All of the Deadpool characters do not belong to me, majority of the story is mine, but all of the actual story line remains with Stan Lee and Marvel~
Chapter Thirty Three
As the years go by, a lot of things have changed. I guess the best place to start is how I properly proposed to Emily.
After she was given the okay to leave the hospital, Emily and I got back to how it used to be. We moved all of her things in, not that she had too many to put away, mostly clothes.
Fury spoke to the cripple, I mean, Charles Xavier, about Emily and I working at the school and, being the level headed person he is, he accepted us as the newest teachers.
Emily started teaching the students that were regular humans how to work with computers while
I taught combat to both humans and mutants.
I'm not gonna say that was the perfect teacher because I would be lying. There were days that I didn't show up to class because I didn't feel like going, and there were some days that I would have the kids face off against me, which wasn't the best idea in hindsight.
The nurse knew me by name after a week of being at the school.
What was nice was that Emily got off of work before I did and when I walk back to our apartment, she's there to greet me.
I was always welcomed by a warm hug and a small kiss on the cheek before we would go to the kitchen and make dinner together.
Well, to be honest, SHE made dinner and I just helped whenever there was a task that didn't involve fire.
I knew for a while that I wanted to marry her, but I wanted to give it some time before asking.
Before I realized it, a year had gone by and I thought that it was finally time to think of the proposal.
I remember before that I didn't want to make it a big deal, but that was before the cancer, the break up, and other shit, so it should be special this time.
Well, as special as I could make something, which usually just involves an excessive amount of swearing and crude jokes.
The Deadpool specialty, as I call it!
It didn't take me long to think of something that would take her off guard, but I needed help.
On March thirty first, I walked into Wolverine's office and hugged him from behind.
"Wolfie! I missed you!" I say, but he pushes me away, "What do you want, Wilson?" He groans, cleaning up the few paper on his desk and I sit on his desk as he does, "Aw, Chewie, that's no way to talk to your best friend!"
He rolls his eyes, "Are you ever going to run out of dog, hair, or animal jokes for me?" He asks sarcastically and I replied, "Well, technically Chewbacca is its own species or Wookies, so it's not an animal. But," I raised my finger in the air to add emphasis on the 'but'.
"The answer to your question is no," I finish and he just stares at me with an annoyed expression, "What do you want?" He repeats and I lean in a bit as I say, "I need your help,"
He shakes his head as he walks out of his classroom and into the hallway, "Nope, last time that I helped you, I regretted it immediately. Never again, Wilson," he dismisses me and I follow behind as I groan.
"God, one pipe bomb and NOBODY trusts you again! I swear, people are so finicky. However!" I exclaim before picking up my pace to then be in front of him.
I place my hands on his shoulders as I go on, "I promise, this is something for Emily, not for fun,"
"For, Emily?" He asks as he looks at me confused. I nod before looking around my surroundings to make sure no one could hear what I was about to say.
Once I know the coats is clear, I lean in and say, "I'm gonna propose to her,"
Wolverine's quiet as he looks at me puzzled. I stare back for a few minutes, confused by his silence, "Was it something I said?" I ask and he shakes his head a bit.
"Sorry, I just didn't take you for the 'settling down' type," he explains and I nod, "Yeah, I could see that, but anyway!" I exclaim again as I shake his shoulders a bit, making him growl softly at me.
"I want you to help me with it!" I finish and he sighs before pushing my arms away and then crossing his own over his chest, "What's your plan?" He asks and I grin as I go on to tell him all of the blue prints and ideas I had.
It took us about an hour to finalize the plan and we agreed on the course of action.
Emily wasn't gonna know what hit her, on April 1st, April Fools day, I walk into my classroom and pretended to be exhausted. On days that I was tired, the kids just knew that we were either watching a movie, no notes, or we'd be doing nothing.
So when I walk into the classroom looking groggy, half of the class gets their cellphones out while the other half get out their tablets and laptops to start playing games.
