Chapter Two

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!).


"You're entirely bonkers, but I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are." - Mad Hatter, Alice in Wonderland.


Scarlett's 'friendship' with Wade was going to be the death of her, she knew that. Although, right now, she wished that she was dead.

But that's beside the point.

She always remembers Wade driving her insane when she first met him. God, she could even remember thinking about killing him once.

She's changed her opinion over the years, it seems. Although, she much prefers the opinion that she has right now.


26 December 1960, Toronto, Ontario - 15:40


Scarlett couldn't believe that she was doing this. This of all things, Scarlett just doesn't do. Until now.

"Go to the left a bit."

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, in anger and had to grit her teeth. "Wade, I'd suggest not doing that. I still can't believe that I'm doing this..." Scarlett shook her head.

"Well, start believing, princess. Now if you could go a bit more to the left please, I'd greatly appreciate it." Wade shifted from where he was lying, trying to get Scarlett a bit more over to the left.

She rolled her eyes and moved her hands to the left side of his back. She worked her hands into his back, trying to get finished with this faster. Giving a massage. To Wade Wilson, of all people. Good lord, what has the world come to? "Oh yeah, that's the spot." He groaned, Scarlett could hear the grin on his face. Cheeky bastard...

"Wade, if you don't shut up, I will... Scratch you with my nails." Scarlett instantly regretted it and closed her eyes preparing for what Wade was about to say...

"Why'd you stop, baby doll?"

That? She hadn't been expecting that. That wasn't very Wade-Wilson-like. You might say that she only knew Wade for three days, but that's like three years when you're with Wade Wilson. She began to work her hands yet again.

"And you can scratch my back any time, sweetheart."

There he was. There was the Wade Wilson that she knew. She sighed and opted for staying quiet for the time being. She had to be honest, Wade had a variety of nicknames that were quickly wearing her down. "Wade, I do believe that my name is Scarlett."

Wade chuckled. "I know that, 's just not as sexual sounding as all these pet names." He places his arms under his head and turned his head to look at her. "I haven't got to use them so much 'til now."

Scarlett raised an eyebrow at that. "Bullshit."

Wade smiled widely. "How would you know, babe? You been stalking me without me knowing?" He winked at her.

Scarlett shook her head. "No, I just know how much of a flirt you are."

"Getting jealous?"

"No, far from it actually."

Wade pouted. "That hurt, pumpkin." Scarlett began to get off of Wade's back, because that's where he insisted on her sitting. She couldn't believe that she gave into that. "I demand that you get on your knees and beg for me to forgive you." He wiggled his eyebrows pervertedy.

"When Hell freezes over."

"Oh? I'll be sure to find Jack Frost and tell him to go to Hell this year." Scarlett could hear Wade walking quickly to catch up with her. She turned to look at him but found herself looking at his chest instead of his eyes. Good lord, it was like he was chiseled.

"See something that you like, darling?"

Then he decides to show his personality. "I can't believe how much of a beer belly you have." She spun around and started her journey to her room again.

She could hear Wade gasp. "Well, you should work on your legs more. They're... Fat..."

Scarlett gave an amused sound. "Doubt that very much, Wade."

Wade scouled at the door that Scarlett just closed. Beer belly. He looked down at his chest. He did not have a beer belly. His chest was perfect and yummy just the way it was. As he was looking down he noticed an extra friend. He sighed at it.

Great. Scarlett left and now he had a boner, who was going to help him now?


26 December 1960, Toronto, Ontario - 16:55


"Ouch!"

"You're supposed to defend yourself, babycakes."

"Well I might be able to if you give me some time to fix myself!"

"I gave you five minutes."

"Seconds! You gave me five seconds!"

"Well, there is a five second rule..."

Scarlett gave Wade the most annoyed glare that she's ever given anyone before. "Not for women, there isn't."

Wade crosses his arms and rolled his eyes. "Yes, women and their women rights." He shook his head. "I think that I liked you better this morning, bunny."

Scarlett gave Wade a weird look. "Bunny? That has got to be the worst one Wade, you're slipping." Scarlett chuckled. "Wait, what do you mean this morning? I was asleep this morning."

Wade laughed and ignored her first statement. He wasn't slipping, her being gorgeous was just distracting him. Naughty little sex kitten... There's her next nickname! "Details, details..."

Scarlett looked ready to punch his face in when Mr. Fisk decided to join them. "Mr. Wilson, Ms. Lizotte, how is training going?"

"Terrific! I've learned soo much about her." He turned to Scarlett and smirked. "Haven't I, my little sex kitten?" He sing-songed, placing his around around her shoulder and winking at her.

Scarlett yanked his arm from her shoulder and bit her lip to prevent her from doing anything too drastic. Little fucking prick, Wade was. He'd have to start watching his back, even though that was impossible. Knowing Wade though, he'd attempt to do it.

