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Zeitgeist/ Axel Cluney : All or Nothing (1)

DEADPOOL 2

WARNINGS!
none. there's gonna be a part 2 though. i'm obsessed with bill so have this long ass monstrosity.

WORD COUNT
7250

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"Listen, I just need you to take care of this lady for one week. That's it. And then you can carry on doing whatever the fuck it is you do around here." Wade told the other man, placing down a yellow manila file on the table in front of him. Axel couldn't imagine that he'd done any of this work or research in his own, never mind organize it into a folder.

Curiously, he picked it up, flipping to the first page, where your image was. You were pretty, no doubt about it, but not generally his type. The kind of girls he hung around could handle something a little bit more grimy than your life style. You were the daughter of a man who owned a high-end art gallery, that dealt with arms deals and drug trafficking on the side. Your father had always been smart, and made real investments alongside his crimes; before the police could get him, he was already in the pockets of all the people rich enough to put a spanner in the works during an investigation. So, besides the risk of people in rivaling business, you were mostly safe. Mostly being the optimal word.

Lately, someone had been trying to move in on your dad's territory. You didn't know much about that world, and you were happy about it. It made you feel a lot safer knowing that the public were aware that you had no criminal dealings; it made it less likely for anyone to see you as a target. Mostly, you lived on the other side of town to the gallery, and led a quiet life in a normal neighborhood with a normal job. That was, until the moment Wade Wilson showed up on your doorstep.

You couldn't help but stand trapped in your spot, not quite aware of what was going on. It wasn't every day that someone in a spandex suit was on your welcome mat, especially considering that you didn't get involved in anything that would constitute having a hero or a villain near you.

Wade explained that your father had hired him to watch over you for the next couple of weeks, and that there was reason to believe that people were legitimately after you. He shoved a piece of paper in your face, and it was clearly photocopied from a letter; detailing why and how they were going to kidnap you to hold leverage over your father. Sure, you didn't know any business dealings, but he cared about his daughter nonetheless. A lot of people would pay to have your head just to see his whole legacy fall.

Your father called you later that day over Skype, trying to tell you how good it was for you. You tried to tell him that Of course it was, because the only other option was dying. You often had to bite your tongue, and resigned to the fact that you'd just have to deal with it.

Of course you were upset. You hadn't asked to be born into a life of crime, but it was something you'd had to come to terms with long ago. No amount of therapy could save you from actual criminals though, and that's why you were quite grateful to have Wade with you. He was foul-mouthed, and dirty in both the physical and emotional sense, but you knew for a fact that if worse came to worse, he could keep you alive. That wasn't something you could do for yourself. Not under those circumstances.

You mostly spent your time trying to work around him, because in all honesty, you got along, and he was incredibly distracting. You we're working from home, on account of the fact that going to work was a safety hazard. You weren't too sure how Wade, or your dad had convinced your boss to let that happen (but you were sure it was probably a mix between bribery and threats), but it was actually a nice break from having to wake up and commute every day. The only times you really went out was when you had to shop, and Wade made sure to keep that to a minimum. He was with you at all times, with a hoodie pulled over his head to hide himself. Even those trips were fun though; and it never felt like he was chaperoning you. He'd always be looking out for you, making sure you knew where the exits were, and being hyper aware of the people around you.