Landing in Hawaii around 5pm Wade and Alyssa wasted no time finding their hotel, getting checked in, and making their way to the 5th floor. Wade stopped just outside their door.
"Have I told you today that I love you?" he smiled at her.
"I think you have," She took his hand as he opened the door.
The room was breath taking, rose petals strewn across the floor, leading from the door, to the king sized bed in an adjacent room to the small living room. The bathroom had a two person Jacuzzi tub, which had a bottle a champagne and two glasses, there were candles set up waiting to be lit.
"Wow," was all she managed to say pulling her lover to her, "So sweet." she kissed him.
"Glad you like it," he deepened their kiss.
She pulled away looking him in his eyes, "Wade, it's things like this that make you perfect for me, don't ever doubt that." she ran her hand across his scarred face.
He winced as she ran her hand over an open sore. She pulled back.
"Don't stop," he whispered grabbing her hand and placing it back on his face.
"I don't want to hurt you," she caressed his cheek.
"The pleasure is better than the pain, love."
She ran her hand gently across his face, grabbing the back of his neck and kissing down his jaw line.
"Your so beautiful," she whispered.
He blushed still not understanding how she could think he was anything more than a freak or a monster.
"I love you," he moaned. His thoughts becoming clouded with lust as she found that one spot on his neck she knew drove him wild.
"I love you," she moaned against his flesh.
He pulled away from her, "I need you."
His breathing was jagged as he lifted her up and pressed her against the wall. His chest pressed tightly to hers. Her lips found his, pulling his bottom lip into her mouth, she bit him gently. He moaned bucking his hips into her. Wade ran his hand down her chest, trailing her stomach, finding the hem to her shirt, and lifting it over her head. He kissed down her neck, working the clasp on her bra and throwing it in the floor. She moaned as he used one hand to pull her pants off. She enjoyed the way he could easily hold her up and disrobe her.
Desperate to have his skin on hers she pulled his hoodie and shirt off in one quick motion. He fought with the button on his jeans, with his throbbing member pressing hard against the zipper. Finally he won the battle, his cock straining against her leg. Using one hand he lined his oozing cock against her dripping entrance. He pushed inside her, the tightness and warmth drove him wild.
She bit her bottom lip digging her nails into Wades back, "God, Wade."
His hot flesh entering her, the walls of her delicate sex burning seeming to tear to accommodate his girth. The full feeling was overwhelmingly pleasurable, she rocked against him in a quite plea for him to move.
"Like that?" He grinned kissing her neck. Resisting the urge to pound into her.
"You know I do." she hissed as he pushed deeper inside her.
"That's my girl," he moaned grabbing her hips pushing into her faster, enjoying her warmth as it fully engulfed him.
He ran his hand across her chest finding her nipple and rolling it in his fingers. She moaned and pushed down on him. His pace quickened as he felt her quiver around his cock, know that her orgasm was close. His ridged scarred cock hitting her g-spot over and over, pushing her over the edge. She couldn't hold back, she leaned down her breath hot on his neck.
"I love it when you make me cum," she moaned nibbling on his ear, "Do it again."
"Anything for you," he moaned slamming into her digging his nails into her hips.
He slowed his pace pushing intentionally into her spot causing her to dig her nails into him almost painfully. Her breathing was fast, her chest pressing on his with need. Her tongue exploring his neck, tracing down a scar, kissing his neck, grazing her teeth against him.
His quickened his pace, feeling the familiar burn in his loins, he forced her down on his aching member driving deeper inside her. He spilled his seed inside her, feeling her go limp against him.
He carried her to the bed, laying her down. His softening member sliding out of her. He laid down beside her pulling her to him. She laid her head on his bare chest, tracing his scars with her finger. They really didn't bother her as much as they did him. She saw past them, into his soul, which while in a dark place was beautiful.
She snuggled into him, taking him in, never knowing if she would wake up and he'd be gone. The thought of not having him with her made her heart hurt, a rogue tear slid down her face, landing on Wade's shoulder. He sat up looking at her.
"Babe?" he tilted her face to him, "What's the matter?"
"It's nothing," another tear escaped.
"Why are you crying?"
