Hot night in New York, city skyline just fading in the night sky. The looking down from the roof the lights were almost blinding. He sat perched waiting, almost lusting, it had been awhile since his last "job".
He had been hired out to kill a cop, not just any cop, a dirty one. A man that abused his power just as he abused the poor women he crossed on a daily basis. He sat waiting. He spotted him around the corner.
"Time to exercise," The masked man jumped off the building headed for the ally
A scream pierced the air. One gunshot and the cop was on the ground, reveling the woman in front of him. She was bleeding, or was that brains. She shook nervously as the masked man wearing red and black walked closer to her, his head cocked to the side.
"Are you hurt?" he asked.
Just leave her to die. The voice in his head stated.
He rolled his eyes trying to figure out what to do, "You can it, I'm trying to work." He stepped closer the young woman. "I want to help you, will you let me help you?"
She looked scared but she was bleeding pretty bad from a nasty knife wound. She looked up at this mysterious man who kept talking to himself, he seemed insane to her, but right now he may have been her only hope. She nodded in his direction. He swooped in picking her up.
He was strong that she could tell, normally being one that didn't let her feet leave the ground. She was oddly calm, could be the blood loss. He smelled of sweat and tacos. Her head rested on his shoulder trying to stay awake as he carelessly and effortlessly climbed buildings. Finally arriving on a landing outside an apartment window.
He lifted the window and stepped in, "Home sweet home."
She lifted her head and looked around, the place was a mess, she'd probably had been better off in the alley. There where bloodstains on the walls, the floor. He laid her on the bed before disappearing behind a what was once white door. He came out with a first aide kit.
"Glad I kept this thing," He said sitting down on the bed. He didn't know why he cared, he didn't know why he didn't just leave her in the alley to fend for herself.
He grabbed a pair of scissors out of the kit and reached for the top of her dress. She flinched.
"Sorry, I need to remove this." He said cutting down the top of her yellow dress. He could tell that she was a waitress of sorts, he hadn't been in home in months so he didn't recognize the young woman.
Her face was fair, she hadn't seen the sunshine in months, her eyes sunken but still vibrant blue. She wasn't in perfect shape, but who was, she had curves and extra skin. She stared at him, he didn't notice. As he started cleaning the almost dried blood off of her body he found the knife wound, almost a kidney shot, almost.
"I found the wound, this may hurt," He rummaged around in the bag pulling out a massive amount of pill bottles, "Here take this. It will help with the pain."
She took the medicine from him, even if it was poison it would be better than dying in pain and bleeding out in an alley. He pulled more gauze out of the first aide kit and a bottle of peroxide. He poured the peroxide on her open wound watching her reaction. She mustered a scream. He finished cleaning her wound and bandaged her up.
She passed out, from the pain or the medicine it didn't matter. He left her and went to his living room. Discarded his boots and weapons before sitting down on his couch. He turned on the T.V hoping he hadn't missed the Golden Girls yet.
"Damnit, just missed it," he flipped the channel to play his Xbox.
Some time had passed and she had awoken, she was crying in pain. She mustered all her strength to get up and find her masked hero. Her left side hurt she felt sharp pain with every step. She made it to the door, she held on to the door facing trying to catch her breath, trying to beat the pain. She stepped forward but lost her balance and fell, knocking over an impressive weapons rack.
He shot off of the couch gun drawn, looked behind him to see his damsel in distress, in distress again. He ran around to her.
"What the hell are you doing out of bed?" He questioned reaching down to help her up.
"I needed.." She trailed off holding her breath in pain.
"Needed what?" He looked at her through his mask.
"Pills, I'm hurting really bad," she looked at him wondering why he had the costume on in his own home. The mask she understood.
"Then why didn't you call me."
"I don't know your name."
"Awe, you've never heard of me?" he asked picking her up and carrying her back to bed. "My feeling is hurt, I'm Deadpool, you know super awesome dude with guns and a fouls ass mouth?"
"Sorry, never heard of you, I'm new in town, only been here about a month."
"OH," He cocked his head to the side, "Well, now you know me, and you might be?" he jerked his head back to the other side.
"I'm Alyssa," she said pulling the blanket over her.
"Ali cat, that I saved from an alley, this is gonna be fun."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yes I'm always this awesome, Yes I really live here."
"No that's not it," she looked away.
"Then what do I bring all broken girls here, no sweetie I haven't had a girl here in almost a year, a dude though, but no girls," He was yammering on.
She was thinking that she'd never get a word in, "I just wanted to know why are you still in full costume in your own home?"
He was silent and she could tell she had struck a nerve.
"Never know when duty will call," He said coldly handing her another pill out of the bottle. He sat them down on the nightstand and walked to the door.
"Wait, I'm sorry that was out of line, it's your home, do what you will. When do you think I will be able to go?"
"A day or so." He walked out the door. Damn she was mouthy. He left the apartment to get food from his favorite taco truck. He grabbed his usual plus ten or so more. His house guest would be hungry and he didn't know how much she'd eat better to be safe. He grabbed his bags of food and headed back to the apartment. He should apologize for the way he left, it wasn't her fault he was a monster, it wasn't her fault his good looks were gone, and it wasn't her fault he was still so fucking hung up on it.
He walked into his bedroom, she was still passed out, he dug her a few tacos out of a bag and tossed them on the bed. She woke up at the sound of the bag rustling.
"Hi," he said smiling behind the mask.
"Hi, I'm sorry if I over stepped my bounds. I'm really grateful that you saved me."
"I'm sorry I snapped at you."
Don't Wade, you owe her nothing, you'll end up hurt again, with no way to die. The voices were annoying. He had learned somewhat how to control them but the one motherfucker he hadn't gotten a grasp on and never would was a fucker named MadCap. Fucking asshole would do anything to destroy anyone or anything, and his current target, Deadpool, and Wade Wilson.
"Thanks for the food." She said picking a taco up off the bed.
He nodded and turned to leave.
"Don't make me eat alone."
"Trust me, it's better this way." he said walking out the door.
"Please trust me, all I have done since I have been here is trust you, can you please not leave me alone, I'm scared." she was basically begging the masked man to stay behind.
"OK, but don't say I didn't warn you." he said sitting at the foot of his bed. He turned with his back to her and pulled his mask up just over his mouth so he could eat.
"So, what made you become a hero?"
She thinks I'm a hero. He laughed inside his head. "Oh, if Ironman heard you say that he'd blow an arc reactor."
"A what? Why?" she looked confused.
"You know like humans have heart attacks."
"That still doesn't answer the why, I mean you did save me from being raped and murdered, that makes you a hero in my book."
"But not theirs."
"And why the hell not?"
"Cause I killed him, cause I was paid to kill him," He said finishing his tenth or so taco.
"So, you're a mercenary? So what? You got him off the street. If he was convicted, and I say if, he would have spent the rest of his days lazing around in a cozy jail cell, while my taxes pay to feed and clothe a monster like that. I don't see what the issue is. To me you are a hero," She smiled at him, "A knight in red and black armor."
He laughed a little at that last part, "I'm glad you think that way, most people see me as evil, but after what they did to me, how do they expect me to live." he swallowed his fifteenth taco.
"What do you mean?" She looked at him puzzled.
"Never mind, do you want a drink? Beer or beer?" he asked skipping to the door.
"Sure, beer, I guess." she said starting her second taco.
He was back in a flash with two beers in each hand. "One for now, One for later."
He sat hers down on the nightstand and sat back at the foot of the bed. He had pulled his mask back into place.
"So what did they do to you?"
"I said never mind, you wouldn't understand," He looked back at the door. Maybe he should leave her and return to watching TV. He was enjoying the company, seeing as how he has been alone for the better part of the last year. He was still human, somewhat. He still needed companionship.
"OK I'll drop it." She picked up the pill bottle. "So I think it's nap time. Would you like for me to go to the couch so you can have your bed?"
"Now would that be the gentleman thing to do?" he was looking at the floor. "You stay here, I'll be OK." he walked over to his closet and pulled out a shirt and a pair of boxers. "Here you might be more comfortable in this." he laid the clothes on the bed and walked out the door.
Should I look?
"No that would be rude."
Well aren't we rude?
"Not today."