Everything was going according to plan so far, Emily's class would be about a quarter of the way through by now, so I was on time.
Wolverine knew that he had to wait until twelve to barge into the classroom, but it's only eleven.
I'm jittery, but trying to look as sleepy as I can for my students to have a genuine reaction to the proposal.
As twelve o'clock comes, I'm sinking into my desk chair, a blanket that I keep in the bottom drawer is draped over my chest, and I'm waiting for Wolverine.
Before the number four changed to five on the clock, telling me that he's almost five minutes late, I hear footsteps making their way down the hall.
Three loud bangs occur on my door and I fake a groan as I get up and sluggishly make my way towards it, leaving my blanket behind. I turn the knob and swing the door open to show
Wolverine glaring at me. I rub nonexistent sleep out of my eyes and say, "Hey, Wolfie, what's up?"
"What's up?!" He growls before shoving a piece of paper in my face, "You gave all of my students a copy of the exam that I spent two weeks making!"
I roll my eyes, "Calm down, one of your students was telling me that your tests were too hard, so I helped them out, what's the big deal anyway? Good grades are good grades, aren't they?" I say as I turn to slowly walk back to my desk.
He grabs my arm and pulls me back, "Good grades are only great if no more than half of the class gets one hundreds, not the entire classroom! People are gonna think that I go easy on my students!"
"Well that's not my problem, claws!" I retort as I push him away from me and he clenched his fist, "Don't lay another finger on me, Deadpool," he warns me and I grin.
"Or what? You're not gonna do anything, this school won't allow it," I say and he shakes his head, "I mean it, Wilson, watch that fucking mouth of yours or else," he warns me again and I scoff at him.
"Or what? You're gonna pierce me like a fucking skewer?" I joke and he shakes his head.
"No, I'm just gonna take your hand off," he states bluntly and I give him a questioning look, but before I could say anything, Wolverine grabs my wrist and slices my hand off with his claws.
I scream and drop to my knees as I search for my hand.
The kids start screaming as they watch blood pour out of my wrist and I keep yelling, "WHAT THE FUCK, WOLVERINE! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"
He groans as he puts his claws away, pulling out a rag and picking up my still twitching hand.
He wrapped it up really tight after placing the ring in the palm of that hand with his back turned to the class so no one saw.
With his free hand he pulled me to my feet, "Alright, now that that's out of my system, let's get you to the nurse," he said and I shook my head as we made our way to Emily's office instead.
"Wade, the nurses' office is this way!" Wolverine yells and I grab my hand that's wrapped up before running into her office, "Emily's nicer than her!" I yell before knocking repeatedly on the door.
Wolverine groaned a 'God damn it, Wade', but grins as he watches the scene unfold.
"Emily let me in! Wolves gone wild clawed off my hand!" I yell and she sighs, "Wade, I know it's April Fools day, you're not gonna get me," she says flatly and I grin to myself.
I knew that she wouldn't fall for it on today, she won't be expecting what's about to happen.
"Don't say I didn't warn you!" I yell before turning the knob and walking into her classroom and when the kids see me, half of them scream while the other half either gagged or threw up. Emily turns her head in my direction and her jaw drops.
The round glasses on the bridge of her nose drop a bit when she sees me and I internally groan to myself.
Shit, I didn't think that she was going to look NICE today! Fuck! Now I'm gonna get blood all over her black mini skirt and orange top. She's gonna be SO pissed! Oh well, 'the price of love', I'll say.
"I told you!" I exclaimed and she runs over to me, her black with a red sole underneath stilettos clicking each step, and grabs my arm.
"Why did you come to MY office?! Go to the nurse!" she yelled and I shook my head, "No, you're nicer to me than she is," I explained and she glared at me, my blood flowing a little bit slower now that the wound has been open for so long.
"I'm nicer to you than EVERYONE!" She yells, waving her free arm in exaggeration to emphasis her point. I groan in annoyance.
"Whatever, can you just check my hand and make sure that it's still in tack?" I ask her as I bring up the wrapped up severed hand.