"I just.. just thinking.. I don't want you to leave me."
"I'm not going anywhere." he held her to him rubbing her back.
"It just scared me that I could wake up one morning and you'd be gone."
"Why in Hell's name would I do that?"
"I don't know, you are the one that put the idea in my head."
"Well, you're the one who said I wasn't allowed to just leave. That if I did you would dismember me. I'm not leaving, unless you want me to," he planted a kiss to her head.
Oh my God! We get it, neither of you are secure in this relationship! Just shut the fuck up about it!
Who asked you anyway?
The guy reading this with his cock in his hand and a bottle of lotion... I got your back buddy!
Well the chick over there with the Haagen Dazs and the cute kitten... Oh, he's so fluffy!... likes it, so fuck off! Holy shit, Ali's still talking.
"You better not, 'cause I really don't know what I would do with your nuts once I cut 'em off."
"That still sounds really kinky."
"Is everything a joke to you?"
"Not everything," he snuggled up to her.
She laid her head on his shoulder. She was exhausted from the flight, and their evening fun. Sleep quickly finding her. He drifted off behind her. Sleep hadn't always been so easy for him to come by, sometimes having to resort to blowing his brains out to get a minutes rest.
Morning came quickly, sun shining in their beach side room. Ali opened her eyes her betrothed still sleeping beside her. She kissed his lips softly, licking his bottom lip, adoring the way he tasted. He moaned a little opening his eyes to see hers staring back at him.
"Good morning," he managed to say still groggy. He pulled her down on top of him. Feeling her warmth crashing down onto him.
"Good morning beautiful," she felt his arm wrap around her.
"So breakfast? I hope they have pancakes." he yawned rolling her off him gently.
"Probably not, just spam and Reese's," she rolled out of bed grabbing a pair of shorts and a tank top.
She stood at the bathroom door watching as Wade drained his bladder. She really needed to go herself, and was dancing by the time he finished. She almost pushed him down trying to get to the toilet. She sat down, putting her feet in her shorts and working them up her legs.
"That looks so boring, like waiting on a bus, at least I gots me a toy." he said while twirling his flaccid penis as he brushed his teeth.
"Yeah maybe so, but at least I don't have to worry about pissing all over the bathroom floor." Ali said pulling her shirt over her chest.
"White shirt, no bra? Risky isn't it?"
"The only thing I risk is you pawing all over me," she joined him at the sink brushing her teeth and hair before heading downstairs for breakfast.
She grabbed the key card off the counter sliding it into her back pocket. He pulled his hood up and they walked hand and hand down to the small breakfast area.
They quickly ate breakfast, then made their way upstairs, bad guys didn't kill themselves (Except that one time). Wade grabbed the equipment bag from the living room and fished their best killing attire out.
"Here you go babe," he said passing her "The Murder Suit" as she called it. She stripped down sliding the spandex over her legs. She got her top on and zipped, grabbing her mask sliding it over her face, and pulling her hood up.
She heard the familiar sound of Wade's blades sliding into their rightful place on his back. She walked over to the bag to get her gear. Sliding a 9mm into the gun holster on her hip, grabbing an extra clip or two and putting them in her pouch. She grabbed her favorite sword and slid it's sheath on her other hip. Grabbing two daggers she was ready to go.
"Smoking hot," she heard her lovers voice behind her.
She turned to face him, "Ready?"
"No," he said as he let out a long wet sounding fart. "Now, I'm ready."
She rolled her eyes, "Glad we are leaving that here I guess."
They left the hotel catching odd stares from guests, Deadpool stopping for photo-ops that no one asked for. They got in the cab heading to the docks. They got there just in time to see the smugglers boat pull into the harbor.
Wade lead her through the small vessel, she made sure to keep close to him, while watching her back. They came up on the deck where the crew, five really nasty looking men, was busy gathering massive amounts of weaponry.
"Hey assholes!" Deadpool called out, twin guns in hand. Three shots rang out hitting two of the would be attackers, the third shot hitting the biggest gun runner in the shoulder.
"And just who the fuck do you think you are?" he said closing the gap between himself and Deadpool.
