Both Neaera and Dopender reached the border patrol to America.

"What do we do now?" Dopender asked

"Now, you go home." Neaera answered.

"What!? But Ms.-"

"Look, I think you for this, and here," she pulled out a wad of cash. "take this with you, as my form of payment."

"...Thank you," he took the cash, "but what are you going to do?"

"Easy; the same way my father does." She ran ahead and jumped over the cliff, diving into the water with no splash. She held her breath and swam across the border.

Jeez! Is that what Mexicans are like!?

Almost. Except with Americans complaining about their country, I'm certain that they'd be doing this for free healthcare.

Can we please avoid that subject? And why aren't we freezing up?

Who says we aren't. We're covered in fur, so we already have some warmth all over us.

...Including the-?

Yes... even there.

Neaera splashed above the water and ran up on the rocky 'beach' around New York. She shook herself from the water, temporarily taking her mask off to let the water out. The wind blew around her, and she shivered.

"Jeez! It's colder than I thought!" She said to herself. She spotted some homeless people near a burning trashcan.

Oh good! Fire!

And perhaps some friends.

Neaera walked ahead to the burning trashcan, getting the warmth from the fire with the homeless people. The people, however stared at her.

"...Hi!" She greeted. "Had a late night swim. Never do that, folks. Might get hypothermia, and many of you guys, I can tell that you're going to-"

"Stay away from me!" One of homeless people yelled, running away.

"Don't hurt me!"

"FREAK!!!" The group of homeless people ran away. Neaera could only blink.

"...Well that just sorta happened to me; I didn't even participate in that." She dried off her costume and made her way to the city, more specifically, Times Square.

The sight was breathtaking to her! People, innocent civilians, each with their own agendas, walking and driving everywhere. The billboards, all with their own product, shined, despite it being the day. Feeling confident in herself, seeing what she's believes may happen in the future, she did the Leo Strut across the center. However, the citizens that noticed her, either stopped in their tracks to stare, or backed up, though those had kids. Neaera noticed and lost her strut, stopping in dead center. The crowd parted as Cameramen & various paparazzi was now around her, recording her and taking pictures of her. She turned to one of large screens, showing herself, with the captions 'A New Deadpool?' below.

Hey! They noticed the costume pretty well!

A little too well. Just look at them; they're frightened at us!

Neaera looked around, seeing the various citizens backing away in fear. When she took a step forward to them, the crowd backed up with some screams.

"Wait!" She said "I-I'm not a badguy! I'm a good guy! A hero! Oh please... I don't want repeat myself like Mark Wahlberg's character in Trans4mers."

"Get the F**k outta here!" A citizen yelled

"Psychopath!"

"Murderer!"

"I-I didn't murder anyone!" Neaera yelled "I'm new!" She took her mask off. The crowd, let out a collective gasp, followed by murmurers. "See? I'm new!" More silence.

"...It's a goddamn mutant!" Another citizen yelled

"No! She's an alien!" Something hit the back of her head, making her fall. Dazed, Neaera reopened her eyes to see that someone had thrown a bottle at her, which broke upon impact. She looked up to see more other forms of trash thrown at her! She got up, dodged as much as she could, and booked it!

In a nearby tower, ingenious billionaire & Playboy himself, Tony Stark, A.K.A., Iron Man, watched some news. A local reporter was on the news.

"This just in," she said to the camera "A rally has gone down in New York Time Square as what appears to be another Mutant appeared, one who is sympathizer of the greatly disappeared Merc with a Mouth, Deadpool. Chaos erupted when she appeared, and-" Tony turned the T.V. off.

"So we have a new psychopath?" He asked himself. Pulling out a Cellphone, he called. "Fury?... Yeah, it's me... Call the Avengers. ... No, Bruce should stay... City damage, really... fine, if she's not going to listen, then send them out."

Neaera ran from the crowd, tearing up as objects landed on & around her, feeling the pain. The sound of a near sonic boom was heard nearby. She looked up to see Iron Man, floating above her.

"Iron man!?" She asked "Oh thank god! Please! You gotta-" His hands beamed up, aiming at her.

"Don't make any sudden movements." He announced.

"Wha-!? But Tony, I'm-"

"We can either do this the easy way or the hard way. Get down to your knees, and your transfer to Ryker's Island should be quick & painless."

"But I'm not a bad guy!"

"Yeah right, Deadpool sympathizer." Neaera quickly saw a gap in the crowd. It was either becoming a vigilante already, or spending who knows how long in jail. With a deep breath, she ran into the crowd. "...You saw that, right? ... Send them in."

Neaera panicked as she saw the Helicarier appearing out of the clouds, with some quinjets flying to her direction. Sweating, she hopped onto a nearby motorcycle, pulled out one of her short swords, and tried to start the ignition. She saw one of the Quinjets fly to her, the bottom opening up to drop Black Widow and Captain America, both on Motorcycles.

