More Than A Hero

CHANGE-NF SONGFIC (Wade X Any)

Trigger warning I think. Deadpool for the win, loves. You have a power called Iron Skin. Basically, almost nothing can hurt you. But bullets are a hell yeah if shot right.

"I need a moment of silence. I don't like change but I'll try it. I don't wanna hear what I should of I shouldn't do"

Someone was screaming, yelling 'shut up' over and over. It took a second, but you realized it was you. At the same time, the voices trying to talk over you stopped. All of them were leaders of something. You didn't actually know what. They were trying to figure out what to do with you. All you wanted was some peace.

"Why are they always defiant?"

In the ten years you'd worked for these idiots, you'd followed maybe one order correctly, if any. "You never listen. We have to take measures to ensure you do, Agent," they'd said once. With a loud growl, you glared at the messenger. "Tell them I said no." The messenger took a step back, eyeing the sword you were sharpening. "I don't think-" You narrowed your eyes. "I said. Tell them. No."

"See, all my emotions are liars. All my emotions are violent."

They fired you, leaving you unable to afford your house. In a month, you were on the streets. During the 4 weeks you spent homeless, you tried various ways to kill yourself, but nothing worked. You were always either angry, depressed, or numb. Until the man in red came.

"They don't want freedom to find me. Mention that name and everybody riots."

He got you off the streets, let you stay with him. His name was Wade Wilson, and to say he was the best thing in your life was an understatement. He was good to you, and you never thought his scars looked weird. You nearly had a heart attack when he took a bullet for you. Wade helped you fight your former employers, who tried on many occasions to murder you for being happy. Everytime they tried to shoot you, he was shooting back before you could blink.

"That's why I'm checking my vitals. They keep on working but I know breathing don't mean you're alive, so I bag up all of my trash and walk out on my tightrope."

You started therapy at some point, and were doing a bit better. Some days, you felt numb, but Wade would show up with a stupid grin and help. He took you out to dinner, or rented movies to watch with you. "Hey. Forget your worries for tonight. Just focus on me and the present."

"Positive thoughts are my rivals. I'm tryna be on their side though. Should I feel comfortable? I don't."

Six months after you started therapy, you marched into the office and cancelled all future meetings. "I feel better. I am better." It wasn't always true, but it certainly was when you got home and kissed Wade for the first time.

"Last year I felt suicidal, this year I might do something different like talking to God though!"

A year after the first kiss, you looked into a pair of brown eyes and said yes to a golden ring. It was the start of your new life. On your wedding day, as you lay in bed with your new husband, you looked at his face and kissed him. (YOU WERE CUDDLING I SWEAR. GET YOUR SMUT STARVED BUTT OVER TO THE DARK SIDE OF WATTPAD IF YOU NEED THAT STUFF) "Thank you," you said softly, letting him pull you on top of him. "What'd I do?" Wade asked, his arms hugging your waist.

"You saved my life. They tried to take it, and you handed it to me wrapped in a pretty ribbon instead."

"I'm looking for change!"

A year and a half ago, you craved change. Now that you had it, you held on tight and hoped it would never leave.