"I think I'm Deadpool, sometimes I'm not so sure." he said cocking his head to the side firing another shot hitting the man in the head.
Another gun was fired and the bullet hit Wade in the shoulder, he knelt down in pain as the bullet tore through his flesh, searing agony stunning him momentarily. Ali stepped around Wade firing her pistol twice. She missed with her first shot, but nailed the guy in the heart with the second.
Deadpool managed to get back on his feet, "One, two, three, four, where the hell is number five?" He scanned the room.
"I'm here dickhead," he said sliding across the floor taking Deadpool's legs out from under him. He fell full weight onto Alyssa knocking the wind out of her. She couldn't take a breath with her mate laying on top of her.
He quickly sat up, "Oh your ass is so mine!" he fired five shots into the man before he could turn to finish them off, "see, dead now."
He moved the bodies into an empty shipping create while whistling the Flintstones theme.
"Well that's done, now let's climb up there and wait." he said pointing to the top of a stack of shipping creates.
"Shouldn't be that much longer before douche bag gets here."
"Babe you go up first," he said stepping to the side allowing her to scale up the large wooden boxes.
"You just wanted me to go up so you could look at my ass," she said as she perched herself on the box.
"You caught me," he said sliding in beside her, "but in my defense it's a nice ass."
She blushed under her mask, "Yeah yeah, whatever."
"Babe, do you know how hot you are to me?" he said running his gloved hand across her spandex covered face.
"Half as hot as you are to me," she said wrapping her arms around his neck.
He laughed hanging his head, "Babe, I'm glad I have you."
"I'm glad I have you," she pressed her covered lips to his covered lips.
They sat there waiting, it didn't take long for the decorated general to make his way through the door. In his left hand he carried a duffle bag, presumably with the money for guns. He had two men with him, one shorter than him, the other slightly taller, both wearing black suits. Deadpool pulled his hand guns out, and jumped from his hiding spot landing on one of the men. He quickly pulled the trigger dispatching the one of the thugs, and shooting the general in the leg.
"Fuck," the general hissed falling down.
The other man was quick to pull his gun and aim it at Deadpool.
"Oh, that's a nice piece. What is..." he interrupted himself by shooting the man in the head.
Ali had made her way down quietly and had gotten to the general, standing over him. She kicked him in the ribs, then stomped the gunshot wound in his leg.
"What the fuck is the matter with you?" the general screamed.
"You fucking piece of shit," she growled pulling a dagger out, "You killed my mother, you help very bad people do very bad things! But no more, today is judgment day!" she stepped back from him, "Sweetie pie, can you please move this asshole to a standing position, don't let him fall."
"Yes darling," Deadpool moved to the scum bag and lifted him up.
Ali smirked throwing the blade at him. It landed in his chest. She laughed walking up to him and pulling the blade from his chest. Stabbing him in his neck.
"Goodbye, dickhead," she put the pistol to his head, pulling the trigger blood and brain matter covering both of them as Deadpool let his lifeless body hit the floor.
"Well, that was quick, and mostly painless." He said grabbing the bag the now lifeless man had brought in with him. "Please be money."
He fought with the lock on the zipper, finally getting the bag opened. "No whammys and bingo, babe we gots cheddah!"
"That's great, now can we please get out of here? I really need a shower."
"Sure, just let me grab a couple guns," he said making his way across the room, picking out himself two brand new machine guns.
"What the hell are you gonna do with them?"
"Squirrel hunt. Just not with Doreen, that little girl has a thing for squirrels " he joked.
Could it be because she's Squirrel Girl?
Nah... Maybe? Nah!
"Yeah right."
"Let's get you out of here."
She followed him back out the way they came, "Wade, careful!" She spotted the trip wire right before he crossed it triggering the trap.
"Fuck!" He screamed diving for her. Knowing that he just set a bomb off.
Covering her with his body he could only hope to shield her from the coming blast. A few moments later he could feel the burning pain in his back, ligaments tearing, shredding under the intensity of the blast. Bones splitting, being ripped from limb from limb. Eventually everything went dark.
The lingering effects of the blast burning around Alyssa, she was knocked unconscious when her body was launched onto the dock.
