Vanessa covered her mouth in surprise, Wade in disbelief as Desi sat up. Coughing aggressively snapped Vanessa out of it and embraced her in a tight hug, tearing up at her being alive, "You scared the shit of us, pumpkin." Wade noticed her small smile but looked confused.

"What's with the face, Rapunzel? Overwhelmed after facing death as a psycho like me? We need to talk about your actions, little lady." Deadpool teased, but she looked at him hopefully. "Rapunzel? Is that my name?" Desi asked Vanessa, pulling away slowly as reality set in.

"Do you not remember us?"

Desi shook her head with a frown, but she saw the fear and dread that added in her eyes, "Who am I? Who are you two?" Deadpool carefully approached her, kneeling before her as she searched his eyes.

"My name is Wade, and you are my…sister."

"Wade!" Vanessa exclaimed; what was he doing?

"Sister?" Desi asked.

"Baby sister. And your name isn't Rapunzel, it's Trixie?"

"WADE!"

"Trixie? Are you sure?" Desi challenged. "Our mother was sadly a hooker; it makes sense you'd wanna forget that." He added. She nodded in understanding, looking at his girlfriend, "And you are?"

"I'm Vanessa, his fiancé. We three are a family- plus Weasel and your dogs. But let's not worry about them right now." Vanessa explained as simply as she could. "We thought you died on us, but thankfully, it's just your memories we need to worry about," Wade spoke, making his way to the door, "but for now, we need to go. Bad people are looking for us, and we must focus on you right now."

"Oh, yeah, okay. Thanks, brother," Desi said with a smile as she stood up, "I'll wait outside for you two." Deadpool waved to her as she left the house, but as the door closed, Vanessa hit his arm, "What the hell was that?"

"What?"

"You need to tell her the truth! And the others."

"We don't need to tell them just yet-"

"They think she's DEAD!"

"AND IT'S MY FAULT!" Vanessa froze, watching Wade crumble, "I fucking hate that I failed her. They trusted her with me, and I thought I could keep you both safe, but…she still pulled heroics at the end. I…I can't take her back, knowing I did this to her. No, I will when she remembers."

"But that's not fair to her when she remembers. What if they don't forgive her for this," Vanessa said, "Tell them soon, or I will."

It had been five months since they had heard from Deadpool, but there was still no trace of him. He was never easy to find, and the team had requested assistance, but it was fruitless. Nothing at all. The team members themselves were handling this in their way.

Steve threw himself into missions, anything that could be tied to her or Deadpool, but he never told anyone how he felt. Their new member, Sam, went with him on each mission, making sure he stayed level-headed but heard the stories of Destiny. Nat and Clint did their best, following any possible leads with Bruce helping them.

Bucky became cold, his hard stares more intense, but he was rarely at the compound. The few times he was home, he would stay in his room, but he often found himself in her old dorm. Steve would try to take him on his missions, but Loki helped instead.

Thor was remorseful but was called back to Asgard, but Loki stayed behind. Tony had provided Bucky and Loki with Hydra locations, and the duo would search high and low for anything on her. Fear that maybe they captured her, but alas, nothing.

Tony was driven by his loss and anger, with Peter just as much. The team had just got her back, only to lose her in such a way. Was she dead, or was she alive? He reviewed the video repeatedly, but nothing was still confirmed. When the team found the abandoned aircraft Deadpool flew in, they could see the home they were settled in previously. They quickly learned there was a power surge and blood evident on the sofa, but what was there was the bracelets he made her.

She had to be alive; she had to be. It only drove Tony more.

"Food is ready!"

Wade and Weasel pushed each other as they ran into the kitchen, ultimately showing his friend to the floor. She rolled her eyes, handing him the plate of food as her sister-in-law took one happily.

"Thanks, Trix." She said with a smile.

"Of course!" Trix started, handing the last one to Weasel. "I just fed the dogs; they should be good, kid." He told her as he sat down at the counter with her. Sitting at the counter with him, she ate her food peacefully and heard her ramble as usual.

