Chapter One

Disclaimer: I don't own, nor will I ever own, the 'X-Men' franchise or 'Deadpool'. They belong to their respective owners (Marvel). I do, however, own my OC (Scarlett) and the plot that came along with her (I hope that you'll think that it's exciting!).


"In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again." - Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.


Scarlett wasn't a gambler. Not at all. She was too smart, too cunning to let that happen.

No, poker was the only way for her to earn money, which later she became a mercenary, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. That, however, was not the unforgettable poker match. The most unforgettable would have to be her first.

To this day, Scarlett could still remember her first poker match.

Not because it was fun. It was because that was the first time she met him.

Wade Winston Wilson.


23 December 1960, Toronto, Ontario - 03:45


It was dark and extremely cold. Scarlett shivered, clutching her money firmly in her hand.

Tonight's winning had been pretty tremendous if she remembered right. She smiled smugly to herself, remembering the men's snarls and groans as they lost all their money. Fifty grand to be exact. Scarlett chuckled. Oh, men and their thinking that they are superior to women, she thought happily to herself.

She was almost sure that Mr. Gills was completely outraged about her basically stealing all his money. So, if he sent people after her, she wouldn't be surprised. Scarlett looked around suddenly paranoid. Suddenly, a fist appeared in front of her face and she was knocked to the ground. She groaned and held her bloody nose, as she was being dragged into an alleyway.

Shit, she thought to herself.

There were three men and one man smiled down at her. "Heya sweetcheeks!" He had horribly decaying, yellow teeth and she could smell his breath while she was down on the ground. It smelt like garlic and she made a disgusted face.

Another man laughed and picked her up by her forearms. "What? Something wrong with his face?" He threw her up against the wall and Scarlett winced.

She decided that attacking these men head on would be painful, they were much bigger than her. She could see a pipe in her peripheral vision and decided to wait for the perfect moment to pick it up. A swift punch to the face knocked her out of her thoughts. She yelped, putting on an innocent girl act. "No, please! Don't!" She wailed, scrambling up against the wall.

One man giggled and pretended to pout at her. "Awwwww, this wittle girl wants us to stop!"

Scarlett encouraged her tears to fall. They made her cheeks warm because the weather was so cold. She mentally noted to buy a warm coat. "Please." She whimpered, bringing her knees to her face. She grinned into her knees. Just a minute longer.

When something incredibly peculiar happened. There was a gurgling sound and she could see blood splatter all over the snow in front of her. Her head snapped up alarmed and she saw a long sword pierced through one of the guy's necks. She gasped and stood up instantly.

The other two men gasped panicked, and tried to punch her savior in the face. Her savior quickly punched one guy in the face and started an all out fight with the other.

The man that was knocked down and looked at her, desperate. She got up as quick as she could and grabbed the pipe that she was going to grab. She turned around and saw that the man was running at her.

She brought the pipe back and swung it, hitting the man full force in the forehead. He instantly fell to the ground, a large bloody gash on his forehead.

She looked up at her savior to see that he cut off the man's head. Scarlett gasped and took a few steps back.

Her savior grinned at her and held out his hand. She looked at it confused. "Wade Wilson's the name, saving damsels in distress is the game."

Scarlett gave this peculiar man a strange look before shaking his hand. "Scarlett. Scarlett Lizotte."

Wade grinned widely at her. "Well, if that's not a Canadian name, then I don't know what is." He chuckled, taking his sword out of one of the men's necks. "Well, princess, I guess that you should be on your way."

Scarlett narrowed her eyes suspiciously. This guy was clearly more than this 'vigilante' crap that he's putting on, she'd never seen a man with such great fighting skills and such expensive looking swords on the street. He was probably trained.

Wade raised an eyebrow when he noticed that she wasn't budging and watching him. "Uh, princess? Y'know most people would just grab their things and go..." He trailed off.

"Why did you save me ?" She asked, eyebrows furrowing.

Wade laughed breathlessly. "What? Can't a guy just save an incredibly hot girl, no questions asked?"

"Why did you save me?" She asked again. This time much more sternly.

Wade chuckled and raised his hands in surrender. "Ok, you got me. I'm kinda trying to get laid." Wade smirked and winked at her. Scarlett gave him a dangerous look, not satisfied with his answer. She really didn't like liars. They stood in silence for a while. The wind was cold and Scarlett really just wanted to go home, but she didn't want this Wade person to follow her.