She could hear him talking just outside the door, but couldn't hear who he was talking to. She quickly discarded her bloodstained bra and panties and pulled the shirt and boxers on. For the first time in a long time she hadn't been concerned about her extra skin, or her extra round waist, I guess a lot of shit becomes less important when you are dying. She laid down and closed her eyes.
He really needed a shower, four hot days he'd been trapped in that stuffy costume. The smell was starting to get to him. He pulled himself off the couch and to his room. He quietly found his favorite sleep pants and his long sleeve shirt. He had a spare mask in the bathroom he hoped was dry. He made his way to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Was it raining she thought opening her eyes to the new sound. She sat up. No, it didn't sound like rain, what was it? The shower, he was in the shower. Should I peek? If I'm quiet maybe he'll never know. She eased out of bed and to the cracked bathroom door. She couldn't see anything through the stupid Hello Kitty shower curtain. Damn, she shifted a little behind the door hoping to catch a peek.
He opened the curtain in search of a towel, water still running, she almost lost her footing. 'Did he see me?' she wondered, it didn't appear so. She watched him reach down and turn the water off, as the steam cleared the room she saw him. His skin badly scared, some looked like burns and cuts from a long time ago, some looked brand new, some even seemed to be infected. She let out a small gasp, and quickly covered her mouth, but it was too late he heard her.
She didn't know if he was going to me mad, but for some reason she wasn't scared. Not much in this world would scare her. She had seen her fair share of lives shit. You couldn't see most of her battle scars, but they were there.
"What are you doing?" He said holding his head down wrapping a towel around his waist.
"I'm sorry," She tried to look him in the eyes. "I heard the shower, I knew you were in here, I guess curiosity got the best of me. Please forgive me?"
"Do I not scare you?" he asked looking up at her.
She closed the gap between them, reaching out to touch his face, "If your talking about this, no, it doesn't scare me."
"Not at all, you don't see me as a monster?"
"No, I see you as a hero, haven't we been through this already?"
"So, you don't care that I kill for money, and you don't care that I look like a Freddy Krueger stunt double?"
"Nope." she ran her hand across his face. "does it hurt?"
"Yes, everyday, but hell, I'm used to it. This pain is nothing compared to the pain of being a freak. Everyone wanting to always point it out."
She could totally relate. Sometimes she wished she could don a mask and be someone else. The constant ridicule about being overweight, or not being pretty enough, she understood how those things could hurt, even a super hero.
"People are assholes, you got to learn to weed the good ones out, and I don't know , throw the rest off really high buildings?"
He laughed, "Yeah I guess that's true."
"Are we cool then? Cause I don't want you to throw me off of a building, OK."
"Yeah we are cool." He said turning and sliding his pants on.
His back was just as scarred as his front, it honestly looked like someone put him in a meat grinder, he had several open wounds on his back.
"Don't," she said as he picked up his shirt.
"And why not?" he looked at her confused.
"You have a lot of open wounds on your back, please let me clean them."
"Oh, um, well, it's not likely that I will get an infection," he started to chuckle before catching her very serious look. "I can't die, super healing."
"I don't care, I am not taking no for an answer. Please, even if it won't help you, it will help me." she motioned for him to go to the bed.
"How will it help you?" he said walking to his bed and flopping down causing the springs to cry.
"It will make me feel useful, and it's one thing I can do for you." she sat down behind him, taking gauze and pouring peroxide on it.
She carefully cleaned wounds, being sure to cover every inch of his back. When she was finished cleaning his wounds she put lotion on his skin, making sure to be gentle.
He was enjoying the touch, but knew this was totally pointless. He wanted to stop her, tell her she was wasting her time, but didn't.
"All done." she said, "My turn, I think this bandage needs to be changed, it's been two days." she laid back on her right side lifting her shirt exposing the dirty gauze.
"Sorry, healing and all, forgot that you'd need your bandage changed."
He ripped her bandage off quickly. "God damn it, Deadpool," She cursed, "that fucking hurt."
"Sorry, Ali cat," he really was sorry he had to hurt her. He looked over the wound and cleaned it up bandaged it. "Please, call me Wade."
"Wade huh, nice," she tried to hide her smile. "So when do you think I can go home?"
"Never," He laughed.
"Be serious."
"Why the hurry?"
"Well, I have a job, bills, I'm sure they are looking for me by now."
"The job, or the bills?"
"The bills, I probably don't have a job, and who's gonna believe that a super hero saved me, and took care of me for three days?" The emphasis she put on me bothered him
"Now why don't you think you were worthy of being saved?" He asked her.
"Well, I'm not pretty, my face is too round, see I have a double chin, and my stomach isn't flat, one too many tacos," she looked away, "Your the only person who seems to think my life was worth it."
"Don't be so hard on yourself, do we need to go throw assholes off of buildings?"
"So when can I leave?"
"I told you, Never!" he looked her square in her eyes. "Would you stay if it meant saving me?"
"From what? You can't die!" she didn't understand what the hell was happening.
"From myself," He offered laying down beside her.
She rolled her eyes, "Is this a really bad pick up line, or is there and evil you running around out there?"
"OK, So it was a cheesy pick up line, but would you consider it."
If he was being honest with himself, he didn't want her to ever leave, he can be himself, not Deadpool, but Wade, the man that he thought was killed a long time ago. He didn't think anyone would ever look at him as anything other than a monster, but she had, she saw him as a hero, her knight in red and black.
She didn't know what to do, she had always been one to be swayed easy, but she was enjoying getting to sleep in a bed. Her car just didn't offer the same comforts. She was also enjoying him. His laughter was contagious, and now that she could see his eyes they were so blue and pure. She didn't see a monster when she looked at him. She saw a man, a hero.
"Can you take me to get my things?" She sighed.
"Sure thing Ali Cat, tomorrow, first thing in the morning."
She looked out the window not realizing that it had already gotten so late. She nodded her head and shifted onto her back.
"So, I've got to tell you something," She looked straight at the ceiling.
"What's that?" he looked at her puzzled as to why her gaze shifted.
"I ran away, from home, no from hell," she turned her head hoping to catch a reaction from her new friend.
"Oh, why?"
"Because," she looked away once more, "I hate him."
"Who?"
"My father."
"What did he do?"
"Mom died, three years ago in a car wreck. Since then I became daddy's punching bag.." She held her head in shame.
"I can take care of him." Deadpool was shifting to a standing position.
"Maybe later. Please come lay back down."
"OK," He slid back in bed.
He wanted to touch her, knowing that he couldn't stop at a touch, he kept his hands to himself.
"So I waited 'til my dad was black out drunk, stole the cash out of his wallet, bought a cheap car and drove until I was out of money and gas. Here in New York is where I landed."
"Why are you telling me this." not that he minded her sharing, it just hurt him to know that she was abused. His own father wasn't so kind, he knew the kind of family she came from.
"I figured you'd find out sooner or later, I'd rather be the one to tell you. I live everyday scared he will find me, if he does he will kill me."
"Not if I kill him first, seems like a bad man, seems like he needs to be put in his place, Hell." he looked away.
"Why do you care so much, you have only known me three days," she was curious, did he do this with all the ladies.
"It's hard to explain," he sighed, "You make me feel something, something I haven't felt in a very long time."
"What's that?"
"Normal for one, you are the first person in a long time who didn't see my face and run in terror, or call me a freak."
"I'm sorry people treat you like that. They don't know what they are missing out on," She slid closer to him in the bed, raising her hand and placing it on his arm. She gently stroked his arm, "It's really their loss, you really are an awesome person. A person Wade, not a monster, or a freak."
"See that's why I care, you are the only person in a long time that thinks that way, that understands." he placed his hand on hers using his thumb to caress the back of her hand.
His touch was electrifying she had never been touched by a hand that didn't mean her harm.
"Wade, I want you to kiss me," She whispered leaning closer to his face.
"I can't, I won't be able to stop at a kiss, and the last thing I want to do is hurt you."
she closed the gap between them brushing her lips against his, "Who said you had to stop."
From the other room a ringing phone could be heard, he broke their kiss, "Sorry Ali Cat, duty calls." He got out of bed and answered the phone.