"Just let me take the mission. What the hell is your problem?"

"The problem is the Avengers, dipshit! They're still looking for you!" Weasel shouted.

"You need to tell them, Wade. This is ridiculous; I can't afford to keep running." Vanessa spoke, rubbing her slightly round belly. A month after reuniting with her brother, Trix found out Vanessa was pregnant. Although elated, Vanessa would vent daily for Deadpool to do the 'right thing'. She didn't know the details, but clearly, her brother did something he refused to share with her.

"Speaking of looking," Vanessa spoke, rubbing a hand up Wade's thigh when he began woofing down his food, "when are you and going on our honeymoon? You promised we would go somewhere once we settled here." He groaned, but Weasel punched him in the elbow.

"You should do it, man. I can watch Trix for you while you're out of town." He offered. "What if they found her, huh? What kind of poppycock shit are you going to do?" Deadpool countered, but Trix stood up, slamming the counter.

"You taught me how to defend myself, remember? I know to run, brother." She defended. Vanessa smiled as Wade sighed heavily. "Alright, look. We will head to that city you like so much, San Francisco, okay? One week, at most!"

"Thank you, sweetie," Vanessa said, kissing him on the cheek before she finished her meal, "Why don't you go ahead and rest, pumpkin? I'll wash the dishes for you."

"Oh, are you sure?"

"Please, you do so much for us." Vanessa insisted.

"Thanks, I appreciate that."

Peter was exhausted beyond words. Steve had taken the day to train with him, which he appreciated, but they still wouldn't take him on missions. Desi was his biggest supporter back then, but now, he struggled to make the others see him as something more. True, he was a teenager, but he wanted to help.

He wanted to make Destiny proud.

Landing into his compound window, he slid inside, laying back on the bed as he caught his breath. He had stopped another robbery in his town but was growing worried. They attempted to steal money, but they were using dangerous weapons. Not guns or explosives, but something higher tech, almost like Tony's. He had told Tony multiple times, but Tony would tell him he'd investigate it.

He sighed, pulling out his phone and scrolling through the contacts before he found who he was looking for. Pressing the call button, he brought the phone to his ear, hearing the voicemail: "Hi, this is Destiny. I'm- Oww- Bucky, stop it. I'm busy now but leave a message. Byeeeee!"

"Hey, Des, I'm glad you haven't deactivated your phone yet. You won't believe what happened today! I stopped a robbery today, but those guys came back. I'm really worried, but Tony said to leave it for now. I should have listened to him, but you would've joined me in a heartbeat. I wonder if Bucky would help, but he's been looking for you…everyone is. We miss you here. I don't know if you're alive, but I hope you're alive."

The line beeped, the call dropping, and he called again, "Oh, before I forget, I told you what happened with Ned, right? Well, we ran out as soon as he pulled the alarm, and oh my gosh, it was crazy…" He continued rambling, not realizing that Bucky was watching him from the door crack. Bucky frowned, knowing that Desi felt for the kid. He found another dead end, but he couldn't accept recent events.

He went into her room but refused to sleep in her bed; her scent was still there, but he knew it was slowly fading. Knowing she never answered, he didn't want to call, but still…he dialed. He heard the voicemail come up, and his breath got caught in his throat when he heard her voice, pain in his chest.

"Hey, doll, it's Buck. I…know you won't hear this, but I'm not sure why I'm doing this. I guess it's because I miss you. I don't know if you're alive, but we've been searching for you when possible. Loki and I have been taking the lead. Steve does, too, in his way, but he's thrown himself into work when he can. Everyone misses you, but I just wanted to tell you that I uhm. As cheesy as this sounds…I'm not giving up on finding you. I need to find a trace of you, just an ounce. I will come for you, any part of you."

The line beeped, closing the call, but he sat there, continuing to look at her profile picture.