She awoken hours, or days later back in the hotel room, she sat up looking around the room. Her head still spinning. She didn't see Wade anywhere and started to worry. She pulled herself from the bed. Body sore, and painful to move, she walked out of the bedroom and found him sitting in the floor.
"Hey, what's the matter?"
"Everything, I'm so sorry, I should have been paying attention. I didn't see the line until it was too late, then boom!" he said lifting his head to meet her gaze.
"Are you alright?" she asked sitting down beside him.
"Everything hurts, but I'm fine, I was more worried about you."
"How long was I out?"
"At least three days, maybe four, took me a whole day to partially regenerate so I could get us back here."
"Nasty concussion, hopefully there isn't any brain damage."
"Lets hope not."
"Do you think that you could make it to the bedroom?"
"Yeah. I think I can," He stood on weak legs.
She offered her hand to him, helping the taller man to his feet. She helped him to the bed.
"Is there anything I can do to help you?" She asked sympathetically.
"Kiss me," he said shifting up on his elbows.
"My lips must be magic," she said lowering her face to his, catching his lips.
"Yes they are," he moaned into her mouth.
She kissed him deeply letting her tongue dance in his mouth. She broke the kiss climbing over him getting into the bed beside him. She grabbed the phone and ordered room service, knowing that Wade needed to eat so he could heal.
She got up when she heard the knock on the door, accepting the food. She tipped the service worker with a crisp twenty, knowing how hard money in this line of work was to come by. She made her lover a plate and took it to him.
"Thank you my darlin'" he said scarfing down his meal.
"You're welcome,"she said with a sigh.
She started to gather their things, with their vacation literally blown to hell, they would be leaving early in the morning. She put their packed bags at the door, the weapon bag was to be overnight shipped. Her head still throbbing, she decided to lay down. Climbing in the bed with her sleeping mate.
Morning came all to quickly as the alarm clock blared at them. She opened her groggy eyes and sat up. She put on a pair of pajama pants and one of Wade's t-shirts. She turned to wake the sleeping man up.
"Wake up sleeping beauty," she cooed shaking him gently.
"Ten more minutes?" he said rolling over trying to escape her.
"Babe, we will miss out flight, come on up and at 'em."
They gathered their things and headed for check out.
Arriving back at their house just after the sun set, jet-lag was set in and she couldn't wait to be back in her own bed.
Two months later, finally finished with her list of vengeful killings, they found themselves standing outside of the courthouse, marriage license in hand. The crisp winter air on her bare legs. Wade had insisted that she had a nice dress to wear, just as she insisted on having him in a shirt and tie. Her dress wasn't the traditional wedding gown, but more of a red cocktail dress. Wade had picked it out for her, just as she had picked out his red button up, black tie, and black pants. She had to beg, but he finally relented to not wearing his mask.
"Let's get this done," Ali said taking the hand of her obviously nervous partner.
"Last chance to run," he joked.
"Like I'd do that."
They made their way to the third floor.
"Hi, can I help you?" the receptionist looked really bored.
"Yes you can, we are here to sell our souls, or something like that." Wade laughed running his hand across the back of his neck.
"What he means is we are here to be married."
"Oh, OK, well, let me see if the judge is in, and then we can get this underway." she said disappearing behind a closed door.
Wade wrapped his arm around his bride to be, pulling her to his chest. She relaxed against him.
"Merry Christmas," he whispered into her ear.
"The best gift I could ask for."
The receptionist reemerged, "OK he is ready for you. Follow me." She lead them into the court room.
"Do you have your marriage license?" The judge asked taking his seat.
"Yes sir," Ali handed him the paper that she had been clinging to.
"Well let's get this underway. Mr. Wilson we will start with you. Do you have your own vows or will this be traditional?"
"I have my own vows," he said taking his brides hand. "Ali cat, I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make your day as bright as you make mine. To hold you up when you are not sure you can support yourself, to be there when you need a reminder of how beautiful you are. I promise to always be your knight in red and black spandex. I love you, Alyssa."
"Alyssa, it's your turn."
