I don't own Deadpool or MARVEL or anything that I talk about in this fanfiction other than the girl that Peter and Wade found, I guess I own her... speaking of her POV Shift for a little bit! Enjoy!
Distant echoes and my head ache was all I could hear. Have you ever felt pain so bad that you could hear it? I sure hope not, because the pain that was happening throughout my whole body had me in a state that I wouldn't wish upon anyone. Once in a while it would leave briefly, and then return in a pulse through my body. I tried so hard to open my eyes, I think I managed a couple times but my vision was very poor, it was nothing worth remembering.
All of a sudden the pain left completely. Instead of dark and blurry images, I saw light colors. The colours were calming. Well, maybe the colors, but maybe also the relief of pain. As the colors faded more and more, I began to see only white. Instead of silence, my ears rang quietly. I was pretty sure that people say never to go towards the light, but I wasn't really aware of what I was doing.
Just then, my peace began to fade as the ringing in my head got louder. It got so loud, and at its loudest it suddenly stopped. I heard a large gasp, which took me a few seconds to clue in it was myself as I felt my lungs expand with what definitely felt like the largest amount of air I've ever held in my lungs.
Everything hit at once, the pain returned, not as bad as the first little while. My body was hot with pain; I shot up from where I was laying down.
I took this moment to breathe in a quick few times before I could feel myself being pushed back again.
Eventually, I could actually open my eyes and make some sense out of where I was, I managed to gather the energy to lift myself to sit up again. Then, I clued in that I was definitely in a hospital, so I groaned. Someone said something, but I couldn't make much of it. Finally, I put together some words. "Waaahshhh.." Ok, never mind. I laid back down, this time I wasn't pushed but instead I just fell back to the bed beneath me.
I kept wondering how long I'd been like this, I was so disoriented, has this whole thing lasted 5 minutes? 5 hours? 5 days? I couldn't tell.
At some point, I opened my eyes again. Not trying to rush, I let them adjust, it was darker and there wasn't a blaring light above me anymore. I moaned, and then managed to croak out a "Hello?"
"Hi!" A warm voice said, a little too loud. I covered my ears because even silence was too loud right now, let alone an actual sound. I tried to adjust my eyes towards the voice.
"I'm Peter," he said, softer this time, "Me and my friend Wade found you while we were looking for something else."
My eyes finally adjusted to his face, "Oh" I tried to remember anything but nothing came to mind right away, "Was I in an accident?"
Peter's face looked concerned and uncertain, "Yes, sort of... What's your last recollection?"
I closed my eyes and let my lips form a small smile, "I remember my birthday…" "Oh, yea?" Peter said, leaning closer, "You remember what day you were born?
I opened my eyes again to look at him, and glared a tiny bit, mostly to focus my eyes a bit better, but also to make him realize that I wasn't an idiot, "Yes," I suddenly felt much better, sitting up, "March 23rd, today, or, yesterday? Depending on how long I've been here." I took a deep breath, and then it hit me, "Driving home from work. I worked and then – oh God, I was in a car accident?" I felt a panic, and my eyes got suddenly hot as I felt a lump in my throat. I had a sense of time suddenly, I knew I had been working yesterday and driving home.
Peter grabbed my shoulder, "This is all going to be very overwhelming for you, but you've been out for about a month."
Ok maybe my sense of time was off. I couldn't really comprehend anything so I just starred, and before I could piece together a single word Peter continued, "You were found at a very graphic scene, and it looks like someone was testing some things on not just you, but many others. We're not sure how much further they would've gotten if we hadn't got there, but you were barely alive when we found you. Just remember that what's important is that you're safe, and you're here for us to help you."
My vision wasn't great anymore, since I had tears flooding out in a constant stream. I couldn't say much, except for sob, if you call that saying anything at all.
I kept my eyes closed because I didn't feel like looking at Peter anymore. I grabbed onto my head and realized it was wrapped up, I opened my eyes and wiped them so I could make out a sight of my hands, but they were bandaged too. I lifted the blanket and lifted my gown to look at my body. The bruises and odd scratches made my stomach hurt Sent from my iPhone didn't even realize that I had been crying as much as I had, I became extremely overwhelmed, "What happened to me?"
"Wade," Peter called out to me, but I continued to stare through the glass at the woman laying on the bed with my arms crossed. Hospitals make me uncomfortable. I turned my head and saw Peter finishing up a conversation with one of the doctors, as he began walking towards me.