Mr. Fisk's eyes narrowed at Wade's antics. He turned his head in Scarlett's direction. "Ms. Lizotte, care to elaborate?"

Scarlett sighed. "No, sir." She muttered, giving it more bite than was intended.

"That's all for today, the two of you." Mr. Fisk's glared at Wade and gave Scarlett a look of annoyance. He expected it from Wade, but from the new girl, Scarlett too? He wondered if he was going soft. He looked down at his tummy. God dammit, did he just make a Wade-Wilson-worthy pun?

"Thank you, sir." Scarlett said, exasperated. She actually looked happier. Maybe Wade was wearing her down too much... He wanted her to be excellent at being a mercenary, like Wade was, but if it was going to be this bad, he might have to rethink his strategy.

Scarlett had come out of the changing room with a bag. "Wade." She said coldly, nodding her goodbye.

Wade smirked. "Angel."

Scarlett rolled her eyes and was gone. Wade was about to follow.

Instead, Mr. Fisk calles after him. "Wilson... In my office. Now." Wade didn't refrain from rolling his eyes. Oh great, the almighty Butt Bunny wanted to talk. Yay.


26 December 1960, Toronto, Ontario - 18:25


The nightmares came again, while she was sleeping. She was having some flashbacks here and there. She wondered why she was having them but decided to leave it be, for now.

Thinking about it brought back more memories.

"Becky, why is Mom crying again?"

"Stop drinking, you buffoon!

"Tommy! Oh my God, Tommy!"

"Don't tell me you didn't expect this, Barb!"

"Scarlett, DON'T!"

"I'll be seeing you in Hell."

"Save me a good seat."

She gasped and fell from her bed. These were getting too much, she needed a distraction. Now. But who or what would it be?

Not Wade for certain. She didn't think that he was focused enough to understand what she was going through. Mr. Fisk probably wouldn't care about what she was saying.

Now, Mr. Jack Daniels was always very sympathetic towards her. Maybe he could help? She felt her room to find the kitchen. It wasn't hard to find. She just followed her sense of smell because there was something good going on.

She looked in the doorway of the kitchen to find some meat cooking bt no one guarding it. She shook her head. Bad cooks, not that she was a five-star chef herself but she would be more resposible about her meat.

Grabbing a few pints of beer she made her way back to her room. She turned around but there was someone blocking the doorway. Wade Wilson. Well, shit.

"Whatcha doin', buttercup?" He asked curious, tilting his head a little bit.

"Drinking." She replied bluntly and squeezed between him and the doorway to get through.

"That's a lot of beer..." He commented, there was an emotion in his eyes that Scarlett just couldn't place but it was gone as soon as it was there. She really wondered if he had ADHD or something. She knew very few people who were that unfocused.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, so?"

Wade raised an eyebrow. "How old were you again?"

"Eighteen." She hoped that Wade wouldn't call her out on her lie and that fact that she said it way too fast. He was thinking about it, looking comical.

"I'm coming with you." He grabbes her hand and began to walk towards Scarlett's room. This is exactlywhat she wanted to avoid.

"N-No, it's alright. I'll put it back!" Scarlett was digging her heels into the ground but her resistance was futile. Wade was much stronger and had an extremely firm grip. Great, now she had to talk with Wade in some shape or form.

Wade chuckled at her comment. "Nah, baby kins. You can obviously hold your drink and it's been a while since I got drunk." He decided to stop dragging her and hoisted her up onto his shoulder.

"Hey!" She yelled but was a bit out of breath from her tummy hitting Wade's shoulder. "Put me down! Now!"

"Not a chance, Bambi." Scarlett groaned and stopped fighting Wade. She really wished that he would leave her alone, but she did want some company. Not necessarily Wade's company, but it was company nonetheless.

Wade opened the door to her room and plopped the two of them onto her bed. "So, whatcha wanna talk about? I wanna talk about your legs. What time do you think that they'll open at?"

Scarlett rolled her eyes and opened up one of the bottles of beer. "No Wade, I don't do that shit on the first date."

Wade looked thoughtful for a second but smiled at her. She gave him a weird look. "What abour boobs? D'ya like 'em? I like any fun bags, they're all squishy and soft and yummy. Especially your ones." He proceeded to poke her boob and giggle.

Scarlett smacked his hand away. "I thought that we were here to get drunk, Wade."

"Will getting you drunk, make you think that you're on a third date?"

"No."

Wade crosses his arms defiantly. "Then I don't want to have a drink."

"Whatever floats your boat." Scarlett took another swig of beer. She felt as though this was going to be an awkward night, maybe more weird but definitely awkward.

"So, what's your opinion on vaginas?"

Good lord, this boy never stops.


Holy crap on a cracker, it's been months! I've been so caught up in schoolwork though, I've misses this. I hope you won't kill me you amazing people!

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