"Wade, I never imagined that I would have someone as perfect as you in my life. I promise to hold you close when your mind fragments, when you get lost in the darkness, I promise to be your light. When the pain becomes too much, I'll be there to soothe you. I can't imagine my life without your crazy ass in it. I love you."
"By the power invested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Now you may kiss your bride."
Wade bent down, finding the waiting lips of his beautiful new wife. He kissed her deep and passionate, wrapping his arms around her. They broke the kiss a second later.
With signed papers they were now legally husband and wife, though nothing had changed in there hearts.
"I can't wait to get you home," Wade said slapping her ass playfully.
"Is that right?" she said seductively licking her lips.
"Keep that up we won't make it home."
She smiled at him sliding into the drivers seat of their car. The ride home was the usual onslaught of cheesy '80's love songs, with Wade singing them at max volume. Pulling into the driveway she found herself more excited than usual. She would be walking in their home as his wife.
"Come on babe, this dick ain't gonna ride itself." he smirked taking her hand and picking her up. He carried her bridal style into the house, closing the door and pressing her back lovingly into the door. He laid his head on her shoulder. Ali wrapped her legs around his waist, draping her arms around his strong shoulder. He planted his lips on her neck, gently nibbling at the sensitive flesh.
"Wade," she moaned taking a sharp breath.
"Yes, love?" He teased running his hand up her thigh.
"I need you," she whispered pushing her hips down into his. She could feel his growing erection.
"I need you too, Ali cat." he kissed up her jaw finding her lips.
She parted her lips for him to explore, her hand grabbing his neck pushing him deeper into the kiss. The heat from her loins driving him mad. He carried her up the stairs barley breathing between kisses. He unzipped her dress and placed her on her feet. Her dress hitting the floor. She stood before him in her bra and panties, her eyes conveying the longing to have him.
She reached out grabbing him by the shirt collar and pulling him to her. She quickly worked through the buttons pushing the shirt off of his shoulders. She kissed his chest, seeking his nipple and licking it. Kissing down his stomach, she worked the button on his pants, sending them to the floor. He struggled to work his shoes off, finally kicking his pants off his legs.
"I fucking love how hot you are right now," he said voice full of lust and need.
She smirked up at him from her kneeling position on the floor. She took his hardened manhood in her hand guiding him to her mouth. He let a growl escape his mouth, feeling her slick warm tongue caress the head of his cock.
"Babe," he hissed as she swallowed his length, gagging a little as his head forced past her throat.
She moaned around him, sucking back up his shaft, allowing his aching member to come out of her mouth with a loud pop. She was dripping wet with desire. He pulled her to her feet kissing her as ran his hand down her sides forcing the cloth fabric from around her waist. She wiggled them off.
"I love you," Wade moaned into their kiss.
"I love you," she locked eyes with him. Enjoying the lust filled gaze.
He pushed her gently to their bed, laying her down he wasted no time climbing on top of her. She opened her legs allowing him to get in between them. She wrapped her legs around him pulling him close to her. He rested his hands on the sides of her head. Wade kissed her, sweat forming on his forehead, need and desire clogging his mind. He ran a hand between her legs grabbing his leaking hardness and sliding it into her dripping sex.
He rolled his hips into hers, "Yes, babe," she moaned dragging her nails across his back.
"That's my girl," he hissed pushing deep in her.
Her body flush, sweat beads forming between their bodies, the passion and heat driving both of them wild. Hips grinding, obscenities flying, mouths wrapped together with need. She clung to him like her life depended on it. He rocked his hips into her gently, in a painfully slow pace.
"Please," she begged, "Faster.."
"Not yet," he kissed her neck, "I really want this to last, love."
"I need.." she was panting under him.
"I got you babe, just not yet." he ran his hand across her forehead lovingly.
This was new to her. They hadn't actually made love. It was almost painful being at the brink of orgasm but not being able to cum. She could only imagine what her poor husband was feeling. She ran her hand across his face, mesmerized by the look of love mixed with lust in his eyes.
"Wade," she moaned, "I love you."
"I love you too Alyssa," he nuzzled into her hand, kissing her wrist.
"Please, babe, I can't take this anymore."
"As you wish." he said driving into her faster.