Wade loaded up the truck with Weasel, going over instructions with him, during which Vanessa hugged Trixie tightly. "I'm going to miss you. Are you sure you'll be okay by yourself?" she asked.

Trixie nodded when she hugged her back, "Of course I will. Don't worry about me, and be safe, okay?"

"I will, pumpkin."

"And I mean it. Call me if there's any pain, and I'll come as soon as possible." Trixie warned her before pulling away from her hold. "I'll make sure we do, not to worry." Vanessa accepted when Wade came to stand beside her, Weasel standing beside the young woman.

"Remember, Weasel is in charge, but he's not your babysitter. I expect you to be a little girl, and if you want to look for trouble- talk to Weasel. If you're IN trouble- talk to Weasel. If you- you know what? Just talk to Weasel, okay?" Wade spoke.

"I'm not her fuckin' babysitter; she's a grown woman," Weasel chimed, looking over to her, "but you know you can call me for anything, alright? I might call for small jobs ONLY. MAYBE."

"What kind of small?"

"Delivery, kid."

"WHAT?"

"I prefer if you didn't take any at all." Wade interjected, but Vanessa elbowed him roughly. "Let her enjoy herself, won't you? You trained her well enough."

"Yeah, exactly."

"Okay, okay…stay out of our drawers, alright? Our sex toys are not for you to play with!" Wade warned her, noticing Vanessa climb into the passenger side. "Bye, you two! Don't cause too much trouble!" Trixie shouted, waving at them as Wade entered the truck and drove off.

"Is it just me, or is it weird to see him try to be normal?" Weasel asked her.

"It's Wade…everything he does is weird."

"That's too true. Anyways, did you need me for anything before I head to the bar?" he asked, but she shook her head. "No, I think I'm just going to clean up. Maybe take a drive in the morning." She answered. "Good call, but head to the bar tomorrow when you're done, okay? I might have a job for you."

"Will do!"

Waving him as he took off, Trixie returned to her apartment, where her two dogs greeted her. "Hey Chip, Chewy! Did you miss me? I'm so sorry." She spoke in a baby tone before beginning to clean the apartment. She didn't share the apartment with them, but she did stay right across from them, coming daily to cook for everyone.

She had made her way to their bathroom when she saw a small device on the end table beside the bed. She had never seen such a device from Weasel's inventory and picked it up carefully. She knew it wasn't hers, but maybe it was something they had forgotten. Shrugging, she put it in her pocket in the meantime.

After finishing everything, she returned to her apartment with her pups in tow before she settled in for the night. As cozy as she was in her bed, she pulled out the device and curiously observed it. Chip rested his head on her arm, with little Chewy's head resting on her leg, making her smile. Rubbing their little heads, she pressed the little button on the device and gasped as it lit up.

A hologram screen appeared with icons of voicemails were seen. "Well, isn't this some shit." She whispered before pulling up the text messages. She could see different nicknames as names, 'Capsicle', 'Widow,' 'Legolas,' 'Metal Man,' "Spidey', and 'Jolly Green,' making her confused, but she glanced through them. Careful not to open them, she could see most of them were the same.

'Where are you?'

'Tell me you're there. Please.'

She was perplexed as to why they never answered or responded to these messages, but she didn't dare to question it. But she was curious when she saw the obscene number of voicemails. The text messages and voicemails were months old but unopened. She put the phone aside for now, trying to get herself to sleep.

Seconds turned to minutes, her mind reminding her of the voicemails. She squeezed her eyes tightly, trying to push it out of her head when she couldn't take it anymore. After a few minutes, she couldn't take it anymore and grabbed the phone again. She didn't have to listen to all of them, but if she didn't hear them all, it'd be fine, right?

Calling the voicemail, the first came through: "Hey, Des, I'm glad you haven't deactivated your phone yet. You won't believe what happened today! I stopped a robbery today, but those guys came back. I'm really worried, but Tony said to leave it for now. I should have listened to him, but you would've joined me in a heartbeat. I wonder if Bucky would help, but he's been looking for you…everyone is. We miss you here. I don't know if you're alive, but I hope you're alive."