"She's staying in the rehabilitation centre for a while and then they're just going to go from there." Peter explained to me. I kept my arms crossed over my chest and just nodded. In the months time she had been in the intense care facility of the SHIELD tower hospital unit, I had only seen her when Peter and I first brought her here the night we found her, and then right now because Peter convinced me to stop by. "They're going to continue running tests, but as long as she's in SHEILD's hands, all she has to do is heal." Peter continued, walking away. I took a moment to stare at her through the glass one more time. Some of the worst wounds are the kind that don't heal. "That's deep, but you got that right." I looked back to Peter, "Have anything interesting for us to tackle?"
He nodded, "Let's go upstairs and I'll debrief you a bit on something I'm going out for tonight. It's likely to take longer than just one night though.. are you in for something longer than a one night stand?" Peter teased, as we started walking away.
"One night stands are kind of my expertise... but for you, Petey," I threw my arm around him, "I'm willing to commit more, but don't expect me to put out right away!" I joked, but in reality, I was just trying to get the image of that woman lying in that hospital bed out of my head.
2 Months Later
Since the night we found her a few short months ago, time had flown by faster than usual. I found myself keeping busy with, and sometimes even without, Peter. I had taken on more missions and assignments with SHIELD in the past two months time than I was used to taking all together. Many nights I was left sleepless, just picturing her in Parker's arms and I sorta felt uncomfortable ever since.
Nothing out of a usual day of me laying on my couch and stuffing my face with my favorite selection of food, when my cell phone rang. I yanked it out of my suit, "Hellooo?"
"Wade, get to the tower ASAP, Fury wants you in his office."
I groaned as I hung up the phone and made my way to the SHIELD tower. When I got there, I made my way up to Fury's office.
"Nick!" I said, throwing my arms out, "How nice of you to beckon for me."
The look on his face was less than impressed, "Just try and listen, Wade." Peter was standing on the other side of the room. "OK, if this is about that guy I accidently killed last week..." I began, and Fury (rudely) interrupted me, "I have a contract job for you."
What does he mean by that?
"Ya, Whaddya mean by that?" I asked.
"This is a more long-term proposition rather than a one-shot type of mission." Fury explained, "I need you to take care of a member in training and show them what an average day of crime fighting as a mutate is like."
I shook my head, "N-n-no,no,no. Noooo. Do I look like a babysitter?"
Fury sighed and held his head in his hands, "Listen, I asked Parker initially, but he's busy with bigger things at the moment, this assignment will last at least a few weeks, and Parker is too busy to take it all on himself. He, somehow, convinced me that you'd be a satisfactory fit."
I looked over at Peter, "Oh! Thanks, man for the referral for the babysitting job. I owe you one." I rolled my head away from him, "Man you guys have got some nerve asking me to do something so stupid."
"Listen," Fury began, "This job will pay better than what you're currently making with us, and it won't be difficult for you. All you have to do is bring her around with you on the missions you take on and show her the basics."
"Wait," I started, showing him a palm, "This is a lady we're talkin' about?"
Jackpot!
"Yes, she's female, Wade, can you handle being a grown up and being around a woman?" Fury asked, sarcastically, raising an eyebrow and tossing some papers around on his desk.
"Yes, Fury, I can handle being a grown up and being around a woman." I responded back in the same tone he used to talk to me in.
"In any case, she's been rather quiet but she's come a long way. She has agreed she's ready to move out and face the world again." And then it hit me all at fucking once.
It's her.
"It is?" I asked. Then I reworded my question so Fury and Parker made sense of it, "She's the one?"
Fury just shook his head and looked at me like I was a retarded sea cucumber. I looked at Peter, "Is it the girl we found that night?"
"Yes," Peter nodded, "Fury's right. She's has come a long way, actually. She just needs some guidance."
"And what makes you think I'm capable of guidance?" I asked.
You can't even guide your piss into the toilet properly!
Fury slammed his hand on his desk, "God damn it, Wilson! I knew I shouldn't've listened to Parker! I told him there was no way you were cut for this. He convinced me otherwise, and I thought, hey, what the hell. The guy's been showing up here more, taking on more of a workload. Hell, Parker had me believe you were showing some real initiative, but here you are to move me right and Parker wrong. You're useless!"
I looked over at Peter, and he had that upset puppy dog look he gets in his eyes. I couldn't help but to notice that he had been hinting at me lately how "great of a job" I had been doing, but I mostly just ignored him and didn't give into his sappy bromance shit. Now it was all making sense though, he must've been trying to encourage me before he dumped this job on me.