Electrifying sparks were setting off inside her body, her eyes rolled back, toes curled, breath caught in her throat as her orgasm flowed through her body. Her tightening muscles sent her spouse over the edge, he pounded into her dumping his seed in her waiting womb.
Clasping on top of her, he covered her face and neck in kisses. She caressed his back holding him close.
"Ready to go again?" she licked the side of his face.
"For you my love, I'm always ready."
She placed her hands on his chest pushing him on to his back. Straddling his hips she kissed his neck. Feeling him come to life under her. She reached between their legs guiding him inside her. She rested her hands on his chest, lowering herself on him.
"Damn, babe," he moaned running his hand down to her hip.
She threw her head back, rocking her hips in a needy pace. He moaned bucking his hips into her warmth. She slowed down feeling him hit the brink of orgasm earning her a moan of protest. She kissed his cheek.
"Not yet love," she teased lifting her hips almost pulling him all the way out, before slowly sinking back down on his impressive length.
"Don't tease me," he was almost begging, nails dug into her hips forcing her down on him, bucking his hips into her, setting a new pace.
"Wade," she moaned matching his pace, knowing that neither would last long at the rigorous pace. She dug her nails into his chest as her orgasm washed over her.
Her body trembling on top of his was all it took, he pushed deep inside her letting his orgasm flow, filling his beautiful lover once more. She grabbed the blanket and laid down on his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him. Caressing her as she slowly drifted to sleep. He kissed her softly as she slept on his chest.
Suddenly he felt a familiar cold enter the room, he stiffened looking around.
"Death, what are you doing here?" Time itself seemed to stop as he found the gaze from his former lover. Her skeletal form gracefully making her way to him.
"I'm so sorry, my love, but I have come to collect something that's mine." she pointed at Alyssa.
"Please, don't take her," he felt his heart shatter.
"My love, I have been waiting for this soul for far too long, twice she has escaped me."
"I can't just let you take her. Please give me more time," tears falling from his eyes as he clutched onto his bride.
"I'm sorry, but life and death is a delicate balance. One that has been thrown off by this soul still roaming earth."
"Then find another soul to steal, this one is mine. It's my heart that beats within her chest, my blood that is coursing her veins. I beg of you to please find another soul to take her place."
"I can't do that, this is the soul I require." she said coldly.
"Can you at least give me some time to say goodbye?" He couldn't make eye contact with the former love of his life.
"I can give you an hour, then I come to take what's mine." she said before she disappeared, "One hour Wade. No more!" her voice distant but ringing in his ears.
He shifted his wife, looking her over, memorizing every detail of her face, every curve of her body. He shook her gently to wake her up. She opened her blue eyes slowly meeting his tearful gaze.
"What's the matter Wade?" she sat up wrapping her arms around the obviously distraught man.
"I love you," he managed through the tears, "but I have very very bad news."
"What? What's the matter, why are you crying?" she planted gentle kisses on his eyes.
"Death was just here, and she has come," his voice broke, knot in his throat, "she's come to collect your soul."
"What!" She jumped back from him, "What do you mean come to collect my soul?" she was confused.
"Delicate balance, yada-yada, we have an hour," He said pulling her to him.
"An hour?" Tears falling from her eyes, "That's all the time we have left?"
"I'm afraid so," he said brushing a tear off her cheek. "How would you like to spend this last hour?"
"Is there a way out of this? A deal I can make with the Devil, sell my soul before she can collect?" She was fanatically trying to figure a way out of this.
"Baby there is no way to escape death, even if you do, what will it buy you, an extra minute? At least she kind enough to me."
"I wanna dance with you, under the stars. Hold me close." she said taking his face in her hands, "I want you to kiss me." she planted her lips on his.
He ran his hands up her body, "Let's go, we don't have that much time." He swore he could hear every clock in the house ticking like a time bomb. He lifted his bride off him, he slid his pants over his hips. She slid out of the bed grabbing her robe tying it around her waist.
She followed him downstairs, and out their backdoor. He held his hands out to her, she fell into his arms resting her head on his chest. He held her close, dancing under the stars, he knelt down taking her lips in his. Kissing her slowly, mapping out every inch of her mouth with his tongue. She broke the kiss after several long minutes.