She couldn't hear him, he must have stepped out. She laid her head back on a pillow hoping she wasn't insane. This whatever it was, felt nice, but probably won't last. She's insecure, and he is very insecure. He walked back into the room.
"When you leaving?" she didn't even look at him.
"Tomorrow night, Paris."
"How long will you be gone?" she sat up looking at him.
"Two weeks," he walked back to the bed and sat on the edge, "You can still stay."
"I need to get back to work. I need money, I'm going to need things."
Wade bent over pulling something out from under the bed. He dug around for a minute pulling out a metal lunchbox with a unicorn on it.
"Here, take this, please stay." He handed her the box.
She opened the box, it was full of money. She immediately felt a wave of guilt.
"Wade I can't take this," she closed the box and handed it back to him.
"Ali Cat, there are about ten more of those around this apartment alone." he slid it back across the bed. "I'm literally begging."
"You sure, you still don't know what a handful I can be," She smirked.
"Give me your worst, I'm sure I can handle it."
She shook her head. She was starting to get tired. She let out a yawn.
"You tired Ali Cat. I can leave you to rest."
"No, you can stay," she laid down.
"Hey, I like to sleep in the buff, you sure you wanna wake up to this in the morning?"
She rolled her eyes, "You idiot," she leaned in an kissed his forehead, "Yes I wanna wake up to all this."
"We'll see." he pulled the quilt over them. "Good night."
"Goodnight."
Sleep wasn't easy for either of them to come by. Alyssa had never been in the bed with a man, and Wade hadn't had a woman this close since his last relationship. Both of them trying to control animal instincts.
"Wade? You still awake?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I can't sleep."
"Why not?"
"I'm willing to bet for the same reason you're still awake."
"Trying to conceal a boner?"
"Something like that." she turned to face him her side was still sore, but feeling much better.
He kissed her, licking her lips slipping past them and exploring the depths of her mouth. She let out a muffled moan returning his kiss. He pulled her on top of him, positioning her legs at his sides. She wrapped her arms around his waist pulling herself closer to him, she could feel he was very excited. He pulled away from her.
"Are you sure, cause once you go Dead, you can't go back."
"Maybe your right, maybe we should just keep things above the waist."
"Sure," he kissed her neck. He loved the way her flesh tasted salty and sweet at the same time. The way her smell was almost intoxicating, the way her skin felt smashed into his. Her breathing heaving forcing her ample breast into his chest.
"Wade, do you have to leave? Can't you turn down this job?"
"No, I can't." he looked up at her and could see the disappointing look in her eyes. "I'm sorry, this is who I am."
"Can I go?"
"I don't think that would be wise, it's dangerous."
"What the hell am I supposed to do while your gone."
"What ever the hell you want."
She kissed him quickly, "I'm tired." She laid her head on his shoulder drifting to sleep.
The sun shown bright through the broken blinds. Alyssa never cared for the mornings, sometimes hated the sunshine. She groaned and sat up. The bed was empty, was he already gone? She stood up stretching her sore back. She made her way to the bedroom door. She could smell something sweet and familiar. She followed the smell into the kitchen where she saw Wade, back in his full Deadpool get up, cooking pancakes.
"Good morning," she walked beside him.
"Good morning."
"Take your mask off, I hate not seeing your face, I can't get a good read on you."
"No, not now, the mask stays."
"Take it off, now." she reached for it but he was quicker than her.
She didn't understand what the big deal was, they had spent the better half of the night with him naked laying next to her in bed. Now this morning he was acting all shy again.
"Look, as comfortable as you may be with my face, my body, this hasn't always been me."
"I refuse to talk to you until the fucking mask comes off Wade. Damn it!" she started to walk away, "I had no choice but to let you see me almost naked, I have stretch marks, and scars, and I'm hideous, but I let you touch me without second thought. All I'm asking is if you really want me here, please don't cover that beautiful face." she walked away with tears in her eyes.
Wade sighed and pulled the mask off, "How could you say I'm beautiful?"
"Cause, I see past the scars, I'm not shallow, Wade!" She sat down on the couch refusing to let him see how bad he had upset her.
"Your not hideous," he said walking to her,"You have beautiful skin, soft, silky, your curves are very sexy, and your eyes pierce my soul." he reached for her placing his hand on her shoulder.
"Your insane, you know that right?" she wiped the tears from her face.
"Yeah I know." he looked back to the mess of pancakes getting cold, "Come babe let's eat, don't want these to go to waste do we?"
"Yeah let's eat. Then we go get my things." she followed him to the tiny kitchen, "Do you ever clean anything?"
"Nope, who has time." he grabbed a heaping pile of pancakes and started shoving them in his mouth.
When breakfast was finished he slipped his mask back on, her heart sunk a bit, and he could tell by the way she looked at him.
"What, you may not be freaked out but you know small kids and all."
"You win this one, but can I get a kiss?"
He pulled his mask up over his mouth, leaning down to the smaller woman.
"Your wish is my command."
She met his lips with hers, moaning at his taste. She broke their kiss, "Let's go get my things, then maybe a few more kisses before you leave me."
"Kisses, below the waist?" he tilted his head almost child like.
"Don't push it Wade." she slapped his arm.
"So where are we going?"
"Red's Diner, the alley is where my car is parked."
"Oh that's only like three blocks away, what are you going to do with the car?"
"Burn it, leave it, I don't need it."
"Sounds like fun, can I blow it up."
"Sure, blow it up." she giggled following him down the street.
He walked with such confidence, you'd never know that he suffered confidence issues. He skipped down the sidewalk, humming something she didn't quite recognize, turning every now and again to make sure she was still following him. To make sure she hadn't come to her senses and ran off.
They rounded the last corner entering the alley way, her car was still there, but someone had broken into it, rummage through her things. She only had three bags, a backpack with her clothes, a bag with a few of her personal belongings, anything of value was gone. She almost cried. The third bag was opened in the front seat where she left it. It had what little food she could afford in it, mostly cookies and crackers. She grabbed two bags out of the car.
"Fuck that bag, whoever gets the car can have the fucking food. The already got my mother's necklace." she leaned up against the dumpster in the alleyway, "Fuck!"
"Hey, I'm sorry." he wrapped his arms around her. "Let's go home."
"Yeah get me home, before I blow a gasket." she wiped her tears and took his hand.
"I got something you can blow."
"Wow," she smiled. "Play your cards right, mister, I'll see about maybe a going away present."
"Ooh la la," he laughed skipping back towards the apartment.
She was disappointed that her necklace was gone, but at least she had a place to stay. She really just wanted a shower, and some clean clothes. Her side was still sore but more like a bruise.
They walked back up the stairs to the apartment. She sat her stuff down beside his at the door. She looked around she figured out what she would do while he was gone, she'd clean this apartment, or burn it down.
"Wade, mask." she reminded seeing him take his place on the couch.
"Sorry I forgot."he pulled his mask over his head and laid it on the table.
She sat on the couch beside him, "Now, can I get you out of the rest of this?" she ran her hands down his chest.
"Only if I can get you naked," he smirked.
"After I shower, I'm gross." she kissed him leaving him on the couch and headed to get her bag, "You better be naked when I get out."
She grabbed her bag, and went to the bathroom. She slipped out of the clothes that she had borrowed from him. Removing her bandage she was mostly healed, decent scabbing, bruising was still pretty bad. She grabbed her shower bag out and got her body wash and shampoo out. She stepped into the shower turning the water on. The warm water on her skin made her feel better, she scrubbed up.
Wade sat on the couch listening to the water run debating on going in there with her, "Fuck it, I'm doing it." he got off the couch and headed for the bathroom. He had stripped in the living room. He opened the door and slid in the shower behind her.
"Oh hell," She jumped a little, "you scared the fuck out of me."
"Sorry, I just couldn't handle you being in here wet and naked, and me sitting in there like an idiot letting this go to waste."
"Well if your gonna be in here wash my back." she handed him her wash cloth.
"Wash your back, how about I wash your front too." he started washing her back.
She slumped forward in front of him, "I already washed my front."
"So we could wash it again. You can wash my front."
She turned to face him running her hands up his chest, "Above the waist," she warned.
