Hello! so this is my new story! I do not own Wade wilson or any other Marvel character- they belong to Marvel. I do own the girl (you'll find out her name later.) and Millie! so don't steal 'em!

Goddamn you Gravity!

Isn't ironic to choke on a lifesaver? Probably, but I'd rather not. I mean, I haven't even lived half of my life yet! 16 years old and I have an ultimate fear- the fear of dying. My mom always told me that I wouldn't die so young if I didn't keep stressing on it... I object to her opinion. Well, here I am sitting in my 10th grade language class just listening to Ms. Roberts go on about her weekend, (She's a babbling idiot, if you haven't realized.) until I heard creaking above my head. I turned to my best friend, Holly, who was staring at Ms. Roberts and cleared my throat quietly. "Do you hear that noise? Like the ceiling is about to collapse in?" I asked her. Holly shook her red curls and sneered. "You're always thinking something is gonna fall on ya. Get real hunnie." she turned back to Ms. Roberts, leaving me to think powerlessly about the noise. "Then my dog was all like, sick or what nottttt..." Ms. Roberts gushed more about her weekend. At that very moment, a heavy, book feeling item fell on my head. I felt dizzy, very drugged as I fell over to the floor. I saw a crowd of students around me along with Ms. Roberts, chewing gum vigorously. "Are you like, okayyyyy?" Was the last thing she said to me? I looked up weakly and cried out, "Goddamn you gravity!"

(A few hours later...)

"Hey! Wake up! C'mon, you know you gotta! I'll just poke-"

"Don't poke me!"

I sat up quickly, causing a head rush. I looked around to see that I wasn't at home, wasn't in the nurse's office, but in an old, rundown apartment. I made a horrified face and turned to a tan, tall and handsome guy who wielded two katanas on his back and donned a red wife beater. I gulped. He could be an assassin, ready to kill me. Or a thug ready to bash in my skull. Holy shit. He smiled at me with consideration then held out his hand. "Thank you." I mumbled, taking his hand and standing without hurting him. "No problem." he smiled, looking at my hand, "Name's Wade Wilson, I'm a Mercenary. I love to talk though. So what's your name? Special Talents, Boyfriends, Mutations?" He asked. I went to answer him, but then paused. Talents and mutations? Is he a mutant? I turned my back to him to hide embarrassment from him; I was kind of freaked out. "I'm obsessed with making sure things I do won't kill me there and then, I'm clumsy- very clumsy. And I have a fear of dying. Not very cool eh?" I turned back to look at him to see him smirking. "Canadians say 'eh'! Are you Canadian?" he asked, still smirking. I groaned and shook my head. I don't believe in stereotypes, he better realize it. "Oh, and my name is Ronnie, Wade." I smiled at him. He looked astonished, and not to mention- he was staring at me. I wondered why he was staring... I'm not hot at all. 5'2, black hair, green eyes and very full lips. Guys in school don't find me attractive, so why should he? Wade kept staring at me until he fell over. "Oh geez!" he yelled, jumping up and down after he retreated. I giggled and regained myself, trying to figure out how I ended up here. "Sorry about that, Ronnie. Now, did I tell you... you're very very very pretty did ya know that? I mean, you're like a... Angelina Jolie looks-a like! Almost like saying you're on fire!" Wade laughed and past by me to sit on the couch. I turned 10 shades of red as I watched him pass me. "Well- I- Umm- Sure..." I smiled between giggles and backed into a table that I fell over. "Are you okay?" Wade asked anxiously, who seemed to be right beside me before I could take a spill onto the floor, holding me with a grasp. "Yeah," I gasped, "I'm fine." I pulled from Wade's arms and sat on the couch he was sitting on, and looked down at the floor. "I'm going to need you to fill out this sheet, its complying that since you are in my humble ship now, you will stay in it. Meaning you can't go back to your family. I will take you with me when I go to like, 'places' and you'll watch everything I do. Hopefully I'll find some skills from you!" He chimed, throwing a sort of nightgown at me with the form, "I'll go clean up your room, just fill out the form." he reminded me. "I don't do filling out forms..." I muttered. Wade just shrugged, and motioned for me to follow him. I got up from my seat and followed him into the hall and searched the walls intensively. "Something wrong with my beautiful hallway?" he asked, looking down towards me. I breathed in the scent; I picked up apple and jasmine wavering in the air heavily. "It smells like jasmine and apples... get girls a lot?" I asked him, smiling at the delicious scent. Wade was rummaging through a chest until he pulled out pants, a tank top and a brush along with three more tank tops from it. I was curious where he found the pants but the tank tops? Not so much. He opened a door to a room which was utterly messy, boxes and papers skewed everywhere. But they steered clear of the comfy looking bed that must have been mine. "Here is your bedroom. I hope it's alright... I never use this one for anything." He gestured to the bed and mess, I just smiled. "It's perfect." I sighed, hugging Wade, "Just like I never had before." Wade smiled and squeezed me back and pushed me gently into the room.