"Wade, I promise I will find my way back to you."
"I'll hold you to that." he tried to smile, but more tears spilled out of his eyes.
"Promise you'll be alright, don't give up, on love, on us."
"I'll love you forever, I mean that, no one can replace you. I can't promise I'll be alright without you, but I can promise I'm not going anywhere."
"I love you," her eyes started to feel heavy, "Babe, I'm really tired, can we go lay down and you hold me?"
"Yes love," he picked her up carrying her upstairs laying her in the bed.
He laid down beside her, sliding her body on top of his. He didn't even want to see the clock blaring at him that there time was almost up. The coldness in the room was reminder enough, his former lover lingering, waiting to claim what was his.
Her breathing became more ragged as he held on to her tighter, not wanting to let go. He wished a thousand times over he could take her place. She still had a lot to give the world, he on the other hand, what did he offer. He kissed the top of her head.
"Alyssa, I love you, your my whole world, the light of my life, the only thing that keeps me sane. Please stay with me a little longer," he pleaded knowing that there time was up.
"Sorry, she has to come with me now," Death said reaching out and taking what was hers, "You'll be alright, you always are." she said disappearing in the darkness.
Her body was heavy on top of his, he clung to her lifeless body, tears soaking the pillow behind him. He started to reach for the pistol he kept in the top drawer of his nightstand, but stopped, remembering words Ali had spoke to him.
He kissed her, begging, pleading that she'd open her eyes, to no avail. She was gone. The love of his life gone. He didn't know what to do. He was lost, and terrified. He did the only thing he knew to do. He laid her gently down on the bed, kissing her quickly cooling lips.
He headed for Stark Tower, ready for Iron man to put him on lock down, anything to keep him from loosing his mind. Walking up to the very armored tower, he collapsed against the door. The freezing rain covering his body. JARVIS alerting Iron Man to the situation at the door. He rushed to the door followed by Captain America, they never knew what to expect when Wade Wilson graced them with an appearance. Tony ordered JARVIS to open the door. A broken looking Wade laid on the ground at their feet. Tears flowing freely.
"What seems to be the malfunction on this one?" Tony knelt down with caution.
"She's dead, and I don't want to be a monster anymore." he said between sobs.
"Anything he say make any sense to you?" Steve looked to Tony for clues.
"I haven't a clue, help me get him in."
The two men pulled the very heavy man in the building. They sat him against the wall.
"Please explain to me what you are doing showing up here half naked, and crying."
"I know I have been an asshole to say the least, but I just needed to be somewhere I could be contained, I needed a friend. I am quite aware that I don't have any of those here, but please, I just lost my life. I came here for help, I don't want to snap, I don't want to go on a blind killing spree, I want Ali to look down on me and know that she changed me for the good." He rested his head in his hands, "I don't want to disappoint my Ali cat."
"OK, big man, you have a lot of explaining to do, and we will see if we can help you. Keep in mind that we are all keeping an eye on you, one wrong move and I'll lock you up in an electric cage" Iron Man warned
"I promise to be on my best behavior."
Between sobs and fits of mild rage, Wade explained to the two very confused men what had been going on since he met Alyssa. Agreeing that he needed to be watched during this time, they allowed him to stay. They had even agreed to helping the poor thing out with the funeral arrangements.
Alyssa opened her eyes, she saw death standing in front of her. Her skeletal hand reaching for her hand.
"So you really love him," She said taking her hand and pulling her closer, "I love him too."
"Bullshit," Ali spat at her.
"Calm, no sense in biting the hand that feeds." Death warned.
"If you loved him you wouldn't have taken me from him. He can't make it without me," she tried to pull away from her captor.
"I needed your soul, it's the way the world works. Sorry, but since you have been with my beloved things have changed on Earth, he has changed. I don't like that."
"I'll get out of here," Ali said looking around for a way out.
"That is up for me to decide, you have to earn your way out."
"He needs me."
"Well I suggest you hop to it."
"Hop to what? What do I have to do?"