"Yes ma'am," he reached out and grabbed her shoulders and worked his way down her collar bone. His hands started to shake as he made his way to her breasts. He gave them a gentle squeeze, a moan escaping her mouth. "Like that."
"Yes," she hissed grabbing his nipple and playing with it.
He ran his hands down to her hips taken a lot of self restraint not to keep going. He bit his lip and moved his hands back up her chest. She turned her back to him.
"What? Did I do something wrong?"
"No silly, the water is starting to get cold." she bent over turning the water off. Her backside brushing up against his leg, sent shivers up both their spines.
She grabbed her towel and stepped out, "You gonna just stand there, or are you going to join me?"
"Give me a minute please." he didn't trust himself to get that close to her right now. He knew he was stronger than her, it'd be easy to hold her down. "No!" he said aloud.
"Wade are you OK in there?" he heard her shout from the bedroom.
"Yes babe." he stepped out of the shower and into the bedroom. She was already dressed. He walked to his closet and grabbed a pair of pants. "We still gonna make out a little before I have to leave?"
"When are you leaving?" she sat down on the bed.
"I have an hour before I have to start getting ready to go."
"An hour! I thought we had more time," she pouted.
"I'm sorry babe, gotta kill bad guys and make money."
"I know, come here."
He walked over to her, she pulled him down on top of her, crashing there lips together. The kiss was full of passion and lust. She snaked her hand around his neck pulling him into the kiss deeper. Running her hands down his back. He broke their kiss looking up at the clock.
"Babe, I gotta go." He kissed her a quick final kiss before getting dressed.
He was dressed, had his gear, and was headed to the door in just a few moments.
"Wade, wait," she ran to the door kissing him on his costume covered neck. "Come home to me."
"I will Ali Cat." He kissed her on the top of her head, "I love you."
Before she could respond he was gone.
"Well, I wasn't gonna say it anyway!"
His mission was to take out an informant with the French Republic. Treason was the reason, not that it mattered to him, the pay was nice, five hundred grand. Arriving in Paris he had to find, locate, kill, and dispose of this man. The first part was proving to be difficult, he must have known there was a hit on him.
The first week went by quickly, Alyssa spent the first day throwing out pizza boxes, and beer bottles. A whole day dedicated to pizza boxes for fucks sake. It was honestly easier to throw everything out and start over. She sighed but Wade did say do whatever she wanted right. The second day she started in the living room, she threw out the couch only to discover a million, no joke, a million taco wrappers. She swept them up an filled three bags. She then threw out the 'table' that was made from milk creates with a sheet over them. She just threw it all out. She kept the TV and Xbox knowing better than throwing them out. She slid them into a corner out of her way.
She left the apartment walking the two blocks to the store. She grabbed every type of cleaner and disinfectant she could find. She made her way to the back of the store to buy paint, black and red. She prepared herself to paint getting brushes, rollers and pans. She paid for her goods and walked home.
Deadpool sat on top of a building looking down on the city, he had located his baddie and was waiting for the right moment to strike. No collateral damage, it was in his contract. He had been following this scumbag for three days, and haven't had the chance to take the fucker out.
His mark walked into a warehouse, this was his chance he could take him out get rid of the body, get paid, and get home. He was starting to get really lonely. Four days with her and he was missing her. They hadn't even had sex. Maybe that was it. Maybe if he had sex he could get her out of his head.
Alyssa made the apartment look new, cleaned and painted. It only took two weeks. Cleaned organized, maybe there wouldn't be anymore tripping over weapons. He was going to be challenging, but hopefully worth it. She waited for him to be home, any minute he was expected through the door.
"Honey I'm home!" she heard from the door, "I think... What the hell happened in here?"
She ran around the corner, "Your home!"
He looked a little lost, confused, "Did you do all this?"
"You don't like it?" she looked a little sad
"It's not that, it's just that was a lot of work, and something we should have done together. I made the mess."
"Well, if you had the intentions of cleaning this hell hole up, it wouldn't have been so trashed to begin with."
"I like the paint job, is that a new couch?"
"It's new everything, but your TV and Xbox."
"I missed you." he blurted out.
"I missed you too. I made you food. Now, mask Wade."
"Yes mom." He complied taking off his mask.
"No superhero costumes at the table."
"Wait, we have a table?"
"A small one, just for us. Go change clothes, there are some on the bed."
"Damn I love you." He walked in the bedroom, new bed, damn she did throw everything out, How much money did I leave her?
"I love you too, fool."
Did ya hear that, she said she loved me! She doesn't mean it. Shut it!
He changed his clothes and found her in the kitchen.
"Smells good and I'm starved."
"Good, cause I have a lot planned for you tonight, I have missed you like crazy."
"I can tell, why else would someone deep clean and paint and entire apartment. Not to mention redecorate." She handed him a plate filled with chimichangas.
"A woman after my heart," He kissed her cheek. He followed her to the table taking a seat across from her. "What's next?" he asked shoveling in food.
"A shower, we both need one." she said taking a bite of her food.
"Sounds hot," he smiled at her.
The smile made her feel like a teenage girl, which she wasn't far from. 21 barley.
"Choco tacos are in the freezer if you want dessert now, and beer in the fridge."
"How did I live without you?"
"Seriously, you better be glad you can't die, or you'd already died from a fungal infection." she joked.
"How's your knife wound?"
"Healed, so dessert?"
"Yes, please."
Dessert was served and finished. She watched him scarf down an amazing amount of food. He eats for a small army.
"So wanna tell me about what happened to you?"
"Short version, the universe hates me."
"It's OK if you don't want to talk about it, but I have been here for three weeks wondering. I just want to know, it won't change how I feel about you."
"Terminal brain cancer first, then I chose to do experimental treatment, which turned me into this, I can't die, so the cancer just spreads."
The look on her face, the sadness, "So that's what the scars are, and the open wounds, and there is nothing that can be done?"
"Sorry Sweetcakes, what you see is what you get."
"Not that I would change you, Wade, I just don't like seeing people suffer."
"Trust me, I tried for a long time to end my suffering, only to wake up."
"OK enough of this, let's get naked, and wet." she didn't want to hear him speak of trying to kill himself.
"Oh, naked, it's not my birthday you know," he smirked
"How do you know it's not mine?" she put their plates in the sink and walked to the bathroom.
He followed her grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to him. He leaned down kissing her. He pushed her shorts down over her hips smiling as they hit the floor. She found the waist band of his pants pushing them off. She ran her hands up his back. He broke their kiss to pull her shirt over her head. Unhooking her bra she wiggled out of it letting it hit the floor.
She broke away from him to turn on the water, "Coming?"
"God I hope to be." he stepped into the shower behind her.
"Prove it," she challenged him.
He ran his hand down her back, over her ass, then slipped his hand between her legs. She moaned as he slid two fingers inside her. He pumped his fingers in her fast, loving every moan coming from her. She came impressively quick.
"Your turn," she purred dropping to her knees taking his splendid manhood in her hand guiding him to her mouth.
"Damn," he hissed bucking into her mouth. He grabbed her hair pulling her up. "As good as this feels, this is not the finish I need." He picked her up carrying her to their bed. "Care to break this baby in?"
He placed her down on the bed climbing on top of her, he wrapped her legs around his waist. She moaned as his cock grazed her entrance.
"Please," she begged raising her hips grinding into him.
He lined himself up and pushed in. The warmth and tightness was almost more than he could bear. He bit his lip grinding his hips into hers. Sparks flowing through her body causing her to buck up against him.
He found a slow comfortable rhythm, it had been so long since he made love to someone. He used his hand to caress her nipples pinching them, teasing them.
"Oh, yes," she moaned cupping his face in her hands forcing him to look into her eyes. "Look at me, don't take your eyes off of me."
She couldn't hold back, between the look in his eyes, and the pace she let go. Her orgasm sending shock waves through her body. That was it, he couldn't hold back, quickening his pace he came inside her with a groan of pleasure.
"Damn, babe, can't wait to do that again." he smiled kissing her.
"Who said you have to wait?" she questioned pushing him on his back. Straddling him she kissed his neck gently biting him. "Wade, I need you." she smirked feeling his cock throb against her.
"I need you too, Alyssa." he placed his hands on her hips closing his eyes as she guided him inside herself.
