Wanda/Domino

*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***

A/N: If I've made any mistakes, please forgive me. I've seen Deadpool 2 exactly once.

If it wasn't for bad luck, she'd have no luck at all.

Wanda's entire life had been a series of terrible events and ill-fated decisions. She'd lost everything she'd ever loved, everything she had ever valued, and now she was a damn fugitive who was afraid to show her face anywhere for fear of being thrown back into a maximum-security prison in the middle of the fucking ocean with a straight jacket and shock collar and a serious lack of anything resembling hope.

And now she'd been cut off from the rest of her team.

She had no idea where she was, not really. She'd never been in this godforsaken city before, and certainly hadn't planned on getting separated from her friends and completely lost. The rain and her injury weren't helping matters. She was soaked through, her uniform jacket doing very little to protect her from the elements, and she could feel the warmth of blood running down her side. All her appearance did at this point was draw attention to her and that was the last thing she needed, so she stayed off the street, away from the people and lights, and tried to think.

Her damn com link was lost, she had no way to contact anyone, and she was fairly certain she needed stitches. The pain was only growing as her adrenaline rush faded, and each movement was swiftly becoming an agony.

"Fuck."

She stumbled her way through a darkened alley, trying her best to ignore the memories it brought up. Memories of Pietro, and their youth, and the struggle for survival. The fear was too eerily similar.

A gunshot rang out, and she ducked instinctively. The bullet hit the wall right where her head had been, and Wanda threw up a shield just as more bullets followed. She started to move down the alley, keeping her shield up and her back to the wall as best she could, cursing her luck once again. The shooter could be anywhere now. Hell, there could be more of them, all waiting for her to falter so they could take her out. End the threat of Wanda Maximoff forever. Or worse, drag her back to that wretched prison.

Her hands and knees were shaking, her body drained. All she wanted was to collapse and rest.

Someone turned the corner in front of her, a woman. Loose, casual gait and cocky smirk revealed in the flashes of light that managed to penetrate the shadows. Wanda's attention was caught by the strange patch of lightened skin around her left eye, but only until the woman leveled a gun at her.

"You're a hard woman to kill," she said, popping her gum lazily as she looked Wanda over. "I didn't think you'd be this much trouble when I took the job."

Wanda's thoughts were a jumble. How could this woman have said her words? But there was no mistake. She'd been puzzling over them, imagining different scenarios for meeting her soul mate ever since she knew what the words meant. But the sting of her Flare left no room for doubt. Her soul mate was going to kill her.

"Help me," she said hoarsely, unsure if the woman would even hear her. Her vision was getting a bit fuzzy around the edges. Was that normal? Ha ha. Vision is fuzzy, she laughed to herself, imagining a fuzzy synthezoid as she finally passed out.

With consciousness came pain, and Wanda groaned as she opened her eyes and blinked them into a bleary sort of focus.

"You probably shouldn't move," came a nearby voice, and she threw a blast before it even registered who'd spoken. She bolted up in horror, clutching her side in pain and nearly falling over.

"Oh my god!" Wanda stared at her soul mate, who was standing against a wall, arms folded over her chest and looking decidedly unmoved by the smoking hole next to her head.

"That would've hurt," she said, sounding impressed. "Are you done?" Wanda slowly nodded. "Good! Now sit down before you hurt yourself even more," she said. Wanda lowered herself back into the couch and tried to focus.

Her soul mate perched herself on the coffee table and began to probe at her wound. Wanda hissed in pain, but tried to stay still and let her examine it. She blushed as she finally realized her jacket and shirt were missing, and the woman seemed to notice her discomfort.

"I had to get your clothes off so I could tend to your wound," she said. "Plus, I just wanted to get you naked."

Wanda's eyes widened, but her soul mate gave her a wink and a grin, and she felt herself smiling despite her embarrassment.

"It looks good," the girl said, leaning back. "You didn't pull your stitches."

"Thank you," Wanda said softly.

"Don't mention it. I sorta tried to kill you anyway, so maybe this makes up for it a little bit." Her smile was absolutely contagious, and Wanda found it difficult not to lose herself in those liquid eyes. "Call me Domino."

"Domino?"

"It's a thing. I already know who you are, obviously. It's a good thing luck's on my side, or I could've killed you." She leaned forward to brush her fingers over Wanda's cheek, her grin softening into a tender smile. "That would've sucked."

Wanda laughed. "Understatement." She turned her head to brush a kiss over Domino's fingers and watched her pretty eyes darken with lust.

"Don't start something you're in no shape to finish," Domino said with a crooked smile. Wanda had to admit that was probably a good idea. The spirit was willing but the flesh was definitely weak at the moment.

"I don't know how to find my team. Will you help me? Will you come with me?"

"You think they'll have me?" Domino asked, eyebrows raised. Wanda nodded.

"Of course. We belong together. And you seem to have the skills," Wanda said teasingly. Her soul mate just snorted indelicately in response, making her laugh again.

"I'll get you back to them. With a little luck it should be easy enough, and Lady Luck has never let me down." She shot Wanda a cocky grin.

"Never?" Wanda asked skeptically.

"Well, she brought me you," Domino said, and leaned in for a kiss. And as Wanda reveled in the softness of her soul mate's lips, she thought maybe her luck had finally changed.