Trixie looked at the phone, and her heart pounded in her chest when the following voicemail came through: "Hey, doll, it's Buck. I…know you won't hear this, but I'm not sure why I'm doing this. I guess it's because I miss you. I don't know if you're alive, but we've been searching for you when possible. Loki and I have been taking the lead. Steve does, too, in his way, but he's thrown himself into work when he can. Everyone misses you, but I just wanted to tell you that I uhm. As cheesy as this sounds…I'm not giving up on finding you. I need to find a trace of you, just an ounce. I will come for you, any part of you."

Trixie ended the call, but the pain in her chest came back harder, and she felt tears on her face that she didn't realize that she had. Wiping her tears away, she couldn't help but wonder what made her feel this way. Who was Desi? Did Wade steal this from someone and keep it as a trophy? One thing was clear, though: this wasn't theirs, and it only made her feel bad for this person's friend.

The following couple of days, Weasel gave her multiple jobs and was busying herself by any means. She appreciated the distraction but had just climbed onto her bike by the third night when she heard the ping in her pocket. She saw the name 'Spidey' appear and was conflicted. Should she answer? Or let it go to voicemail? She pressed the answer button and carefully brought it to her ear.

"Hey, Des, I'm on my way to confront Vulture! He's taking Tony's stuff, and he's hijacking the aircraft. It's invisible with some of the advanced techs of Tony's, but no one will listen to me! Tony cut me off; oh my gosh. I know you're not answering this, but if you get this…I could use your help. I'm going in alone, but if you were here, you would've listened. Okay, I got to go, bye!"

Trixie heard the phone hang up, and she took a deep breath, looking up at the city night. She would help him, for Desi's sake.

The plane had crashed on the beach, and Peter sat up carefully, taking off his mask as he collected himself. With his ears ringing, he struggled to hear his surroundings as he stood up. He noticed movement and squinted his eyes to look closely when he saw the Vulture fly towards him. Knocking him back, Peter screamed during the commotion of the Vulture crashing behind him. He staggered this time when he saw Vulture adjust his wings as he too, stood up.

"Hey, Pedro."

Peter panicked momentarily when he saw him prepare to take off, but he was ready this time. He dashed underneath him, rolling onto his knees as he shot his web. He missed, however, as the Vulture pinned him own. His claws had pierced his chest, making the teen scream out in pain. Next came the hard punches, struggling with himself to regain control when he managed to overpower him.

The Vulture had pinned him face down, slamming his body multiple times before he saw what he came for. Dropping Peter to the ground, he flew over to the crate when Peter tried to stop him. It was pointless, but he wanted to stop him when the crate exploded. Peter panicked when he saw Toomes under the rubble. Attempting to lift it, he hissed at the scorching pain from the heat, but it was too heavy.

"Let me help!"

Peter looked over when the color drained from his face. The voice came from a familiar woman, but he realized her face was eerily of Desi's. Her hair, though, was platinum white…could it be her?

She cast a barrier over it, carefully lifting it, "I got it, hurry."

He wasted no time, dragging him out of the fire and into safety. Dropping him onto the floor, Peter coughed heavily as Toomes did when he looked back to see the woman approaching. "Police are headed this way; we don't have much time."

Peter quickly web-strung Vulture with the evidence, leaving a note for the officials before taking the woman's arm. "Hey, follow me." She could only nod, following behind him as he swung towards the rollercoaster, giving him space from the scene but close enough to watch.

"You're hurt. Here, let me help you." He could only watch in shock as she touched his cheek, feeling a warm and soothing wave coarse through him. Also, his aches and pains were gone, and he smiled, tearing up, "Desi?"

She smiled sadly, "No, I'm sorry. My name is Trixie."

He looked at her in confusion, "Trixie?"