"Wade," she panted, "God! This feels so good." she rocked her hips, feeling him dig his nails into her.
"Yes, babe, just like that." he growled.
He thrust hard into her pushing her down onto him, he wanted to bury himself in her. She threw her head back and rocked her hips faster. Unable to hold back she threw her head back letting out a scream as she came.
"That's it babe, cum for me." he used her hips to quicken the pace. "babe, yes," he hissed exploding inside her.
She collapsed on top of him. "Damn that was good." she kissed his neck making her way to his lips.
"I love you Alyssa," he said breathlessly.
"I love you too, Wade."
"Do you really mean it?"
"Yes," she sat up and looked him in the eyes, "I love you."
"OK." he wrapped his arms around her holding her.
"Goodnight my love." she laid down beside him
"Goodnight babe." he wrapped his arms around her pulling her close.
At some point in the night Wade had gotten out of the bed, the coolness is what woke Alyssa up. She sat up and looked around the room. She didn't see him anywhere. She got out of bed wrapping the sheet around her. She looked in the bathroom he wasn't there. She heard what sounded like someone crying softly in the living room.
There he sat, full Deadpool costume, knees pulled up to his chest, head in his hands resting against his knees, and he was rocking slowly.
"Wade?" she slowly walked to him. Kneeling down beside him, "What's wrong?"
"Go away," he said pulling away from her.
"No, talk to me." she noticed his gun rested in the floor next to his right leg.
"Leave, do it now. I'll be hurt for a few days, but I'll live, can't die."
"I'm not leaving you." she reached slowly for the gun.
He quickly moved grabbing his gun, "Don't, you have no clue what I go through. It's cruel to know that you'll find someone better, or I'll get you killed."
"Wade, please give me the gun."
"What does it matter, the voices in my head torture me sometimes the only way to make them shut the hell up is to blow my brains out."
"You don't think that even if you can regenerate your head having your brains all over me wouldn't be a little traumatizing?"
"Don't you think watching you leave, or die will be traumatizing to me. I'm better off alone, and your better off without me."
She reached up grabbing his mask and pulling it off, "Yeah cause I was doing so much better without you. Living in a car, working a crappy job, oh yeah, least we forget without you, I'd already be dead, never knowing what a loving touch felt like! The only way I'm leaving is if I die, and so what if I do, at least I died knowing you loved me!"
"You'd risk your life to be with me."
"I've risk it for far less."
"But the voices, I can't handle it."
"Together we can handle it, The gun please." she reached her open hand to his.
He handed her the handgun and she slid it under the couch. He laid his head back against the wall stretching his legs out, his face wet from tears. She straddled him placing her hands on his shoulders pulling him close to her.
"Wade, you can talk to me about anything, about nothing. I want this for us I want this to work but you have to invest yourself. There is nothing in this world you could tell me that you make me think less of you." she held his against her rubbing his spandex covered back.
"My mind plays cruel tricks, sometimes I don't know what's real, I don't know if you're real," he sobbed into her neck.
"I'm real, if I was a hallucination I would be so much prettier, skinnier, and we would have fucked the first night I was here."
"Are you saying that I am shallow?"
"I found pictures of you and your ex, she's way hotter than me, and you were way out of my league."
"I loved her in the moment, I should get rid of those."
"No, those are your memories, keep them, let's make new ones." she kissed the top of his head.
"You sure you are real?"
"Yes. Now smile for me." she lifted his head, "We can make this work."
He nuzzled into her, enjoying her smell. He licked her neck nibbling.
"You devil," she smirked tilting her head to allow access to her neck.
"I like the way you taste," he kissed up her jaw line meeting his lips with hers.
"I like the way you feel, I love when you touch me," she whispered against his lips. Licking his lips she slipped her tongue in his mouth.
She really did enjoy his touch, while rough and textured, it was gentle and loving. Having his body against hers made her feel tingly all over. While Wade wasn't her first sex partner, he was the only one she had wanted to sleep with.
She had prostituted for a week or so after she arrived in New York. She'd cry after every time. She hated feeling degraded, and the things she had done for money were horrible. The men that were willing to pay to sleep with her were nasty, brutal, and rude.
He could tell that she was lost in thought, "Babycakes, what's on your mind?"
"Just thinking Wade," She pulled herself from her mind.
"About...?" He looked at her and could see the pain in her eyes.
"I.. I was a prostitute when I first got here, it wasn't pleasant."
"Do I need to kill someone? Did they hurt you?"
"Of course they hurt me, but no one needs to die." a single tear ran down her face.
"I won't hurt you, not unless you want me to." he wiped away her tear, "Are you sure there isn't someone I need to un-alive?"
She shook her head, she was the one that had taken the money. She had been stiffed a couple times, drugged a couple times.
"I took the money, I was paid to have a million different objects shoved in me, and a fifty different dicks. Not one dude showed any thought that I was a human, not one. I will never live like that again."
"Not as long as I'm alive, and I guess I'm here for a while."
"There now you know that, you should know this, you are the first person I have ever had sex with cause I wanted them."
"Ooh la la," he licked his lips, "That's a real turn on babe."
"Wade, not now. Not that I don't want you, I'm just sore. You're packing serious heat down there."
"Fine," he pouted.
"Sorry beautiful, not all of us have superhuman healing factors." she kissed his cheek. "Let's go to bed."
She stood up adjusting the sheet that was wrapped around her body. She walked back into there bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Fixing the sheet and watching Wade come through the door.
He snaked out of his costume knowing that she has a disdain for it in the house, he had a disdain for being out of it, but would take it off to please her. He laid down beside her in the bed pulling the blankets around them.
"Wade, wake me up if you need me, don't disappear and try to blow your head off."
"Yes lovey, if I start to feel my brain go to mush I'll wake you up."
Two weeks had came and went, both of them becoming more comfortable around the other. Wade still struggling with attachment issues. Still afraid that he would wake up and she would be gone, or he'd come home from a mission and she'd be gone. He also feared she would be killed, he lost everything he loved, so he was just waiting.
She was madly in love with this little psycho. She had gotten used to him talking to himself, arguing sometimes, and even his impulsiveness was cute to her. She found comfort in the fact that he couldn't die, but still feared him coming home broken and bloodied.
She started using his last name as a way to avoid her father finding her. She also confessed to him that she was only seventeen, which made him dance around the apartment singing a stupid song from the 80's by the same name. She also learned that he was 38-40, but he had stopped counting. The age difference didn't bother her as she loved him anyway.
They discovered they were both high school drop outs, only he enlisted in the military and she just ran away. They had a lot in common including child hood trauma which gave both trust issues. They both loved sitting around watching old reruns of the Golden Girls, though she did find his fixation with Bea Arthur a little odd at first.
He had became more comfortable without his mask on around her and had even been to the store with her wearing a hoodie. She had begged him to not hide who he was, because even if he scared everyone away, that meant they could have the place to themselves.
They had been together for a month and he had planned a surprise for her. Things were going so well that he was ready to take things to the next level, he wanted to marry her. He needed her to keep him balanced, she saved him from himself. He had took a leap of faith and made dinner reservations, bought the ring, faking a mission to get it, and had even found a suit that he could wear with his mask. He had bought her the pretty red dress that she had been eyeballing every day from the apartment window.
"Babe, Come here please," he requested from the bedroom. He had dressed, all but his mask, and had her dress clinched in his hand. He was a little giddy and was trying hard to swallow excitement.
She walked in the bedroom, "Wade, that's the dress," she looked up at him confused, "What's the occasion?"
"Well you have been practically begging me for two weeks to take you out, so."
"You look so sexy mister." she took the dress from him laying it across the bed.
She slipped out of her clothes and slipped the dress on,"Babe can you zip it?"
He stepped behind her pulling the zipper up, "Better be glad we have a limited amount of time," he kissed her neck, "Cause I totally want to nail you right now."
"Wade you always want to nail me, there isn't a spot in this apartment we haven't had sex." she teased, turning to kiss him. "So where are we going?"
"That's a surprise, love." he grabbed her pulling her to him. "Have I told you today that I love you?"
"Have I told you today that you are my knight in red and black spandex and leather?" she leaned into him.
"Yes, let's go, sexy." he took her hand and lead her to the cab that was waiting, "Sorry love." He pulled his mask out of his pocket.