"Goodnight- umm, what's your name?" He questioned me, startled. "Veronica. But just call me Ronnie." I answered as I entered my new room. Wade nodded sleepily and waved to me, I did the same. I shut the door carefully and climbed into the ultra comfy bed; smiled and shut my eyes. "Goodnight, rescuer."

(The next morning)

I was awake early, around 6:30 maybe. And here is my list of hurt body parts on this day: 5:00 am: fell out of bed. 5:30: tripped over heavy box trying to get to the washroom 6:00: banged my nose on the wall- hard. 6:15: bruised both big toes rolling over. That's how clumsy I am actually, it's hard to believe. I decided to make Wade a thank you gift for what he had done so, I made him a strawberry heaven cake, great for breakfast! I was proud when I finished my job and even more proud when Wade came into the kitchen sleepily; then smiled at my creation. "For me?" he beamed, running up to the cake. I giggled and nodded. "Uh huh, all for you!" I chimed and cut him a huge piece of the cake and watched him indulge in it. Wade is cute, don't get me wrong, and he's sweet too. Wade finished his slice, smiled up at me then leaned back. "So, why did you make this for me? I'm not a very perfect guy, girls step on my toes constantly. I giggled but contained myself, this is a trained mercenary I'm talking to. "You took me in- for some strange reason. And that was nice, you are super nice in the first place. That's why I've woke up and 6:30 this morning, just for you." okay, awkward silence. Wade looked right through me for a minute then walked towards me. "Strawberry..." he mumbled. I gasped in shock, hand firm on my hip. "What the hell Wade?" I asked him, sanity in my tone. Wade stopped 3 inches in front of me, staring at me with those baby brown eyes again in awe. "Strawberry. That's your nickname from me. Because I said so and I run this house." He smiled, "Your codename to everyone else outside is Vixen, alright?" he asked, poking me in the forehead several times. "Yes, alright!" I yelled, pushing his hand from my forehead softly. "Well, your dressed, I'm dressed... Millie! Oh shoot, forgot about Millie..." Wade pondered across the floor until finally deciding to grab the phone. I watched as he quickly dialled a number, breath heavily, then yell a hello into the receiver. I could clearly hear a strong female voice through the receiver, which bothered me way too much. Wade, where are you! The woman yelled into her receiver. "I'm sorry Millie, I recruited a new girl, and I forgot that we needed to meet you. I'll be on my way there!" Wade assured the woman on the other line. Oh you better hurry. Or I'll crush your toes when you get here. I jumped at the bitterness in her voice and growled deeply. "Umm, gotta go Millie. Bye!" Wade threw the hung up phone on the couch and gestured me out the door in a hurry. "So what's Millie like?" I asked, walking quickly as wade pushed my back to move faster. "Terrible when she's angry," Wade moaned as we headed into the parking lot, "But very sweet when she's happy or amused with someone." I figured she was much like mother, most likely... mother was very cold and always had her way with us. I looked down at the ground until I heard a car alarm go off, sending my ears into over-kill. "Oh sorry!" Wade yelled over the car alarm, "She's Betsy. Shape shifter. I never seen her human side, but she can talk!" Wade lifted me over the car door and climbed in beside me. "Aren't you suppose to drive the car?" I asked him, looking at how old Betsy was. Betsy was ready to fall apart. Old, rusty and rickety, Betsy could kill us on the road. Hello Master Wade, Young girl. The car spoke. I screamed and jumped into Wade's lap, probably injuring him dearly. "OUCH!" Wade yelled, pushing me from him gently, "careful next time!" he whined. I whispered sorry as Betsy started to take the road, fast and dangerously. "Betsy? Ma'am... can you please slow down?" I yelled over the roar of the engine, Wade kept his grip on my arm safely. I'm not old young girl, I'm only 25. And master Wade likes me going this fast. I could really care less about her age... just slow the hell down!

"Hey Ronnie," Wade nudged me gently, " you think you got any powers?" Wade watched twist my nose up, then down. Why does he think I have powers? I'm totally powerless. I keep thinking he only
saved me to use me as an experiment or somewhat. I turned to look at Wade who was staring down at his hands, playing with his fingers. "No! Of course not... if I did, I probably couldn't live with them either." another awkward silence. "RED CAR!" yelled Wade as hit punched me in my left arm- that freaking hurt! "Don't punch me!" I retorted, punching Wade in his arm with little effort. But what I thought was little effort, turn out to be a HUGE effort... Wade went flying out the car, hit a steel post, crashed into a biker, bonked heads with a little girl and skidded into a building- leading to an sudden and dangerous stop. Scared as ever, I jumped from Betsy and hurried over to Wade in shock. "Wade, Wade are you okay?" I huffed, pulling him from the debris. Wade smiled at me without a scratch to be seen on him, and laughed. "Nice throw you got there- maybe you can teach me sometime."

See? gravity is damned by me- and Wade.