Wade and one of the regulars were walking to the strip club where Vanessa worked. Both men were very, very not pleased – especially Wade. Not only had Amy, the woman he had started to see in a romantic light, been taken by Francis, but the shitbag was also her ex-husband. The ex-husband who Wade had sworn to beat to a pulp for leaving her so abruptly.
And now, Francis was after Vanessa as well, the woman who he hadn't seen in person for ages. He had put her in danger, he had put both of them in danger just for being around him! God knew what Francis was going to do to Amy, to both of them. Wade remembered the torture he had been put through as a patient, as a prisoner…
The thought made Wade speed up walking. He had several men out to try and figure out where Amy and Francis might be while he and another man had decided to grab Vanessa. Weasel had seemed like he wanted to volunteer, but then he had thought better of it, instead trying to use the limited knowledge he had gotten from Amy about Francis as her husband to try and find a spot he would have taken her to.
"Do you know what you're going to say to her?" The regular asked suddenly.
Wade groaned, he hadn't thought about anything except Amy being in danger, though that would probably make Vanessa hit him. "Ugh, fuck me," he said after coming with nothing that wouldn't involve his harm.
"Uh, I'd maybe not start with that," The regular suggested.
The two stopped talking as they entered the club just in time to hear the DJ – holy shit that was his Stan Lee cameo? If Wade had more time he would have jumped up and down and talked to the man for hours – to call out, "Hey, coming up on stage right now, give it up for Chastity!"
"Or, as I like to call her, irony," The man said with a small smirk.
Wade frowned in his direction, "Focus," he snapped.
The man frowned back. "Of course I'm focused. I care about Amy more than you do, considering I didn't leave her randomly and break her heart."
Wade blinked. "Are you drunk?" he asked with a suspicious sniff in the man's direction. "We don't have time for this. Why don't you sober up outside if you can't keep your fucking hands to yourself." Shaking his head, Wade turned his back on the other man and faced the rest of the strip club.
He had to find Vanessa before numbnuts then, at least then he could get some sort of victory over the British ass. But the hard thing about trying to find a specific person in a strip club was that the lighting was low and it was crowded. He had to shove his way through the crowd before he even caught a glimpse of Vanessa's hair.
Someone suddenly tapped him roughly on the shoulder, making him jerk around just in time to see the man glaring at him. "This is all your fault," the man snapped.
Wade groaned in frustration. "We don't have time for this," he repeated. He tried to turn away from him, but the man grabbed his shoulder and roughly turned him back around. "What the hell is your problem?"
"My problem?" The man laughed and shook his head. "My problem is that you're suddenly acting like you give a damn about Amy! Do you realize how much you hurt her by leaving? She fucking loves you Wade, and you broke her fucking heart."
Wade stared at him for a long moment, his mind taking far too long to process what he had yelled at him. Amy, the red-head Amy who wore floral dresses and blushed at dirty jokes loved him?
"And now you don't even have the balls to respond. Typical," The man snorted, pulling Wade from his swirling thoughts. "I should have punched you and kicked you out on your ass when you walked through the door. At least I can make up for that mistake now."
It took Wade, once again, too long to fully process what the man said to him, and that was his mistake. He was suddenly aware of a painful punch hitting him square on the nose, sending him backwards and into the crowd.
"What the hell?!" Wade yelled.
They were thrown out roughly, Wade protesting the entire time, trying to convince the security guards that Vanessa was in danger. They had just laughed, thinking him as drunk as his companion was. The door was slammed behind them, barring them from entering.
Enraged, Wade turned on the other man. "What the fuck was that?" He yelled. "You just fucking made us loose our chance to get Vanessa!"
The man took a step. "You should be thanking me," he boosted. "You don't need Vanessa when you got Amy."
Growling, Wade grabbed the man by the throat and shoved him against the wall oh so conveniently near by. "If you ever come close to Amy or Vanessa or me, I will make sure you can't talk again." He glared at the man. "Is that clear?"
The man gave a very unmanly whimper and nodded.
"Good." Wade took a step back, allowing the man to fall to the ground. He gave him a sharp kick in the stomach. "Now get the hell out of my sight."
As the man scurried off, Wade frowned at the strip club. How was he supposed to get Vanessa now? And what had that man been talking about? He had said that Amy loved him, that her heart was broken by him when he left. The way the man had acted about Vanessa, as if she somehow threatened Amy…
He cursed and kicked the wall, wincing when he broke his toe. It was true, he was starting to like Amy, had definitely had urges around her, but he didn't want to act on those feelings unless Amy gave him a reason to and she never had…except for all those times she had blushed, all those times she had stood up for him, all those times she helped him because he asked, all those times she smiled at him…fuck. Amy liked him in the exact same way he liked her, and now she was taken by Francis. To make matters worse, the woman he had had sex with for months and then ghosted was also getting taken by Francis and there was nothing. He. Could. Do. About. IT!
He cursed and kicked the wall again.
Inside the club, the manager walked over to Vanessa, one of his better strippers. She had a great energy about her that seemed to pull men in. "Vanessa! Someone out back asking for you. Something about an old boyfriend and a saint."
Vanessa looked up, her eyes widening. Grabbing the two things Wade had left behind when he left, his jacket – which she now wore – and his coin purse – which she now used – she slipped to the alley and walked out carefully. "Amy?" She called softly. "Is everything okay? Is Wade okay?"
The female figure she was talking to, which she assumed to be the cheerful, smiling red-head, started to walk towards her. As it got closer, Vanessa took a step back as she realized whoever it was, it was clearly not Amy. The person was too big, too tall. When they stepped completely out of the shadows, Vanessa was able to see a woman with a sharp, angular face and dark hair.