"I understand." she pouted cause she missed his face, his smile, while he was wearing that stupid mask.
The cab stopped outside the restaurant, he got out taking her hand and helping her out. He lead her in the waitress lead them to their booth, it was a dim lit room and they were in a dark corner.
He pulled her chair out for her, "Milady," he bowed. Taking his seat across from her. He looked around before removing his mask.
"Thank you," She smiled, she knew it took a lot of courage for him to loose the mask.
"Anything for you, my love," he took her hand.
They ordered their food and had a great meal, they really enjoyed each other. She loved seeing him open up. He stood up and knelt beside her.
"Alyssa, will you continue to save me from me, will you help build me back up after I have torn myself apart, will you be my better half?" he opened the ring box, the ring was a black band, with a ruby in the middle.
"Wade, you know nothing would make me happier." she allowed him to put the ring on her finger. She knew they couldn't get married for another seven months cause she would need to be eighteen first.
"Great, now we can have fifty kids, and a yard full of doggies and kitties," he smiled standing to kiss her.
"Fifty kids, Wade, you really are insane."
"Ya know we don't have to birth them all, we can adopt twenty of 'em."
she laughed. She knew he had a soft spot for kids, and animals one of the things she loves.
"We will see. First we need a house with a white picket fence."
He slipped his mask back on paying for their meal, hailing them a cab home.
"Babe, I can't wait to get you home and rip this dress off of you. I wanna make love to you til you beg me to stop."
"Don't tease me." she ran her hand up his leg.
"You know I have the stamina for it."
"Yeah Yeah, I know."
They arrived back at their apartment. He picked her up and carried her up the stairs bridal style. He carried her to their room laying her across the bed. He pulled his mask off sliding her to the edge of the bed resting her legs on his shoulders. He pushed her dress up over her hips exposing her bare ass.
"I can't wait to taste you," he slid in between her legs. Using his hands to open her he licked her slowly.
"God damn it Wade! Why must you torture me?" she moaned gripping the sheets.
He laughed licking her harder and faster, running one hand up her leg. He slid two fingers inside her wetness.
"Yes, that's right eat me!" she demanded digging her nails into his head. She bucked into him driving his fingers deeper inside her.
He lapped her juices as they flowed out knowing she couldn't hold back much longer.
Her legs shaking she let out a primal scream, "That's enough, fuck me." she growled flipping on her knees shaking her ass at him.
He slid his pants to his ankles grabbing his cock and lining it up with her tight opening. He pushed inside her, grabbing her hips, slamming her back into him.
"Damn baby," he hissed at her tightness.
He pulled back, forcing himself back into her.
"Harder," She moaned pushing back against him. He complied driving himself in her harder. "That's it, make me cum." she moaned.
Their pace was fast and reckless, neither wanting to finish, both so close.
"Ally, I can't hold back." he moaned.
"Cum for me," she purred slamming back into him.
Cum he did for he didn't have a choice in the matter. His orgasm lead to hers. She collapsed on the bed, feeling his weight fall on top of her. He kissed her neck, unzipping her dress.
"Naked, now," he ordered sliding off of her smacking her ass.
She complied sliding her dress down her body and letting it hit the floor. She closed the distance between them unbuttoning his shirt sliding it off his shoulders. She buried her face in his neck, nipping and sucking the spot that she knew drove him wild.
They had marathon sex, he would wear her out, and still want more. She couldn't keep up to him, but gave him a run for his money. When they were finished she slid off of him laying on his chest, trying to catch her breath.
"We have to stop doing this," she said kissing his chest.
"Doing what? Sex?"
"Yes sex, at least not ten times a day, sometimes that's all we do."
"Don't you like it?"
"I love it, I just don't want this marriage based off awesome sex."
"Your probably right, I mean if we have a house full of kids we can't just drop everything and fuck."
"Glad you get it." She kissed him, climbing off of him and laying down beside her.
His phone rang and her heart sunk. He'd be leaving again, for God knew how long. He answered the phone leaving the room. She pulled the sheets up trying to fight the urge to cry.
A few minutes later he walked back in the room, he could tell that she was upset, but what was he to do, they needed money, he needed the work.
"Babe, don't be upset." he sat down on the bed beside her.
"I'm not upset." she choked out.
"Then what's the tears for?"
"I'll just miss you, and be bored."
"Loving me ain't easy babe, I'm sorry about the madness, but it's the way it is."
"I know, and I'll get used to it. When are you leaving?"
"Now, actually," he sighed getting up and heading for the closet to get his gear.
"Do I want to know how long you'll be gone this time?"
"About three weeks." he said hanging his head.
"Three fucking weeks! What the actual fuck!"
"Well, if I want to buy you the house and the kitties, I got to take my ass to work."
"I know, I just wished I could go with you."
"I know babe, but it's too dangerous. I'd hate to loose you." he kissed the top of her head walking out of the bedroom.
She grabbed his pillow cuddling it, she missed him already and he wasn't even out the door good. She buried her face screaming, she felt it was so fucking unfair, the night he proposed is the night they finally call him to work.
"This is bullshit!" she pouted.
He knew she was pissed, but he had to get away, he needed a job. He knew the cash supply was getting low and this job paid well. He also just needed to be away from her. He loved her dearly and that's why he needed to ditch the apartment for awhile. He felt it was the best way to keep her safe.
Three weeks wouldn't be so bad. She did need to get out in the world, talk to someone, before she became crazier than him. So she stepped out into the world, started to hang out at a coffee house, met a few people. Mostly talked about how much she missed her crazy, dysfunctional future husband.
She had survived the first week, and made a friend at the coffee shop. Terry was her name, and coffee slinging was her game. They met there every day when Terry would have a break. She was helping Alyssa look for houses, and plan her wedding.
"So, some will say that you are too young to marry, but fuck 'em right." Terry said handing Alyssa her coffee.
"Sure," she said thumbing through the fifth wedding catalog, "This is non-sense, who the fuck wants that much white in one god damned space."
"You sound like your getting frustrated."
"Sexually," she huffed.
"Oh, not that much longer right? He should be home next week right?"
"Hopefully in two days, if not I'm going on a man hunt."
"I can see it now, you wouldn't need weapons, you'd take out the mark with a stern stare." she laughed.
"I just wished he would call or something, his mind gets so wrapped up in work that he forgets about the outside world."
"Aren't most men that way, I'm pretty sure you're not special there. So have you went and looked at that house yet?"
"Yeah I saw it yesterday, it was nice, but I don't know if he will like it."
"Men don't really care as long as they have food, sex, and a place to sleep they are fine with it."
"But he's special," she looked at the window towards their apartment.
"Are you sure your OK?"
"Yes, no, I found out this morning that I was pregnant."
"Oh my God, you think he's gonna freak out?"
"Hell no, when I told him I'd marry him he told me we were having fifty kids."
"Fifty kids, you should have started three years ago. Why are you freaking out?"
"I don't know."
"Well, I gotta get back to work, see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah I'll see you tomorrow."
She grabbed her things and walked back to the apartment. She opened the door and sat her things on the table. She went to their bedroom with all intents of masturbating her stress away, but was stopped by a cold blade to her neck.
"Thought you could run, thought I wouldn't look for you. You little bitch, you stole from me."
"I can pay you back," she pleaded.
It was her father, he had finally found her. She wasn't scared she knew where every gun in this apartment was hidden just trying to get away and get one was the issue.
He laughed as she struggled.
"Let me go you motherfucker."
"Big talk for such a small little girl."
"How did you find me?"
"Well, you used my money to buy a car and never had it registered in Kentucky, but you were forced to register it here."
"What do you want from me?"
"I want your life. I want to see you take your last breath"
She was hit over the head and knocked to the ground. He had her on the ground sitting on her legs, he started stabbing her. She tried to get to the gun box under the bed, fighting trying to turn her body. The knife kept piercing her. She stopped counting after ten and started to loose consciousness. The attack suddenly stopped he felt she was good and dead.
He stood up, "If I can't have you no one can." he laughed walking out of the apartment.
She managed to get her phone out of her pocket, and dial Wade's number. She could tell she had a collapsed lung and broken ribs, her heart felt punctured. She knew to only call him if it was an emergency.