"Fine," I said, "I'll do it. It's only a few weeks, right? So what, I'll pick her up here every time we tackle something?" "No," Said Fury, "She requested to get out of the dormitory here in the training facility and be placed outside of the SHIELD tower and out somewhere in the city." Fury walked towards me with a small stack of papers in hand, "She's staying at your place for the time being, it's not safe for her to be on her own and it's not practical to put her in a place by herself anyway. Sign these."
I nodded my head as he handed me the papers, "Great, so not only do I have to babysit but I also have to share my humble bachelor abode now. I did not sign up for this." I said as I signed up for this.
Fury snatched the papers from my hand when I was done and placed them on his desk again. His desk phone rang as he picked it up, "Hello? Yes, send her up."
"Right now?" I asked, "This is all happening right now?" "Yes, why do you think I called you in so urgently." Fury said. I shrugged, and before I knew it the glass doors behind me opened up and I looked at her. She wasn't bald anymore, and she didn't look dead, which was a bonus. She looked at the three of us with her big round eyes and gave us each a polite smile.
"Hi," I said and I noticed her glance shifted to me, "I'm Deadpool, but you can call me Wade, or babe, or whatever you like for that matter." I reached my hand out, in which she reached back and grabbed mine very lightly, with her fingertips only. I noticed her palms were covered by black leather gloves, and I remembered what Peter and I had seen the night we found her and the moment Peter made the call to bring her to SHIELD.
She smiled back at me and gave me a, "Hi." She turned her head to Parker, "Hi, Peter."
"Hi. You'll be in good hands with him. Keep in mind, Wade's often referred to as the merc with a mouth..." Peter began to explain.
Here goes Peter, putting in a good word for ya.
"Take everything he says as a grain of salt," Fury said, cutting Parker off.
Or not...
Fury was standing at his desk and throwing a pile of papers around as he normally does. "I want you reporting to the training facility and logging your hours and documenting your experience once a week," Fury continued looking at her, she just nodded, "And if he gives you any problems, document those, too." Fury looked up at me with those eyes he gives me almost all the time.
"Pffffft," I said, waving out a hand, "It'll be fiiiine."
Pretty confident for someone who doesn't even have their babysitting license...
"She's a woman, not a baby." I said. The three of them just stared at me as Fury continued to talk anyway.
"There's a package waiting for you downstairs with some items that will come in good use to you. Blanket, toothbrush, spare clothing, just the basics. An allowance will be given to you as training pay so you can pay for food and other expenses you may come across," He said, walking over to her, putting a hand on a shoulder, "You've really come a long way since you were first brought here. Let us know if you have any questions or need any help with your adjustment."
He looked at her in the eye when he talked to her, he took a cell phone out of his pocket and handed it to her, "If you need anything call Peter or the training facility." She nodded, and gave a simple, "Thank you, sir."
"See?" Fury said, pointing a hand to her, "She already gets it and she's been officially working for less than 5 minutes. You still don't get it and you've been here for far too long to still be getting away with being so senseless." I just shook my head, and he continued as he looked at her, "He's on minimal and less serious missions than Parker, so this may be the better call anyway, putting you with him.."
Excuse me...
"HEY! Excuseee me!" I yelled, "I'm busy with many serious and life threatening jobs, too ya know! Don't dumb me down man!"
"In comparison to, say, Parker here, you're in much less of a threat than he is." Fury stated. Not entirely untrue."You're suppose to be on my side." I said to the voice in my head. Fury sighed, "He talks to himself but other than that he's harmless." She nodded and gave a half-hearted smile.
"Shall we go?" I asked, hooking my arm out for her to hook around. "Sure" She said, with an awkward glance she walked past me out the door. I looked back at Parker and Fury, pointing towards the door she just exited out of, "Pffft, women these days!"
"Hey, Wade" Peter said. I continued to walk backwards slowly towards the door, "What?"
He looked at me, "What!" I said louder, "Spit it out, Spidey." He smirked and said, "If you need anything just call me." I nodded, "Thanks." But I know Peter, and that wasn't what all he had intended to say... but I kept walking anyways because I didn't have time for his hard to get shit.