She saw Wade get visibly annoyed. In the blink of an eye, Wade was in front of her, grabbing her hair and holding a small army knife to her neck. Her eyes widened and she tried to attack him to get out of this vulnerable position. It resulted in her being pushed up against the wall, an even more vulnerable position. Great, she thought.

Wade simply grinned at her. He seems to be a smiley type, she'd have to give him a smiley nickname. "Well, princess, I gave you a chance, three actually, to get your cute, perky ass home." He squeezed her bum for exaggeration. She gasped and tried to slap his hand, he slammed his arm that was holding the knife into her arm. She yelped. His whole body was pressed against her now.

"Get. Off. Of. Me." She growled out. Her breath coming in sporadic bursts.

Wade simply giggled, ignoring her. "You lost all chances. I was going to ask nicely but since you decided to be a little bitch about it, I'm going to have to drag you." His knife slightly dug into her neck.

"Where?" She asked, trying to back away into the wall.

He gave her a thoughtful look. "You've heard of Kingpin, haven't you?" Scarlett unconsciously shivered. She had. Suddenly, his body warmth was gone and he looked completely different. "This is gonna hurt, princess."

Scarlett's eyebrow furrowed together. "Wha-" Before she could finish her sentence, Wade had grabbed her head and wacked it against the wall. Darkness quickly took over her vision and she was unconscious.


23 December 1960, Toronto, Ontario - 04:45


Scarlett was brought back to consciousness when a hand smacked her hard in the face. She quickly sat up, which was a big mistake. She groaned and grabbed her aching head. She heard a chuckle come from beside her. "Rise and shine, princess." She instantly recognised that voice and glared internally at it. Wade.

She looked up to see his extremely amused face. She glared at him. "C'mon, time to meet the big boss." He offered her his hand, which she slapped away. He pretended to pout. "Princess, that wasn't very nice."

"Oh, because having your head smashed against a brick wall is very nice." She hissed, softly rubbing her finger in circles.

Wade smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that, princess. I really didn't mean it, besides, I did save your life." He grinned at her, balancing on the balls of his feet.

Scarlett rolled her eyes and sighed. "Where are we going?"

Wade raised an eyebrow. "Were you not listening to me? I said that we're going to the big boss man." Scarlett sighed. Oh yeah, Kingpin, she thought. She sat up and stretched her limbs. Obviously, this wasn't fast enough for Wade and he grabbed her forearms, practically skipping to Kingpin's office. Scarlett yelped as she was picked up and had to jog to keep up with Wade's fast pace.

They finally reached Kingpin's office, with Scarlett out of breath and Wade looking a bit too excited for her liking. "Ah, Ms. Lizotte." Kingpin greeted, smirking. "Please come in and sit down." She gulped and glared at Wade as he pushed her towards a chair. He looked at her and put on an innocent look. 'What ?' He mouthed. She didn't reply and sat down. "I see that you accepted my offer."

Scarlett scoffed. "Well, you didn't exactly give me much of a choice." She retorted.

Kingpin chuckled. "And you sound so upset about it." She gave him a blank stare. "Now, about this job-"

"I don't need this job." She interrupted, glaring at Kingpin.

Kingpin made, what sounded like, a growl, narrowing his eyes in annoyance. "Ms. Lizotte, the last thing that you want to do is annoy me." He warned. Scarlett met his heated gaze with her determined ones. "This job is yours. No. Questions."

Scarlett sighed. "Well then, why me? I'm just some 16 year old girl that won some money from a guy that probably wants to kill me."

Kingpin grinned at her. "You ask 'Why me?'. I'll ask why not you?"

"Well, you don't want me going after your own money, do you?" She raised an eyebrow at Kingpin. He glared back at her and opened his mouth, about to say something.

"I think she's got you there, Mister Blubber Butt- I mean... Sir." Wade cut in smirking at Scarlett. She glared at him when he winked at her.

"Mr. Wilson!" Kingpin boomed. Wade really hit a sensitive spot, Scarlett could tell. Hell, anyone could tell. "Your mouth will kill you one of these days, and you!" He pointed towards Scarlett. He stayed beside her, glaring at her. His breath stank and she had to stop breathing because she really didn't want to smell his breath. Suddenly, he held out his hand.

