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Two of a kind - Part 5 - Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Reader

"I am not talking to you Wade Wilson." (Y/n) huffed, as she, Wade and Logan walked back into the mansion. Logan chuckling quietly to himself as (Y/n) continued to growl at Wade.

"But love muffin. We have to talk about what you did out there tonight. I got so hard watching you kill those cock gobblers, that I could have used my love sausage to bludgeon them to death." Wade replied, as he continued to follow behind (Y/n).

"I am not discussing that. I am angry at you because you promised to let me have a quite night with Logan. To give me some time away from your crazy ass, so that I could feel normal again. But nooooooooo! You had to follow us. I'm surprised that you didn't come into the bar and take a seat between us." (Y/n) continued to growl, as she got to the door of her room and turned to face the two men.

"Well, I was thinking about it. But........." Wade began, only stopping as Logan smacked him around the back of the head.

"Aaaaargh! I swear to god, if you don't get out of my face, Wade Wilson, whatever I did to those assholes tonight, will be nothing to what I'm gonna do to you." (Y/n) hissed, before slamming the door in Wade's face.

"But you kicked ass, (Y/n). It was so cool." Wade called out through the door, a bang from the other side being the only response.

"Talk to her. Was I the only one that saw what she did? Did my breathtakingly beautiful eyes deceive me?" Wade said, as he turned to look at Logan behind him.

"Are you kidding. She still likes me. And given what happened, I think it's best to let her calm down before we try and talk to her about what she did. But I am gonna go and speak to the professor. And if I was you, shit for brains, I would leave (Y/n) alone before she comes out of that room, tears ya head off, and uses it as a bowling ball. Although thinking about it, maybe you should knock again." Logan told him, as Wade slumped down next to (Y/n)'s door. Watching as the big man made his way down to hall to Charles' office.

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(Y/n) sat on her bed, looking down at her hands. It wasn't that she was angry at Wade, well she was, but it was more that he was a scapegoat for the shock and horror that she felt for what she had been able to do. She had spent so long with Wade practicing with weapons, seeming to suck at everything she touched. Yet tonight, tonight it was as if having the guns and swords in her hands, was the most natural thing in the world. Like killing the idiots that had come after her, was as normal as breathing. And it had shocked her as much as it had obviously shocked the two other mutants with her. She was beginning to understand why Ajax and company had chosen her to mutate. Why someone would have paid to have her as a mindless assassin. But even though she had actually done all that she had done, she still didn't know how.

She looked at the door as a slight noise came from the other side. She knew that Wade was still out there. She knew that she should talk to him, discuss what had happened. That he was probably the only other person that could understand. But she needed to try and understand it herself before she talked to anyone else. She had to try and think. Try and search every last dark corner of her mind to find out why she was able to do all those things. And given how Wade, even at the best of times was like dealing with an overactive toddler that had had more than his fair share of pixie sticks, (Y/n) knew that it was better to wait until she had calmed down.

"(Y/n)." Came a voice through the door. (Y/n) rolling her eyes as she flopped back onto her bed.

"I'm sorry." Came the voice again. (Y/n) sitting bolt upright and staring at the door in disbelief. As Wade actually sounded like an adult for once.