Deadpool: The Wilson Identity

by AgentAmerica9

He's not sure, but he thinks his name is Wade Wilson. Attempting to unravel the mystery of his identity, the man known as Deadpool unearths dark secrets about the top-secret Weapon X program. When he meets a woman claiming to be his wife, should he trust her, or is she leading him into a trap? Sets in my Earth-3117 universe.

1. Chapter 1

Hi, everyone. This is my first FanFiction story, so enjoy!

So this is my story, I guess. It's not pretty, it's not a fairy tale, it's kind of violent and full of insanity and mercenaries and secret agents and gunfights; but it's my story.

I wasn't sure, but I thought my name was Wade Wilson.

I was working as a mercenary- had been ever since I had woken up in that bleak, lifeless room, my face covered in scars.

I hadn't chosen that line of work. Tyler Dayspring chose it for me.

Wait, wait. I'm getting ahead of myself. I'd better start this at the beginning.

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I awoke in a featureless white room.

Where am I?

Who am I?

Images flashed through my head.

A woman.

Smiling. Laughing.

My wife?

I looked down. Yes, there was a ring on my finger.

More images.

A war zone. Bullets whizzing past me. I was firing a rifle, wearing camouflage.

I was in the military?

Now I was in another uniform, a black one with an emblem I couldn't quite make out through my hazed memory.

The woman- my wife- was beside me. She wore the same uniform.

And then there was the pain. The terrible, searing pain as a thousand needles punctured my skin.

Needles? What happened to me?

I racked my brain, but nothing else came.

Except a name.

Wade Wilson.

Was that me?

I was pondering these things when I saw myself.

In the room, there was a heavy metal door. I could see my reflection on it.

I screamed.

What happened to me?

My face was covered in scars and dried blood. Deep cuts ran along my neck, and my skin was singed.

I banged on the door. I had to get out of here. I had to find out who I was.

Surprisingly enough, it opened.

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Tyler Dayspring heard the banging from his office. Unbelievable. He's still alive.

He went to the door and looked through the small opening that was the only connection with the outside world the man inside had.

There he was, banging on the door, trying to get someone to open it.

Tyler did.

The man was heavily scarred, probably in terrible pain, but alive. He was alive.

Tyler had an idea.

He opened the door.

"Hi, Jack. It's good to see you. Do you remember me?"

The man looked around, scared. "Who are you? What's happening?"

Tyler patted him on the shoulder. "It's ok, Jack. We'll help you remember exactly who you are."