"You're hired."


23 December 1960, Toronto, Ontario - 05:05


"I thought that I wouldn't have to train!" Scarlett shouted at Kingpin, as he let in three guys. Shit, shit, shit, she thought to herself.

Kingpin grinned, a glint in his eye. "Then don't think of it as training. Think of it as... A competition." He began to go into another room to watch her fight.

"Competition my ass." She breathed nervously. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, she told herself. They were all growling at her and looking at her menacingly. One man swung at her. She ducked and kneed him in the stomach, pushing him away. He instantly feel to the ground, breathless. Well that was easier than I thought, she couldn't help but think to herself.

A swift punch to the nose told her that she'd been staring at that man for a bit too long. The man swung his fist back for another punch, which Scarlett blocked and brought the arm down to her knee. They both heard a sickening snap and the man yelped, falling to the ground and cradling his arm. She turned around to face the one man left, except there were two men. The man that she kneed must have gotten his breath back.

One man ran towards her and one man ran towards a wall. She didn't have time to think about the man running towards the wall as she had to keep blocking all of this man's attacks. He relentlessly tried to get through, before Scarlett got his two arms and kicked him in the face. He stepped back a few steps, dazed, as Scarlett did a roundhouse kick and he fell to the ground.

Scarlett turned to face the final man, except he had something. A pipe. She noticed that behind him there was a huge hole in the wall. She gulped and prepared herself for quite the beating. He grinned maliciously at her and began to swing the pipe. She dodged it once, twice, the third time she got hit in the face, and was knocked down. She groaned, holding her nose and heard the man chuckle. She looked up to see that he was preparing to swing down at her. She quickly rolled and kicked him hard in the knee. Not expecting that, he fell down, losing his grip on the pipe. Scarlett quickly grabbed the pipe and swung it up in the direction of his face. There was a loud crunch as the pipe hit the man in the face and he was down.

Scarlett stared down at him, trying to catch her breath. She was limping because those men really did a number on her. She reached her hand up to feel her nose, noticing that she had a nose bleed. Well that's just fan-fucking-tastic. Suddenly, she heard clapping. Her head snapped up to see who it was. Kingpin. She glared at him, half-heartedly.

"You did excellent, Ms. Lizotte." His slow clapping halted. "I have a feeling that you will do great here." She noticed that he was now smoking. Dirty habit, that. She sighed and held a hand to her nose and the other hand to her thigh.

She glared at him. "May I go to my room?" Kingpin raised his eyebrows expectantly. "Sir." She said sarcastically.

Kingpin nodded. "Wilson, take the lady to her room."

"Oh, don't mind if I do, sir." Wade smirked and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "That was some awesome footwork there, princess. Not as awesome as mine, of course, you need to work on your power." He droned on about what she could improve and Scarlett was getting tired. It had to be very early in the morning and she hadn't got any sleep. "I bet you've got some power in those thighs." He stared at them for longer than he should've.

"Wade?" Scarlett was starting to get irritated.

"Yes, princess?"

"Shut. The fuck. Up." She ground out. Her nose was killing her and the blood loss from her nose was starting to get a headache. "When will we be there?"

"We're here now, princess." He pointed towards a door.

Scarlett glared and immediately opened the door. "That's my door, princess." She sighed and opened the other door. Wade chuckled. "Oh, one more thing, princess." Scarlett was ready to kick Wade's ass. "I forgot to ask earlier but... Are you a moaner or a screamer?"

The question caught Scarlett slightly off guard and her eyebrows rose. She did decide to play along in his game though. "I'm actually neither, Wade. I'm a pouter, men like it when I play hard to get, Mr. Merc with the Mouth." She smirked at him before giving him a hard look and closing the door in his face.

That. Was. Nice. She wished that slamming a door in Wade's face was her job.

Wade's eyes widened before grinning at the closed door. A girl that plays hard to get? He never met someone like that before. He opened his door as he stared at Scarlett's. He thinks that he likes hard to get. He remembered the other thing she said.

Merc with the Mouth... That has a nice ring to it.


Okay, I edited the crap out of this chapter and slightly edited the prologue. I am much happier with these chapters than the other ones. So, I'd love to know the opinion of what you guys think of the new and improved story.

Well, I gotta go you guys, it's been fun. Peace.

- Mrs. Cubbles