The drive home was quiet, other than myself of course. When we got to my place, she sat on the far end of my couch, closest to the window of my apartment. God this is awkward. "Yes it is." She turned her head to me, "What?" She asked. You're freaking her out. "I know." She raised an eyebrow at me, "You know... what?" I crossed my arms, "No... you know what? We should get some grub, it's food time that's what!" I said, trying to make some sense, and I guess it worked because she nodded and put a book she had in her hands down, "You're right, we should, I'm pretty hungry." "Great!" I said, "I know this great Mexican food stand just down the road a bit." "Ok," She said, still sitting in her spot with the book still in her hands, we starred at each other for a moment. "I'll be back in a flash." I finally said as I went out the front door.
You know, normally I'm not the kinda guy who let's this shit get to him, but there was something about her, seeing her the night Parker and I found her and then again now, made my stomach feel like it was empty.No that's just because you're hungry. OK well, whatever. Either way, this whole situation with her left me feeling weird and a bit uneasy.
When I got back to my place, I threw the bags of food on the counter of the kitchen counter, "I have to admit, I ate 2 chimichangas on the way back here, but I promise I left yo-" I looked over to where she was sitting before on my couch and she wasn't there anymore.
You lost her!
I pushed open my bedroom door, looked at the patio, and right as I walked towards the bathroom and put my hand on the door knob, she opened it and jumped when she saw me. "Shit!" She said. "Sorry," I said putting my hands out, "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare the shit outta you." Her hands where on her chest and she closed her eyes as she smiled and let out a sigh, "It's fine, no worries." She walked past me back to her spot on the couch.
"Uh, dinner's ready." I said, pointing at the counter. "Oh!" She stood back up, "I almost forgot." She walked up to the counter and I handed her some fast food gold. "Prepare to experience something life changing." I said. She nodded, "I'm ready for it." She grabbed her chimichanga and sat back on the couch. I turned the TV on and sat down with part deux of my dinner. My attention was glued at the show I was watching, when I noticed her get up and walk to the kitchen. As she walked by on her way back to her acclaimed spot on the couch, she said, "Thanks for dinner." I nodded, "Hey, no problem, they're amazing, right?" She nodded and looked at me at her opposite end of the couch, "Yea, it was pretty good." Before I knew it I had spent a whole hour starring at the TV again, and when the show was finally over I looked over to find her leaning on the arm of the couch curled up with her eyes closed.
I grabbed a spare blanket from my storage closet and put it over top of her then made my way to my bedroom to hit the sack. It was late night when my cell phone woke me up. I walked out to the living room. She was still laying in her spot, only this time her legs were stretched across the whole couch. She must've woke up after I left because I noticed she wasn't in jeans anymore.
Why were you checking out what she was wearing?
"I didn't say that I checked out what she was wearing, it was just something I noticed."
Sure...
My voice must've woke her up, cause I noticed her shift in her spot and turn to face me.
"Hey," I said, "We've got work to do. Wake up." She sat up and squinted up to me, "Ok" She said in a groggy voice. She yawned, stretched, and made her way into the washroom. A few short minutes later she came out. "Ready." She said. "K." I said, opening the window that lead to the fire escape. "Let's go," I said, hoisting myself up the fire escape stairs to the next floor, "Wait!" She said, leaning out the window and looking up to me, "What are you doing?" I stopped, looking down at her, "We're jumping roofs. Much quicker." She looked up at me with a very unimpressed look, "Are you joking?" "No," I said, climbing up more. "C'mon already." "Why can't we take a vehicle like normal people?" She yelled up at me. "Do I look normal to you?" I said back to her, still working my way up. Instead of pulling herself up and climbing the fire escape like myself, she walked up the fire escape stairs to the roof like a true noob.
Don't be so harsh. It's obviously her first time doing this.
"Oh right," I said, reaching the top and walking across the flat roof, "I guess she's a virgin."
"What?" She said, walking onto the roof from the fire escape.
"Oh I just said that you've never done this before."
She raised an eyebrow to me and walked to the front side of the building.
"So basically, all you have to do it sprint at your fastest, and push off on the very farthest off the edges you can get," I began explaining, looking to the side of the building of where we were going to be jumping to the next roof, "My trick is to picture a big, record breaking chimichanga on the other roof, but you can come up with your own motivator, I suppose."
I turned to see her just starring down, on the very ledge. I just continued, "I'll take you on the roofs that are closer together than others. We don't have to go far." I said as I jumped to the roof next to me. She starred at me from the spot she had been starring on my apartment roof and eventually ran and made her way to the roof I was standing on. I clapped, "See! You'll be fine. It's also easier if you keep it going." I continued to jump roof to roof making sure I heard her landings echoing behind me. Suddenly, I stopped because I heard voices below us in the alley between the roof I was standing on and the one across. I basically had to force her to stop, I'm not sure if she saw me because she had the momentum going to make the next jump had I not stuck my arm out to stop her.
