/-Three Mile Island, Military Base, 1986-/
"You know Fred, there's this nifty little thing called chewing. You should really try it sometime; I hear it works wonders for your digestion."
Dukes didn't spare Wade so much as a glance as he answered, "bigger bites taste better."
"That's true," Amy nodded from her seat next to the imposingly large man. She took a bite of her apple, "but maybe you should slow down."
Deadpool watched with a smirk as Fred did as he was told. "Mama's boy."
"Shut yer mouth, Wilson, nothin' wrong with followin' suggestions from a lady."
"Thank you, Fred."
"No problem, darlin'." He patted her head as softly as he could, which was still rather vicious, due to the weight of his appendage.
"Aw," Wade cooed, "you two are adorable. When's the wedding?"
"Shut yer mouth, Wilson."
Amy giggled softly and took another bite of her apple. She met Wade's eyes across the breakfast table, "Play nice."
"Don't know how you put up with 'im," Fred muttered, standing as his watch beeped. "Ya could do better."
"I know," The couple chorused. The man left the room with a head shake.
The Merc with the Mouth nudged his foot with hers, "you know?"
"Of course I know," She smirked at him, lifting the cup of coffee to her lips. "People tell me that all the time."
His eyes darkened, but remained playful. "Coffee stunts your growth you know."
"Is that right?"
"Mhm," He leaned over the table, "it's probably why you're only- what? Four foot nine?"
"Perhaps." His warm breathe hit her face and she nuzzled her nose with his. "I'm five three."
"Aw," Wade caught her lips in a soft kiss. "Big difference."
"Do you really have to do that right there?" They separated at Wraith's condescending voice. "We eat here."
"Well, we were eating before Dukes gave us a little peek at what he was eating." The sandy haired man shook his head, "honestly, you'd think he was raised in a barn the way he chews."
Amelia just smiled and hopped off the stool. She had just grabbed the coffee pot when Victor and Logan stumbled in. The younger headed straight for the fridge, offering a gruff "Mornin'," to them, before pulling out some bacon.
Victor was content to crack his knuckles audibly before saying anything at all. Wade winced, "well." He shot a look to his lady friend as she poured the new comers a cup of coffee each, "that was disturbing."
"Speakin' of disturbing," Victor ran his eyes over the woman's form as she set the cup in front of him with a minor look of concern. "Why's yer file call you Arson?"
There was an interlude of tense, strained silence before a low burbling sound was added into the kitchen's dead air. Amy's eyes hazed over as the coffee in the pot began to simmer in her hand.
"Now, Ames, let's not do anything irrational-" Wade flinched as the glass shattered from the bulb of the pot. The plastic handle melting in her hands.
"I'll kill him." She growled, throwing the remnants on the floor as she turned from the group.
"Ames! Amy! That'd be kind of irrational!" Her love interest shrieked, running after her, "Amy!"
-/San Francisco, California, 2004/-
None of the X-Men, at least none of the older X-Men, were surprised when John left.
Just like the teen had expected.
They always expected the worst from me, he mused one night, maybe three months after joining Magneto's cause. But now he knew why.
His Parents. He didn't know all the details yet, but he knew enough. Like who his father was, or more accurately, what his father did. Wade Wilson was a mercenary. He killed people, and if he wasn't killing people he was rounding them up.
For what? He wasn't sure yet, but Mystique had promised him she'd get him a file on Wilson in the next few weeks. John got the feeling she was hiding some things about them, but Magneto was more then eager to oblige him with answers to his endless questions.
Pyro tapped a spoon against a bowl, a few other mutants surrounding them who had recently joined there cause. "So," He met the elderly man's eyes, "who was Wilson rounding up?"
"Mutants." Erik replied, smirking as a few others tuned into their conversation, "he was an especially eager solider. One of Stryker's finest."
"Stryker?" A girl asked. She had peroxide blonde hair and angry eyes, "as in William Stryker?"
"That's the one, my dear."
Her grey eyes set on John, "You must have meant Wade Wilson then."
"Yeah, so?" The teen sat up straighter as she scoffed.
"Why are you wasting your time learning about that douche?"
Magneto cleared his throat subtly, drawing their attention back to him. "You knew of him?"
"Of course!" She said, her tone harsh. "He's responsible for abducting half the mutant population on Three Mile Island."
John's heart sunk, "That's where they experiment on mutants, right?"
Another scoff, "duh."
"What's your name, child?"
"Flash." She told them, head held high.
"And what can you do?"
"I can give people flashes of memory when I touch them, I can see their past, or when I touch objects. I can see its history."
"A rather unique talent," Their leader told her, ignoring the still toiling boy next to him. "I suppose if I gave you a few…personal items, you could help the young Allerdyce-"
"As in Amelia Allerdyce?" Flash asked, the disgust back in her voice.
"That's one the one," Pyro replied stoically.
"Help him figure out his personal history," Erik finished.
She agreed, seeming eager to clue in on any more information about the corrupt pair. Although, she swore to keep what ever information she found to herself.
But John wasn't paying attention. He knew why his teachers had been so scared of him all those years.
Magneto wasn't the bad guy- His parents were.
/-Three Mile Island, Military Base, 1986-/
"Don't touch me!"
"Ames, babe, just think this through!"
Amy's hands met his chest in a hard shove, "I don't need to think! I'm sick of thinking! It's time to act!"
Wade grabbed her hands, and pulled them down. "Amy."
"He had no right to show them those files, Wade!"
"I know." He nodded patiently.
"He told me what went on in Kansas wouldn't be part of my record! That it was before my time here!"
"I know." Wade repeated, ignoring the steam that came off her palms as it burned off a layer of skin. "He had no right. He's an idiot, but you know what will happen if you try to fight him."
She was still shaking. Her eyes hazed over and tear filled as he went on, slowly, and with complete stillness. "He'll lock you up. And he'll experiment on you, just like he does the others because you won't cooperate." Wade let one of her hands drop, and he pulled her head to his chest as he murmured, "I really don't want to lock you up, Ames."