"My mom's a hooker, my name is not by choice."

"You have to be…how did you find me, anyway?"

Trixie took out the device, and Peter smiled in excitement. This couldn't have been a coincidence. "I found this just recently, and I just- I just wanted to help. I don't know who this Desi is, but I heard some messages. I…wanted to help you like she would."

She noticed more police cars headed their way and stood. "My bike is nearby. Why don't you come over to my apartment and clean up? I don't think you want your family to see you like this." He nodded but couldn't stop himself and hugged her; he finally found her.

"So, that's a, yes?" she said, giving him carefully pats on his back, allowing this moment- maybe he was overwhelmed from the battle?

"Yes, of course. Thanks, I'd like to go."

"Follow me, kid."

Walking into the apartment, Trixie looked back to Peter, who was looking at her apartment in awe. "Don't mind my pups; they're sweethearts." Peter smiled happily when he saw Chip and Chewy on the sofa. Chewy barked before jumping off the couch, hopping excitedly on his leg, "Hey, Chewy! How are you, buddy?"

Peter picked him up, Chewy licking the teen's face in excitement. "How did you know his name?" she questioned from her bedroom, and he quickly panicked, looking back at the dog in his arms. "Oh, uh, his name is on the collar." Peter quickly recovered.

"He's not usually so open to people. He must really like you," she said as she came back into the room with a smile, holding out folded clothes to him. "I hope these will fit. Why don't you shower while I make you some food?"

"Oh no. You don't have to."

"Nu-uh, go ahead. I don't mind," She insisted, "It'll be that door right in the center, next to the television." Peter merely followed her order, but he was perplexed. The dogs, her powers, even her features were Desi- why would she think her name was Trixie? As the water showered over him, he leaned against the wall as reality set in.

She was alive, but why didn't she remember him? She clearly didn't remember the Avengers, or else she'd return. Should he tell the others about her? He shook his head; maybe he should help her remember first. He nodded. He'd help her just as she helped him. Getting dressed, he returned to the living area and saw her in the kitchen.

"I know it's not much, but I made a hamburger and plated some chips. Annnd, I have left apple pie I heated up for you." She said, smiling as she placed it on the counter. He slid into the chair, smiling excitedly when he saw the food. He remembered hearing the others talk about her food and finally getting a chance to try it.

He slowly ate the food, and his eyes widened in pure excitement, "Oh my, this is good!"

"Yeah?"

"Seriously, you should open a food truck. This is so good."

"Aw, thanks. I love to be in the kitchen; my brother and sister-in-law always let me cook for them."

Peter paled, "Who's your brother?"

"Uh, someone named Wade, but let's not worry about that. Why were you alone tonight?"

Peter frowned, putting his food down, "I was kicked off the team. I had no one to call, but I couldn't ignore this." Peter spoke, looking up carefully at her, "I must be stupid."

"More like a good stupid," Trixie answered, "I'm the same way, too. If someone needs help, I'll go running without a second thought. It just means you have a heart, kid. Just remember you still have a lot to live for, okay?"

"Thanks," he said, finishing his food, "I know it's a lot to ask, but can I see you again? Maybe tomorrow? I'll bring sandwiches?" Peter asked. "Don't you have friends or family you'd rather hang out with?" she asked. He shrugged, "I do, but they're always busy. Can I? We can watch movies or maybe build a Lego set."

"Oh, that's sweet of you, but this was a one-time thing. I'm sure you have other things to do, Peter."

Her face dropped when she saw his eyes get more prominent, almost droopy; were those puppy eyes?

"Okay, okay, kid. I'll be free."

"Great! I'll come during lunch, and promise I'll bring something for the dogs too!" Peter exclaimed as he finally stood up, grabbing his bag, "I should go, though. My aunt is expecting me any minute now."

"Of course! Stay safe, Peter."

"I will. You too." He said before leaving, unable to keep his smile. He would worry about Tony and Toomes tomorrow.