My arm jabbed into her ribs, she bent around my arm and I saw her eyes widen as I'm sure she was about to yell at me and give me shit, but I put my hand to her mouth. "Shh!" I pointed down to the alley and she looked down below us. She stepped back a bit. I made sure she was paying attention as I explained, "Listen, these guys are armed and dangerous. I get sent on the tasks because the only difference between me and you is that to you, those guys are armed and dangerous, but to me they're armed and I'm dangerous." She starred at me blankly. I sighed, "Listen, all I'm saying is I'm an assassin. Whatever they try or threaten to do to me, I'm going to do tenfold to them." I said, sort of preparing her for what might happen.
Might happen?..
"OK, will happen" I clarified to myself.
"Okayyy..." She said, in an uneasy way, still looking down in the alleyway and ignoring my out of place comment. "You stay up here and observe." I jumped down to the top of a dumpster no more than 15 feet down. The sound of my landing shocked the 3 men as they turned toward me, "Hey, did you guys by chance rob a bank on 115th about 34 minutes ago?" Instead of just politely answering my question, two of them drew knives and the one pulled out a gun. This is why I have to kill people. "You asked for it." I said as I pounced at the one with the gun and managed to squeeze the gun out of his hand while simultaneously kicking the guy in the shin beside him. The third guy came behind me and attempted to stab me but before he could I had grabbed his wrist and turned the knife towards him and forced it into his chest instead.
I guess I hadn't thought of why these guys were in this alley, because I didn't notice a doorway right beside us. About half a dozen more men came out. I pulled my katanas out and did what I do best: slice with my blades. I jumped towards the first man that ran towards me and leaped onto his chest. I felt his ribs crack under my feet as I flipped backward in the air and slipped out a katana to slice the heads off the two behind me. The bodies hit the ground as I landed on my feet. I quickly noticed a thud on the dumpster. I turned towards it and saw her run down and kick a guy right in the face as she jumped to the ground. She was going to a punch another guy when I quickly made my way to her and sliced the guys head off while with my other hand grabbing her fist in mid air. I pushed her back towards the dumpster as I turned and continued to slice with my blades.
Good thing she came down when there was only the few left. I was sure she had knocked that one guy out with that kick she did. I turned around to her, "Are you crazy? I told you to watch and wait, you could've been-" Right then I had felt something that I hadn't in a while, but it was still familiar enough.
Ouch.
First I looked down at my abdomen to see a large blade sticking out, and without thinking much I took my arm and swung it backwards with katana in hand, decapitating the son of a bitch behind me. Thought you were sure that she knocked that guy out with her kick. "Guess I wasn't so sure." I said aloud as I watched his head fly and his body drop. I reached to my lower back and pulled out the long blade, which by the way, was not nearly as nice as my beauties. I dropped my katanas and turned around as I felt the blood gush from my wound. I only got a little light headed and I turned around. I almost forgot about her until I felt something on my stomach. Just as quickly as the blood began to gush, I had felt her hands held the middle of my stomach. She was looking at me in shock. I grabbed her wrists as they rested on the centre of my abdomen, and before I could say anything she spoke first, and I could feel the blood still gushing out of the wound to the same beat that my heart was pumping.
That's not embarrassing. Way to freak her out on the first date.
"Deadpool-" Her voice was shaky when she said my name. Then the door behind us opened and before I could see the person I heard gun shots, and just as quickly felt them go through my right shoulder. I pushed her back so she hit the dumpster and fell to the ground, leaned down to grab my katanas, and turned around and dealt with the fucker appropriately. (By appropriately I mean that I used both of my blades and went bananas) I opened the door and looked in, not seeing anyone else, I did see a table with all of the cash laying on it. I turned to check on her but she was already right behind me. She looked at the 3 bullet wounds my right shoulder, then at my stomach, then at my face. "Deadpool." She tried again, in a calmer manner, "Are you ok?" "I didn't mean to push you so hard but I didn't want you to get shot in the pretty little face." I starred at the fine spatter of blood on her face, and turned into the room and scouted around. I looked around to be sure there wasn't any more possible pains in my ass.
Or abdomen.
"Or shoulder."