"What's up Babycakes?" She could hear gunfire.
"Wade," she mustered coughing up blood. "I need you, I've been hurt."
"How bad is it babe, I'm a little busy here."
She didn't answer, she had passed out.
"Gotta go," he said planting a bullet in the marks head. He used his teleporter to get home in a hurry. He hated using it cause it made him feel weird after but this was an emergency.
He walked in the bedroom and saw her laying in the floor,blood pooling under her. She had a pulse, barley.
"Baby, I'm here." he picked her up, not knowing exactly what to do.
He knelt down beside her, picking her up, he had to get her to the hospital. He took her to Manhattan Private Hospital. He knew a doctor there who owed him a favor after he donated a kidney for his son. He bust through Dr. Kurt's door.
"I need your help. She's been stabbed."
Dr. Kurt was doing paperwork behind his desk, he shifted his gaze to Deadpool. Her blood was soaking into his costume.
"Please," Deadpool's voice cracked.
"We need to get her into surgery, now." The doctor stood up making his way out the door.
"I need a surgery room now, and staff." Dr. Kurt led Deadpool to the elevator,
"She's going to need blood, we can get an IV into you we can work on saving her." The doctor grabbed a gurney, "Lay her here, and give me your arm."
Finding his veins was a challenge but he finally got it, quickly getting the other end in Alyssa's arm. The surgical team removed her clothes and washed her off.
"Can you save her?"
"It looks like she is going to need a heart and lung. She was stabbed thirty times." the doctor said examining the dept of her wounds.
"Take mine."
"Let me sterilize this room and harvest your heart and lung. Then I will open her up and implant."
"OK," He stripped down laying on the table brought in for him, "Do this fast. Don't let her die."
"We will do our best, Relax this may be a little painful."
Wade winced at the sound of the bone saw cutting into his chest. They pulled his left lung and heart out. He found it hard to breathe, but it only took a few minutes to grow a new heart and lung.
He was impatient with the surgery and decided to go back to the apartment and look for clues to what happened. In the bedroom there was a pool of her blood, his heart hurt. He walked into the bathroom to get something to clean the blood up, on the counter was a pregnancy test. He picked it up seeing it was positive. He was going to be a father, he was shocked. He sighed grabbing a towel and some bleach cleaner.
He cleaned up her blood, not seeing anything that could explain who did this to her. He walked over to their bed seeing a notebook on the bed. She had written him every day, making plans for their wedding, houses she had found, and about the baby they were expecting.
He cried, frustration, anger, and sadness overwhelmed him. He knew he wouldn't be much help at the hospital but decided to change his clothes and head back. He wanted to be there when she woke up.
He saw the doctor in the hall way.
"Hey, glad you made it back, um we did have a small complication, we had to terminate her pregnancy. We were afraid that pregnancy would put too much strain on her healing body. I'm so sorry, but she seems to be breathing on her own. She should be waking up anytime now."
Wade hung his head, "Thanks doc, can I see her?"
"Yeah come on I'll take you to her," he motioned for the masked man to follow him.
She had regained color, and was breathing without help of machines. He sat on the edge of her bed taking her hand in his. He pulled his mask off laying it on the bed.
"Hey, beautiful," he kissed her hand. "Thanks for hanging around, my mind would totally split if you died. I don't know who did this to you, but I have a bullet with their name on it babe."
She didn't respond. He wanted to hold her let her know that he was here and that he loved her.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here when you needed me, I promise from now on I will never leave you."
He watched her sleep, caressed her hand. Kissed her head. He needed her to wake up. He got up pacing the room, walking out the door. He paced the floors of the hospital. Soon it was dark, his mind was starting to slip thinking she would never wake up. He watched the clock, hour by hour, waiting for his bride to be to open her eyes.
He pulled a chair up to her bed and sat laying his head on her bed praying that she would wake up soon. He nodded off. Almost a full day since her surgery she opened her eyes.
"Wade?" he heard her call her voice strained and raspy.
"I'm here babe."
She smiled, "I thought I was never gonna get to see your face again." she tried to sit up in the bed but hurt so bad.
"Don't try to move babe, you had to have a heart and lung transplant."
"You literally gave me your heart."
"I have something I need to tell you," he sighed looking away from her.
"What's wrong?"
"They had to terminate our pregnancy, I'm sorry." a tear slipped down his face.
"Why?" She looked hurt and confused.
"They were afraid that the baby would put too much strain on your healing body."
"Oh," she turned away letting a tear slip. "We can try again, right. I mean we had a lot of fun making this one right." she was trying not to sob because that made her chest hurt.
"Yes, I guess we can." He really felt he should be used to things like this happening to him.
"Can you lay down with me. Hold me."
He nodded helping her slid over so he could lay down with her. "Who did this to you?"
"My father, he tracked me down. I was at the coffee shop, I never lock the door, I don't have a key. He got in there when I left, I guess, he was waiting behind our bedroom door when I got home."
"I'm gonna kill him."
"No, Wade, that one is mine. You can be there, but I get to kill him."
"Yes love."
"How long do I have to stay in this hell hole."
"I don't know, I haven't asked yet, was more concerned about you ever waking up."
"I'm hurting."
"I'll go get your nurse."
"Thank you baby, I love you."
He walked out to the nurses station. "She needs something for pain please."
"We'll get her something."
"Thank you."
The doctor was in the room with her when he got back.
"Hi, I was explaining to her that we are wanting to keep her in the hospital for two weeks, just to make sure she doesn't rip staples out or any infection sets in."
"Wow, two weeks. Can we get a bigger bed?" Wade joked.
"I don't think that would be wise Mr. Wilson."
"It was a joke."
"Wade, you don't have to stay with me the whole time, I know you get restless."
"I'm not leaving you alone, look what happened the last time I left you alone!"
"We will be monitoring her closely, and she should be fine." the doctor smiled and walked out of the room.
"Two weeks won't be so bad," Wade sat in the chair, "We can go over some wedding planning, want me to go get your books and stuff from the apartment?"
"That's sounds like a good idea, get you something to eat while you are gone too."
"OK Love, I'll be back."
"Kiss, please."
"Yes," he lent over her bed meeting his lips with hers. "I love you."
"I love you more."
"No way, you have my heart, literally. I was all like 'Kali-ma thump-thump" he said emphasizing with hand gestures of ripping out his own heart.
"Go eat, see you in a couple hours."
He left her room sliding his mask over his head. He headed to his favorite taco truck, then back to their apartment. He sat on the couch eating quickly. A part of him didn't want to go in their bedroom, so many good times in their, so much pain that she wasn't there. He lingered at the door before stepping in and gathering her notebooks, and his hoodie. She had a few things on the table by the door that he picked up on his way out.
Back at the hospital Alyssa was resting. He sat down and started looking through her notes. On the last page of her note book she had scribble a note.
" Fuck a big wedding who the fuck would we invite, I could totally see The Avengers accepting an invite. Lets just get this over with at the courthouse."
He laughed at the thought, she had a good point. Neither one of them had many friends. He looked at her watching her sleep. He propped up looking through the houses she had found. He found a couple in her list that he liked. There was one with a bomb shelter that would be perfect. It was out in the country side and was built in the 50's. It was cute and he was going to buy it for them. Hopefully he'd still get paid for his last job, but even if he didn't he was done with that life. He wanted a family, it was time for Deadpool to retire.
She woke up sometime later and he wasn't there, she looked at the clock, it was seven the sun was fixing to set, where was he? She saw her notebook laying open on the table in front of the chair Wade had been sitting in. she picked it up under her note he had written.
"Good thing I didn't send out the invites yet, ol' Ironman wouldn't be happy being anywhere near me. I love you and if you want to be married at the courthouse that's fine."
She admired his handwriting wishing he would write to her more. Sitting on the table by her bed was a familiar brown bag, he had brought her favorite burrito. She opened the bag.
He was at the apartment gathering all his boxes of stashed money. Collectively he had a healthy cash stack. He counted out the money for the house, and still had a chunk left. Giving up the life of a mercenary he would have to find another way to provide for his future wife and their future family.
He called the Realtor and set up a meeting, to sign the paperwork on the house.
