A/N: Hey guys! This is my first marvel fic and I'm not too familiar with dates so if my timeline of events are wrong I apologize. Also I wont be following the exact Deadpool storyline, reason being is because I have only read his backstory and this story is not about him, it is about my OC. This will also be a crossover of The Avengers/Captain America and X Men. I'm writing this to have fun and again I apologize if I write anything inaccurate.

Chapter 1

They had been inseparable ever since they were kids. The two went through hardships together. Hardships ranging from neglective parents to dealing with members of the Weapon X program. Both became mercenaries together as well as mutants. This is the story of Wade Wilson and his dear childhood friend Moira August.

Canada

The little girl of 6 years old was sitting at the steps of her apartment building. She and her mother had moved in with her uncle and her grandparents. The girls mother worked long hours so she barely had any time to see her, this gave her uncle opportunity to get too close to her. Larry Hallister was a miserable drunk with more than his fair share of charges of being a pedophile. He of course hid this quite well from his parents and sister. Thats what leads us here today, Moira August sat on the front steps hoping her uncle wouldn't find her. It was a hot day in June in the Ontario neighborhood, thankfully the trees lined up on the sidewalk were shading her from the sun.

She was daydreaming about her father again. Yelling jaunted her out of her haze. The front door swung open a boy about three years older than her bolted down the sidewalk. Moira blinked, she could hear his little sobs. The door swung open again to a man with a buzz cut. "WADE, GET BACK HERE!" the muscled man bellowed. This happened often, the boy and who she guessed was his father would argue and he would run away. A few times he had to come their apartment, only to go back defeated.

The boys father went back inside cursing. Moira decided to go look for the boy since all this commotion would bring the attention of her uncle. About two blocks she was going to go back, but as she walked by a pet shop, there he was watching the puppies. Sighing, she walked in "Hey, uh-" Wade was it? "Wade" she squeaked, the boy jumped. Moira walked over and knelt down next to him. "What were you running for?" she blinked at him. He scowled at her, "I wasn't running I was getting away thats all" he spat. "Oh, I see. I do that too" she said sadly. The boy looked at her a little more understanding. "My name is Wade-" "I know" she interrupted, he huffed "Okay Miss Smarty Pants, what's yours then?". Moira tilted her head at him "My name is Moira Marie August" he arched his brow at her "Oh" he replied and they went back to watching the animals. From that day forward the two were like peas in a pod.

Three Years Later

Third grade was a pain for Moira. School overall was a pain, she didn't see herself with a bright future anyways. One of the things she did not like one bit was that Wade was so much older than her, by about three years. She was lucky that the elementary school went up to seventh grade or else she wouldn't see him during lunch or recess. It was recess and Moira was running from the fifth grade bullies. At that moment in time Moira was sitting behind the rockwall. Chest heaving, she was trying to cease her loud breathing. Her head was buried in her knees, I just need to wait until Wade comes out. She told herself over and over.

Suddenly there was a rough tug on her hair and she was dragged from under the playground. Moira had been found out, if the wind was not knocked out of her then she would be screaming at the top of her lungs. "Your hair is so long" she heard the boy who had a hold of her hair speak. "You shouldn't keep it all to yourself, don't ya knows theres bald people?". Moira violently kicked and spit. Then the grip was released, her head thunked on the ground. The little raven haired girl dared not look up, there was cursing from some of the boys and seconds later she felt a nudge on her shoulder.

"Moy, hey, it's okay" the voice said, she felt a hand stroke her head. Shooting up her eyes met the eyes of her best friend Wade Wilson. "I KNOW" she blushed, "I had this taken care of before you even came out here!" Moira stood dusting off her skirt, Wade wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh really?" he smirked, this only made the girl more flustered "Really, Wade!" her arms crossed. The pair decided to walk around and sit on the swings. Everything was silent for a few minutes, "Wade?" Moira spoke "Hmmm?" he hummed in response. "How long are you staying this time?" he looked up at her and blinked, "Well mom's still in the hospital and dad is on deployment for another three weeks". "So three weeks?" she smiled, Wade smiled back and nodded.

"Maybe we can finally plan to get rid of your uncle" he said in a half serious tone. The girl sighed "Wishful thinking, he's vacationing in Nova Scotia", "Darn!" he barked out a laugh. "We'll get em next time Moy!". We will she told herself.

Eight Years Later

Moira now at the age of 17 was sitting outside of the hospital room her mother was in. Her mother has always had a weak immune system and now she was on her death bed at 43 from pneumonia. Moiras grandfather had passed on two years ago and her grandmother was going into a nursing home because of her dementia. Which would leave her with her uncle, the disgusting fat bastard of a relative. "Miss August" she was pulled out of her pool of thought. "Y-yeah?" she asked stepping around awkwardly. "Your mother doesn't have much longer, I suggest you say what you have to say before it's too late" she felt the doctor's cold gaze. Moira let out a weak sigh and went in her mother's room. She sat beside her and took one of her mother's feeble hands in her own. Moira had this kind of precognition where she could tell what was going to happen and she knew it would be a very very short time before her sweet mother was gone.

"Moira…" Ana opened her eyes to look at her daughter "Yes, Ma?" she asked fidgety "I want-". The woman began to cough hard and loud but eventually stopped. "-to tell you something" Moira blinked "What is it?" her mother gently squeezed her hand. "I want...you to get out, of that, shell of...yours". "Oh, I see-" Ana cut her off as she snapped "NO...no 'I see', take charge Moira Marie, I want you to do things that I couldn't. Take control of your life" she weezed. Moira could see it, her mother was about to pass on. "I have a dying...request" she went on "I can explain it now but I left you a note in my purse over there" she pointed to the chair by the window. "Open it when you're alone, I love you" and like that she was gone, her candle went out just like that.

Moira stood, took her mothers bag and left but not before stopping at the door without looking said "Thanks for everything Ma".

A/N: OKAY what did everyone think? I know its vague right now but when I post more it will make sense. Aslo I tend to post faster with reviews so that way I know you guys actually like this garbage- I mean art. So please please please R&R. :)