It's safe to say Wade was having a rough day. After laying out his legs and waiting for around two hours on them to fully reattach, he ran away from the scene, uncharacteristically so, and got followed with out noticing them trailing him. Once he handled the fuckboys following him to his humble abode, he tried to understand why he was so off his game; Food? Nah, he'd eaten. Sex? Well, it been a while since he'd been with anyone besides "Jill" and twin sister, but that wasn't it.

Then it hit him.

Bern.

It was Bernadette. The only thing that had changed in his lull of a kickass life was her. He was thinking about her more than his brain usually ever spent on any one thing besides, perhaps, chimichangas. Why?

He knew damn well why.

Because she had done something no one had done in a very long time. Look through the damage and see Wade Wilson. Deadpool was him. It would always be him. But it was a face of him. After the cancer, he couldn't handle life. It became so much that he had to adopt a persona. Which would be Deadpool. It was the side of himself that was unphased by misfortune, laughed in the face of severity and didn't have a serious care in the world. He buried deep the other side of himself. The side that was scared of what people felt, wanted to take care of people and, most surprisingly, the side that needed love. Being the man he was, he often disliked that side. He flirted with everyone and made sure no one got attached, not that anyone was trying. But now that she showed him that someone cared. That he could be loved…

Well, for once, he was speechless.

"Hey, Wilson," Bern called from the kitchen, "got some stir-fry cooking. Ain't ever tried to make this before, but I do believe I did well, cher!"

So what did the Merc with a Mouth do when he had nothing to say?

Ruin something.

"Why are you cooking at like 9 o'clock? Shouldn't you be in bed or something?" He barked.

"Well, I figured I would have something ready for you when you got home," Bern laughed, "and I am not a little old lady, I'm not tired yet."

"Home?" Wade snapped, "who said this was your home?"

The smile fell off of her face instantly. That broke his heart. Why had he said that?

"I…I know, I-I'm sorry, Wade. I just wanted to have something ready for you," Bern swallowed and ducked her face from sight.

"Yeah," He shook his head, "well, I am not hungry."

Then he went to bed.

Alone.

A/N: HELLO HELLO HELLO. It sure has been a long time, victims. I was dealing with some…. Lets call it "deadpool shit" that is now gone so I will fully functional and ready to upload. OMG WHEN I STARTED THIS I NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED THERE WOULD ACTUALLY BE A MOVIE BUT EEEEE ITS THIS MONTH! Alright, ***important*** I WILL NOT BE UPLOADING ON THIS SITE ANY MORE. I will however upload all of this work, along with new chapters on 'Archive of Our Own' under my username "friendlyneighborhodassasssin" I will put a link on another "chapter" on here once I upload everything on there. Whew!

~Love, Your Friendly Neighborhood Assassin~