He called a cab and road out to the country side. Paying in cash and filling out the paperwork, he was given keys to the house.
He took a cab back to the hospital. He hoped she would be awake, if not he was waking her up. He took the elevator up to her floor turning the corner and entering her room. She was sitting up in bed finishing a burrito.
"I'm glad you are up," He said sitting down on her bed, "I have a surprise for you."
"Ooh I like your surprises."
"I bought the house." He handed her a set of keys.
"Which house?"
"The one out in the country side, the one with the bomb shelter."
"I knew that would be the one that you wanted."
"The apartment isn't safe anymore. You can't go back there. I will work on moving our stuff while you're in here."
Life was way more complicated with a woman involved. Before if he needed to move he'd grab his gear, his cash and be gone. Now he has to move them. His plan was to get his gear out of the apartment then hire movers from there.
"Thank you."
"No, thank you. How are you feeling?"
"Still hurts, but I'm alive. The gave me a morphine drip. Just push this button and I'm high as a kite." she held up a little yellow button.
"I miss being high sometimes."
"That's not funny. Get your ass in the bed. I bet we can find something to watch. Your zombie wife should be on soon."
"Yay," laid down with her. Squeezing both of them on the hospital bed was hard. "I wished they had a bigger bed I feel like I'm hurting you."
"Just a few more days we can go home."
"More like ten, but who's counting."
"You are." she placed her hand on his face, pulling him in for a deep kiss.
"Babe, please," He moaned, "Don't do this to me."
"I didn't do anything but kiss you."
"Yeah, and we haven't had sex in almost a month."
"Yeah I know."
"And we can't have sex."
"Maybe not traditionally, my mouth still works."
"Don't tempt me, as much as I want to, I don't think it would be good for your recovery."
"You my dear, are a tease, all this sexiness and I can't even taste you?" she pouted.
"Me a tease, never." he kissed her head, "If you knew how hard, it is for me not to pin you down."
"I know," she yawned, "hold me, I miss those big arms wrapped around me. Makes me feel safe."
He held her stroking her hair. When she fell asleep he got out of the bed and propped himself up on the couch. He had a big day and needed to rest.
Over the next week he had their things moved to the new house. Leaving boxes packed. He did put their bed together. Tomorrow was the day Alyssa would be leaving the hospital. He had packed her some coming home clothes, and left the house heading back to the hospital to be with her.
She was so bored in the hospital. They started letting her walk around so she spent most of her time two floors up visiting sick kids. She had even had Deadpool visit. It was therapy for both of them, she still hadn't come to terms with being pregnant much less loosing the baby.
Wade had a soft spot for kids. Which might seem odd considering, but he has a blast with the kids. She loved watching him play with the kids, and hoped to one day give him the house full of kids he wants.
He knew she'd be with the kids, probably doing making something, yesterday they made rockets out of old paper towel rolls. Today she planned to read to them. He knew that she would make a great mother one day.
He found her reading to the kids, sitting at a multicolored table reading 'The Cat in the Hat again. He walked beside her sitting with the kids. She finished reading and put the book away.
"OK guys and gals, I'll be back in the morning, and maybe I can get my hands on a good movie for us."
"Hey babe, did you have a good day?" Wade wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Yes I did, you?"
"Well I got the rest of our stuff moved, I'm so ready to bring you home."
"I'm so ready to go home. Wanna walk with me to the cafeteria see what's cooking I'm starving."
"Sure, I can't wait to get you home," he whispered in her ear. Following her to the elevator
"Stop that." she said stepping in the elevator.
"Stop what."
"Making me wet, I swear there is fixing to be a puddle in my shoe."
"Well, my balls are so blue they turned purple, then red and now they're just pink and really swollen." the doors opened and they stepped out.
"Don't blame me I've been trying for a solid week and a half to blow you."
"I'd rather have you moaning under me than choking on me."
"Let's get something to eat. Before I just choke you." she warned.
"I think I would like that."
She rolled her eyes. They got there food and headed back to the elevator. She refused to eat in the dining room cause he wouldn't take off his mask. They got back to her room and he pulled his mask off shoving it in his pocket. They sat facing each other on the bed. Shoving food in their mouths and trying hard not to paw one another.
"I can't wait to see you naked." she said taking a bite of her food.
"Now who's being bad."
"I can't help it, I want to sit on your face so bad right now."
"Damn it woman," he shifted, "Boners hurt in jeans ya know."
"Not my problem." she licked her lips.
"You are so boned when I get you out of here."
She smiled finishing her food, "Who said you had to wait," she pushed him back on the bed. Climbing on top of him, she kissed him making her way to his neck.
"Babe," he moaned. "You sure you wanna do this here?"
"Yes," she pulled her shirt over her head exposing her scars.
He traced her scars with his finger, "OK."
She unbuttoned his pants, he lifted his hips to allow them to be removed. She discarded her pants. She straddled him, sliding him inside her. He wrapped his arms around her shifting them into a sitting position.
She rocked her hips slowly, he met her with slow but eager thrust. Each one deeper and more needy than the last. She buried her head in his neck biting down as she came. He didn't last much longer inside her.
"Fuck babe," he moaned holding her to him.
"We just did." She was panting.
"Wanna go again?"
"I don't think that would be wise." she pulled away from him getting dressed.
"Fine." he pouted pulling his pants over his hips.
"When we leave here in the morning we are going home, having hot shower sex, hot bedroom sex, then me and you have a date in Kentucky."
"Kentucky?"
"We are going to take care of my father."
"Kentucky though, damn cows, I hate cows."
"Suck it up butter cup. We get this taken care of we can get married legally."
The night was the longest night either one of them had ever experienced. Morning finally came and she was ready to leave. To start her new life, to end her old one. Morning finally came, and she was discharged. The ride home was intense, she wanted to jump him in the cab, but refused to touch him as long as the mask was on.
"Come on babe, it's just a stupid mask, my dick is no where near my face."
"No, Wade, I won't have sex with you if I can't see your face."
"OK, if you want to terrify the guy driving us home fine." he pulled off his mask.
"Thank you." she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants releasing his hard cock. She pulled up her skirt straddling him.
"Let me do it," he whispered guiding himself inside her. He threw his head back.
She rocked her hips digging her nails into him. He grabbed her hips pushing her down on him taking control of the pace. He pounded into her, pulling almost out them pushing back in harder and deeper.
"Fuck," she moaned biting her lip to hold back a scream.
He knew she loved that. So he did it again feeling her tense around him. He knew she was fixing to cum so he pushed in her deeper and harder.
"Cum for me," he hissed slamming into her repeatedly.
She complied gushing cum down his cock, soaking his pants. He wasn't far behind her. She found his lips with hers sucking the bottom one in her mouth.
"I love you."
"I love you too." he whispered pulling her to his chest.
They arrived at home a little while later, he tipped the cab driver well. He picked her up and carried her inside, up the stairs and to their new bedroom.
"You can put me down."
He put her down taking her hand and leading her to the shower. He turned on the water, and they began to undress each other. Their lips collided in a passionate kiss. They stepped in the shower, the warm water running down their bodies.
She bent over placing her hands on the wall.
"Fuck me," she commanded.
"Yes ma'am," he lined up with her tightness and pushed inside. He felt her shift but couldn't stop her from falling.
She hit her head on the faucet causing a nasty gash on her forehead.
"That doesn't look good, I think I see brain matter." Wade said reaching over her and turning the water off. "I'm gonna grab the first aid kit."
She moved her hand up to her face hoping that she didn't need stitches. The gash was pretty long but not that deep. Blood ran down her face and in her eye. Wade stepped back in sight with the first aid kit, he looked at her puzzled.
"Where did it go?" he grabbed a wash cloth wiping the remaining blood off of her face.
"Don't fuck with me Wade."
"No I'm serious, it's gone."
She stood up and walked to the mirror, sure enough the cut she had felt moments before was gone.
"What the hell." she whispered.
"Don't take my word for it, but you may have been mutated by my heart."
"How is that possible, haven't you donated organs before?"
"Yeah, I don't know. You still need to be careful cause this can wear off."
She nodded looking in the mirror. She was confused. Would she completely mutate like Wade? Would he still love her if she did?
