Deadpool was fucked. The last time Wade had been involved with Charles Xavier and his band of mutants, it had ended badly for all of those involved. Now, he had found a teenage girl, covered in tons of debris and rock from fallen building, seemingly only unconscious when she should have died from either suffocation or being crushed by falling rock. The simple fact that she was still alive led Wade to assume she was a mutant.
That only left him wondering if the girl had any family, if anybody would be looking for her. Wade had been in New York when the building collapsed, so the Merc with a Mouth decided to be a good guy for once and help move debris and remove bodies from the wreckage. Most of the bodies- dead and alive- had been claimed by family, but the young girl from before had not. She's also yet to awake.
'One girl is going to be the death of me,' Wade thought. 'I'll show up at the school around midnight, drop her off, and leave. That's it.' He decided firmly.
No one ended up claiming the girl, nor had she woken. Wade sighed. He really didn't like the idea of tempting fate by visiting the school, especially if Logan was anywhere around. Wade lifted the girl's body onto his shoulder, in a fireman's lift. He glanced at the girl sideways.
"You're really lucky, know that?" He said, even though he knew she couldn't hear him.
Getting the girl to the school was going to be the easy part. It was the getting out that was going to be difficult. Especially without getting caught.
Within the hour, Deadpool had arried at the school, gotten inside without tripping anything, lain the girl in an empty bed, in a seemingly empty room. (Or so he hoped.) Her black hair, a stark contrast to her pale skin, fanned around her in a slight halo.
He stepped towards the window, dead-set on leaving, before hesitating and turning back to the girl.
"I'll return. Soon. That's a promise." Wade whispered, before opening the window and jumping out.
He fled, a red streak through the trees in the moonlight. Deadpool was unseen by all but one, who knew exactly what had transpired that night.