"You have Wade Wilson to thank for this," she said smugly. "And Amy." Vanessa turned, deciding to make a run for it. She tried to notify someone by crying out, but all that served was for the female's arm to slap down on her mouth and for her to be quickly knocked out.
Around the corner, Wade jerked up at the abruptly stopped cry. He had a sinking pit in his stomach, but that didn't stop him from sprinting to the alley. He stopped, looking around. It was empty, except…
With purpose, he walked down the alleyway to a small coin purse and picked it up, recognizing it instantly as his. "Fuck...Mother fucker!"
Wade had sprinted back to his apartment, too worked up to ride in a cab or use the subway. He stormed in and immediately yelled loudly for Weasel.
The man came running, taking in Wade, the lack of the man he had left with, and the lack of Vanessa. "What happened?"
"Fucking asshat tried to pick a fight! Got us kicked out and Vanessa got taken!" Wade yelled. "Asshat thought it was so great because I don't need Vanessa because Amy loves me!"
Turning towards one of the shitty Ikeas, he kicked it hard, sending it flying apart. "He said I don't care about Amy because I left her and broke her heart but I do! That's why I'm hunting down fucking numbnuts Francis!"
He turned on a mannequin, beating at it. Weasel just took a step back, holding up his hands in a placating, or terrified, way. "Wade," Weasel started in what might have been a try at a calming voice. "Wade you need to calm down before you hurt something."
Wade just growled and knocked over another mannequin and started to beat that one. They were Amy's mannequins she had brought over to help with his suit. She would have told him to stop, she would have calmed him down, but she. Wasn't. There.
"Chocolate! Jimminy! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh, I'm gonna rip this mother fucking –" he ranted at the mannequin. His phone went off, making Wade growl at the sudden interruption. "Find that! Find that, I'm going to get angry!"
Scurrying away, Weasel grabbed the phone and brought it over. "Here, it says Vanessa. No, wait, it's Francis. He says he wants you to come to him."
Wade frowned and pointed at the second text Francis had sent. "What are those?"
Weasel looked at the text and also frowned. "Well one's a red-head female, so I think that's Amy and the other is the shit emjoi." When Wade continued to give Weasel a confused face, the man explained, "You know, it's the turd with the smiling face and the eyes. I thought it was chocolate yogurt for so long."
Wade glared at Weasel. "I need guns."
"Okay, which ones?" Weasel asked.
"I need all the guns!" Wade yelled.
This led to Wade, Weasel, and even Al ransacking the living space for all the guns that had been scattered over the place. They were all dumped in Wade's – and Amy's considering how much time she had spent there – work room.
"That's about 3000 rounds," Weasel guessed, looking at the stack of many, many guns.
Wade smirked and gave a wink to the person reading. "Well, we all know what I can do with twelve."
Al, with the second to last gun, came into the room, with said gun pointed at Weasel and Wade. Not trusting her to not accidently shoot him, Weasel backed up very quickly. "Woah, woah, woah."
"Careful with that, Ronnie Milsap. We're downrange," Wade snapped as he took the gun from her.
"I was gonna spend the night assembling the Volgie, but this is holding my interest," Al said with a motion in the general direction of the guns.
Wade shook his head. "I told you, we're going with the Oordvash, not the Bjorsha, get it through your head or get outta fuck town!"
Choosing to not reply, Al thought about all the locations of the guns she knew about and then nodded. "Shit. That's all the pieces in the house."
Having expected her to say that, Wade shook his head. "Na, na, na, na, na. Let's go, cough it up. Up, up, up, up, up." He smirked as Al obediently bent over to pull her pant leg up, revealing the small gun she kept strapped to her sock. She took it out, prompting Wade to quickly order, "Ugh, down, down, down."
"Fuck you," Al snapped even as she handed the pistol over.
Weasel nodded in approval. "Five cal. I like it." He turned to Wade and then sighed. "Wade. I'd go with you, but I want to make sure Amy has a nice place to come back to," he admitted.
Wade nodded, he had expected as much. Weasel had lived with Amy, had treated her like a younger sister. Of course he would know how to make a comfortable place for Amy when she came back. Plus, Weasel was also an unreliable coward at the best of times.
So Wade walked over to his blind roommate and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Listen, Al. If I never see you again, I want you to know that I love you very much. Oh, and also, there's about 116 kilos of cocaine buried somewhere in the apartment, right next to the cure for blindness. Good luck."
He walked out with all the guns in Amy's floral duffel bag. Behind him, as he was leaving, he heard Al say to Weasel, "Is that sweet girl alright?"
That just made him walk faster, because it reminded him of just how important the two women at stake were.
I have been cranking these chapters out! Chapters 3 through 9 have been written in the span of two days and there are only 12 chapters in this story, which means there's three chapters left. Three.
For this chapter, I hope the guy who started yelling at Wade made sense. I mentioned before that there were a couple of regulars who knew about Amy's crush and had wanted to just tell Wade themselves so he's one of them. With how common knowledge Wade's disappearance and Wade/Vanessa likely were, I can see at least someone getting pissed off that Amy is, appearance-wise, playing second fiddle to Vanessa again.
Plus, now Wade finally knows that Amy likes him.
I originally had a thing with Wade yelling at the author for kicking him out just to serve the plot of the movie, but it ended up turning out clunky so I got rid of it. Honestly a lot has changed from my original plans to the actual story. Francis and Amy were unplanned, and so was James and Amy.
I hope you guys like the chapter though!