When I walked back out she had just hung up her phone. "I called the police, they'll be here shortly to grab the cash." She looked at my stomach again, probably noticing it wasn't gushing any more. "K," I said, walking out of the alley way and finding another with a fire escape for us to climb up. I ran up to the wall, and pushed myself off the wall up to the fire escape and pulled the ladder down for her to climb up. The run home was silent, other than the echoes of her jumping behind me and the distant sound of sirens once inna while.
When we got back to my place I crawled in through the fire escape window into my living room and immediately headed to the shower. I tore my suit off and stood in the hot water and felt the filth wash away as I started to feel like myself again. I looked at the 3 bullet wounds at my right shoulder and they seemed almost completely healed. As I finished up, I threw my towel around me and slipped my mask back on to head to get to my bedroom. When I came back out after I slipped on a clean suit, I looked to find her sitting on the couch in her spot. "Uh, the bathroom's all yours, there's clean towels and whatnot in the closet in there." She was looking out the window, but when she heard my voice she looked over to me and stood up, "Oh, awesome, ok." She made her way across the living room, and instead of walking to my bedroom and ending the night like that, my feet stayed glued to the same spot.
When she walked past me, I grabbed her one wrist, gently, then when she looked at me, I took the opportunity to grab the other one and turn her to face me. She looked up at me, her stare was unimpressed but I wasn't looking at her face, I was looking at her hands. She had fingerless gloves on, but I hadn't noticed them anymore since they were so soaked with the blood from my stomach. I shook her wrists as I held them, "My blood is on your hands." She didn't drop that unimpressed look but instead continued to stare at me in the eyes, "I know." I let go of her wrists but neither of us moved, "And your face," I noted. "I know that, too." She starred at me like she could actually see my eyes, "Do you wear that suit and mask all the time?" She asked out of nowhere, "Yep," I said without hesitation. "Why?" She asked back. "Trust me, if you knew how much it costs to make a suit like this, you'd wear it all the time too." Then, she held her hands back up to my stomach and starred at where I had been stabbed through. She looked at her stained red hands against my suit, "I have this healing factor," I said. She looked up at me, hands still in the same spot on my abs, "I put that together not long after you were impaled one second, shot the next, and still managed to make it back here without breaking much of a sweat."
I didn't want to say anything in case she continued to talk, and she did, "You know," Her stare was her stained hands that were flat palmed on my stomach, they blended in perfect with my suit, I didn't even notice she was still wearing her gloves. She lifted her hands off, "I can't help but to notice that there's no rip on your abdomen…" She moved her head and stare up at my right shoulder, "or holes in your shoulder." She kept head starring at my shoulder but shifted her stare to my eyes, "You always wear that suit." "Yes," I treated that statement like it was a question because I'm sure that it was.
She walked towards the bathroom, and stopped at the door way and turned back at me, starring at the ground she said, "You claim to wear it all the time because it was 'expensive to make'.." She looked back up to me, "But I don't see any rips or tears in your suit where you were injured, which means you're either an excellent tailor, or you own more than one suit."
I just gave my head a shake and threw my arms out, "I'm excellent at everything, sweetheart." In the past 5 minutes she had said more words to me than she had in the past day of her being around me. "They can't be that expensive if you have multiples, which means you're hiding something." She turned around and began closing the bathroom door, but I quickly made my way to the door and stopped it from closing with my arm. I opened the door, and she, wide eyed, starred at me. "Look at you all bold over here. Accusing me of hiding something when you haven't even told me your name."
"Well you never asked," She said, raising a shoulder and batting her eyes, "I asked why you always wear your suit, and you gave me an answer covered in bullshit."I tossed my hands in the air, "Why does it matter to you about my suit?" "Why does it matter about my name then?" She feebly argued. I couldn't help but to laugh, "Becausssse..." I started to step back, "Full body suits are not an average thing, and everyone has a name. Hell, even certain objects do, like Axel and Rose here." I said pointing to my twin katanas that were attached to my back, "Knowing people's name is just normal." She rolled her eyes, "Do I look normal to you?" She said in a mocking (and by the way, rude) tone, then shut the door in my face.
I was pretty pissed that she had the nerve to be so sassy and give me attitude after I just took her for her first real on-the-field experience. (I don't just take everyone roof jumping their first time, you know…) But I got over it and made it to my bed instead, and past out.
Until I woke up from a dead sleep with a bad feeling, and it wasn't something I ate.
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it. If you leave a review please give me an interesting or favorite fact or quote from the Deadpool series if you've got one in mind!
