Scenes From a Mall (Lady Deadpool)

[bruiser]

If there was any place better than the mall, then Molly didn't know what it was. The mall was perfect. All of one's favorite stores all under one roof, including a food court. You didn't even have to leave the building to find what you wanted. And it was a perfect day to be a mall rat too; not nice enough that you wanted to stay outside, but not so cold that you didn't want to leave home either. Not having anything better to do, Molly had decided she wanted to spend the day away from the Institute and just bum around the mall. Not that she didn't like the people there, she just wanted to go have some fun on her own. And she apparently didn't have to ask for permission either, which was cool. She just left a note for the teachers, promising to be home for dinner, and away she went.

Now while being able to leave the Institute grounds may not have presented any problems, actually getting to the mall did. Molly was sixteen, but unlike others her age she didn't know how to drive yet. She didn't know if her foster parents simply couldn't have been bothered to teach her, or if they didn't trust someone as strong as her behind the wheel. She didn't get that. Did they seriously think she was going to rip the steering wheel out or something? Sheesh. Molly would be an awesome driver someday, she just knew it.

In the meantime though, she was stuck taking a cab. How lame.

It was better than nothing however, and so Molly swallowed her annoyance and paid the cabdriver before getting out in front of the mall. Once inside her annoyance faded at the joy of having an adventure on her own. She wandered around, checking out the various shops. There were a few chain stores that she knew from the malls back home in Los Angeles, while others were completely unfamiliar to her. Molly didn't have a lot of money to spend so she mainly window-shopped, although she did pick up one or two small things. A new headband with big googly eyes on it, and the newest edition in a comic series she was following. Eventually her tummy started rumbling, and Molly decided to stop and have some lunch. She didn't know what would be in the food court, but it couldn't be that different than California. Food courts were pretty universal. Pizza, subs, Chinese, a few variations here and there, but the staples rarely changed.

But once Molly got to the food court, there was definitely something different about it. There was a fight going on.

Well, not much of a fight really, it was more like people yelling.

Okay, fine. One person yelling, and he looked normal enough, except that he was running away from a woman who definitely didn't look normal. Molly didn't see a lot of people in spandex, well, not out here anyway. Then again she hadn't been in New York for that long yet. She was used to seeing them all the time in Los Angeles, mainly bad guys. She and her friends had gone after a lot of costumed bad guys when they were on their own after the fall of The Pride. Some of them actually had powers while others were just lame losers trying to look cool (spoiler alert: they failed), but few of them had been able to stand up to Princess Powerful Molly and her friends. At first Molly thought that maybe this was a hero going after someone doing what he shouldn't, a shoplifter maybe, which she totally would have approved of, but the guy looked more scared than guilty, and the woman looked more....crazy, than heroic.

The woman in the red and black spandex caught up with her prey at the water fountain. She grabbed the man from behind and threw him into the fountain, then laughed. Something about the woman's laugh made Molly mad. She could understand going after the guy if he'd done something wrong, that was totally acceptable and only to be expected; that was what heroes are for after all. But something about the woman's actions seemed completely non-heroic and just downright mean, maniacal even, and that was something Molly wouldn't stand for at all. If this woman was supposed to be a hero then she was going about it all wrong, and if she wasn't a hero then somebody needed to put her in her place, and there was nobody here better to do that than Molly Hayes.

Glaring at the red and black spandex-clad back of the crazy-sounding woman, Molly flipped the mental switch in her head that turned on her power, and eyes now glowing purple, she looked around for something to grab. Preferably something big and heavy. Right nearby was a table meant for people at the food court to eat at. Molly put her shopping bag down on the table next to it and picked the table up. The table was bolted down to the floor, but that was nothing to a girl who could bench-press a cement truck with one hand. The table came up easily, the bolts that held it to the floor ripping out with a loud squeal, until Molly had the table over her head with as little effort than would be taken to lift a book. And not even a heavy book. A paperback even.

The man in the fountain was curled up in a ball now, crying, not seeming to care that he was completely soaked. ”HEY LADY!” Molly yelled. ”LEAVE HIM ALONE” With that she threw the table as easily as if she were throwing a basketball. It caught the woman right in the back of the head, the force sending her forward until she was in the fountain as well.

Ahhhhhh yeeeaaahhhh.... Molly thought to herself smugly. Bow down lady, you're facing royalty. All hail the Princess

[Wanda "Lady Deadpool" Wilson]

Being a sexy blonde was awesome with the perks but some men did not seem to get the hint. Sure she was wearing her red and black spandex mercenary outfit only due to not having something to hide her hideous skin. Like one of those watch like devices... Maybe she should find out who makes them and steal one sometime. Then she can wear any outfit without needing to have her mercenary suit on all the time.

'Yeah right!' 'We'd so get worse creeps that way than we already do now.' “Stop yer whining, brain! If the stupid cancer was cleared up already with this healing factor I wouldn't need an image doohickey,” she said to herself while walking away from the guy. It seemed her talking to herself didn't put the man off for her being a little odd. “Ok no more Miss Nice Lady. You've been barking up the wrong tree, pal! You turned the switch to bitch mode with not going away,” she hissed with venom in her voice as she turned around and stared the man down with narrowed eyes.

'Whoa! I didn't know we knew that kind of language.' 'Look at the hoser run.' A few choice words were said that shall not be repeated and she did some unfriendly gestures to go with it. Wanda chased after him with manic glee in her eyes and laugh. The patrons of the mall either looked at them funny or moved out of the way or both. Something she was used to a lot and was not paying any attention to right now.

The water fountain was coming up and she saw it which gave her a brilliant idea. “So you want to hit on women, eh? Well take a hint next time and leave us alone until you learn to shower and have some manners,” she stated as she promptly threw the man into the water. He was taller and bigger than she was but she was able to power lift the man in the end.

'In coming.' 'Whu?' Wanda had stopped mid-laugh when her brain was trying to warn her of something. That something being a table hitting the back of her head. In an instant she wound up in the water due to the force of impact. Pretty dazed and almost unconscious. The man was long gone by now and she did not care anymore. Lifting up part of her mask, she coughed up some water. “No need to be water boarding myself. Also who got the number to that table?” she said.

Her wet blonde hair was becoming a tinge pinkish due to the wound on her head. Something that was healing already but she pouted as she looked at the water then her hair.

[bruiser]

Molly watched as the crazy-looking lady started coughing up water. Still holding the table, she was ready to give her another blow with it if the woman tried anything funny. Odd though, that she was still coherent. And talking, even. Molly thought she'd hit her hard enough to knock her out for at least a minute or two, but no, she seemed to have taken little damage. Maybe Molly hadn't hit her as hard as she'd thought? Well, that could definitely be corrected. And it would be too, if the lady made any sign of trying something stupid.

It was then that the woman started lifting her mask and Molly got a good look at what was underneath. She was going on about trucks, which was only the appropriate response after getting hit by Princess Powerful, but Molly wasn't paying attention. Her eyes grew wide, looking at the woman's face. It looked like she'd gone a round or two with Mike Tyson and lost, miserably. ”Man...what happened to you?” Molly asked in amazement, all thought of tact and politeness gone. ”Did that guy do that to you?” If he had, no wonder she'd dumped in the fountain. Heck, Molly would have done a lot worse to him.

Feeling a little sorry now that she'd bashed the lady in the head with the table, Molly dropped it to the floor, where it landed with a loud crash, and walked over to the fountain. ”Hey, do you need a hand, lady?” Molly asked. She wouldn't apologize for hitting her, unless it really did turn out that the lady had been hurt by that guy, but she could at least help her out of the fountain.