"OH S**T!!!" She yelled, turning on the ignition.

"Language!" Captain America yelled.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y12WzCtpxtI

Neaera hit the gas and drove off, chased by her two pursuers.

"Ready for some fun, Cap?" Black Widow asked

"You know it." He replied

"I'm not enjoying this!" Neaera yelled, zooming ahead, avoiding the various vehicles in her way. Black Widow soon followed her, pulling out one of her batons, which sparked with electricity. The Spy swung at the anthro, but Neaera pulled pout her other shortsword, and swung at the baton.

"Swords? You're just like Deadpool!"

"No! I'm only defending myself!"

"Likely story." She began to swing her baton at Neaera, who blocked as much as she could, though quickly turned to see what was in front of her. Neaera skidded to the right, kicking Black Widow's motorcycle in the process, making the spy hit a fire hydrant, and landing on an outside stall selling peaches.

"Sorry!" A loud clang was heard; Captain America had landed next to her. He pulled his shield out.

"I don't normally hit a woman," he said "but psychopaths like you are an exception!"

"I didn't do anything!" Cap ignored her, throwing his shield at her. She slowed down while leaning her neck back, her neck barely avoiding the shield, though the shield now bounced back to Cap. "Are you trying to kill me!?"

"No, just trying to knock you unconscious."

"Liar!"

"Hold on, I got her." Iron Man spoke. Neaera turned to see Iron Man flying to her. Cap threw his shield back at her; she grabbed the shield and threw it at Iron Man, knocking the billionaire out.

"Sorry!"

"That's it!" Cap yelled, knocking her vehicle. She grunted and knocked him to the left. She exited to the freeway, though Captain America fell to a pit.

"Sorry!" Captain America got up, seeing her exit.

"Oh, you're going to be sorry! Clint? You Ready?"

On the roof of a nearby building, Clint Barton, or Hawkeye, redied one of his arrows.

"You know I'm always ready, Cap." He replied with a smug.

"Take the shot." Cap said

"Gotcha. Sorry, Missy." He fired an arrow at Neaera.

Neaera drove away from the city, but heard something whizzing to her. she turned and grabbed an arrow, just inches away from one of her legs.

"...Phew!" She said to herself "That would've left a nasty-"

BOOM!!!

Neaera fell over the bridge, landing in the cold water again. She was washed onto the shore again, though she was under the bridge. Coughing hard, she crawled and went silent as she could hear Iron Man over her, most likely examining the wreckage.

"...Target eliminated." He said "Damage minimal... owner luckily has motorcycle insurance... better pay for damage done." He flew off. Neaera let out a sigh of relief, followed by pain. She looked and saw that her leg had a deep gash in it. Her healing factor took over, but it was painful; she winced as her body healed.

"... I gotta hide." She said to herself. With no one watching, she switched to her casual clothes, but pulled the hood over her head.

I know our dad's not much of a good guy, but is he really a BAD guy!?

Considering how they thought we were a sympathizer of him... maybe?

"Guys... please... I gotta find us someplace to hide."

Nighttime had arrived. She didn't find anyplace to sleep, and her suit... the left side was burnt. She was surprised at how everything went the opposite of what she expected; True, the citizens might be skeptical of her, what with being new, but downright fearing and hating her? And the heroes? How can this happen!? She decided to take shelter in a cardboard box... until she heard some 'thwipping' overhead.

"Kinda unfair on how they treated you, today." A gentle, young man's voice spoke. Neaera got up and looked around.

"W-who's there!?" she asked, looking around. She turned and was greeted with another man in red. He looked somewhat similar to her father, but not only was he younger looking, but there was black webs all over him.

"Just your friendly neighborhood, Spider-Man!"

"... Spider-Man? Are... what are you doing here?"

"Well, you're near my home, and I saw how desperate you were."

"Desperate? I'm not-"

"You were all over the news, chased by some members of the Avengers, and had an explosion to the face. Trust me, I know what that's like, Daughter of Deadpool."

"...How do you know-?"

"Your suit is obviously designed off of his costume. But I am surprised how it's blue and had moon-related things to it. I'm guessing you're also Princess Luna's daughter?"

"...Yes... how-?" Spider-Man flipped himself.

"Well, just like your father, I too am a fellow Brony myself... and I went to Equestria before, but was kicked out. Need a place to stay?"

"...Yeah."

"Cool. I just need your name."

"...Hero or real?"

"...Both."

"Hero name; Lunacy. Real name; Neaera."

"Ah." He took his mask off "Peter. Peter Parker. Come, my Aunt May shouldn't mind."

"Old or young?"

"...She's old. Why do you ask that?"

"Just saying."

"...Right..."