Marvel Universe Imagines and One Shots

Two of a kind - Part 7 - Wade x Reader

"I'm......I'm."

"You're a bad ass. That's what you are, (Y/n). Paramilitary Operations Officer. CIA black ops. Talk about Secret Squirrel, shit. Hey! Maybe I could be your Morocco Mole." Wade laughed, as he placed his arm around (Y/n)'s shoulder. (Y/n) not seeming to have heard a word he said, as she frantically flicked her way through the file.

"I did all this. Me? I was in Somalia, Afghanistan, Chechnya? I've been injured in the line of duty. I have medals?" (Y/n) asked in disbelief. The questions not really meant to be answered. But Wade being Wade, was going to answer them anyway.

"Yep! According to this, you can make James Bond look like a rank amateur. You have more kills under your belt than Jason Voorhees. And in comparison, Mata Hari was a girl scout." Wade replied with another laugh, as he snatched the file from the shocked (Y/n)'s hands. The female mutant not sure what to think.

It was true that she wanted to know who she was. What she had been. But not for one moment had she ever thought that this could have been her life. She thought that perhaps she had been a cop, or maybe even in the army. But this, this was far beyond anything that she could ever have imagined. Yet somehow, it all made sense. Somehow, she knew that it was all true. That everything the file said she had been. Everywhere she had been. Everything she had done, and knew, was right. And even though she couldn't remember any of it, it did help to explain what she had been able to do the night before. How she had been able to do all she had done, as if on instinct.

"Well, at least we now know why that fuck face Francis and your buyer wanted you so bad, (Y/n). You're more me, than I am.........

"This still doesn't mean I'm wearing an identical costume to yours, Wade. So, you can forget about me ever donning that outfit that you've been making me. One hint of it, and you'll be shitting spandex for a month." (Y/n) interrupted, as she snatched the file back from the goofball by her side and jumped to her feet. Absentmindedly pacing the room as she continued to thumb through the thick folder.

"But snookums, it would look so cute if we wore matching suits. Lots of couples do it. It would be so sweeeeeeeeeet!" Wade giggled like a giddy schoolgirl, as he joined (Y/n) pacing the room.

"Firstly, Wade, will you stop calling me those stupid goofy pet names. Secondly, wearing the same costume as you would not be cute, or sweet. It would though, be downright weird and creepy. And finally, will you stop being you for just one minute, and help me to decide where I go from here." (Y/n) told him, as she suddenly wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. Wade pulling up his mask and kissing her on top of the head.

"Okay, okay no spandex. But who else do you want me to be? I tried to be Green Lantern once. It didn't go well." Wade replied. Wincing slightly as (Y/n) kicked him in the shins, before hugging him again. Leaving the mercenary to hope that he could persuade (Y/n) that the best place for her to stay, was with him. Always with him. Even if she wouldn't wear matching outfits.

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"Professor!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she pushed her way into Charles' office, with Wade close behind. The children that were attending their lesson in his room, looking down at her, as Wade knocked her over. The pair falling to the floor as the red and black clad doofus, failed to stop. (Y/n) huffing as she tried to get him off her. Wade enjoying their current position too much, to be forced to move away too quickly.

"I think that will be all for now, children. Read pages fifteen to twenty-nine for next time." Charles chuckled, ushering the children out of his room as the two mutants continued to squirm.

"Wade Winston Wilson! Will you get off me! And if that thing sticking in my back isn't your gun, I'm going to snap it off." (Y/n) growled. Sighing heavily as she finally managed to get Wade off her. The mercenary smiling under his mask as he sat crossed legged on the floor.

"And how can I help you, (Y/n)?" Charles asked with a chuckle, as he helped (Y/n) to her feet.

"I need you to try again. I need you to help me remember all this." (Y/n) began as she sat down in chair across from the professor and placed her file on his desk. Rolling her eyes and grumbling as Wade chose to sit on her lap rather than one of the other chairs. Yet deciding that it was better to just let him stay there, and that he might behave for five minutes if she did.

"I can't just hang around the school for the rest of my days. If I can tap into what I really am. All that knowledge and those abilities that are locked in my head. Then I can help you and the others. Maybe become and X-Man. If nothing else, I will at least remember how to protect myself if this mystery buyer of mine, sends more of his goons to find me. I can't just rely on Logan and butthead here, being there all the time. And I can't just wait to see if instinct kicks in. I need to know how to control and use what I am. But I don't know if I can do that without you. Or.........or without the idiot." (Y/n) explained. Sighing as Wade squealed happily.

After reading the file, (Y/n) had somehow managed to get a few moments of sense out of Wade. The mercenary, for better or worse, persuading (Y/n) that despite her reluctance to be twins, that the best place for her was by his side. That whether it was at the school, or anywhere else she liked, she was as much a part of him as chimichangas, his unicorn and katanas were. (Y/n) getting the strangest feeling that for once, Wade might be right.

"Very well." Charles replied with a slow nod.

"But, this time, I think that we'll try something a little different."

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"Stay back douchepool. The professor and Hank know what they are doing." Logan growled as he stood in the doorway preventing Wade from getting into the medical room, where (Y/n) lay on a bed. Wade growing wide eyed as he saw Hank produce a hypodermic.

The mercenary knew that the last time that (Y/n), or he in fact, had been in a similar situation, they had both been tortured, and had ended up as mutants. And he, as Weasel had so eloquently put it, was made to look like an avocado that had had sex with an older avocado. And Wade couldn't help but want to be by her side.

"I'm fine, Wade. Just go watch from the other room, please. I need to do this." (Y/n) called out. Trying to relax as Charles positioned his chair next to her head, and Hank administered the sedative.