She gagged, "What? Fucking NO, Wade! That's disgusting!" she exclaims and pushes my arm away, "Emily, please?! It's my dominant hand!" I whine and she looks down at my severed left hand and then back at me in confusion, "I thought you were right handed?"
Ugh, me and my big mouth.
I shake my head, "Same difference, could you please check it already?!" I yell and she growls back, "FINE! But I'm not doing this ever again, got it?!"
"Yes, yes, yes, that's fine, now please open it!" I exclaim again, but feel my heartbeat pick up as I watched her unfold the cloth around it in anticipation.
She unravels the knot Wolverine made and then starts to peel back the layers of blood soaked cloth.
Eventually, you can see my curled up hand, but when she removes the last fold of cloth, my hand twitches to reveal the ring, but before she saw the ring, Emily screams bloody murder.
I covered my ears along with at least half of the class, the other half were still puking.
After a minute or two, Emily finally stops screaming and I cry out, "Damn you have some pipes on you! You could be Black Canary's rival for fucks sake,"
She ignores me and takes a closer look at my flexed hand now and sees in the palm of it a ring.
The band is silver with a small diamond in the middle and two even smaller rubies next to it, one for each side.
She groans as she sits back on her legs, "Jesus Christ, Wade! You didn't have to go this fucking far for a proposal!" She exclaims and I chuckle, "But I wanted to do it today, and I knew that you wouldn't believe me unless I made it convincing, so I asked Wolfenstein if he would-"
She cuts me off by pulling on my suit and bringing me down for a kiss.
I let what I was saying go and lean in closer to have my right arm wrap around her waist, brining us closer.
After a couple of small kisses, she pulls back to place her forehead against mine and said, "You're such an idiot sometimes, but I fucking love you for it,"
I chuckle and take her hand in mine, "Baby, being an idiot is my specialty," I reply before going in for another kiss.
Some of the kids start clapping or whistling as they congratulate us. My class had come over and taken pictures of us.
And yes, I went to the nurses office immediately after that, but Emily went with me, making sure that the ring was clean of my blood before putting it on, of course.
The rest of the day went off pretty normally, Emily went back to teaching her lesson and I hung out with my students Wolverines class. We talked about how we planned the proposal and why I wanted it to be the way it went.
That night when I walked in, Emily was setting the table, still in her mini skirt and heels. I grinned to myself as I went up behind her and dragged my fingertips up her thighs.
She gasped, but didn't move as I moved my mask before leaning down to give her neck kisses.
As I bite her neck, my hands grabbing her hips and pulling her flush against me, "I think we should commemorate our engagement," I growl into her ear and she turns her head to flash me a grin over her shoulder.
"Wow, commemorate, that's a big word for you," she teases me and I spin her around before pulling her up to sit on my hips. I carried her to the bedroom and lay her down and start pulling on the zipper of my suit.
"I've learned some more vocabulary thanks to you," I say and once my suit starts to slide down my torso, Emily moves up and practically peels it off of me.
I leaned down once we gotten our clothes off to kiss her as my hands wandered. She digs her finger nails into my back and I move down to give her neck attention, "You know," I start to say and continue in between kissed and bites.
"I really don't want to have a wedding," I admit and she surprised me by saying, "Me neither," I pull back to look down at her confused, "Really? I thought a lot of girls wanted some big celebration and ceremony for this kind of stuff,"
She shrugs, "Most, but honestly," she pauses in the middle of her sentence to reach up and stroke my cheek, "As long as I'm legally married to you, I don't care. If we celebrate than I would rather it be between us, not with a bunch of people that I may or may not know," she explains and I nod, mulling over her words.
"Besides, weddings are expensive and overrated as it is," she says as she lifts up and bites my bottom lip, causing a shiver to roll down my spine.
I push all thoughts of a wedding away and put all of my focus towards her.
Thank god it was Friday or I wouldn't have slept a wink that night.
To Be Continued~