Kim disappeared.” Shego narrowed her eyes and leaned closer as Wade continued. “No signs of a struggle, most of her tools and clothes still there, and only a small bag missing along with her grapple gun. No message, no clues, just one minute she was there, the next, poof. GJ’s been busy with dealing with that basket-case Summers, the guy with the weird eye powers who went nuts in Washington?”

Shego snorted in derision. “I’ve heard of him. Honestly, if these ‘mutants’ were so common, you’d think we’d have heard of them by now. And if you say one word about pots and kettles you’ll find out what it’s like to be one over an open flame.”

“Right right,” Wade said hastily as his eyes darted nervously about the cafe. “Anyway, GJ’s busy and I really don’t have any other option. I’ve got some pocket money from a few patents of mine to spare, and I’ll owe you a favor if you take the job.”

“Job huh? Just what makes you think I’ll take this job of yours?”

“Because I’ll pay you two and a half million, in cash, to find the only person you’d bother to find: Kim Possible.”

Bit more to the story, and a little more world building too.