"Seven mazes, mostly your worst memories, nightmares, things that you thought you had escaped, you must make your way through them, successfully. Only then may you leave."
"Bring it on, bitch," she spat.
Three days later, Wade paced the floor, cursing, punching walls. Today was the day he'd lay his wife to rest. The other Avengers had taken pity on the man, seeing Wade so vulnerable was something that never happened. They could tell that he had changed, and wanted to do whatever it took to keep him from relapsing into the criminal they all knew he could be.
"Hey, you ready to go," Tony stood in the doorway.
"I'll never be ready for this." Wade hung his head.
He was a disheveled mess, his tie wasn't anywhere near straight, his eyes bloodshot from constant crying.
"Come here, let me fix your tie. Tuck your shirt in, you don't want to look like a schmuck. Hold your head high, we are all here for you," Tony's words oddly comforting.
The ride to the church was grueling. Half of him didn't want to be anywhere near the place, the other half longed to be with his bride. Arriving at the church Wade swallowed the remaining fragments of his pride.
Walking into the place, his newly found friends were sitting in the pews of the church. We walked on unsteady legs to her coffin. She was wearing the dress she'd worn the night he asked her to marry him. He ran his hand across her face, her body cold to his touch. He knelt down kissing her one final time before closing the coffin. He fell to his knees, the pain in his heart made him want to rip it out and throw it against the wall.
"Please let me wake up, please this has to be a nightmare, come on Wade wake up!" even MadCap had been silent for a while.
"Come on, let me help you," Steve was by his side offering him a hand.
He knew he didn't deserve their kindness, but that's what made them heroes. That's also what made him the scum of the Earth. He took the hand of the older man, pulling his weight out of the floor. His eyes stung with tears.
He couldn't pay attention to anything that was going on around him. Before he knew what was happening he was at the grave site. Her casket being lowered into the cold ground. His mind splintering, trying to hold on to her, trying to let go.
I tried to warn you, but you never listen. You really should have left her in that ally to die.
Shut the fuck up, I swear I'll blow my brains out so many time that I will blow you out of existence!
You and I both know that won't work.
It never hurts to try.
After the funeral Wade found himself longing for a minutes peace. He found the gun he had stashed in his pants pocket the night his bride left him. After he knew the Avengers were gone on patrol he sat in the floor putting the gun under his chin.
"I'm sorry Ali, I love the fuck out of you." he pulled the trigger. Blood and brains splattering the wall.
He drifted to the familiar nexus between life and death. He had been here many of times before, but this time he wasn't elated. This time he was pissed.
"Where the fuck are you, you bony bitch!"
Darkness was his only reply. This was once his place for comfort, the place to dally with his Lady Death. Now he was a beaten man alone in the void of oblivion.
He let out a roar of anguish, cursing Death, himself, any and everyone.
"Time heals all wounds my beloved..." echoed the disembodied voice of Death.
"Fuck that, and fuck you!"
The ground shifted beneath his feet, and he soon found himself standing in the palm of the reaper herself.
"Wade Wilson, the man I can't have, the man who wants to feel my cold grasp the most. You of all people should have no qualms with me taking another being's loved one. How many have you sent to me as a dowry?"
She was taunting him, and he knew it. There was nothing she could do to him, nothing he could do to her. He just stared spitefully into her black, soulless eyes.
"No quips from the clown?"
"You want a clown, go to McDonald's toots." he turned his back on his former lover.
Her laugh filled the air, echoing for what seemed an eternity.
"I do miss our time together, Wade. Alas, as always though, our meetings are always cut short. What comes next for you? Only the time that heals all wounds can tell..."
She faded away back into the nothingness.
"I got a wound you can heal right here girly!" he flipped his middle finger at the emptiness.
He was angry, tired, hurt, but her words echoed in his head.
He awoke in a bed in Avenger's Tower. He sat up in bed and flipped on the light beside him. Whomever had brought his lifeless body up here had placed a picture of Alyssa from their house on the nightstand. He grabbed it and stared at it. Her promise to be with him forever, along with Death's words danced in his head ad nauseam. He laid back down, holding the photo to his chest. He vowed he do anything to get her back.
Come Hell or high water.