<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/f6/2f/a5/f62fa5ec335683b23a1a6916eace3b16.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character Name</strong>: Roxy Lebeau (Ruse)<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>:  (20:00 pm), April 19th 2017<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Josie's Bar, Hells Kitchen,  New York City<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black Baseball Cap, Black Canvas Jacket, Grey shirt, Jeans, Boots<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Captain America, Wolverine, Wasp, Rogue, Shadowcat, Black Knight, Deadpool, Meggan, Punisher<br/><strong>Warnings</strong>: Nut shot anyone?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The raven haired bayou beauty glanced around the bar for a moment, still highly aware of the simple fact that this would be the<em>most</em>perfect time for someone who was an enemy of one of them here to decide to strike and strike hard.  Fires, bullets, cars being slammed into the building, lots of different ways to have the shit hit the fan after all.  Yet the pint sized Roxy allowed herself to relax after a few moments, but it seemed only a few moments.  Nodding her head at Kitty’s words, her eyebrow rose for a moment, “don’t see mon frere that way, but then again Remy didn’t talk much about…work so t’speak,” she would admit to the former X-Man.<br/><br/>But see, even though she was nice and relaxed, enjoying her conversation with Kitty and Peter after he came by, the bane of her existence (funny how she JUST met the homme and he was ALREADY a bigger pain in her ass than an impacted boil left to fester for days), she let out a quick sigh and decided to make quick work of him by bribing him with money to go and get Chimichangas.  “Why thank you,” she would give the faintest and cheekiest curtsy that there was known to man, elaborate and everything.  Then she laughed at Peter calling himself a damsel in distress, her head tilting slightly, “well hon, y’sure do have the butt for it,” she would turn him around for a moment, as if she were inspecting it, “get you in some fishnets and miniskirt, and I could see it,” she chuckled and patted him on the back.  “But I’m far too petite to wear shinin’ armor now... I’d get squished under it’s weight, and I’m far too cute t’have that happen,” winking at him, she would motion for a drink but her hand dropped as Steve made his announcement.<br/><br/>Listening intently for a moment, the smile upon her full lips disappeared.  She was going to KILL Remy Etienne LeBeau when she got her hands on his throat!   Dark eyes glancing up…<strong>WAY</strong>up towards Steve Rogers as he touched her arm like that with a slight tilt of her head.  The man<em>knew</em>definitely how to make a speech.  But that didn’t stop her from wanting to wring the ever loving life out of her brother’s worthless Cajun creole body.  When he said that they’d be expecting her, she thought maybe someone who could show her around the city, give her some pointers, keep her out of the eye of the unsavory sort.  A few connections just in case she wanted to perhaps toe the line of hero and criminal instead of just criminal.   A small smile given to good ol’ Cap, after all he was charming.  Her eyes flickered towards the faces of those whom were around and then considered it as he offered more drinks on the house.  Which caused the petite girl to actually wave down the bartender this time, ordering doubles of her previous order…<br/><br/>Listening to Rogue and her question, she then also glanced towards Kitty as she swallowed momentarily, about to answer, but she wasn’t sure if the words would actually come out.  It seemed Peter was on board though.  Do not hide… Oh dear.. Not the best thing to do when your past could come roaring up at any single moment.  Rubbing at her temple momentarily, and then exhaled softly.   Though her interest piqued as Cap said that they were here because he wanted them here.  Rubbing a thumb over her forehead, she slammed down the first whiskey, then the second, dropped the jaeger into the beer and took a thoughtful pull.    Lost in her own thoughts, which is more than likely<strong>why</strong>she wasn’t prepared for Wade frickin’ Wilson.  “Wait who in the nine hells said you were gonna be second in command?”  Swinging those impossibly stormy blue eyes upon the… Hell there were no more colourful euphemisms for Deadpool in that moment.   But then the shock of<em>that</em>passed as he was going on about her buying him food…and all that it entailed, and just...<em>ugh</em>. And let out the softest of huffs for a moment, “oh hell with it.”  She walked up towards Wade with a smile, all sweet as can be.  “There there Wade,” her hands moving to rest on his shoulders, before she drove her knee –right- up between his legs and she moved back to her beers.  “Now y’got somethin’ t’cry about.” She mumbled before picking up her beer and taking a drink of it.   “And no, that wasn’t foreplay, or flirtin’ either,” she would sniff and finish the beer before dropping the shot of jaeger into the next.  Knowing full well he was definitely going to see it as such.<br/><br/>So Peter was Spiderman?  Huh, she had heard things about<em>him</em>too.  But unlike most, she didn’t pay any mind to what the news had to say, nor about others opinions until she made her own.  After all, that’s what people did, right?  Glancing to Kitty, carrying on with the conversation as if she had NOT just kneed Wade Wilson in the balls, “not sure about the whole… Unity thing.. Not one for m’face to be on camera or in th’news.  I’m a private person,” kind of.  Rubbing her thumb along the bottom of her lip in thought, she would let out a soft sigh, “what happens if shit hits the fan, and they decide we’re all criminals?  Don’t got th’funds like Stark or folk like that,” she would raise her voice as she asked Cap that, “or if for instance some of us got records already, gonna make it harder for them to do their job if they’re bein’ dogged by police the whole time.  Just speakin’ from the standpoint of a girl who’s never followed her big brother’s steps before non?”  Because some of them did have records, she had heard enough about Frank Castle to know that, and well.. she didn’t have a record, but…histories have a way of catching up to a person.<br/><br/>Then again, this might all be a moot point…<br/><br/>She did just assault the self-proclaimed second in command.<br/><br/><br/>